[Net King] Drama Boy

Trouble.

Moreover, Hakumura has lived in Atobe Residence as a guest so far. Mr. Atobe does not plan to announce the identity of Hakumura's adopted son for the time being, and it is agreed that Hakumura has no inheritance rights.

Mr. Atobe doesn't believe that protecting Baicun will not cause trouble.

Both sides are well aware.

With this as a condition, Mr. Atobe provided known information to Baicun, but this information was too limited after all.

……

And Atobe also knew through his father's cryptic beating that Baicun was still a guest, an unacknowledged one, a guest.

The Atobe gentleman only fulfilled part of the legal guardian, nothing more.

The father also allows them to play the game of brother and brother, but it cannot be promoted to the law and interests.

Father will tell Baicun clearly about all this.For a while, Atobe didn't know how to face him who learned all this from his father.

He can no longer accept that Atobe knocking him on the head with a newspaper weakens his sleep.

May immediately stubbornly move back to his haunted house in the suburbs, only wanting to become stronger and avenge his parents.

Destroy the last portrait in the studio, and the only one after he got out of the psychological shadow and recovered his language ability...

No longer call Atobe brother, do not say a word with Atobe.

Just when Atobe wanted to go upstairs to lock the studio door and throw away the key, Bai Cun came out.

"What's the matter, brother, his face is very bad."

As usual, caring and lovely Xiaoye.

Atobe was blank for a moment, and suddenly felt ridiculous.

Felt like I was gorgeous and fed the dogs.

Because Atobe found that this cute kid who called his brother had no haze in his eyes and never had expectations for him and his father.

Atobe finally realized soberly——he, Bai Cunye didn't care at all.

It's not the kind of saint who is tolerant, forgiving and forgiving everything, but doesn't care about things that don't have any thoughts.

Just like a cat, Bai Cunye used to take care of it as if it were his own, keeping it in his palm all the time, and finally it disappeared but he couldn't remember its existence.

All the things that touched him at every turn were all... staged?

"Hey, it seems that brother finally saw me." Bai Cun stood in front of Atobe, smiling An Ran, "I saw the real me."

Rather, you finally let me see, Xiaoye.

Recently, the boy in Baicun started another period of youthful and energetic campus life, which lasted for about two weeks. After that, he set off with the crew, and Director Sato was barely able to be discharged from the hospital.

The campus is really a good place, Baicun thought so, cute little lambs can be seen everywhere, it is a place where people can purify their hearts and lift their spirits.

"Baicun, you... for a moment, um...wake up?" Taocheng boldly called Baicun with trembling hands.

"It's time for physical education class..." Woke up, Taocheng stood at attention, "No! Well... sleep if you want."

Anyway, it's just not going to class. Baicun can find a solution anyway.

"It's already afternoon after sleeping?" Bai Cun stood up sleepily, stretched his waist, and yawned continuously.

Taocheng's face is full of relief and the rest of his life after the catastrophe, it turns out that Baicun did not sleep to death.

The person who met him when he fell asleep at the front desk last time had an arm removed by what he claimed to be a conditioned reflex. talk.

Fortunately, it's not the neck bone, even if that thing is brought back...

"You should wear more recently, you are shivering from the cold." Bai Cun took out the bento in his schoolbag and planned to make up for his lunch.

"...the rice grains fell on the textbook."

"Oh, thank you."

Taocheng sat across from Baicun, resting his chin on the back of the chair, trying to chat.

"Although Baicun has been working at full time these days, he has been sleeping all day. You..." Don't ask questions like what are you doing at night, "Why is the desk full of textbooks when you are not attending class!?"

Taocheng was really curious about this, all the teachers turned a blind eye to Baicun, no, they kept both eyes open, there was no need to pretend at all.

Bai Cun showed "you don't understand" in his eyes, swallowed the last mouthful of rice in his mouth, and said very seriously: "The best sleep in the world can only be found in the fragrance of books and the whispering of teachers— — This sentence is a truth worth remembering for a lifetime.”

