[Net King] Drama Boy

Taocheng went to the rooftop to have lunch with the main candidates of the tennis club. The third-year seniors were leaving Taocheng as a successor, and they had to work hard to challenge Haitang.

Although we are about to part ways, and the atmosphere on the rooftop at lunchtime is getting sadder and sadder, but at least with Kikumaru around, it will not be as quiet as it is today.

After seeing it, I realized that the front desk where he disappeared was sleeping in the corner.

The empathetic tennis club candidates avoided disturbing the sleep of other students, and calmed down. Once they were quiet, they couldn't help being sad and reluctant.

Taocheng is usually heartless, and now she is silent.

However, Ban Ren asked him to find his front desk and told him to go to the office for tea.

Taocheng's hand was about to touch the boy's body, and he felt a chill on his neck, and in a blink of an eye, he saw that the person who was lying on the ground had half-kneeled facing him, with his hands on his shoulders.

"Student Taocheng, long time no see."

Bai Cun smiled, so dangerous, he almost broke his neck by accident just now.

Taocheng looked at the hand on his shoulder, blinked, and said, "The class leader told you to go to his office before lunch break."

"Okay, got it." Bai Cun saw the children behind Taocheng, "Sorry for making you and your classmates uncomfortable."

"No, nothing! You don't have to be embarrassed." Kikumaru replied.

The lively young man who answered had burgundy messy short hair, bright sapphire blue eyes, and Bai Cun, who was so cute, kept a polite smile and said, "It's just an apology according to the procedure, I didn't care at all."

Kikumaru Petrochemical: "Huh?"

Bu Er: "Pfft!"

Dashi Taocheng is going to persuade him to set up a hurdle.

Haitang choked on her throat with a mouthful of food.

Just brush and write things down in a small notebook.

Echizen raised the brim of his hat.

"What's wrong, did you hear something wrong?"

Doesn't it generally mean that I said something wrong?Except for Minister Tezuka who flew to Germany not long ago, the main candidates of the tennis club all had the same thought: This man speaks so irritatingly!

As if hearing what they were thinking, Bai Cun kindly explained: "That's what I meant, I can't be wrong."

So our hearing is wrong?

What logic!

This person's mouth was born to draw hatred!

Taocheng began to miss their first meeting when Baicun didn't speak.

"...Classmate, you will be beaten if you talk like that." Kikumaru sighed quietly.

It doesn't look like he cares about Bai Cun.

Another bunch of good boys.

"I'm not stupid, I wouldn't talk like that to someone who beat me up."

Everyone: "..."

Can you still speak well?

I don't think you beat anyone.

Bai Cun went to Ban Ren for tea, waved his hands back: "Goodbye."

After such an interruption, the bright and sad atmosphere disappeared.

Push the glasses: "It's 70% likely that he said that to ease the atmosphere"

Taocheng scratched his head: "Actually, Baicun is not a bad person."

Even if a man is nice, his mouth is unbearable.

☆、Chapter Seventeen

After class in the afternoon, Taocheng's front desk is still empty, Taocheng is a little surprised that Baicun looks so good and so rebellious.

But overall not a bad guy.

The response is also very fast, if you play tennis, you should have great potential.

The class he was attending was chemistry, and the equation sounded like a bible. No matter how hard Taocheng struggled, he couldn't help but lose his mind. When his soul was out of his body, the door of the classroom was kicked open with a "bang".

Taocheng was taken aback, thinking it was Baicun, but it was not, or Baicun was crazy.

A society boy with dyed yellow hair, a row of earrings in his ears, a big waist and a round waist, yelled: "Otosaka Yude..."

Before he finished speaking, he rolled his eyes and softened, revealing Bai Cun's petite figure behind him, and then the society boy was thrown out by the petite Bai Cun, and politely took him to the door.

The terrified chemistry teacher and the unresponsive students watched him yelling "report" and returning to their seats with dumbfounded faces... and went to sleep.

The social youth who came to make trouble was knocked out by a hand knife, right? He didn't die, right...

