[Net King] Drama Boy

, play the film he specified.

They sat in the movie theater with only two of them watching old movies that were no longer shown.

One after another, there is the love tragedy of "Broken Bridge", Hitchcock's series of thrillers and so on.

They sat in the middle of the room with a chair between them.

No contact, no communication, watch movies seriously.

But both Shiramura and Atobe were in a relaxed and joyful mood.

After watching one by one, I didn't have lunch, and went straight to the evening, the premiere.

The locations of Atobe and Baicun are of course very good, and the main creators on stage sang and laughed.Chitanda was obviously very impatient, but she had to act kind and happy. She must have endured the publicity for a month, how pitiful.

Baicun and Atobe were next to each other, and he naturally leaned into Atobe's arms.

No, it's not natural at all, there are armrests between the seats.

At Atobe's feet is the handrail that was forcibly broken off by his lover.

But the lover finally took the initiative, and Atobe didn't care about those small details.

The movie starts.

Bai Cun saw the reason why the hero was injured before 204 came on stage.

Chitanda said at the beginning that she was raped by a pig, which is true.The male protagonist went to the pigsty of the clue provider's hometown, found the murder weapon under the pig trough, and was concentrating on reasoning. He didn't notice a pig rushing towards him. He could have avoided it but was dragged down by the female protagonist...and fell ill in bed.

The hostess was peeling apples in the ward, and a big rosy apple was peeled with pits and pits.

The hero and heroine talk about the key clue to be contacted, a juvenile criminal who killed his father and mother.

The camera cuts to a dim room with only a little desolate moonlight seeping in. A boy with perfect lines kissed by the moonlight appears in the middle of the movie screen. It was winter when the filming took place, so there was mist in the breath, and the cool tone In the picture, there are desolate and quiet eyes, and a string of bright red blood beads on the porcelain white cheeks.

The camera stays for a few seconds longer, and several short shots flashed by as the male protagonist narrated the basic information.

After killing his parents and wounding others one after another, he politely knocked on the door of the police station covered in blood and showed a fake and shy smile.

Lazily overturning the prison guard who wanted to shave his head, disgustingly cutting off the hands and feet of the inmate who found fault.

Walking gracefully and briskly, walking between the cell and the prisoner with cloudy eyes with clear eyes and tiredness.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is amazing.

Normally, if Bai Cun didn't deliberately, he wouldn't give people such a feeling. He would only make people think he was good-looking, and the more he looked, the better.The big screen of the movie has the magical power to magnify a person's characteristics, allowing an already beautiful person to bloom with unparalleled brilliance, turning all living beings upside down.

Movie viewers include film critics, popular celebrities, wealthy businessmen and investors, entertainment directors and screenwriters, and the general public.

But all of them were shocked by the abnormally twisted and bad teenagers on the big screen.

In this time and space, in this era, there has never been such a distinctly beautiful and evil young man in the history of film.

Without the foreshadowing of a tragic life experience, he has no humanity and morality, and exists for fun. It looks like a devil threw himself into the world to play.

A group of people with good quality in the film industry even exclaimed when the boy confronted the hero.

After the horror, I can't help but wonder if it is really the malice that humans can release and the love that humans can bear?

The last scene of Baicun is the last scene of the movie.

Contrary to the male protagonist's astonishment and solemnity about 204's escape.

Standing on a high ground, melting in the darkness, wearing a prison uniform and a police uniform, the handcuffs that should have imprisoned but have no effect, the face of the contradictory teenager is sweeter than any lover who will reunite after a long absence. Joy and expectation.

Not only the movie viewers who were still not satisfied found out, Shiramura also understood Chitanda's intentions after watching the editing and development.

The male protagonist is really brilliant, and the female protagonist is also very stupid and cute, but 204 is even more brilliant.The actor's interpretation and personal charm are one aspect, and editing is also crucial to the rhythm and characterization of the film. The director did not suppress the role and momentum of 204 at all when editing.This shows that she still wants to use 204 as the villain in the sequel.

