After Becoming a Little |

However, Aliya didn't mean to bully him. For her, it's okay to bully mobs or something as entertainment, but if she really doesn't give up and makes it look like a narrow-minded protagonist who must revenge, she can call it decisive and decisive , that's not her style.

Mr. Zhou Shuren said it well, when the brave are angry, they draw their blades at the stronger ones, and when the cowardly are angry, they draw their blades at the weaker ones.

Susceptibility and decisiveness are two different things. Domineering also means majestic. Aliya has been fighting in different worlds for so many years. She looks like a sand sculpture like a happy wind girl, but she has already practiced it in essence. With a deep demeanor, naturally he will not easily get angry because of a little offense.

So she waved her hand: "it's nothing, you can do your own thing."

The yellow-haired dude opened his mouth, unable to speak, and finally the expression on his face also dimmed. He stepped aside and stepped out of the elevator carefully.

Watching Alia and the others disappear into the gradually closing elevator doors, the greasy man and the yellow-haired dude stood side by side, but compared to the disappointment of the latter, the former was frightened again, with both legs faintly shaking. Trembling, I just feel extremely guilty.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at the yellow-haired dude next to him, as if he recognized him: "Huang, Huang Shao?"

In southern addressing, adding "sheng" after the surname is to call the other party Mr. If you are younger, have less voice or less X, basically there is nothing wrong with it, just like Jinmen is always a sister ↗ sister↘ .

Of course, there are also those who come to the south and imagine that everyone around them calls them handsome, but in fact they are called hairy all day long...

The yellow-haired dude didn't feel any more tenderness towards the greasy man because of the sound of Huang Shao, he just sighed, with a somewhat indifferent expression: "Ah, hello... I have something to do, I'm leaving first, I have to drink tea."

As he said that, he was about to go out. The second young master of the Nan family just called him and said he would come over, and he was going to check on the other party.

Whether the Nan family will protect the Huang family or not is the fundamental problem that he is currently struggling with.

"Young Master Huang, Young Master Huang!" The greasy man hurriedly stopped the yellow-haired dude, looked around, and said in a low voice, "I want to ask something about the previous one, that Miss Ai!"

Hearing this name, Huang Maodan stopped and looked over with a little surprise: "What do you mean?"

"I—I accidentally offended the other party before, I just wanted to ask..." The greasy man's Adam's apple rolled, his voice was difficult: "Will she hold grudges or something... She doesn't seem so careful man, right?"

"...Are you fucking sick?" The yellow-haired dude raised his brows, and subconsciously wanted to yell loudly, but after opening his mouth, he subconsciously looked back in the direction of the elevator, and finally held back, but his right hand was in the air Waving, with a little impatience and anger: "It's hopeless, you go back and wait to die!"

"This--"

"You offended her and you don't know what to do? Are you still looking for me?" The yellow-haired dandy reached out and touched the greasy man's chest, and said in a deep voice, "It's because I offended her that I'm about to go bankrupt now!"

The greasy man was stunned on the spot, and the apple muscles of his cheeks began to twitch slightly, showing a bit of distortion.

"Are you afraid? Look, I hate you who don't count, and you get scared when you ask, so what are you asking? Ah?" The yellow-haired dude sneered, "I really..."

After finishing speaking, he didn't stay to explain anything, turned around and left irritably.

The greasy man stood there silently for a long time, and finally became more and more frightened as he thought about it, finally gritted his teeth and pressed the button of the elevator.

As long as I apologize sincerely, the other party should not blame me, right?

After all, it's just a small thing... just a small thing...

With trembling hands, he pressed the elevator button several times before pressing the elevator button. His arms were numb. The stress hormone cortisol increased the activity of phenylethanolamine-N-methyltransferase in his body, which converts norepinephrine into The excessive adrenaline caused his heart to involuntarily speed up its contraction.

A large amount of blood rushed through his body with oxygen, and the unreasonable contraction intensity of the muscles made his hands and feet slightly numb, and even suffered from a little hypoxia due to insufficient blood supply to the brain, but his attention was all diverted When it came to his offense against the so-called "rich and powerful girl" before, the surge of adrenaline did not make him move more agilely, but instead made his current spirit highly tense, on the verge of the limit.

The elevator door opened, and the greasy man walked in with light footsteps as if he was stepping on a cloud. His eyes were distracted for a while, and then he remembered that he didn't know the destination of the other party.

Fortunately, cortisol, which was originally evolved by human ancestors in history to deal with potential threats, helped the greasy man. This stress hormone, which may have been stimulated to fight the saber-toothed tiger mammoth, can burn the body including muscles and All the potential energy including fatty acids, amino acids, liver glycogen to ensure the endurance of the battle, additionally brings a more focused thinking ability.