I thought it was a little sheep, but it turned out to be a big bad wolf.

And Yi Banyu, who was named, has already stared at the young boy lying on the table to defeat the evil forces.

Taocheng thought blankly.

... With this hand strength, he might be a surprisingly strong player in tennis.

During the class, no one disturbed him, and during the break, he found that the social boy had disappeared.

After school, the tennis club laps ended, and Taocheng ignored the gossip on and off the court, and couldn't wait to fight with Baicun.

Yibanyu was afraid of being beaten up by social teenagers, so he followed Baicun not far or near after school.

"Taozi is really passionate about that child." Kikumaru and Oishi had a leisurely but fierce sparring in the field next to Taocheng.

The tennis balls shuttle back and forth constantly, and the golden partner also has a tacit understanding when feeding.

"Indeed, does Baicun have a tennis talent that we can't see?"

"Tennis... talent?"

Kikumaru nimbly hit back the opposite ball, hit the bottom line, turned his head to look carefully at the slender body of the person he was talking to, and suddenly felt like sighing.

Taocheng and Baicun, the venues next door, are still in the stage of Taocheng explaining tennis rules to them.

"I hope the cute junior can move the camera."

"Eiji, don't look down on others too much, seniors should have confidence in juniors." Fuji still had that smiling look.

"Hi, I got it."

At this time, he was standing between Kikumaru Oishi and Taocheng Baicun with a racket, his brow covered with thin sweat. He had just guided a few juniors who were preparing for the main election to come over and saw Taocheng and Baicun opening up for a match.

Short chestnut hair rested softly on his forehead and cheeks. Looking at Baicun's shoulder-length hair, he sighed once again that the younger generation is really soft and cute. The children who have just been coached are more obedient than Baicun.

It's all because no one dares to disobey Fuji without Minister Tezuka around, and Minister Tezuka's presence seems to be of little use.

Echizen walked up to Fuji with a dissatisfied face, full of resentment, and said: "Senior didn't work hard at all in the competition just now."

Echizen managed to make an appointment with Fuji to succeed, but in the end Fuji lost to him without any resistance. He turned around and went to instruct his juniors.

"Because..." Fuer's smiling face was very gentle, and his voice was brisk and aggrieved when he tantalized people, "I'm still far behind."

"..." Using his mantra to block his questioning, Senior Fuji was still as difficult to deal with as before.

"Now is not the time. Look, Taocheng kicks off."

Fuji has decided to work harder in tennis. Tezuka's disastrous defeat before leaving and the words he left the night before going abroad quietly ignited his fighting spirit.

Because he is too smart, tennis and everything else is too easy, so it is always difficult for a genius to really take it seriously.But now, it's time.

Bu Er has a deep love for tennis in his heart, but it is buried deep down with his fighting spirit.

Maybe one day in the future I will still put down the racket, but my desire to become stronger now will not change.

Echizen also noticed that there was something different about the always smiling senior, and it made him want to fight more, so for the time being, he let go of pursuing the senior's release of water.

Echizen looked at Taocheng Baicun's familiar rules of play, and was speechless. What does this kind of tennis look like?

The two of them are playing house, almost sending the ball to the opponent's racket.

After 5 minutes passed, the rhythm of sending the ball was slightly faster.

Echizen saw Senior Fuji watching the battle with great interest, and insisted on watching to see what Senior was watching.

How would Echizen feel if he knew that Fuji was just admiring the elegant figure and long hair of the beauties on the field.

Will growl.

Suddenly, I felt that the game was more interesting.

I don't know the bad taste of a certain senior, and the more I look at it, the colder I am.

"what!"

"Eiji, what's wrong?"

Oishi also put down his racket and followed Kikumaru's line of sight to look at the beginner's practice game next door. Taocheng was catching the ball and hitting it back. To say that it was abnormal, Taocheng also had a surprised expression on his face.

"It's so fast."

Kikumaru hung onto Fuji and began to watch attentively.

Taocheng finally came with some technical content, but it was not very technical, just taking advantage of Baicun's front of the net to hit the ball to the bottom line at high speed.

