Help, I've become a paper man

Such a familiar posture made Song Yi feel a chill on his back, especially with a face like that, which was extremely similar to Yan Changyue. One had to look carefully to see the difference. The emergence of this situation made him have some guesses, which he now urgently needed to confirm.

He asked again, "Who are you?"

The man smiled and took a step forward, pushing Song Yi back with his pistol. He was more imposing than before, and when he spoke again, his voice was slightly different from before.

"I thought you knew me."

As the man spoke, he laughed briefly, and his arrogance was revealed in his eyes.

Song Yi was stunned, and subconsciously thought that if this person had come like this when he first arrived, he would not have made a mistake.

Only in the beginning did Yan Changyue's sharpness show up. In the following interactions, at least in front of him, Yan Changyue was gentle. Besides, now... their relationship was different, and their interactions were even more different from the past.

The man in front of him was younger and more flamboyant, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath. It was really difficult for Song Yi to guess what was going on.

"What? Didn't your master tell you?" the man said, moving his hand forward a little and pushing Song Yi back with the gun.

Song Yi leaned back cooperatively, but still sighed before saying, "Yan Changyue's younger brother... I can't bear to guess like that, you look more like Feng Jihuan's younger brother."

Arrogant, overbearing, bad, no matter which word it is, it doesn't fit his gentlemanly boss, and it doesn't seem like a child that Yan Changyue would bring up.

The man snorted coldly, the smile on his face faded, he put away his gun and said, "Yan Zhichun, I am Yan Zhichun, you have stayed in my home and used my stardust."

As the words continued to flow, both Yan Zhichun's tone and the air around him inexplicably became two degrees colder.

Song Yi also subconsciously raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose. His few moments of conscience came to the fore, urging him to feel guilty.

He said, "Thank you, you have a good chef fight."

As soon as he opened his mouth, not a single word he said was nice, and the atmosphere became even more awkward.

Yan Zhichun laughed again and said coldly: "Of course, he is better at cooking enemies than cooking food. I am sorry that you are still standing here."

Song Yi made an "uh" in response, his eyes fell on the cold face. He couldn't tell the emotion of this sentence, was he joking or really thinking so.

Is this person Yan Changyue’s brother?

Song Yi thought so and asked, "Are you Yan Changyue's brother?"

"Of course." Yan Zhichun said, his eyes moving up and down, sweeping over Song Yi.

This kind of look was very familiar. Song Yi had just experienced it once. He had fully felt this attitude of not treating Xingchen as a human being on his way here. Now, being watched again did not affect the degree of his annoyance at all.

But calm down, calm down, this is Yan Changyue's younger brother. Song Yi began to persuade himself.

Just as he had achieved some results, Yan Zhichun turned sideways, sat back in his original seat, looked over with his chin raised, and said:

"Oh, this position, were you waiting for my brother?"

"Don't wait, my brother has something to do and can't come back for the time being. I'm the only one in the Yan family today. I can also be your life-saving talisman after work."

Song Yi took a deep breath and replied: "Are you an adult?"

After listening to these words, he now seriously suspected that the person in front of him might be an older child!

Song Yi cursed in his heart but a smile appeared on his face. It was obvious that what he said just now was not a good thing and the other party could see it at a glance.

Yan Zhichun didn't care and also smiled, but it was obvious that this man's smile was more impactful. As soon as the smile appeared on his delicate face, he revealed a familiar posture, which made Song Yi unconsciously dazed.

At the same time, Yan Zhichun said, "Whatever you see, you think of my brother?"

The tone of his voice was noticeably higher, without any hint of sarcasm, only pure astonishment. Yan Zhichun seemed to be genuinely frightened by this possibility.

Song Yi coughed, came back to his senses, and explained: "That's not the case. I can't see him, and I always miss him."

The air became even colder. Yan Zhichun lost his smile and glared at Song Yi. He stood up from the recliner and criticized:

"Sweet talk, is that how you talk to my brother?"

Song Yi responded with a "hmm", actively admitting his mistakes and even ignoring the other party's malicious intent, but it didn't have much effect.

Yan Zhichun looked even angrier. Even though he didn't say anything harsh, he began to pace back and forth on the ground, as if he was looking for a reason, a reason that could solve the problem, or...

"I really hate you." Yan Zhichun said, obviously having found a solution, but his words were too straightforward, which made Song Yi stunned.

The two of them fell into awkwardness again. No one spoke for a while, and they just stared at each other.

"Player Song Yi, please enter as soon as possible!"

The system prompt sounded, in a different format, with a flat tone and urgent words.

Yan Zhichun laughed and said, "Go ahead, it's your turn. You should be the first one to arrive here, but you haven't appeared yet."

Song Yi shook his head and asked again: "What do you mean by someone paying the price?"

He had no feeling at first, but with the prompt from Noah's Ark, his previous memories began to emerge, and he remembered something more or less.

For example, that night on the rooftop, the scene when Yan Changyue called his name before he said those immature words, and the thrilling feeling he had at that moment.

Another example is An Xiaochun's teasing words, when it comes to Yan Changyue...

"Yes, he paid the price for you, for your right to exist in this world as Song Yi."

"For something like this, even he would need to stay in the repair chamber for a few days."

Yan Zhichun spoke slowly, confirming Song Yi's guess. This was something he had known before, but before this, he had not connected the dots and thought about it carefully.

Song Yi asked again: "Will it hurt Yan Changyue?"

Yan Zhichun sighed and explained, "Not anymore. It was just a temporary injury that can be healed, but it was painful enough."

As he spoke, his tone softened. Not only him, but Song Yi as well. Once they mentioned Yan Changyue, their conversation changed form.

As a result, the relationship between the two of them inexplicably eased up without them noticing.

Yan Zhichun walked towards Song Yi and emphasized again: "This is also one of the reasons why I hate you."

"Player Song Yi, please enter as soon as possible!"

The prompt sounded again, still loud enough to cause a discussion below. On the terrace, the whispers could not be heard, but Yan Zhichun was there.

As soon as the voice sounded, he laughed and said to Song Yi: "Go, go to your stage."

Song Yi simply said: "No."

Yan Zhichun just shrugged, turned and walked towards the door, saying "whatever you want", but then turned back and looked at Song Yi again and said:

"Whatever you do, I am your life saver today."