Taocheng: "..."

Taocheng: A little bit realistic but not as confident as you.

"Sleeping on books may dream about them, and it may help improve grades."

Taocheng: "..." No, the grades did not improve like this, it is impossible to improve the grades like this!

In the afternoon at the turn of autumn and winter, the air was very cold. Because the physical education students moved their positions, the windows were opened in the classroom to ventilate. Taocheng was also afraid that Baicun would get sick from the cold wind while sleeping, so he risked his life to wake him up.Now there is a gust of wind blowing up a corner of a newly issued Chinese paper on the messy desk in Baicun...

Taocheng: "...!!!"

Obviously the last quiz was one point lower than Taocheng.

Taocheng, who barely scored an average of 37, still felt sorry for Baicun, who died with a score of 36.

Now, the feng shui turns, and the way of heaven is reincarnated. The person who thought he would be at the bottom of the test scored 96 points in the test under the condition of perverted questions and an extremely low average score.

Why?How did you do it?

Could it be?Could it be... sleeping on textbooks every day has such a miraculous effect! ?

Bai Cun felt refreshed after eating, and raised his eyelids a little: "Okay, let's go, let's go to physical education class."

Sanguan was on the verge of falling, and Taocheng, who was caught in a thunderbolt from the blue sky, was shocked by the lazy tone. He immediately stood up and followed Baicun's footsteps mechanically.

In physical education class, two people freely form a team to prepare for exercise.

"Today's physical test, you need to be fully prepared for exercise." Taocheng told Baicun.

"Ah."

The whole class can tolerate Baicun, and the only person who has contact with Baicun is Taocheng, so even if there are boys competing for the position next to Baicun, the heavy responsibility still falls on Taocheng.

Why do boys compete...Bai Cun looks far cuter than all the girls in the class.

Cuteness is justice!

It doesn't matter if the arm is removed, it can be forgiven, it's not the neck bone anyway!

"Physical test..." Bai Cun was completely unfamiliar with the set of preparations he had just seen, so he could only be taught by Taocheng, "What is the test?"

"You don't understand this, do you... Eh?" Taocheng felt that what he said was wrong, "You don't know this either?"

Bai Village had been receiving separate elite education before. He never went to school, and he didn’t remember the original body when he came here.

Taocheng: "..."

Taocheng: You are arrogant, you are right.

"Today's 1000-meter run, just cross the finish line in about four minutes." Taocheng remembered his strange strength, but he didn't know how his physical strength was.

"Ah." Bai Cun finally finished the preparatory exercise under the guidance, heaved a long sigh, and asked: "1000 minutes for 4 meters? Do you use climbing?"

Taocheng: "..."

The whole class: Damn it!

Is it too ignorant or mocking?

Taocheng is fed up with Baicun's unique brain circuit: "...four minutes, the normal speed of normal juvenile males all over the world..."

"Oh, sorry." Bai Cun brushed his obstructive hair behind his ears, and said flatly, "That's why I hate young things."

Taocheng: "..."

The whole class: "..."

It's all because of the wind that's not loud enough.

Otherwise, his words would not spread throughout this quiet corner of the playground.

Some things are lovely and unforgivable, involving the dignity of minor human beings.

By the way, we are the same age, isn't it a coincidence?

☆、Chapter [-]

"Baicun, you... are too bad at talking."

In the end, Taocheng could only hold back this sentence.

"intrinsic."

Taocheng collapsed: "What is there to be proud of?!"

Bai Cun curled his long hair with his fingers, lazily.

"Well... the students are so cute, I can't help but want to tease them."

Taocheng also knew that he had no bad intentions, and sighed: "You may go on like this, no, you will definitely be looked down upon by others and cause trouble."

The ones who are in trouble are the ones who come to trouble him.

"Then I'm looking forward to it." Bai Cun replied easily, and then smiled at Taocheng, "But thank you for reminding me."

Taocheng's originally worried expression disappeared, and he stared blankly at Baicun, blushing more and more.

"It's about to start."