Bai Cun ran over to pick it up, with that kind of leisurely attitude.

With his excellent dynamic vision, Kikumaru saw the afterimage of the boy moving to the bottom line.

The speed of the ball is a little faster than Taocheng's half-serious ball, which gives people a feeling of teleportation.

"Student Baicun's physical fitness and motor nerves are actually very good." Buer sighed in a tone, but his attitude was not very surprising.

"Hey, how does Fuji know?"

"I don't know." Under Kikumaru's deceitful expression, he said leisurely, "Intuition."

"Shiraimura-san has an instinct for tennis potential?" Kikumaru was a little frustrated, "Even Momoshiro's rough nerves can detect it, but Kikumaru didn't see it, so I'm so unconvinced!"

"No." Not in tennis.

"Not what?" Kikumaru seemed to have been tamed, waiting for Fuji's next words.

"I always feel that this person... is very dangerous."

Echizen took Fuji's words, and he believed that the senior felt the same as he did.

Bu Er also felt that he was dangerous intuitively, but it was not so real.

"You know after only a few meetings?" Kikumaru became even more unconvinced for a while, and muttered, "I don't see where that little devil is dangerous except for his irritating words."

"Student Baicun may be too straight-tempered, so he doesn't speak well." Oishi took on the task of smoothing Kikumaru's hair with ease, "I don't look like a bad boy, and I don't look like a student with good sports. I didn't see it either!"

As expected, Kikumaru calmed down.

Bai Cun received the ball again, hit it back, and said, "Be serious, I'm probably used to it."

Taocheng could tell that the ball went straight, without the ever-changing spins or phantoms of Senior Fuji, if there was something abnormal, the opponent was a complete beginner.However, the speed is surprisingly high.

"Seriously..." Taocheng waited for the ball to bounce off the ground before hitting it back, but the words ended in his mouth.

The tennis player didn't know what kind of strength was used by the strange boy on the opposite side. The ball hit an exaggerated big hole on the ground and got into the soil.

Kawamura, the power player, also stood in the same row as Oishi, muttering: "What kind of strength is this?"

"He also uses his left hand." Echizen was a little excited.

Because I met a tennis player worth looking forward to. If his learning ability is also qualified-he can absorb all aspects of tennis technical knowledge, then he will become a good opponent.

Taocheng appeared in front of him when he was in a daze: "I lost a goal in the match with beginners, so let's learn the lesson."

"Well... no, but, you take the dry juice away, take it away!"

Taocheng is already useless hanging on the sink.

Kawamura: "Actually, logically speaking, there should be some resistance."

Kikumaru: "Unless..."

Dashi: "...a new flavor."

Qian: "That's right! This is an enhanced version that has both functions and tastes based on Baicun's suggestion!"

Echizen had already disappeared.

Haitang had just come back from coach Ryuzaki, seeing the situation, she was very clever and didn't go to her, and went to practice in a detour.

Bu Er: "I'm looking forward to it, it looks good."

Bai Cun came over, and the melon-eating crowd who gathered together to watch the main election had dispersed without knowing it, and Otosaka quietly followed in the distance of Bai Village.

"Enhanced version."

All in one drink!

All the candidates: "Wow!"

"How does Baicun feel?" Gan pushed his glasses and calmly took out a small notebook.

"Nearly perfect."

"I think so too." After finishing speaking, he looked at Taocheng who was lying dead with regret.

"Well, let's improve it to the point where everyone can accept it." Bai Cun fully understands the troubles that other people can't enjoy good things.

"Yes!"

Bu Er: "It's rare, and I am getting more and more fighting spirit."

Kikumaru Dashihe village is far away from the battlefield.

Bai Cun suddenly looked displeased.

Buer pinched his chin and asked, "Student Baicun, what happened?"

"It's nothing, it's just being underestimated."

Bai Cun found a man in black a few hundred meters away, exuding murderous aura as if no one else was around.

He became the adopted son of the boss, whether it was out of temptation or jealousy, it was expected that he would be assassinated.