Although the greasy man didn't use this kind of gift engraved in the DNA of his ancestors where it should be used, at least he remembered that he heard Lianhua mention their itinerary and recording in front of the navigation board before.

So after a short thought, he subconsciously pressed his finger on the elevator key on the 8th floor.

At the same time, a somewhat desolate man got out of the car, buttoned up his casual clothes, and looked up at the building in front of him.

His brother's new assistant took out his schedule book, pushed down his glasses, and said in a flat voice: "Second young master, first of all, we need to reach a settlement with the original manager of SH group, and now contact us The person who handed over is the vice president of the entertainment company, surnamed Wang...Second Young Master, do you have anything to say?"

The second young master of the Nan family slammed his mouth, quite helplessly: "What did you say?"

"Since there is nothing to talk about, let's get to work." The glasses assistant girl said coldly: "Young Master attaches great importance to this matter, and I hope you, Second Young Master, can understand the painstaking efforts of First Young Master. Enemies should be resolved rather than tied. It's better not to hold grudges."

"I've been saying it all the time—I! No! Yes! Remember! Hatred!"

"Well, although it can't be heard that you have no actual performance of holding grudges, at least you have maintained a good verbal attitude. I hope you can continue."

"...Don't think that you are my brother's man, so I dare not do anything to you. I have tolerated you for a long time!"

"First of all, I'm not your brother's person, I'm just your brother's employee." The girl with glasses said blankly: "Secondly, it doesn't matter what you do to me. Mr. Nanwen can fire me. If you don't want to follow the schedule If you want to proceed, you can contact the young master, I respect your opinion."

"I—" The second young master of the Nan family took a deep breath, and finally spit it out slowly, raising his hands to make a French military salute: "All right, let's calm down, I reiterate that I don't actually hold any grudges or revenge now Meaning, so you just need to tell me what to do instead of teaching me over and over again how to think, OK?"

"can."

"Very well... let's go." The second young master of the Nan family looked at the yellow-haired dude walking towards him, and pursed his lips to meet him.

The yellow-haired dude is a yellow-haired dude after all, the ability to see people order dishes has formed a character in years of life, and the irritable appearance of the greasy man who was impatient before became silent and slightly aggrieved in front of the second young master of the Nan family look like.

"...I asked my brother." The second young master of the Nan family patted him on the shoulder, trying hard to imitate his brother's soothing gesture in his mind, and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, it will pass after a while. We'll make it up for you when it's resolved."

Huangmaowan let out a sigh of relief: "It's my own initiative to vent my anger on the second young master, and I really shouldn't get you involved."

"It's nothing, it's good--the matter with your company has been resolved?"

"No...but after a little pressure, those people can't fully convince each other." The yellow-haired dude rubbed his nose and said with self-deprecation: "Speaking of which, I chose these fools as shareholders in the first place because it was good Suppress it, I didn't expect that they were the ones who jumped back at the first time, it's really their own fault..."

"It's okay, if my brother succeeds..." The second young master of the Nan family thought for a moment, with a subtle expression on his face, and explained: "I mean, if my brother insists, maybe after a while, these things will come to an end." It's not a problem anymore."

"Ah?" The yellow-haired dude was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed with horror, he looked around, and said in a low voice: "Your Excellency, do you want to give the Leah Fund to... like this!"

As he spoke, he pulled at his neck and made a beheading gesture.

"What are you thinking?" The second young master of the Nan family couldn't laugh or cry: "Even if my brother wants to, he can't do it. My brother is in a daze right now...he wants to chase that guy."

"Who?" The yellow-haired dandy subconsciously asked back, and then reacted, his eyes widened and he lost his voice: "Her?!"

"if not?"

"But--this--" the yellow-haired dandy felt his tongue was getting knotted, and finally his expression was even blurred because of the tangle: "What the hell is he thinking..."

"Don't ask me, I don't know either."

"...she's inside."

"What's in there? Who's... Alicia?!"

The two guys who hurt each other are shaking here and there, and they almost turned themselves into idiots.

The world is changing too fast, and they really can't keep up with the pace of magical reality—but if you really want to care about it, who can guarantee that they can firmly grasp the reality?

It doesn't exist. Even the most powerful man in the world in theory has to face the reality. He will be stuffed into a cannon and shot into the sun. He will be shot four times a month, and the return ticket will be rounded up.

"Yes." The yellow-haired dude's shoulders slumped: "I saw her before."

"..."

……

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"Actually, I would like to reproduce the song from 04, after all, that year was a fight between gods and gods."

Or fighting with gods is not enough to describe the Mandarin music scene at that time - "Qilixiang", "Jiangnan", "Persian Cat", "Our Love" and "Happy Worship" and so on, each song is still the same until more than ten years later It is widely sung and popular.