Taocheng came back to his senses, a little embarrassed: "...um, good."

Taocheng found that Baicun was far away from the team, what did he want to gather him for?

Bai Cun took out his vibrating mobile phone: "Speak."

"Do you want me to teach you? ... Sooner or later, give them the goods."

"...Check them, they were not so pretentious in the last transaction."

"I'm going back."

After hanging up the phone, Bai Cun planned to skip the next class.

As soon as you relax for a while, someone does something.

Those subordinates are obviously gangsters, and they are strict in their work.

Taocheng came back after running: "Huh? Are you going to skip class again?"

Baicun and Taocheng walked to the locker room together: "Yeah."

"The club doesn't need me to help you, they have all forgotten your existence."

Bai Cun waved his hand: "Then help me retire."

"what?!"

Taocheng stopped suddenly.

Before the questioning in Taocheng, Baicun said: "Do you want to ask me 'what do you think of tennis?'"

Taocheng's boiling anger calmed down a bit, and after being guessed the next sentence, he remained silent.

"I know you regard tennis as an important thing, and I should respect tennis if I accept your invitation." Bai Cun could guess what this tennis idiot was thinking without looking.

Taocheng said that he couldn't speak, but in the past, he guessed people's thoughts most accurately and spoke the best words.

"But it's because of my respect for tennis that I quit."

Taocheng's confused face: "What's the point?"

"I knew that my heart was not in tennis, and I couldn't concentrate on tennis, so I retired."

Taocheng felt that it made sense, but was speechless for a moment.

This kind of thing is like the girl that Taocheng likes chooses Baicun, but Baicun still doesn't accept it, no matter how upset he actually doesn't do anything else.

Taocheng's distress was beyond words, but he didn't say anything after all.

Baicun has thousands of ways, one sentence can make Taocheng satisfied without any grudges.

But just like what he has always done, Baicun just said goodbye after changing his clothes, went back to the teaching building to get his things, and then went out of the school to return to the group, because it was unnecessary and he was too lazy to do it.

Before he came, before he got his freedom, when he was in the gallery, he was good at both sides, he was good at dancing, he was good at interpersonal relationships, and he lived by watching people's faces.

Perhaps it is not convincing to say that people look good to please others in a situation where there is no need to worry about food and clothing, but he had not learned to overcome his nervousness and fear at that time. His adoptive father told him that if he did not study hard, he would annoy... no, make anyone unhappy , he will be abandoned again.

Of course it was to scare him, and the collar was brought back. Every time he made a mistake, he just closed the small black room.

The shortest time was only two days, the room was dark and dull, and no water or rice was used during the period.

His adoptive father generously gave him ten chances to make a mistake.

Only then was he sent back.

What kind of a good place is an orphanage? At that time, Baicun quickly realized that this gallery was a place of work, not a home, and he was not a child who could only act like a baby, but a tool.

At least one can receive education and learn painting here, and the orphanage is also dangerous.

Except for the first technical error when he was six years old at the beginning, he only made two mistakes because of force majeure after that.

The first two days; the second time only water, four days; the third time the same treatment as the second time, seven days.

In that room with no furnishings, no windows, no lights, nothing, no gleam of light, and a room where you can't reach your fingers, his fingers rubbed off several layers of paint on the walls that he could touch while groping.In the last few days, when I have no strength to move, except to sleep, wake up to replenish water, and then I can only stare at the dark void in a daze with my eyes open. At that time, it is really boring.

He is very grateful to his adoptive father now, thanking him without any emotion.

He was a hypocrite before, and now he is a real villain after being born again.

Now he takes pleasure in killing and embarrassing people, which is slightly different from his previous hobby of cooking tea and making hypocritical friendships with big shots.

Bai Cun smiled slightly, he was really rotten to the bone.But it's really fun to do so.

He doesn't think there's anything wrong with him like this, he's normal.

Like Mie-san, like Chitanda, Shiramura and the others, they are all people with good stories.

After that period, they enjoy life more and live better.