However, can you not send this kind of grass carp-level killer to show murderous intent in front of the assassination target in broad daylight, how contemptuous it is.

Bai Cun said: "Leave for a while."

It took Bai Cun a lot of effort to drain the killer's body into pieces with dried blood and flush it down the toilet. In order to deceive people, he chose the physics and chemistry laboratory teaching building which is not commonly used at this time and there is no one there.

Club activities were over when I came back.

Otosaka is usually taciturn and soft-tempered. He has friends but they are not close friends, so now he has been following Baicun instead.

Otosaka and Diubai village drew circles in the corner of the empty tennis club.

"Please explain why you followed me."

"Ahhh!" Otosaka was startled.

"Reason, reason, I, I, I..."

"Speak well, like a man."

"...I'm so envious." Otosaka lowered his head in disappointment, obviously weaker than him, but surprisingly, he was completely hardliner.

"Little sheep, will you tell me?"

Gone, savior, hope.

"Just, he threatened me and asked me to ask my sister out. This, how can this be done!"

The former sentence lacked confidence, but the latter sentence was very firm.

"Tell the truth."

It's so scary, it's much scarier than the youth in society! Facing Baicun's unwavering face, Otosaka wept silently, finding the wrong person to ask for help.

"People always lie where they think it doesn't matter and it's to their advantage."

Shiraura's eyes were calm, with a sarcasm Otosaka couldn't understand.

"Sorry! Sorry! I, I, is actually my neighbor's sister."

"Like people?"

"Yes, no! You can't betray the partners you grew up with! That's why..."

"Tsk, it's one or two, even cheating myself."

"..."

"I'll help you get rid of him today, on the condition that you go back and confess your love to the neighbor sister."

"Phew, great—"

"Hey hey hey!!! This, that, me, me, me..."

Ignoring Otosaka's blushing little daughter-in-law who was dying of embarrassment, Baicun put his hands in his pockets: "Lead the way."

Otosaka staggered up and got up, wanting to cry without tears, and still a little moved in his heart, he took Baicun to a gangster's den not far from the school.

He was brought here and beaten.

"Are you waiting outside?"

"No, no, no." Otosaka insisted on following in, he couldn't be so weak anymore.

It's not that I never thought of calling the police or telling my parents, but there is no conclusive evidence. The Public Security Bureau can't keep them locked up for long. Once they come out...

Otosaka walked in trembling, and was carried out by Baicun with a dull expression, and it took only 10 minutes.

Otosaka only has the impression of a room full of people at the beginning and then a room full of howling weak mosquitoes lying down....

It's that simple?

Otoban Yu thinks he is a joke, waste, scum!

"What?" Baicun raised his eyebrows and smiled, while Otosaka in front of him knelt down and burst into tears.

"Please, please tell me how to become stronger!"

"With such desire and belief, you have already started to become stronger." Bai Cun thought for a while, "Keep exercising, eat healthy and so on."

"Thank you!" Otosaka picked up his schoolbag and ran away as if flying.

Accepting the little brother, I feel like I have officially embarked on the road of the protagonist!

"Hey... how did you go back?"

Pretending to be too aggressive, little brother, come back and lead the way!

"The driver didn't pick you up." Only the cat was picked up.

Atobe's gaze was like a knife like an arrow, and Baicun could only tell the truth for a while.

"……be lost."

Atobe raised one corner of his mouth and stared at him, and said after a long time, "Didn't you notice that the cat was with you all day?"

"...Huh?" Bai Cun received the cat that fell from the sky, but actually jumped from the second floor, "I have grown so much meat, I should exercise."

That's not the point.

Atobe saw it, and Baicun dragged a man into the unmanned bathroom, and then smelled the strong smell of blood with his senses.

Like the Atobe family, Atobe knows many things much more than their peers, and it is also much more complicated.

For a moment, I didn't know what to think.

He will inevitably do this kind of thing in the future, even though he can control others to do it.

I have to admit, Bai Cunye, he was born to do this.