When Chitanda came to him, he really didn't expect him to play such an ordinary juvenile delinquent who went astray in such a layered and unprecedented way.Bai Cun must have processed the simple plot of 204 into a complete creature through his own understanding.

Chitanda, who is obsessed with perverted boys, wants to make a 204 short story, not the villain, but the protagonist.

Using a pervert as the protagonist is what Chitanda thought of and dared to do.

Shiramura is not angry at Chitanda's assertion once again, and he will play that boy again when he has time.

After all, it seems that the 204 boy who suits him so well can only live in Two-dimensional.

Bai Cun rubbed against Atobe's arms and yawned.

The trace department has not moved for a long time.

The familiar yet unfamiliar juvenile delinquent 204 and Xiaoye, who is soft in his arms, are instantly confused when Atobe laughs loudly on the big screen.

Baicun smiled all the time, rarely laughed out loud, never laughed out loud like this.

Atobe felt that Baicun must have thought of something very interesting at that moment, and he was really happy for a while.

It turned out that Baicun never felt happy from the bottom of his heart when he was smiling.

"Xiaoye, don't laugh anymore."

Bai Cun replied without hesitation.

"No."

Atobe rubbed his head, his ponytail was a little loose, Atobe simply tore off the red silk that tied his black hair, Shiramura's eyelashes moved in the darkness, and he didn't speak.

Atobe combed his smooth black hair with his hands.

Why are you still laughing when you are not happy?

Or laughing because you're unhappy.

He can't easily be happy, which means he can't easily be sad.

Good.

Atobe remembered that he took the time to go to the gallery to see his painting "Freedom" three days ago, and it was even more heart-pounding to see it up close.

The title of the painting is "Freedom", but the whole painting is not free.

The people in the painting are constrained by space, imprisoned by tenderness, and bound by each other.

To be able to draw such a picture, he seems to be self-willed and reckless, and he is not free in his heart.

Atobe hopes that one day, he will be free, not bound by anything, and not need to manage his expressions.

The hope was so strong that it would be all right for him to sever himself and his bond, as long as he could be free and truly happy.

The author has something to say: Xiaoye: What is the use of human beings, kill them all

Atobe: Calm down

☆、Chapter Three or Four (Extra)

Extra: sweetness

I used to have a sweet tooth.

I am very obsessed with the sweetness that makes people feel happy and happy. I feel that God created sweetness to bless the world.

Later, I read in the book that the receptors for sweet taste in the mouth are directly connected to the place where endorphins are secreted in the brain.Sugar induces pleasure in the human body, which is converted into heat. Elevating blood sugar can relieve feelings of weakness and emptiness caused by bad mood... I began to hate sweetness.

No, hate the sweetness.

Because the eight-year-old me felt cheated.

It turned out that the happiness and joy I felt was fake.

It turns out that God is not merciful.

Everything is fake.

I doubt the taste of the body and the signals of the brain. Now, I know that it is because I don't trust my own judgment and my own thinking.

It's really incredible that I can trust that woman, even if it's just a little bit.

It's really hard to be suspected of being wrong by someone you believe.

She doesn't trust me, so I don't trust her now, and I can delete her from my memory.

This first experience of trust was not pleasant.

Today is the first day of being locked up in the small black room.

I conserve energy in every movement, and explore again in this dark room that I have explored countless times.

The walls are black, there are no windows, there are iron doors and electronic locks.

In addition to this is a spacious room with a complete bathroom.

Ah, I touched the rare small pit of a flat wall again.

I don't need my eyes here, and I always feel blind, but I still enjoy exploring.

The painting was destroyed, and I have been working tirelessly for two months. I am full of anticipation. Although I am 15 years old, I think this painting is filled with inspiration and enthusiasm that I will never have again in my life.

For me, who has thin feelings, "fanaticism" is too little.

Negative emotions can barely reach the level of "hate", while positive emotions require "happiness" or "like" to make things difficult for me.

Of course not without it, without emotions it is not human.

The emotion generated is in a "quantity" that cannot be expressed.