Chitanda, Shiramura has never checked her past experience and specific goals.Because Chitanda is attached to him to go to the destination, it is impossible for her to bypass Shiraura.Interesting and interesting things require patience to uncover the truth.Sooner or later, he would know what Chitanda was obsessed with, what it was he was trying to pursue with all his strength.

When I saw Chitanda Shiramura for the first time, I could see that Chitanda seemed to have been looking for him for a long time, but she didn't necessarily want Shitanda, Chitanda only needed someone who she could cling to and reach the peak.

So Shiramura accepted Chitanda's use. In addition to being very interesting in acting, he also wanted to know her story out of curiosity.

Chitanda is mentally ill?How is it possible, she is sober, much more sober than a so-called normal person.

The phone vibrated again, it was Chitanda.

"To make a long story short, the first thing is that Sato has not been discharged from the hospital yet, and it happens that he has invited a well-known domestic art director, so he will shoot the domestic scenes first and delay going abroad. The second thing is that I can't talk to your crew, so I invite you I hired an experienced assistant and greeted him. He won’t “disturb” you. He will contact you in the next few days. One last thing, you’ll be joining the group in another week. Make a good filming, Red All over the world! Hang up."

Chitanda only has to work hard on the film, but at other times she is very aggressive, looking like a convulsion.

Chitanda knew some of Shiraura's background, she said that the assistant who doesn't bother him should be a knowledgeable person, maybe he is Shiraura's real manager.

When Bai Village arrived at the place, his subordinates greeted him immediately, explained the situation and presented documents.

The trader of this batch of goods has changed the person in charge. This is not a problem. The problem is that the other party is fighting among themselves. Bai Cun thought about it and decided to get involved. Unexpectedly, his subordinates were not very enthusiastic.

"It always feels insidious to intervene in dividing others..."

Baicun: "..."

Baicun: Damn, you're mentally retarded.

Bai Cun directly smiled back at him: "I'm insidious, do you have any objections?"

Subordinates: "...don't dare, don't dare."

Who would say dare with a gun to his forehead.

Bai Cun put away his gun: "You guys have a lot of bullshit."

Subordinates: "..." You are our boss.

But all the subordinates would like to declare: Our gangsters are doing righteousness!

It's not that Bai Village is free to get involved. The opponent's power level is not low, but they are in a different direction from their guild, so it is naturally profitable.

In addition, regardless of the interests, Bai Cun flicked a page of information in the file, leaned on the chair, and couldn't restrain the funny smile on the corner of his mouth.

That page was a profile of a young man, the second son of the power of the transaction party. Last time he was in charge of Bai Village and studied with the big brother's adoptive father. I didn't realize that it was him, Jiang Chenghuan, an old acquaintance.

He was the one who caused trouble when he was locked up in a small black room for seven days.

Back then, Baicun was not yet 20 years old. When he met him, he was an uncle who was running four. Then when they met, he called Baicun hypocritical and picked on him.

Now that he has been expelled abroad by his elder brother, there is still time for someone as powerful as Jiang Chenghuan.However, according to the historical trajectory and ability comparison, he will make a comeback after many years and win the sole inheritance right. When Baicun saw him, he was already the head of the family.

Back then, Baicun, who was as gentle as jade, as blue as orchid and bamboo, couldn't care about him. Now that he was driven away so pitifully, Baicun actually guessed that the bitch might have gone to recharge his energy, and Baicun didn't intend to make trouble. On the contrary, he wants to help him. The previous grievances and grievances are settled, and now the interests are paramount.

After all, that bitch is really capable and especially good at collecting money.

At the same time, his existence shows that there are galleries in this world, but as far as Bai Cun knows, he has never heard of celebrities in the domestic entertainment circle in his previous life, and he has no impression that the Atobe Zaibatsu is so influential. It should be similar to parallel time and space, and the framework of his original world The trajectory of the same part is different.Bai Village had already guessed, but now it is only a confirmed guess, so it is not surprising.