Based on Maomao's animal intuition, he didn't feel any changes in his mood and breath before and after the murder, as if what he threw away was just a piece of waste paper, not life and corpses.

However, although Baicun doesn't care about human life, he has absolute reason to restrain himself.

Still worrying.

The cat's perspective is completely used on Baicun.

Bai Cun didn't care much, and he could even say a bit proudly: "I have received my first younger brother in my career!"

Trace Department was speechless.

You are really active in underworld work.

Seeing him, Bai Cun ignored him, and leaned over shamelessly, his hair intersecting, and leaned close to his cheek to listen to what was playing in his earphones.

"This is Wagner's opera."

"I didn't expect you to know classical music."

Atobe originally wanted to dodge, but now he stopped his movements, and generously took off the earphones and played.

"Well, the phenomenal opera "Tristan und Isolde", the pinnacle of Wagner, the end of classical romance, and the beginning of new music." Baicun and Atobe distanced themselves a little, but they were still close enough to breathe , "This passage is one of the longest love duets in the history of the hero and heroine in the second act."

"I understand it very clearly." Atobe was a little surprised, but more because of the feeling of co-production with a bosom friend, "This Friday will be the finale of the third day of the Ice Emperor Campus Festival."

"Brother is the leading actor?"

"Ah huh." Atobe Hailan's eyes moved slightly, listening to his new brother's clear boyish voice, he felt that his guest singing in opera might be good, "Can you sing opera?"

Bai Cun blinked, struggled a little between betraying his integrity and Hiromi's smile, then cleared his throat and sat upright.

Singing in a serious soprano, the short passage of Isolde's death is mellow and lingering, sad and sad, reproducing the pain and persistence of the young Irish princess who died with her lover.

The opening was amazing, but why the female voice sang so well.

Atobe just wanted him to stop teasing him, but he couldn't laugh or cry.

On the other hand, after Bai Cun finished singing, his eyes sparkled, and he looked like I wouldn't be proud if you praised me casually.

"……good."

"of course."

"..."

I don't think he's cute.

"At that time, I will definitely go and listen to my brother sing."

"Ah, just look forward to it." Atobe has always been confident to conceited, full of the general idea of ​​stunning the audience when the time comes.

"Brother, have you figured out what to call me?" Bai Cun lazily lay back on the sofa, and the cats surrounded their necks and purred.

"..." Atobe was a little awkward to call him no matter what, so for several days, he omitted the title when speaking.

"Can you call me by my name?"

"Ah." Atobe nodded reservedly, and raised his hand to put on the earphones.

Baicun's interesting reading department uncle seemed to be concentrating on flipping through the script book, leaning his face sideways and tilting his head to watch, the cat struggled to nest in his neck and shoulders.

Atobe looked uncomfortable by him, and his tone was slightly fierce: "Are you free to do?"

Then, what's with those pitiful little eyes.

Atobe sighed: "Xiaoye."

His face changed in a second, and his smile was as gorgeous as a mountain flower.

Atobe let out a breath, and an uncontrollable smile appeared on his face.

"I'm going to paint."

"Go."

Bai Cun carried the sleeping cat back to the studio, picked up the mobile phone between the paint buckets, and found that there were more than a dozen missed calls, all of which were from the same strange number.

"Hey, ah! Shiramura-kun can be regarded as accepted." Director Sato breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought the movie was lost before the starring role was made."

"I don't have the habit of carrying a mobile phone."

"Take it! You're not you anymore, you know, baby Baicun!"

"..."

"Hmm, to put it succinctly and clearly, the schedule has been set, and I will leave for China in half a month. Before that, I have already asked a senior in the entertainment industry to give him your time every afternoon, son. You have so much to learn."

"..."

"Senior is a descendant of a geisha, learn it hard, if it weren't for the radiant personality of the great director and the fact that senior admires you..."

"..." It turned out to be a chatterbox.

Bai Cun put his phone aside and didn't hang it up, what a wonderful self-cultivation, and devoted himself to painting.

after an hour.

"Hey, is the big baby Baicun still alive?"