I've been molded into another person since I came here.

Asked to express "happy", "happy", "like", and even make corresponding expressions - laugh.

Being troubled like this, I made a mistake and came to the room where I am now for the first time.

There is no light, no objects, no sound.I do not have the right to food to meet my basic physiological needs.

This room is very similar to a place in the book - the abyss.

But I call it the Little Black House, which is a cuter name.

I couldn't feel the time, hunger and lack of water made me hallucinate many times, I didn't like this feeling, so I learned to act under such pressure.

I didn't learn to "laugh".

"Laughing" is too difficult.

But I found that as long as I stretch the muscles of my face, raise the corners of my lips, bend my eyes, adjust my pupils, tremble slightly, and make a "laugh" sound from my throat at the right time, no one doubts that I can't laugh.

Not counting learning to act, I was born with it, so I should start acting—

……

The mind just broke.

This is my second time coming to Little Black House.

Every time there is a little light from the direction of the door, it is the adoptive father sending water from the small hole on the door.

The ability to deliver water means that this time is incomparable with the first time, three days?four days?five days?

Because I tried to resist and get out of control, my adoptive father became angry. He was the most angry this time since I knew him.

Don't make him angry in the future.

……

I don't know how many days, all I can move now is my mind, I don't know how long time has passed, so long that I don't have the energy to take the only water that continues life.

It is said in the book that human beings will die without water for three days. What is death?

Is it death to leave the small black room, the gallery, and the adoptive father?

That death seemed good too.

My mind is confused, I can only extend my mind in this man-made darkness, and recall the few memories.After all, he has only lived for 15 years, minus the first three years without memory, and the 12 years after the age of four are amnesiac and deleted, and there is not much left.

Think of foster father.

Ruan Nanqing.

He has the feeling of "fanaticism" for this gallery. It was only when I finished that painting that I realized what kind of "fanaticism" my adoptive father has always been like, and I have a deeper understanding of my adoptive father.

There is a template for the person my adoptive father wants to shape me into. I have never seen it. It is the trance and disappointment in my adoptive father's eyes every time he sees me and the look on his face when he learns that I want to leave him.

The idea my adoptive father has always instilled in me is for the gallery. He wants me to guard the gallery for him after he dies, and I will shape a doll like my adoptive father before he dies...to continue the gallery endlessly.

Originally he burned my painting, but my anger and murderous intent toward him kept ringing in my ears.

But now that I've settled down and thought about it carefully, I can't hate my adoptive father anymore.

It’s not wrong to like someone, it’s not wrong to like a gallery for the person you like, it’s not wrong to shape my personality for the gallery, and it shouldn’t be wrong to break my old personality in order to shape my new personality.

Since he is not wrong, I have no reason to hate him.

On the contrary, I was educated by my adoptive father, but deceived him, acted the way he wanted but didn't completely become the person he wanted.

I will not change, he chose the wrong person.

The adoptive father in the orphanage saw me for the first time, I was... I was?

I don't remember, that memory should have been deleted.

Deleted memories are not important memories that should be remembered.

I will not childishly delete all bad memories, like the scene where the oil painting was burned, I remember it very clearly, because that kind of hopeless emotion is unique, so it is important.

It seemed that they were bullied by the children in the orphanage again. After they left, they saw their adopted father who was lost.

The adoptive father came to this orphanage to find his favorite heir, but he lost his way when he wandered around. When he saw me, his expression became more and more strange.

Ask me if it hurts, it hurts.

Ask me why I don't cry, people cry when they are in pain.

Ask me if I have no feelings, and say no need to answer.

I found out that he didn't like me, and in the end he wanted to take me away, which I agreed to.

Because I don't hate this man, but I hate the dean and his wife and the feeling of being sympathized by the whole society.

I don't hate those children who bully me, because they are still young and not yet complete human beings, so they don't have the right to be hated.

By the way, think about it in advance, this time when you go out, you must show sadness and perseverance to your adoptive father, and don't make anyone unhappy.

