Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Ji Shumiao was on his way to school but was blocked by Qi Wen.

Ji Shumiao's heart skipped a beat and he didn't know how to face Qi Wen.

Qi Wen came close to her, half-closed her eyes and asked in a low voice: "It's you that Zhou Hui likes, right?"

"Yeah, sorry."

"Why are you saying sorry to me?" Qi Wen proudly hooked her shoulders, "He likes you, he has good taste."

Qi Wen was actually sad for two days, but only two days.

Qi Wen: "There is more than one good man like Zhou Hui in the world. I will definitely find a better one."

Ji Shumiao nodded repeatedly: "You can definitely do it."

"Since you said so, can you help me get a few autographs from your brother?" Qi Wen looked at the people around her. "My cousin is an employee of your company. Yesterday she said that the confidentiality agreement had expired. She was finally able to speak after years of holding it in. She talked to us about your great achievements all night."

Ji Shumiao's scalp tingled: "You're too flattering."

"So Qin Shuyu is indeed your brother, right?" Qi Wen only cared about this. "I've been obsessed with him recently. My cousin won't let me get autographed photos. Can you help me get a few, please~ please~"

Ji Shumiao suggested: "Why don't you come to my house today? He's been home lately."

Qi Wen shook her head like a rattle: "No. Idols can only be admired from a distance, not played with."

Although he didn't quite understand, Ji Shumiao still agreed to get an autographed photo for her.

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Qin Shuyu was not at home. Director Metzger came to Beijing and he was invited to attend a private gathering of Director Metzger's friends. Qin Shuyu thought that he was going to be introduced to other film artists, so he happily went.

Walking through the quiet, Zen and cool Japanese-style villa and pushing open the Japanese lattice sliding door, there was no party scene inside, only a middle-aged man kneeling on the tatami.

Qin Shuyu looked at Mei Simo in confusion. Mei Simo said in not very fluent Chinese: "This is your father, Mr. Yamamoto Zeye."

Qin Shuyu shook his head and stepped back: "No, my father is fishing in the suburbs. I only have one father."

Yamamoto Ze looked at him with his eagle-like eyes: "When I met your mother, I used the alias Zhang Ze."

"What does it have to do with me?" Qin Shuyu was eager to distance himself from the matter. He didn't know what Yamamoto's purpose was, just like he was terrified by what was hidden inside the sliding door before it was opened.

A mysterious fear surged in his heart, and Qin Shuyu shivered. He said goodbye rudely in a panic, "I'm leaving. I want to go back to my home."

"I heard that you like Japanese comics." Yamamoto stood up and stared at his back, as if he wanted to see through his body and examine his soul and blood. "In your bones, the blood of the Yamamoto family flows."

"I don't like it." Qin Shuyu left in a hurry in panic.

Mesmer shrugged, "Oh, what a rebellious little kid."

The sliding door of the inner room was opened, revealing Chu Anran, who was kneeling in a kimono.

Yamamoto ordered without looking back: "Clear all obstacles for my son, and you will get what you want."

Chu Anran lowered his head and said "yes".

On the way home in the car, Qin Shuyu couldn't control himself and tremblingly searched for everything about the Yamamoto family and Yamamoto Sawaya. As he looked, he began to laugh, and as he laughed he burst into tears.

He is so ridiculous.

He used to have the delusion that "his biological father had no choice but to abandon him."

"Hahahahahaha..."

Qin Shuyu laughed crazily, tears streaming down his face. The driver was frightened by his appearance and asked, "Are you okay?"

Qin Shuyu said woodenly: "Drive faster, I want to go home."

The first thing Qin Shuyu did when he got home was to smash all the action figures and anime peripherals in the house, tearing everything in sight like a mad beast.

He raised a paper cutter and stabbed his old COS costume, determined to destroy everything regardless of the blood on his hands.

When faced with a dress, the paper cutter in her hand couldn't penetrate it at all - it was made by my grandma, sewing it stitch by stitch.

The paper cutter slipped from his hand, Qin Shuyu's knees weakened and he knelt down, covering his face with his bloody hands and weeping in despair.

Japanese, a family of Class A war criminals in World War II.

No wonder, no wonder...