"Not only are you alive, but you can also hang up the phone with the director." Bai Cun hung up the phone.

No amount of good self-cultivation will exhaust the chatter.

The cats and cats were woken up and slipped away.

The oil painting on the easel is half finished. Recently, whether it is going to school or studying at the home of a senior in the entertainment industry, it is too time-consuming.

Bai Cun touched his shoulder-length hair, and moved his eyes to the glass window that turned into a mirror under the night, where there was the reflection of a male and female boy in the skin.

Really useful skin.

Because of it, he met two directors and two roles.Baicun is not easily interested in anything, and will do whatever he is interested in.

He's just drawn to the character he plays.

So I worked hard to figure out the research and accept learning.

With only a simple background in 204, Bai Cun compiled a [-]-character biography for him.

It can be said that the brain supplement ability is amazing.

The night is deep, the moon is as cool as water, and it is late autumn.

Bai Cun packed up his equipment and planned to go to the headquarters to fight the group of people who were waiting to kill him.

Put it all to school in the morning when you sleep.

The shoulder injury was almost healed, Bai Cun changed his medicine again, and slipped out of Atobe's house to meet his big brother foster father.

On the way to the headquarters, stepping into the territory of the underworld seemed to turn on a switch, and several waves of blocking and assassination from the outside and inside emerged one after another.

The cheap adoptive father will not support him in the slightest. This is a test of whether he is qualified to be an heir.

I can't help but sigh that I am now someone who kills a person with identity.

It is arrogant to drag away the killers who can be caught with steel bars from the shoulder blades.

The sky was about to light up, and it was the darkest and quietest time before dawn. Bai Cun had no obvious wounds on his body, and his expression was gentle. Everyone inside and outside the headquarters stayed away when he passed by.

Cheap adoptive father is very happy.

The imposing old man with white hair and hair was full of approval, and his tone was reproachful: "I don't think it's dirty, I'm tired, let's clean it up."

Bai Cun smiled sweetly, although his hair was disheveled, his clothes were disheveled and his breath was uneven, he was cunning and cute with a sinister aura.

If one ignores the blood trail of more than a dozen people behind him, this scene is simply filial piety.

☆、Chapter Eighteen

Yibanyu saw that the boss was about to fall asleep all morning, and the teacher didn't know what he had talked with Baicun in the office yesterday, and all of them turned a blind eye to him, and couldn't find a chance to report his confession.

Damn, I'm a little shy when I think about it.

During the third class break, Bai Cun wakes up with a whine, no, no, Bai Cun raised his head and wiped his mouth to make sure there was no drooling, then went straight to the outside of the classroom, followed by younger brother Otosaka.

Baicun waited for him.

Otosaka's face under the lid of the pot was flushed red, and he walked over shyly.

"Tell me how the situation is going?" Bai Cun's tone was as gossipy as possible.

"Uh, oh, I told her, I will, I will change for her, become who she wants..."

"Gone?"

Yiban buried his head in front of his chest, his neck was all red: "It's gone."

It can be imagined that this is his limit, Bai Cun waved his hand: "Okay, go back to class. Anyway, you are still young, wait until you have a firm future before you take responsibility for the girl you like."

"Yes, yes, I will! Thank you." Otosaka stopped stumbling when speaking, and met Kamishiramura's eyes firmly for a second.

Turned around and ran away in a hurry.

Bai Cun received ideological education in the teacher's office yesterday, and later found that he knew the problem that the math teacher in the class was solving on his desk.

"Teacher, have you solved this problem yet?"

The Mediterranean old man who trains students to drool is obviously a motivated teacher. The subject of mathematics is not limited to junior high school, and he teaches himself advanced mathematics textbooks.In a blink of an eye, the old man choked when he saw the topic that he had spent the whole morning without thinking about it: "The solution is coming soon!"

Bai Cun took out a pen from his pocket and wrote down the thinking and process of solving the problem on the calculation paper beside him.

The old man Ban Ren was silent.

"...Even this cannot break discipline."

"I will pay attention." However, he did not change.

