Who Stolen My Protagonist Halo [Transmigration Book]

Ji Lingxi and Fu Tianyou did not immediately sign a contract to join the filming group because of the urging of Fengxiu, not to mention that the plaster on Fu Tianyou's leg was not removed, it is really inconvenient to move outside, Ji Lingxi did not sign the contract obviously because he was still twenty geniuses away As an adult, he didn't want to bother his father and mother with this matter, so he decided to wait for Fu Tianyou's studio to sign him.

Of course, he still wants to take advantage of this long summer vacation to earn some extra money. There is no way. He is 28 years old and has no addiction to mobile games. time.

If there is something to say, it is really something, and it is still an important thing-painting.

Among other things, at least he had to pick up some skills before entering school in September, otherwise he would feel sorry for the original owner.

In the eyes of Ji's father and Ji's mother, their eldest son is really a hardworking and motivated boy.

Only Fu Tianyou couldn't hold back after watching Ji Lingxi's painting for a few days, and asked the doubt deep in his soul: "How did you get accepted by Yanmei at this level?"

It's not that Ji Lingxi's paintings are too ugly to bear to look at, but they really have nothing to do with being pretty.Although he is a layman in art, his aesthetics is normal, and he can tell whether a painting is good or not.

Ji Lingxi's rare distress, he was very puzzled, obviously the painting was done according to the memory of the original owner, and the hand feel is still there, but the lines drawn are not as expected, and every time there is an illusion that the brush is not in control.

Or, is he really not the type to eat this bowl of rice?

"You're fine anyway, sit down, and I'll draw you a picture." No matter how thick-skinned Ji Lingxi was, he couldn't stand Fu Tianyou looking on, it was embarrassing, so he planned to let Fu Tianyou be his model.

The clinker Fu Tianyou immediately denied when he heard about it: "I don't want it." The ghost knows what kind of bird Ji Lingxi will turn him into, so he shouldn't be a test subject.

"If you don't want it, you have to!" Ji Lingxi stretched his legs and hooked his crutch away.

"Give it back to me!" Fu Tianyou immediately stood up to take it back.

Ji Lingxi quickly grabbed it and put it behind her, and raised her chin towards him: "Sit down obediently, otherwise I won't send you to the hospital to remove the plaster cast tomorrow."

Fu Tianyou glared at him: "I'll take a taxi."

In just this blink of an eye, Fu Tianyou has been living in Ji Lingxi's house for almost a week, and he wanted to say goodbye several times during the process, but every time he got to the point of speaking, he was blocked by the enthusiasm of Ji's family.

Especially the twins on summer vacation and the runaway wild horse, they will go to heaven if they don't stare at them for a second, and they refuse to write a single word for their summer homework, and Ji's father and Ji's mother are busy with the new store. Help me to watch some.

The simply twins were very sensitive to his injury, and they actually listened to him and were willing to do homework even when asked. No, Mother Ji felt more at ease letting him and Ji Lingxi take care of the children.In addition to looking after the children, he also has to help them with their homework... Does this count as a taste of parenthood in advance?

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Ji Lingxi glanced at him, and said lightly, "My parents and Xiaobao are having dinner at grandma's house, and we'll order takeaway."

Fu Tianyou: "…………………"

"I refuse." He said darkly.

If he wanted to say the real reason why he "laid" on Ji's house and didn't want to leave, it could only be attributed to the delicious food at Ji's house.As a young master who was born with a golden key, he has tasted quite a lot of delicacies from mountains and seas, and there are many that suit his taste, but basically there are at most two in a restaurant that he likes, but the meals of Ji's family, there are four magical ones out of six. All hit his taste buds.

What made him even more complicated and depressed was that every dish made by Ji Lingxi was to his liking, especially the breakfast snacks he made, which were damn delicious even though he was watching from the sidelines and didn't use any special ingredients.

It's really a ghost!