……

The door opened.

A ray of light came in.

The walls, painted black, are not reflective.

I squinted my eyes, staying in the dark for a long time, the light made me unhappy instead.

With a little bit of strength left, I could support the wall and stand up.

Ruan Nanqing asked: "Are you aware of your mistake?"

I replied: "I know I was wrong."

My voice was hoarse and hoarse, and I was worried that my adoptive father would not be able to hear me, but he knew exactly what I would answer, and everything was as he expected.

Ruan Nanqing asked, "Do you need water?"

I smiled wryly, and said slowly: "Maybe."

"Give you a day off to recuperate."

I winked at him in thanks.

Lying on the bed hanging glucose nutrient solution, motionless, staring at a landscape painting facing my bed.

Memories of Mautefontaine

Recognized as the greatest landscape painter in the [-]th century, the late works of Camille Corot, this painting depicts a lakeside forest, misty morning mist and a woman in a red skirt.When it was exhibited in the gallery, I was grateful for the author's love for nature and the tranquil poetry conveyed in the painting.

The adoptive father came over and asked: I like Corot, so I will give you a copy of this painting, it is a hard-to-get copyright.

I answer: OK.

Converting my shallow appreciation into the standard of normal people means I like it.

Later I learned that I "like" Corot's credo: everything you paint must be subordinate to your feelings.

Someone is coming to see me.

The boy Li Liangwu has a round baby face and a sweet aroma of chocolate.

He approached me as if he was about to cry: "No name, why did you suddenly get sick? I'm worried to death."

I stroked his hairy head, smiled, and said in a gentle voice, "It's much better, and it will be all right when this bottle of medicine is finished."

Li Liangwu quietly stared at the drop by drop of the medicine in the drip bottle, waiting for it to finish.

When the medicine was finished dripping, he fell asleep lying on the bedside.

I pulled out the needle, moved my body, ate something, took off his shoes and carried him to the bed.

With some strength, I stand in front of "Memories of Mautfontaine" and carefully distinguish every color.

No matter how many times you look at this color, it is impeccable.

The next day I went to work as usual, and the gallery members and regular customers came to care about my health. I thanked them one by one. They were considerate and didn’t mention that I smashed the Chinese Pavilion at the Venice Biennale. They are all good people.

Maybe it should be said that I run it very successfully.

The adoptive father also came to say hello: "Are you all right?"

He is kind and humane in front of the distinguished guests.

"Except for missing my friends very much, there is no serious problem."

Sure enough, the eyes of the distinguished guests beside them, no matter how serious they were, showed warmth.

"Your mouth is still so sweet!"

"We don't miss you!"

"It's great that Kaku is back to health again."

Under such warmth, my cheeks were slightly red, my wide sleeves covered three-quarters of my lips and exposed seven-quarters of my fingertips, I lowered my head slightly, and at the same time let the traces of my hair fall elegantly and beautifully, my long eyelashes were slightly closed, and the breeze of late autumn It makes a snow-white ancient costume flip over lightly.

Everyone looked at it and felt that this is the elegance that the ancients said "it seems like the moon is covered by light clouds, and the snow flutters like the flowing wind".

But the adoptive father's eyes were still disappointed, as if saying "it doesn't look like".

I talked with a rare guest in a warm voice. He talked and laughed with a lady on his arm. He gave a half-understandable admiration to the artworks all over the wall, answered a phone call, left his female companion and left.

The beautiful and intellectual lady sneered, she let go of her dignified smile, and tears kept falling.

It was the same in the previous two visits. His husband broke his oath and looked for a lover in an open and aboveboard manner, and maintained a marriage with her that seemed to be divorced from reality.

As usual, I suppressed my smile, with a calm expression and even sympathetic sadness, handed over a soft sky blue handkerchief, and turned to look at the lady who was wiping tears politely.

A few sobs came from her, but I still accompanied her quietly.

Half an hour later, the man came over and hurriedly said "go first", then completely abandoned his wife and left.