So how many people he knew before are left in this world?Will his previous life still exist?If it exists, if it interferes with his life trajectory, will his soul still exist today?Is Baicunye boy going to his time and space or is he in his body in this time and space?

These questions -- don't matter.

Baicun has no nostalgia for this world.

This transaction is quite important. The person who changed the transaction party is Jiang Chenghuan's brother. He is good at reading information and acting on schemes, but he is not very good at negotiating transactions. On the surface, he has benefited this time but offended others. Yin, he is not Baicun style.

In the evening, I went to Mr. Iwasaki's class and returned to Atobe house as usual. Mr. Atobe didn't go back to Europe, but even in Tokyo he was too busy to touch the ground.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, the stars are dotted with stars, but there is still no shadow of Atobe, and the whole mansion is empty. Bai Cun is looking at the finished painting in the studio, stroking the air-dried paint with his slender white fingers, and the emotions in his eyes are complicated and difficult to discern.

It seems that Baicun participated in this kind of youth painting competition is a bit of a bully to the children. Although he looks like a teenager, he has learned painting for more than [-] years, and this time the work is still very serious. It is completely bullying others Competing children.

There is no way to do this, even if he is a master, he is still a novice from scratch on the surface. This year's No.40 Eighth Venice Biennale has come to an end, not only because of the missed time, Baicun is not qualified to represent the country for the time being To participate in the exhibition, you can only do zero-level tasks that novices should do.

Bai Cun was helpless but not in a hurry.

It's not considered a zero-level task, the top international painting competition, the judges are not lacking in painting masters.

By the way, the Venice Biennale is the most authoritative art exhibition with a history of nearly a hundred years, and it can be called the Olympics of the art world.

At the beginning, he was eligible to participate in the exhibition, but the painting he worked so hard for for two months was destroyed by his adoptive father.

The adoptive father didn't want him to get out of control, but he didn't try his best to stop him from taking that opportunity. In the end, all he had to do was burn down a painting the size of a wall, leaving nothing but ashes.

It gave him hope and made him despair.

Those who have experienced it should know that the destruction of a proud work that is regarded as life is no different from the destruction of the country and family, and it is more uncomfortable than two months in a small black house.

Although it wasn't his own, he and his adoptive father's bad tastes are in the same line. He used a brush dipped in gasoline to evenly and carefully paint the painting before lighting the fire.

Thinking about it now, I was still too young at that time, that was the first time he defied his adoptive father, he thought he had won the fight against his adoptive father, he thought he could break free from the shackles and emerge...

The most interesting thing is that those who invited him to paint all admitted that the adoptive father's nonsense was an accident, and also condemned his rash behavior and the delay of the Chinese Pavilion of the Biennale.

The woman who strongly recommended him and gently and sincerely advised him to participate in the exhibition once gained his trust.

The most ridiculous thing is that after she investigated and found that the painting was burnt with only a little gray and obvious traces of man-made, everyone including her believed the suggestion of her adoptive father, and it was him who did this kind of thing by default.

After this incident, she was very disappointed in him.

The one who was really disappointed was Bai Cun. Not only was he completely disappointed in her, but he was completely unable to trust others.

Recalling the sad spring and autumn in the past, Bai Village sat weary and burst into tears, determined to take revenge, completely blackened, gods block and kill gods, Buddhas block and kill Buddhas... a ghost.

Bai Cun calmly packed and sent away the paintings in his hand, and took a taxi to the villa in the suburbs where he first woke up.

Now he is also a rich man who hails a taxi casually. You must know that taxis in Japan are ridiculously expensive.

Standing in the studio of the villa, the villa had been cut off from water and electricity after he moved to Atobe. The bleak moonlight seeped into the room, and there was a smell of dust and mold in the air, more like the smell of oil paint. The flames painted on the entire wall were burning silently, just as they were back then.

He used his proud memory to ensure that it was exactly the same as the oil painting on fire at that time.

No wonder today I always think of the stupid things from the past. It turns out that it is today again every year. From that day on, he developed the habit of burning the paintings he was not satisfied with, and since then he has changed to ink paintings.