"If you don't want to eat takeaway, just sit down honestly. Brother Ji is in a good mood and will cook something delicious for you." Ji Lingxi clearly grasped the weakness of this young master.

Fu Tianyou had a heart attack, reluctantly sat back in his original position, and warned fiercely: "If you dare to draw me ugly, I will tear off the drawing paper and stuff it in your mouth for you to eat!"

Ji Lingxi thought to himself: As a disabled person like you now, Brother Ji is not afraid of twenty of you.

"Don't move around, or I won't blame me for drawing crooked nose and eyes." He began to draw outlines on the drawing paper slowly.

"The crooked painting is because you are not good enough." Fu Tianyou retorted.

"Stop talking." Ji Lingxi looked quite serious, and could pronounce a first-class middle school two.

Fu Tianyou resisted the urge to complain and turned his face away. If he was destined to exchange a dinner with a sketch that he couldn't bear to look at, he was still willing to sacrifice. It would be better if the person Ji Lingxi drew had no shadow of him at all, so that he could I comforted myself that it was not him who painted.

So, 5 minute later...

Fu Tianyou: "Is the painting finished?"

Ji Lingxi: "No."

10 minutes later……

Fu Tianyou: "Are you ready?"

Ji Lingxi: "What's the hurry, don't move around, your nose is going to be crooked."

15 minutes later……

Fu Tianyou: "Isn't healed? How long has it been? Can you draw?"

Ji Lingxi no longer wants to talk to him.

Fu Tianyou harassed him at an average rate of once every 5 minutes, and his posture was also changing. He didn't say anything, he was really too lazy to waste his saliva.

Finally, when Fu Tianyou was so bored that he fell asleep, Ji Lingxi's "Okay" finally cheered him up.

It's just to cheer up a little bit, nothing else.

He wasn't interested in the paintings either, he just asked, "What do you do for dinner?"

"There's no rush to do anything. Do you want to appreciate my masterpiece first? This is the painting I'm most satisfied with these days, Mie Ga Ga Ga." Ji Lingxi looked quite proud, and laughed It gets weird.

Fu Tianyou only felt that the laughter was very penetrating, and the more proud Ji Lingxi was, the more ominous he felt, and he resisted the paintings on the drawing board from the bottom of his heart.

However, Ji Lingxi does not have the ability to read minds, and does not take Fu Tianyou's resistance seriously at all. With a light push, the drawing paper is removed and turned, allowing Fu Tianyou to face the first sketch portrait in his two lifetimes combined. .

Fu Tianyou was caught off guard and stared straight at it, then froze.

The person in the portrait is in the posture of resting his chin with one hand, his eyes are slightly squinted, and he is especially lazy in his sleepiness.The outline of the half-length figure is smooth and natural, with a balanced structure and form. No matter in terms of texture, tone or overall, it is obviously of a high level.

At least for Fu Tianyou, a layman, this sketch makes him, the model himself, not picky at all.

"How is it, how is your technique?" Ji Lingxi is really proud of himself, it is really not easy for him, he spent so much time on painting, and the result is that each one is half the level of the original owner, fortunately, the hard work paid off, and he finally He still performed supernormally, although the fact that the model was Fu Tianyou made him quite speechless.

Fu Tianyou really wanted to pour cold water on him, but to be honest, there was really nothing to criticize about this painting, but he didn't want to have long-term Lingxi's ambition.

So he changed his way and said, "That's because I am a handsome model."

"Tsk tsk tsk, if I knew I was so good at drawing people, I should have drawn myself in the mirror." Ji Lingxi didn't seem to have heard his words, holding the drawing paper proudly.

"...Where's your face?" The corners of Fu Tianyou's mouth twitched.

Ji Lingxi still pretended not to hear, holding the drawing paper, looking left and right, grinning almost to the back of the ear, boasting: "I'm really a genius, how can I be so good?"

