you are deep in the stars

The last day of the art exhibition happened to be the weekend. Bai Xi originally wanted to take the whole dormitory to celebrate Mr. 215, but no one spoke for a long time on the phone, and he could only vaguely hear Liu Chunchun's tragic and weak voice in the chaotic noise. accuse.

……

"What time do we leave?" Han Zhuo went upstairs and knocked on the door, "It's already five o'clock."

"Forget it, the plan is cancelled." Bai Xi was sitting on the carpet with a lot of documents spread out in front of him, "He sounds like he's drinking Lafite with that Mr. Wang again, so he probably doesn't have time to have hot pot with us."

"Okay." Han Zhuo smiled and sat beside him, flipping through the file folder, "Why are you still looking at these materials?"

"I'm thinking about myself." Bai Xi asked, "Am I really the only earthling with superpowers in all these years?"

"At least according to the existing records, you are." Han Zhuo nodded, "I have the same suspicion as Mr. Bai. Back then, that mysterious homeless man gave you supernatural powers. It is precisely for this reason that the underground warehouse will Chasing after you."

"Are you going to arrest me and go back to do research?" Bai Xi thought of the little white mice in the laboratory, so she shuddered silently.

"I won't let them take you away." Han Zhuo closed the document in front of him, "But apart from me, you have to learn to protect yourself, you can't rely on others for everything, you know that?"

"Understood." Bai Xi nodded.

"Let's go." Han Zhuo pulled him to stand up, "These two days are either reading reports at the company or reading documents at home. I'm really going to be bored. I'll treat you to dinner."

"Black truffle and foie gras?" Bai Xi put her arm around his shoulder.

"If you want to eat, of course there is no problem." Han Zhuo replied, "And I promise, this time I will definitely find a restaurant that does not propose marriage."

The silver sports car "boomed" and went away gracefully. Aunt Li wore an apron and complained to Mrs. Bai angrily. A bit of professional ethics!

"They're going out to eat black truffles." Mrs. Bai said while putting on nail polish, "It's very high-end."

"Is black truffle as delicious as stewed pork ribs with yam?" Aunt Li justified, "Young master ate ribs every day when he was a child, and I never saw him crying for black truffle."

"All right, all right, you're right." Mrs. Bai's head was buzzing, so she said solemnly, "When they come back, I will definitely criticize Xiao Han seriously."

……

This time, Mr. Han really didn't choose a restaurant for marriage proposal. He took Bai Xi to an exquisite Japanese grocery store, which was hidden in a corner of the city. There were few people, the environment was very good, and the ingredients were very fresh.

"Do you like it here?" Han Zhuo helped him adjust the soy sauce.

"Not bad." Bai Xi lowered her voice and asked mysteriously, "Is the boss also a supernatural being?"

"Wrong, Earthlings." Han Zhuo smiled, and put the small dish in front of him, "The little noodle restaurant I took you to last time really came from another planet."

Bai Xi asked: "Is it a black shop?"

"It's not a black shop, but Lao Zhou doesn't like me bringing people from Earth there, so he asks for a lot of money." Han Zhuo said, "He doesn't know your identity."

"What's the matter with that bowl of noodles?" Bai Xi thought for a while, "Is there any special meaning?"

"Lao Zhou only sells two types of noodles, or simply two kinds of medicine." Han Zhuo replied, "One can make the supernatural power stronger, and the other is just the opposite, making the supernatural power gradually disappear--the real one. In the sense of disappearing, it becomes exactly the same as the people on Earth, but it will take at least 20 years, and during the whole process, the superhumans will become extremely weak and sick.”

"Will someone choose the second medicine?" Bai Xi was puzzled.

Han Zhuo nodded: "Not only there are, but there are many more."

Not every alien can learn to control superpowers proficiently. They are afraid of the power surging in their bodies, public places, strange eyes from others after their identities are revealed, and even more afraid of being arrested and sent to research institutions—— Not only underground warehouses, but also many scientific organizations, legal or illegal, because that means endless pain and suffering.

"They just want to be ordinary people." Han Zhuo ordered foie gras sushi for him, "So even though the whole process will be painful and long, many people still go to Lao Zhou."

"But I think superpowers are cool." Bai Xi glanced at her palm.

"It's very cool, so maybe one day in the future, everyone can really reveal their identities and live in harmony, but not now." Han Zhuo smiled, "Would you like a drink?"

"There will be such a day." Bai Xi comforted him, "Look, we get along very well." There are not only foie gras sushi, but also beautiful little stars flying all over the sky.

The mobile phone on the table started to vibrate untimely, Han Zhuo took a look and said, "It's Chunchun."

"You have missed the celebration hot pot." Bai Xi pressed the call button, "And I have to work overtime for the next week, so I won't be free."