She was stunned for a long time but stopped crying, and said to me: "Tell me, what's wrong with me? What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"I've known you for too little time to see only one fault in you."

She looked at me in surprise and doubt.

I approached her and stopped a step away from her. This distance will give people a sense of dependence, and the light in my eyes is clear and comforting: "Your mistake is that you love him too much."

She froze in place, her light brown eyes shook violently.

After a long silence, she smiled sadly, put her arm around my neck, her eyes blurred: "I can change it."

Her seductive gesture towards me was pure confusion and vindictiveness.

As a gentleman, I can neither accept it nor push it away regardless of the lady's face.

I patted her on the head, looked at her broadly and squarely as if I were looking at an ignorant child.

"Don't do things you regret."

She was stunned, and burst out laughing, a tear rolled down the corner of her eye, and the smile in the tears made her unbelievably beautiful: "It's obviously so much younger than me..."

Without any ambiguous hints, the hand around my neck patted my back vigorously, and I staggered a step in cooperation.She was like a big sister again: "I'm sorry to scare you, my sister will protect you from now on!"

Most women don't mind being treated like children.

They are upright and tolerant when they are young, and they can easily wake up when they are confused for a while, and have a desire to protect.

Finally she murmured: "You are too gentle..."

Sorry, I'm not gentle.

I can be gentle when my emotions are still shallow. If I let go of my true self, will I have abundant emotions that can be used to express, and what will I become.

Now I must play a gentle puppet.

It cannot be possible as long as it is here.

People are lazy and inertial.

Keeping my emotions locked deep and staying here comfortably, will I become a puppet in the end, willingly accepting the planned life, feeling that this job is quite satisfactory, and feeling that I can stay here for a lifetime.

Safely waiting for the future.

Not even accepting the change, but unable to adapt to leaving this cage, fluttering with broken wings, struggling with confusion...

Will there be such a terrible day?

No.

I will not allow it.

I will cut through the confusion.

I will find my true self and be myself.

Blood will be spared, destruction will be spared.

☆、Three and five chapters

Bai Cun met Ajiujin again, and at the core of his Japanese gang, Ajiujin adapted well.

"Boss."

Ajiujin is still gloomy, with black hair covering his face, revealing a charming green phoenix eye, his aura has changed, he used to be calm, but now he is calm and indifferent.

Bai Cun folded his arms and kicked Jiang Chenghuan's wheelchair in front of A Jiujin: "Brother A Jiujin gave it to you."

Akutsu: "No."

Jiang Chenghuan: "No!"

Ajiujin casually glanced at the handsome man in front of him with a rough face, his phoenix eyes were cold and unwavering.

Jiang Chenghuan couldn't bear to look directly and turned his head away: "This man is so gloomy, is he a descendant of Sadako!"

Let me tell you a little secret, Jiang Chenghuan is afraid of ghosts, and after watching "Midnight Ring", he never dared to watch TV again.

A Jiujin was unmoved, and the corner of his lips twitched: "Where did this half-paralyzed old man come from? Boss, don't pick up all the trash."

"So cruel..."

Jiang Chenghuan admitted that his words were not pleasant, but this was the first time he was scolded outside of Baicun.

Bai Cun watched from the sidelines and came to a conclusion: "You guys get along pretty well."

Akutsu: "No."

Jiang Chenghuan: "No!"

Bai Cun booed: "Yo~"

There was a sound of high heels hitting the ground from far to near.

Tracy recently dyed her blond wavy hair into small curly red hair, green colored contact lenses, and gold nails. When she raises her hand, she looks like a traffic light, all supported by her appearance.

When she saw Bai Cun at this time, Tracy's originally cold and flamboyant walk immediately changed to a coquettish catwalk, and Bai Cun didn't show her appalling taste.

When she saw the three shining men among the black-clothed subordinates present, her green eyes shone like wolfs.

"Young master is so amazing!" Tracy brushed her hair twice, and calmly wiped the drool off her red lips, "Since I followed the young master, the men around me can see a little bit."