He will never disobey his adoptive father again.

A domesticated elephant is tied with a thin rope when it was young, and it can't break free. When it grows up, it has the strength to break free, but it doesn't try anymore, because it doesn't feel that it has that strength.

What if it plucked up the courage to try and found that the thin rope turned out to be a steel wire, and strangled it bloody?

This is his second mistake in the small black room.

It's really irresistible.

How old were you?I don't remember if he was fifteen or sixteen, he also had a rebellious period of youthful restlessness.

After that, he compromised, serving steadily and flattering celebrities, waiting to inherit the gallery, becoming the next adoptive father, and becoming a puppet who worked hard to guard the treasure for the adoptive father.

It is estimated that there will be a beer belly and a Mediterranean sea, and it will be scary to think about becoming a greasy old man!

If he hadn't come to this world, he would have rotted in that gallery like a tool for the rest of his life, never painting oil paintings, and never knowing what freedom is.Slowly turning into a horrible greasy old man.

What a boring past.

Bai Cun picked up the brushes and paints, climbed onto the tripod, and filled in the outline of the frame of the original painting in the sea of ​​fire.

The way he overcomes fear and pain is to tear open the wound with trembling hands again and again when the wound is itchy, and he doesn't care when he gets used to it and becomes numb.

The sky outside began to snow, and Tokyo has completely entered winter.

The weeds that grow wildly in summer around the villa are annuals lying on the ground, and the perennials are bare with snowflakes. The cool moonlight is covered by clouds, but it is still bright outside.

He can paint and paint without hindrance, unlike when he first came to this body, he would sit in front of the easel and try to repaint the oil painting, but he could only fiddle with the paint every day and couldn't put down the paint.

Although he regained his new life at that time, the person who was one step away from the oily old man's no-return road was like a programmed machine with garbled codes. He suddenly lost the ultimate goal of beer belly and Mediterranean, and his senses were confused for a while. I don't know my true personality and future.

So he used oil paintings to record the fire, and his self and personality were lost from then on.

Jiang Chenghuan was right when he said that he was hypocritical.Thoughts and personality are instilled after being broken, and the whole person is fake, can it not be hypocritical?

Also, in the confused and irritable state at that time, he had a bad attitude towards Ninjazu.

After that, he won't bother Ninzu anymore.

Witnessing the complete picture at that time appearing under his hands, he nodded and lowered his brows with a smile, showing his ancient charm. In a trance, he seemed to be that gentle and gentle young man with courteous demeanor and humble speech.

I remembered that the woman asked him what was going on. He habitually put on the mask of a gentleman because of fear and despair. She questioned him with a sad and painful face. The attitude and volume should be questioning. There was a buzzing in her ears, and she couldn't make out what she said.

He smiled silently, but the curvature of the corners of his lips was gradually becoming less perfect. He flicked the palette, brushes and paints, making a loud noise in this dark and quiet room, and he jumped off the tripod silently Landing lightly on the ground, he let out a long breath, as if exhaling the depression and hostility that had accumulated for several years. Looking at the painting on the wall, his breath became more and more peaceful.

The fire ended his oil painting back then, and after traveling through time, he started his oil painting again from this fire.

Finally, on the same day many years later, it was over.

☆、Chapter [-]

Within a few days, Baicun saw his assistant.

The assistant's name is Ryogo Arai. On the third day of the first snowfall, he came to Qingxue to meet the artist he will be in charge of, because Qingxue is the only place where he can find the artist with a deep background.

Before coming here, Chitanda explained the matter of Shimoshira village out of morality. Arai didn't realize the problem at this time. He waited in the director's room to chat with the director, but the director seemed to have misunderstood him. Babyfaced he had never been treated with such awe.

Could it be that the artist is terrifying and his background has reached this level?

The director is really afraid of people related to Baicun.Bai Village's arrogant behavior of not obeying the arrangement and saying skipping classes has already attracted the attention of the school. The director summoned Bai Village's parents, and Bai Village ordered the most kind (dangerous underworld elements) among his subordinates to go.