"It's me." Wang Yuanchen's voice and Liu Chunchun's weak accusation came from the other end of the phone, "You robber!"

"Uh...what's the matter?" Bai Xi sat up straight.

"I'm looking for Mr. Han next to you." Wang Yuanchen had a cigarette in his mouth, his half-wet hair was casually pulled behind his ears, and he was in the most lazy posture after bathing, but his tone was gnashing his teeth, "although Don't know what you're doing, but please, take my call."

Han Zhuo took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and sure enough, 25 missed calls.

……

He raised his hands in surrender, but he really didn't pay attention.

"Moses Gallery invites my employer to dinner tomorrow." Wang Yuanchen cut to the chase, "It is said that it is a very grand celebration banquet, and many celebrities have received invitations."

Han Zhuo frowned: "Refused."

"Wait a minute first!" The receiver's voice was loud, and Bai Xi hurried over and asked, "Where's Chunchun? What does he think?"

"Him?" Wang Yuanchen glanced at the corner and said contemptuously, "If I agree to the other party, he will probably jump off the building immediately."

Liu Chunchun hugged the curtains, aggrieved and cowardly said, "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow, i don't want to go!"

One Armani is scary, let alone hundreds of Armanis.

"Oh, that's no problem." Bai Xi sat back in the chair calmly, and you refused casually.

"You go alone." Han Zhuo said again, "At least you must know the other party's next plan."

Wang Yuanchen snorted dissatisfiedly, but he was still afraid of Han Zhuo's ability, so he agreed unwillingly.After hanging up the phone, Bai Xi asked, "Is there no problem?"

"Of course not." Han Zhuo said, "He won't mess things up."

"What I mean is, isn't that Mr. Wang in danger?" Bai Xi changed his expression, "It's a party at the Moses Gallery, there must be people from the underground warehouse, and you just said that the other The capable are dangerous on Earth."

"But he will not be in danger, he will only put others in danger." Han Zhuo smiled, "Unlike other supernatural beings, the underground warehouse has always known of his existence, but they are still helpless against him." Arrogant, violent , Mysterious, extravagant and cruel, before Han Zhuo came, he was definitely one of the most powerful supernatural beings in this city, almost fearless.

Bai Xi suddenly pressed her palm to his forehead.

"What's wrong?" Han Zhuo was slightly taken aback.

"It seemed a little hot just now." Bai Xi asked him nervously, "Did you feel it?"

"Yes." Han Zhuo nodded and reminded him, "But this is a temperature that can melt metal, are you sure you want to put it on my face?"

……

Bai Xi quickly withdrew her hand and said with a little guilt, "I'm sorry, I forgot."

"Hold out your hand." Mr. Han ordered.

Bai Xi refused, he said fluently: "Physical punishment violates the Law on the Protection of Youth and Children."

Han Zhuo laughed: "But you have reached the legal age for marriage."

"Then you can't hit me either." Bai Xi stretched out her right hand, "Here."

Han Zhuo took out a small piece of ice from the salmon plate and put it in his palm: "Mel it."

Bai Xi used the method taught by Han Zhuo before, trying to concentrate her thoughts in one place. As expected, the temperature in her palm rose rapidly, and the solid ice ball quickly turned into water, pattering through her fingers.

"Is it fun?" Han Zhuo ate slowly, "Then try to refreeze it now."

Bai Xi hesitated: "Is it possible?"

"Of course, it's okay, you can take your time." Han Zhuo called the waiter and ordered a bottle of bozi soda for him, "There is a reward."

Bai Xi took a deep breath, staring at the palm with both eyes, almost using a pious and careful gesture, finally a thin layer of ice crystals formed on the palm again, like finely crushed snowflakes, and also like small white stars.

"Very powerful." Han Zhuo held his cold fingers, "Can you return to normal body temperature now?"

Bai Xi hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.

"Please, I'll be cold." Han Zhuo clasped his fingers together, "Hurry up."

"It will freeze you to death." Bai Xi said.

"That's why you have to refuel." Han Zhuo helped him open the soda with one hand, and said "Bo" very crisply, "Here, it tastes like grapes."

This time it took a full 5 minutes before Bai Xi gradually felt the warmth of the other party's palm. He looked at Mr. Han's red and stiff right hand, and said guiltily, "Otherwise, let me treat you."

"It's okay." Han Zhuo asked for a hot towel for himself, "I'm your teacher, so I can allow you to make all your small mistakes without any pressure at all."

Looking at the gentle eyes of the other party, Xiaobai felt very moved.

So he secretly decided to give Mr. Han 99 carnations on Teacher's Day next year.

The red-orange-yellow-green-blue-purple kind.

Because he is really very earnest, very... kind.