The little golden dress wrapped her enchanting curves, but even the bottom-level subordinates present didn't want to take a second look at her, let alone the bottom-level people present were not bottom-level.

There was also a tennis ball flying through the air, compared to others, Trish, the intelligence officer of Didi, hit the street.

"You woman, I warned you!" The white-haired boy with fierce eyes beat the beautiful woman with a rippling face on the ground without demeanor, "I see you hit you every time!"

After joining the group, Yajiujin has not yet fully grown up. His guide is Tracy, who likes his fierce and handsome face very much.

In the crisis of virginity, Ajiujin grows up strong and quickly into a man who has overtaken Tracy, and then draws a line with his guide, and gives up after being harassed by Tracy many times. Unable to restrain his temper, Ajiujin turns to And started beating her.

I didn't expect Tracy to like this tune...

Shaking S meets Shaking M, Baicun can guess the development.

Tracy's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were full of spring, and she rubbed her body against the ground: "Ah...that's right, come on! Let's enjoy..."

Ya Jiujin became more and more angry, how could there be such a person in this world.

Tracy and the man who was number one on the list "skin-to-skin" excitedly threw off her shoes.

The red high-heeled shoes flew towards the cheerful Baicun who was watching the excitement, and they were about to hit Jiang Chenghuan's leg.It's okay for Jiang Chenghuan to avoid it properly, as if he didn't notice it with ease.

A second before the stiletto of the high-heeled shoe hit his calf, Jiang Chenghuan put his hand on the wheel of the wheelchair.

High-heeled shoes clattered against the wheels of the wheelchair.

Jiang Chenghuan faced the gloomy Ajiujin who seemed to have climbed out of a dry well, met his calm dark green eyes, and hadn't realized that his wheelchair was turned in one direction.

Jiang Chenghuan didn't expect this young man to help him, even though he didn't need it, but this kind of heart...

Bai Cun was deeply relieved to see the two gloomy and insidious younger brothers on the left who looked at each other "affectionately", and the two subordinates on the right, Dou S and Dou M who "fighted and scolded each other"... alright!

What a great leader he is!

Ajiujin coldly pushed Jiang Chenghuan away and settled him in the stronghold of this building.

This building is in the central area of ​​Tokyo, soaring into the sky, with clear windows, clean and tidy, not a trace of filth, it is not at all like the stronghold of the bloody underworld that most people imagine, but like an office building full of office workers.

To a large extent, what Ajiujin does is indeed the same as that of senior executives. His absolute rationality and IQ of nearly [-] prevent him from being influenced by emotions, and he rationally judges the best interests.Bai Cun proved his ability and loyalty, and he never disappointed Bai Cun, so he became one of the indispensable decision-makers of the organization in a short time.

This long and deep corridor is bordered by doors and forks on one side, and on the other side by the full glass wall on the outside of the building.

Last night there was a new rain in early spring and March, today the sunshine is mild, and the last chill left by winter has dissipated.

Every healthy cherry tree sprouts and is ready to bud.The wind turned the streets and alleys with a light fragrance of flowers.

The whole of Tokyo is gradually buried in a sea of ​​flowers.

Jiang Chenghuan has been in a wheelchair since his knee was crippled, and it is mostly inconvenient, but he occasionally enjoys the feeling of not having to stand up, which may be the reason why he has lost power and has no subordinates, and is becoming more and more idle.

What happened just now touched him a bit. There was a young man whom he had never met before to protect him regardless of past suspicions. He thought he was not a pleasing person.In short, being pushed by a gloomy boy like the descendants of Sadako, he who is afraid of ghosts feels at ease.

Jiang Chenghuan was insidious, but at other times, he always asked whatever he wanted, and when he said it, he was still foolish: "Hey, boy, why did you help me?"

"Respect the old man."

Jiang Chenghuan: "..."

The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, and his speaking style is just like his boss's.

"I'm not old." Jiang Chenghuan tossed his red hair narcissistically, and his light gray eyes proudly glanced at the young man behind him, "I'm twenty-eight years old this year."

