Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

The violinist invited in the bar heard the loud voice, his hands shook, and his voice was out of tune.

The voices of the primary school students were stagnant, and they were unable to pick up the conversation again.

The parents and teachers present all looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin acted as if there was no one around and put his hand on Li Shutong's shoulder: "Not bad, not bad, it sounds good. Everyone, go on, don't be shy."

It's okay if he didn't say it, but the roars made by these two voices were completely silenced by the fiddler's roars.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned, did he not welcome him?

He kept pulling with his hands, squeezed into the field, and came to the primary school students.

"Come on, I'll conduct it, let's all sing together." As he said that, he raised his hands, and what could those ignorant primary school students know? They couldn't help but follow his rhythm. Zhao Chuanxin suddenly waved his hand down: "Get ready, sing!"

"Where there is hatred let me bring your love,

Where there is injury to your pardon, Lord..."

Zhao Chuanxin was afraid that they would stop again, so he simply stayed in the field. He half-closed his eyes and pretended to wave his hands, up and down, as if he was intoxicated in the command.

The fiddler originally wanted to keep his own rhythm.

As a result, the rhythm that Zhao Chuanxin blindly directed went off track.

What an ethereal and distant hymn, it almost became a street rock music...

Li Shutong was stunned, covering his face and feeling ashamed.

Three consecutive clicks.

He explained to the townspeople next to him: "Believe me, I don't recognize him..."

Ning An doesn't understand music: "What did you say? How could you not recognize it?"

Li Shutong's scalp was numb. Such a good-tempered person couldn't help shouting: "Shut up. If you don't know me, you don't know me."

Ning'an: "..."

When the song ended, the pupils were relieved and the violinist was sweating.

The group of parents and teachers were silent.

Zhao Chuanxin was quite dissatisfied with this. He glared: "Why don't you give me some face? Applaud these cuties!"

As he said that, he was the first to applaud, but his wolf-like gaze swept across the entire audience.

Everyone he swept up stiffly raised their hands and began to applaud.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded with satisfaction, stepped off the stage, and came to the group of parents. As he walked, he said, "That's it. Although they sang a song that even I, who don't understand music, thought was a little out of tune, there is still encouragement. "

I'm sorry... everyone was complaining like crazy: I was singing well, but it was out of tune, wasn't it because of your blind conductor?

Zhao Chuanxin saw the difference in their expressions, so he misunderstood and said modestly: "Although I think I performed well today, everyone should keep a low profile and avoid personality worship."

"..."

The impression given to Europeans and Americans by Asians is that they are diligent but shy, taciturn, and not good at expressing emotions.

It was their first time meeting someone like Zhao Chuanxin.

A woman burst into laughter.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around in surprise and found that it was an acquaintance - Rachel Kervis.

"Ah, madam, what a coincidence. Fate has allowed us to meet outside of school."

As he spoke, Zhao Chuanxin extended his palm and made waves.

Rachel Kervis' laughter stopped abruptly.

There are some things she can use as weapons, but she doesn't allow others to touch her weapons.

"Hello, Mr. Zhao." Rachel Kervis had always been able to deal with men easily, but she couldn't let go when meeting Zhao Chuanxin.

It's like an elite class suddenly inserts a gangster, which makes people very uncomfortable.

"Eh? Madam, why are you more beautiful today than yesterday? Oh, I can't move my eyes away. What should I do?"

Ning An next to him heard this and his head was buzzing.

The hookup that sir mentioned? Is this how to hook up? This is a bit too straightforward.

Where had Rachel Kravis ever heard such blatantly frivolous remarks?

She actually began to be at a loss.

"Mr. Zhao, I..."

"Don't say Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao, just call me Ethan. What's the relationship between the two of us?" Zhao Chuanxin stood directly next to Rachel Kervis and patted her back naturally.

After a night, the feeling has not changed.

Rachel Kervis' expression froze and she began to move to the side, her delicate body just leaning against Ning An.

This time, Ning An couldn't stand it anymore and her body trembled.

Zhao Chuanxin is a bitch appraiser,

At first glance, you can tell what she is like.

Anyone who dares to play tea with him will never be polite.

Seeing Rachel Kevis being forced into Ning An's arms, Zhao Chuanxin smiled and gave Ning An a look - the next step is up to you.

Ning An raised his arm and then lowered it.

Finally, he tentatively supported Rachel Kervis: "Madam, be careful."

Rachel Kervis smiled brightly at him: "Thank you."

Ning An's face turned red with shame.

Rachel Kervis said to herself: This is how a man should behave, either being shy or trying his best to act like a gentleman in front of a beautiful lady, instead of acting like a hooligan like Zhao Chuanxin.

Be civilized!

When Zhao Chuanxin saw them chatting, he ignored them because he saw Benjamin Goldberg step down.

"Hey, boy, you sing really well!"

Benjamin Goldberg was very happy to see Zhao Chuanxin, but he was confused and said: "Sir, I didn't sing just now."

He is wandering in a fugue.

"Haha, it's all the same. I heard your heartfelt voice, which is far more beautiful than the real voice."

Benjamin Goldberg listened to Zhao Chuanxin's nonsense and believed it to be true.

Yes, the picture he just imagined was beautiful and ethereal.

Mr. Zhao still understands him!

"Sir, are you here to see me?"

Zhao Chuanxin came here for a walk in the town, but he said without hesitation: "Yes, your talent is really something I will never forget. Come, I will take you to buy snacks."

There was a candy shop next to it. Zhao Chuanxin walked in with Benjamin Goldberg and waved his hand: "Pick whatever you want, I'll treat you!"

Benjamin Goldberg's eyes lit up and he was not polite. He chose from various syrups, nuts, fudge and chocolate.

Zhao Chuanxin asked the shopkeeper to wrap it up and pay for it.

The two walked out of the candy house, and Zhao Chuanxin already had a pistol in his hand.

He came to sit on the steps outside the door, his fingers flying, and the pistol was dismantled into a pile of parts in an instant.

Benjamin Goldberg looked at it intently, and his two glass-ball-like eyes reflected the reflections of the components, making them look bright and bright.

Zhao Chuanxin did not rush him, and put the gun back together, then took it apart...

After repeated three times.

Benjamin Goldberg said, "Sir, I remember."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Boy, let me explain to you its semi-automatic operating system and recoil loading principle..."

As he talked, he assembled and disassembled it so that Benjamin Goldberg could see through it.

"Sir, do you want me to come up with a gun that shoots bullets into the universe?"