So the school and the director were subdued by Bai Cun's cooperation and intimidation, and gave Bai Cun maximum freedom.

In a way, Arai had the truth.

"Boom boom boom!"

There were three knocks on the door with the same interval, and the voice was neither high nor low, but the director trembled: "Please, please come in."

Arai was also a little tricked by the director, what did that crazy woman Chitanda sign back?Looking at the photos, it is true that he is a human being. At the same time, his curiosity has also swelled. He has not seen any troubles in the industry for many years. Who is this sophomore artist?How difficult?

When the door opened, Arai was speechless after a glimpse of his figure and face.

"Li Liangwu!"

The boy who had never met before was amazed and rubbed his face on tiptoe, and the grown man named Arai Ryogo was sluggish, with blue veins on his forehead, gritted his teeth and endured the urge to overthrow him, trying to brush off his sinful claws.

Bai Cun pinched the flesh on his face and didn't let go, isn't this someone, another old acquaintance.

A frequent visitor to the gallery, the youngest son of a high-end chocolatier, he is soft and cuddly and clingy to him. The last time I saw him was when he was about to take the college entrance examination.

Every time he rubbed his fat baby face, he blushed and dared not resist.

Not only is it getting old now, it doesn't feel good, and it's not cute anymore.

After kneading enough, Baicun let go of his claws regretfully.

Arai held back his temper and asked, "Ye-kun Baicun, do we know each other?"

Bai Cun couldn't believe his tearful eyes looked at him the way Qin Xianglian looked at Chen Shimei, and nodded.

Arai was in a bad mood now, and he forgot to be angry. He remembered that when Shiraimura entered the door, he called out his name accurately. Chitanda would only tell the boy his last name, because Chitanda only remembered his last name.He frightenedly recalled that there was no such person in his memory (accidentally revealing his age) in the past 30 years, but he knew himself. Could it be that his memory has been tampered with! ?Who tampered with his own memory, for what purpose?

Bai Cun observed his expression and found that Li Xiaoliang Wu's mind was still so big. When he was frowning and began to worry about the safety of the earth, Bai Cun pulled him back to reality in time, and said in a casual tone, "We knew each other in a previous life. "

Arai still maintained the serious and serious expression of the social elite, and said with a twitch in his heart: "Please don't joke."

Feeling bored, Bai Cun sat down on the director's chair. The director withdrew from the door and closed it gently.

The snow in the winter is still very thin, and it melts on the first day and the next day. Now there are only sporadic snowflakes floating in the gray-blue sky, and the wind is slowly swirling with the snowflakes. The cold wind in winter is actually very gentle.

The room is a little dark, the window is very big, the light coming in seems bright and sometimes dark, Arai had to take a closer look at the face of the ancestor who will serve in the future, under the light of this sad literary movie, his profile is so perfect that it is not human , Quiet and mysterious.

"Say something."

Baicun, who was waiting for him to speak, could not hear the sound for a long time.

Fascinated by watching, Arai wanted to hit the wall in shame and indignation, and said with a serious face: "From now on, we will be working partners. Let me introduce myself, my name is Arai Ryogo."

Bai Cun's eyes signaled him to continue.

"In addition to the official meeting today, if you have any questions, you can contact me. The contact information of your publicity and packaging team is here..."

Bai Cun propped his chin to think about making a scene, and it turned out that it was more troublesome than he imagined. This eloquent, shrewd and capable Li Liangwu was really strange.

"troublesome."

Arai stopped talking: "Huh?"

"You really treat me like an ordinary entertainer?" Bai Cun put his legs crossed on the director's desk, half-closed his eyes, half-smiling.

Arai didn't underestimate this boy, but he found that he still underestimated him, which was too oppressive.

Arai pretended not to know and asked, "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing." Bai Cun smiled, took off his legs and sat upright, changed the topic, his black eyes brightened, "I was really rude just now, but it's all because, from the moment I entered the door, I, I..."