Fu Tianyou: "..." He has discovered that Ji Lingxi is still a hopeless narcissist.

He really wanted to remind Ji Lingxi that there were more than a dozen scrap paintings next to him. Considering that he had to rely on this guy for dinner, he could only bury it in his heart. He hoped that when Ji Lingxi cleaned up the studio later and saw those ugly paintings Can also boast of excellence.

"What shall we have for dinner?" Fu Tianyou asked.

Ji Lingxi was in a good mood, and answered quickly: "Cold noodles, noodles with scallion oil, noodles with oil, noodles with stewed noodles, and noodles with dandan, just choose one."

It seems that tonight's staple food is noodles, but Ji Lingxi gave five choices in one go, how should he choose?

"Oh yes, there are hot noodles and noodle fish... just eating noodles is not enough, you can also have some scallion egg pancakes, scallion pancakes and so on..." Ji Lingxi actually cooks a lot, but most of them are snacks ilk.

Fu Tianyou wanted to drool just listening to it. Although he had never tasted it, he was miraculously confident in Ji Lingxi's craftsmanship.

When Fu Tianyou was struggling with which one to choose for dinner, he suddenly saw Ji Lingxi put the drawing paper into the album, as if he was going to collect it, and he suddenly had an idea.

"Wait..." He hurriedly shouted.

"What?" Ji Lingxi gave him a look.

Fu Tianyou coughed lightly, and asked, "You won't give me this painting?"

Ji Lingxi raised her eyebrows: "Why did you give it to you?" This is a sketch of the original owner's normal level that he drew with great difficulty. How can it be done if it is not preserved as a souvenir?

"...you drew me." Fu Tianyou had a strange expression on his face.

"You are my model." Ji Lingxi said.

Fu Tianyou felt a little headache when he saw his expression of innocence. He gently reminded: "Don't you think it's strange to collect a man's paintings?" Take it apart!

Ji Lingxi didn't answer him, but looked at him with some ambiguity in his eyes. Anyway, he didn't understand, so he was looked at a little flabbergasted.

Just when Fu Tianyou couldn't hold back and wanted Ji Lingxi to look away, Ji Lingxi suddenly said: "Actually, I think your portrait should be framed and hung on the wall."

Hearing this, Fu Tianyou was startled: "Why?"

Ji Lingxi replied: "This way I can confess you."

Fu Tianyou almost vomited blood, and glared at him angrily: "Then why don't you set up a table to offer flowers and fruits, set up a censer and burn three sticks of incense, and I'll show you a death in place?"

"Hahahahaha." Ji Lingxi hooked his shoulder and patted him vigorously, "You are still young, don't say such unlucky things, listen to Brother Ji, eat well and exercise, and keep you healthy and long-lived .”

Fu Tianyou didn't know how this person's brain was so long, and his circuit was so strange, he said, "Didn't you want to hang my portrait on the wall? Have you ever seen someone hang a black and white painting of a living person on the wall? "

"Cough, cough, cough..." Ji Lingxi coughed violently, and then explained: "You have misunderstood me, I said that I confessed you because you didn't tell me and my family before, my dad Mom, they all depended on you for their escape, in my eyes, you are a real fairy boy, and I will keep you safe."

Fu Tianyou: "………………………"

"God damn boy, do you dare to describe it in a normal way?" He put on a disgusted look and rubbed the goosebumps on his body vigorously, but he deliberately didn't mention the "divination" thing—whatever he mentioned, he wasn't Holy crap, half a bucket of water is gone, so ask for help.

"Hahahahahaha, why are you so cute, Fu Tianyou?" Ji Lingxi laughed louder.

Fu Tianyou's black face: "Go away, don't describe me as cute!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Only Ji Lingxi's devilish laughter remained in the attic.

The author has something to say: A reminder to the new fairies: this article is really just a dog food article, salted fish is not dragging the plot, not dragging the plot, not dragging the plot, important things must be said three times !

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