"Do you have to show off your ancient age in front of 17-year-olds?"

"..." Jiang Chenghuan took a deep breath, "Young man, you also have a day to be 28, ancient times... Leave some room for your words..."

Ajiujin was as calm as ever: "Will we be the same age when I'm 28?"

Jiang Chenghuan: "..."

No, I would be running four by then.

Does this mean that you are younger than me no matter what?

Jiang Chenghuan sighed: "The children nowadays are too vicious..."

Baicun injured his body, and the boy behind him injured his nerves.

Ajiujin pushed him to the room and handed him the room key. According to Baicun's words, he will be responsible for monitoring Jiang Chenghuan in the future.

"My name is Ajiujinhe, what's your name?"

"You finally remembered to ask..."

"Now all pig raising needs to be registered."

Jiang Chenghuan: "..."

Baicun, who stayed where he was, waited for Tracy to be sent to the first aid and greeted Ajiujin: "Why don't you kill her?"

Akutsu shook the white hair.

Bai Cun knew that he couldn't do anything, and preventing internal fighting in the organization was beyond the scope of this movement idiot's consideration.

Yajiujin thought about it with sideways eyes, and said in a vicious voice, "If that woman hadn't saved me several times, I would have killed her."

Tracy was dedicated to being his guide, taught him a lot, and saved his life.Apart from sexual harassment, she is a competent teacher.

"How are you doing here?"

Yakujin keeps quiet, so you can use this life-threatening organization as a playground.

But he also enjoys the feeling of doing whatever he wants.

He had to watch that woman not be beaten to death by someone other than himself, Ajiujin thought so after beating Tracy half to death just now.

Bai Cun came to the team to deal with the matters that should be dealt with, and tried to go to Mount Fuji with Atobe in a few days without being disturbed by work.

I have been in the group and I have to go back to the old house. I can't keep letting people wait. I owe my life to them.

The person who is going to meet at the old house is the existence Bai Cun speculates.

Baicun's mother quit scientific research and was able to successfully steal the potion, the secrecy and safety of the Baicun couple and Baicunye after using the potion, and the behemoth will not pursue it too much... All these need an explanation.

And when he thought of this joint before returning to China, someone sent him an email with only three words "Baicunzhai".

This is to meet.

Bai Cun didn't check the source of the email, and he couldn't find it even if he wanted to. He just needs to be ready to negotiate, go to Bai Cun's house and wait for someone to show up, and then the truth will come out.

In order to deceive others, Bai Cun decided to go at night and accompany the trace department to his club for dinner in the afternoon.

Atobe's first-choice members, Ninjazu, Mukai, Shishido, and Akutagawa, who are in the third grade, have all been promoted to Hyotei. Atobe's ability and charisma are undeniable. There is no doubt that he will continue to lead the high school and the high school tennis club. .

For this new tennis club meeting, he chose a private property with a tennis court in Atobu, with a complete range of Eastern and Western food.

Before entering the door, Atobu reminded Baicun with a rather cold look: "There are a few unglamorous things that are overwhelmed by senior qualifications and families."

Shiramura stretched out his paw and said OK to Atobu with a smile like a flower.

Seeing his cute appearance, the coldness in Atobe's eyes disappeared, and his mood immediately improved.

It's not bragging, Bai Cun has slipped away by coaxing people to be cute.

Atobe really wanted to rub his lover into his arms, so it happened that he reluctantly opened the door and came out to find Master Atobe: "Why don't you come in when you are here?"

Bai Cun was so shy that his cheeks were pink, he glanced at his man wanting to say something, and whispered "it's nothing"... Others don't know what to do, anyway, Bai Cun can't do it when he doesn't want to be aggressive.

They're all men, how awkward they are.

Bai Cun: "Because we are talking about love."

Shinobu: "..."

Renzu was really unconvinced at one point. At the beginning, the uncle Atobu wanted to confess his confession and first asked him to be a dog-headed military adviser. Anyway, he felt weird and wanted to stop it.