The boy's cheeks were flushed, and his speech faltered. Arai couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, as if there was a sense of disobedience.

"I just have a kind feeling for you, so, can I..."

What's going on, the appearance and atmosphere of wanting to confess?Arai's heartbeat is quick and tense, why is this the first time we meet?The intuition is not right: "Mr. Baicun, I am willing to explain your doubts about the work."

"Please hear me out!"

"Yes!" Arai subconsciously responded as if ordered by his boss.

Arai: Is it that scary?He doesn't really want to confess, if he does, he will be killed by Chitanda if he promises!

"I can……"

Arai swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Do you want to be your father?"

Arai: Dad, I want to kill him.

With blue veins popping up on Arai's forehead, he said sharply, "Please be serious, don't make such rude jokes."

"I seriously want to be your dad."

Arai: "..."

The way Li Xiaoliang's cheeks puffed up unconsciously made Baicun feel a little better, except that his face finally had some shadows from his previous life.

"Sorry." Bai Cun's apology was quite sincere, "I should respect your mother's wishes."

Arai: Go!

Bai Cun stood up first, and walked out staggeringly, the corners of his eyes were flushed because of sleepiness, he was lazy and beautiful, he stopped when he passed by: "Tsk, what's the smell."

It is impossible for Arai's mild cleanliness to have a bad smell on his body. If there is, it will be the smell of tobacco.

Before Arai explained, Baicun left with a look of disgust.

The Li Liangwu he knew loves to eat chocolate, loves to make chocolate, he finally has the sweet fragrance of chocolate on his body, and he wants to apply for a food major when he volunteers in college, so who is this childlike old man with a fake tobacco smell and Li Xiaoliangwu's face? .

Just like Baicun had with Arai, Arai's first impression of Baicun was terrible.

But such an artist can't suffer and don't worry about it, so be it.

In the afternoon, Bai Cun went to the tennis club and quit the club. When he opened the shoe cabinet after school, he unexpectedly received a love letter!

Who is so closed-eyed?

The main idea of ​​the content is: See you on the roof after school.

Bai Cun raised his eyebrows without leaving a name, could it be a prank?Or an appointment disguised as a love letter, which is very likely.

Holding the letter in his hand, Bai Cun arrived as promised. Normally, the door to the rooftop is locked, but today...it is also locked.

Bai Cun casually took out an iron wire from his body, poked the lock a few times and the lock opened. Sliding the door to pick the lock was no problem, if it wasn't for wasting bullets, it wouldn't be solved without firing a single shot.

Bai Cun thought that the love letter locked on the rooftop was someone's prank, but he didn't expect that there was actually someone, a boy who looked weak at first glance... no, it's impossible for a weak boy to ask for a fight.As soon as he pushed the door, the boy who was leaning on the door fell weakly and helplessly to the ground.

Baicun waited for obstacles to climb up to open the door. The boy's black hair blocked most of his face, revealing a dark green phoenix eye. Overall, he looked calm, slightly surprised and moved, and Baicun knew what was going on.

It is estimated that the boy who was pranked was the one who wrote the love letter, but he didn't seem to have the courage to send it.

"Name?" Bai Cun leaned on the guardrail of the roof and looked down through the gap in the guardrail.

"Ajiujinhe."

Akutsu lowered his head very low.

Impulsively, he was instigated by a bad friend to release a love letter. Later, he found out that the bad friend was a real bad person. He seemed a little jealous of Ajiujin and always wanted to see his jokes and lock him on the roof. Generally, the person who is being dated will feel cheated when he sees the door locked. In order to turn around and go home, there are really not many people who break through the door like Baicun.

Ajiujin in the third grade of Qingxue is very good in his studies. He is a frequent visitor in the top ten of the school year, but because of his sexuality, he is becoming more and more gloomy and withdrawn. As for why he likes Baicun, in short, Baicun fits his aesthetics too well. So I like Baicun.

Akutsu didn't think