"Let's go back."

Just like that, the teacher in the office looked at him in the wrong way, as if he was the kind of talented and thorny student.

Baicun didn't want to disappoint the teachers' imagination, so he skipped class.

Returning to Ajibu House, he took the painting tools and went to set up a painting stall near the place agreed with Director Sato.

This street is already quiet, and there are even fewer people during the lunch break.

Bai Cun then took out the unfinished works and continued to paint. The time was tight and every second counted.

Director Sato, in a brown windbreaker, hat and mask, appeared on the street corner on a bicycle, until he walked into the agreed izakaya and did not see Baicun passing by him.

"Director Sato."

Sato looked around: "Hey, I seem to hear the voice of the little beauty."

Bai Cun put away the paint on the easel and went into the izakaya, Sato found him.

Surprised: "Baby Baicun, you will become invisible!"

retarded.

Bai Cun entered the reserved room, put down his things, ordered a cup of tea, and didn't pay attention to him.

"...Okay, let's go visit senior after sitting down for a while, and then you must not be as rude as you are now."

"I regret it. It's not my fault that I didn't see it. This kid's sense of existence is too weak. He is the only one who can't find a more suitable appearance and temperament. I hope the seniors can reform him." Bai Cun said word by word like a book.

Sato broke out in a cold sweat, and said in surprise, "You can read minds?!"

"Guess." Bai Cun took a sip from the teacup without lifting his eyelids, "It's all written on his face."

Sato's attitude is much more correct.

He was a smash hit actor when he was young, and he has made great achievements as a director not long after he changed his career, which is enough to show his talent and ability.

Sato made sure he didn't show any unnecessary expressions.

Sato waited for him to drink a cup of tea slowly, and said with a smile: "Senior Iwasaki is very easy to get along with, especially likes children, don't be nervous and work hard to learn from senior!"

Bai Cun stood up calmly: "Let's go."

Sato didn't realize until Iwasaki-senpai's house: he followed Baicun's rhythm completely.

Iwasaki-sensei is a woman in her forties, but she can't tell her age at all. Her appearance is not extremely beautiful but it makes people forget the vulgarity. The whole person is charming and elegant.

Elegance is probably nothing more than that.

Ms. Iwasaki is very satisfied with the boy Shiraura. After all, the boy’s appearance and voice are at full value. The kid slipped away early.

"Hey! Aunt Chitanda, are you hiding some important information about your artist?"

"Old scumbag, is that why you called?"

"beep……"

Chitanda hung up the phone without waiting for Sato's answer.

After all, she is also hypocritical. It's not that she doesn't want to touch Baicun's bottom, but she has a premonition that knowing too much will have bad consequences, so she gave up.

Dog lives matter.

Sato called Senior Iwasaki again, exchanged pleasantries, and finally got to the point: "Senior, what is the attitude of this kid, and how are you teaching him?"

"I have only seen such a spiritual child in my life, and I still have to thank you."

"...Hehe, where is it?"

Mixed feelings.

In short, it seems to be very annoying.

In the future, when he sees the daimyo written by the guardian in the supplementary contract, he will be even more willing to kneel for him, the person in power of the multinational chaebol, the Atobe gentleman.

But at this time, Sato only guessed that Baicun's background was not shallow.

Bai Cun rushed to the headquarters after he came out from Mr. Iwasaki, and learned things from his father-in-law.

Cheap foster father is over [-], and the organization he is in charge of is regarded as the top underworld in China. He has become the only official heir at present, and now he is only releasing news on the Tao, and the official meeting will be this Saturday.

At that time, the number of people who want to kill him will increase exponentially.

Bai Village doesn't care what others think, he won't let anyone who wants his life live.

The foster father, the old man, will not help him except to give him some authority. He actually raised several people he likes under his knees. He suddenly adopted him as a foster son. On the one hand, he must really value Baicun's ability, on the other hand, he also broke the balance. Let several heirs fight it out, as well as the meaning of various levels, it's so cunning.

Interesting to say, study in the morning, practice rituals in the afternoon, and exercise power in the evening.