Ninjazu can't stop Atobe at any time, and he can't refuse Atobe, so Ninjazu will make moves for Atobe very seriously.

What kind of bad move is made, similar to the domineering president style of the novel, cruise ship, 999 roses and light pollution fireworks.

Atobe was embarrassed to hurt the self-esteem of the love master, and promised to make arrangements to confess directly.

Shinozu heard that they were together later, and the inexplicable gripping thing in his heart faded for a moment, and after hiding for a few days, he only angrily condemned Atobe for not adopting his perfect plan.

Looking at their sweetness now, they are a little unhappy, and it is more unhappy about marrying their daughter (Atobe?).

When Atobu walked in, Bai Cun should endure enough to stand still.

Shinobu and Baicun walked to the terrace not far away. The terrace was facing the tennis court and there were tall cherry trees around the court.

Looking at the cherry trees from the handrail of Baicun, this kind of cherry blossom has a very poetic name, Han Feiying.

Ren Zu has always thought that Baicun is similar to his appearance. According to later generations, he is a black lotus that emerges from the mud without being stained, but the facts prove that he is simply a piranha with a bad personality.

His arrogance is hidden deep down. On the first day of the school festival, when he was caught in a minefield by himself and said "I don't really like other people's breathing", I saw his eyes and realized that Baicun was actually in his heart. contempt for human beings.

Shinobu doesn't understand why he has such a mentality as a human being, but it doesn't prevent him from feeling uneasy about Baicun's acceptance of Atobe's confession.

There was a vague idea that it would be good for Atobu to follow him.

"Are you serious about dating Atobe?"

Hearing this, Bai Cun turned around, with a gentle smile: "No."

Renzu was not in a hurry to get angry and waited for his next words.

"It's hard, it's hard to be serious, but I promise with all my strength—"

With deep black eyes, Baicun pressed his right hand on his heart.

"From now on, he won't be wronged by me, and he won't lose his pride."

The voice is steady, and in his somewhat soft voice, it is as firm as pouring steel.

Bai Cun bowed deeply: "At the same time, thank you for your kindness to Atobe."

Renzu had never been so respected by him before, and he had such a firm and romantic vow, and his heart was shocked.

At the same time, he was puzzled: "Aren't you suffering? Why are you so aggressive!"

Bai Cun returned to his sluggish look, leaning against the railing boneless: "This is a man's due responsibility, and whoever stipulates that he can't be domineering?"

Renzu: "..." Shou is not like this in pure love novels.

"Speaking of which, what is shou?"

Shinobu: "Uh..."

Seeing that they hadn't come back for a long time, Atobe found the terrace and found Renzu squatting on the ground on the slightly wretched land with a bunch of colorful small books explaining something to Bai Cun, while Bai Cun squatted opposite Renzu seriously writing in the little white books Brush to memorize something, and nod in agreement while memorizing.

"You are too beautiful, and you are willing to be suppressed by Atobe, so the person who is on your side is called Shou."

"So that's it... Do you have any misunderstandings about Shou?" Bai Cun pointed to the words in the notebook that described Shou as "panting", "weeping" and "raining with pear blossoms". "Is he a woman? Shou is also a man."

"This one……"

Atobe felt that it was time for him to talk to Shinozu, and told him not to spoil the children.

"What are you doing?"

When he was panicking, Bai Village had already cleaned up a pile of bl pure love little yellow books on the ground and threw the corpse downstairs to wipe out the remains. He said calmly, "Academic exchange."

Atobe chatted with him: "What academic?"

Bai Cun answered fluently: "Philosophy."

Unable to accept it, he was willing to bow down, and went downstairs to retrieve his private collection with distress.

The three of them returned to the room, Akutagawa the little sheep was sleeping in the corner, the others were having a good time, and Bai Cun saw at a glance the two yin and yang people who appeared after Atobu appeared.

They are what Atobe said.

One of the witnesses brought in a young man who was more beautiful than a woman. He seemed to have finally caught the wrong place, and he seemed to have been desensitized by the halo of the protagonist of Baicun.