But Lianhua looked at the ceiling of the corridor in doubt and thought for a while: "In 04...are there any famous songs?"

"Eh? No?" Aliya stopped in astonishment: "Is there Qilixiang?"

"What song is Qilixiang? The name sounds weird."

"The sparrow outside the window ~ sleeping naked on the pole... No, you haven't heard Jay Chou's song?"

"Maybe I don't hear enough?" Lianhua thought for a while, a little uncertain.

But if it's a famous song, then you should have heard it, right?

"...It's over, the world line has changed." Alia pinched the center of her brows: "Li Guang, check what songs Jay Chou posted in 04."

Aunt Liguang took out her sleeves and took out her 144 refresh rate screen plus liquid cooling heat dissipation, with a speed of up to 1 revolutions per minute attached to the back, which is faster than Boeing aircraft blades and has 04 gram of ultra-light nanomaterials and liquid The third edition of the gossip mirror of the cooling fan supported by the bearing technology, began to inquire about the relevant information in [-].

At first, I wanted to call it Aiku 3, but when I heard this name, it was the kind that was beaten to death by friends from all walks of life. It was full of compromises, so I had to discard it.

"In 04, Jay Chou's album was "My Site"."

"……Gone?"

"No Qilixiang."

"What about the Persian cat?"

"What song is the Persian cat?" Lianhua asked curiously, "The name sounds pretty good."

"Persian cat~ squint her eyes~ Persian cat, tiptoeing on her toes... nothing?"

"La la la~ la la la la la la..." Lianhua hummed the tune softly: "It's a bit familiar, but probably not. I quite like this tune. If there is one, I should have heard it."

Speaking of Lianhua, she proudly raised her chest: "Don't look at me like this, but when I was a student, I liked listening to music very much. If there is any good song, I usually go to the master tape version in the recording studio to listen to it. of."

"...Our student days may be different. I always look for the MP3 version with sloppy sound quality on the Internet to listen to. Occasionally, I spend money to buy a batch from the copy shop at the door. This is probably my earliest experience of paying for cultural content disseminated on the Internet. .”

In fact, Aliya has always bought tapes and the like, which are used to read English on a repeater to listen to songs. The lyrics of the tape boxes were disassembled and copied in a notebook, and even circulated among classmates—when the tapes died out. In the mp3 era, she also learned to look for lossless, burn earphones, learn how to bundle amps to get better metaphysical sound quality like my brother, and enthusiastically save money to try what is treble, sweet, mid-range, and accurate bass, and brainstorm the tears that make people cry. Transparent sound quality.

Sometimes when I think about it this way, I feel that the youth of the boyhood is really full of the sun-dappled look and feel of the summer tree-lined avenues, which makes people think about it and can't help but play back the bright colors and the sound of wind chimes.

But a strange voice cut in, interrupting Arya's recollection.

It was a strange yet familiar greasy male voice: "Ai, Miss Ai—"

Aliya was pulled out of her memories, and subconsciously looked back.

The corridor is long and extends in all directions, with people coming and going.

On both sides of this corridor, which is not remote but by no means the main road, are the recording studios of the entertainment companies that rent the office buildings here, or the special recording studios opened by private individuals. With strong hearing, you can still vaguely hear the sound of the surrounding instruments.

The greasy man's voice was so abrupt in these small voices, with heavy panting and pounding heartbeat, it sounded like a terrified haunted house visitor.

"What happened?" Aliya asked suspiciously, "Is there anything you can do for me?"

So far, except for the people around him, no one has discovered that Alia, who also wears sunglasses indoors, is blind. The same is true for the greasy man, but when others look at the sunglasses, they only see weird behavior. I saw the cold light of the corridor reflected on the black lens, and the indifferent eyes behind that were as cold as the light.

"I...I'm apologizing, I'm very sincere, and I want to ask for your forgiveness..." The greasy man said this, waving his hands incoherently: "I shouldn't-I'm sorry for that kid, but I really didn't mean it, I was just..."

"...That's it?" Aliya asked with a question mark in her head: "Isn't it okay to say it? And she wasn't angry."

Speaking of which, Aliya pointed to Xiong Luoli.

In the corridor, the muscular sister Gui Aige's height plus Xiong Luoli, there is a risk of bumping into the threshold, so at this time, Xiong Luoli walked by herself, following Lianhua - she is at the moment He was pawing outside the glass door of someone else's studio, curiously looking at the scene inside.

It seemed that Aliya's voice turned her attention back, Xiong Luoli looked up and said, "What's the matter?"

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have kicked you, but I swear, I meant absolutely nothing else!"

"Ah?" Xiong Luoli blinked, then frowned and waved her little hands impatiently: "Okay, okay, I've said it's all right, why are you so annoying?"