My favorite painting is going to be stitched together.

I might as well skip the school classes for the first afternoon and paint.

Bai Cun thought irresponsibly.

In order not to make Atobe worry about the breakfast time, Shiramura still showed up at the table on time.

The air in the morning is cool and fresh, and the garden in Atobe is still full of vitality in late autumn after being carefully cared for by the horticulturalists. There are a lot of flowers, and all kinds of delicate flowers are in full bloom in the rose greenhouse.

Gradually, this Forbidden City-level real estate is also the head of the family.

The food on the table was exquisite and gorgeous, what Atobe ate was Western-style breakfast, and what was left for Shiramura was Japanese-style food.

Until the end of breakfast, Mr. Atobe also looked clean and defiant.

Atobe can't see Bai Cun at all, but he also understands his difficulty of being elusive.

It's just one-sided sulking.

The safety of Bai Village cannot be guaranteed at all, and the Department of History and Tracing did not rashly investigate the truth of the car accident of Bai Village's parents.

"Xiaoye, if you're too busy, just call me on the phone."

Atobe bathed in the morning light and ate elegantly, his blond hair was shining brighter than the sun, and his sea blue eyes soaked in the sun turned into a clear and clear ice blue.

Although the words were understanding Baicun's itinerary, the tone was very blunt.

If others may mistakenly think that they are disgusted.

"Okay, thank you brother for your understanding."

Bai Cun's smile was clear and shallow, but it was rare sincerity.

Without raising his head, he tapped the table knife in the air reservedly and proudly, just like the crowned Pope forgiving the impolite with his scepter.

Bai Cun's smile deepened, and he shook his head: "If possible, I still want to have breakfast with my brother."

Atobe nodded indifferently.

As soon as Bai Cun left, Atobe turned around and went to instruct the housekeeper to order the chef to have dim sum for breakfast, and Japanese, Korean and Chinese dishes in exchange.

Baicun only came to attend a few classes in the morning. Taocheng knew he was very busy, but he couldn't help but asked, "Did Baicun encounter difficulties? Is it okay to have such a low attendance rate for homework? And really don't think about tennis... ..."

The rest of the words were automatically silenced under his gaze, it was the first time Taocheng saw someone with such eyes.

Indifferent and emotionless eyes.

At this moment, he finally understood why Bai Cun's great looks had caused all the girls in the school to spontaneously set up the "Sister Support Club", but so far no one from the group of women whose blood boiled with blood and overflowing with maternal love had spoken to Bai Cun, or approached him blatantly.

They dare not.

Although Bai Cun always looks sleepy, loose and non-existent, once you get close to him, you will find that he has an aura of not getting close to strangers, no matter how polite he is to you, you dare not make a mistake in front of him.

"You might as well put on a disguise in front of me." Taocheng was stunned, and subconsciously said what was in his heart.

"Are you a friend?" Bai Cun turned around, leaned back on the table, squinted his eyes, "Speaking like this... I'm sad, I'll cry."

He buried his face in his arms and fell asleep.

Taocheng twitched the corners of his mouth.

I don't know whether to be happy or unlucky. After all, Bai Cun usually has foggy eyes. Although he is also emotional, he looks as soft and cute as possible.

It's not beautiful when you don't wear it.

Thick-skinned, bad taste, poisonous tongue, indifferent.

It's rare that he considers himself a friend.

Time gets busy very quickly, the weather turns from cold to cold, Bai Cun added a few more layers of clothes under the sarcasm of Atobe and the old housekeeper's concern.

The school festival on Friday started lively early in the morning, and Baicun had no time in the afternoon and evening, so he skipped class in the morning and went to Bingdi.

As expected of the school festival hosted by Master Atobe, it is extremely gorgeous.Because there is no limit to the number of people, parents of nearby residents can come.For a while, the originally spacious place of Bingdi was crowded with people, and there was a lot of voices.

Along the way, the activities of various clubs and classes are varied and emerge in endlessly.Funny and professional.

Baicun Sight was transformed by several basketball courts