The Uncrowned King of Korean Entertainment

The author has something to say: The quality inspection results of the bones...except for the language and history, there is no QAQ to read, and even the mood to update the text...I want to finish it in about 60 chapters, but judging by the speed of the plot development, it's really amazing!

This Saturday, there will be a make-up exam for the biology exam, and the sad and miserable life of a scumbag QAQ

It was just dawn.

'Boom! '

A loud noise resounded through the Luo family villa, waking up the sleeping people.

An Jiahui rubbed her eyes, stepped on fluffy slippers and walked to the window, sticking her head out.

A distorted human face suddenly appeared before her eyes, and then disappeared.

"Ah!" An Jiahui screamed in fright.

"what happened?"

Luo Tiansen was woken up.

"Man, someone fell..."

"Are you sleepy?" Luo Tiansen walked barefoot to An Jiahui's side. Before he could stand still, a wooden easel fell from his eyes, and soon made a cracking sound.

"Qinzhi's easel? It must be that little bastard Xianzhi is messing around again!" Luo Tiansen frowned, put on a coat and turned to go out in a hurry, An Jiahui quickly followed.

There are a total of six rooms on the second floor of the Luo family villa. The three children of the Luo family each have a bedroom, a study, and a shared living room.

The husband and wife stepped up the stairs in twos and threes, and hurried to a room - Luo Xianzhi's study.

It should be said that Luo Xianzhi used to study.

Why do you say that?Because a little sparrow without eyesight dared to step into the goshawk's territory when the goshawk was not at home.

"What are you doing?!" Luo Tiansen seemed to have a layer of frost on his face, looking at Luo Xianzhi expressionlessly.

"Oh my god!" An Jiahui held her forehead, unable to face the messy study room and the destroyed paintings all over the place.

Painting by Luo Qinzhi.

"Father is only in his early [-]s and is already old and dizzy? Can't you tell that I'm tidying up my! Study?" Luo Xianzhi was also expressionless, took down an oil painting hanging on the wall, and threw it out of the window deftly. "Also, woman, you are noisy."

"Stop it!" Luo Tiansen wished he could beat this rebellious bastard to death! "This is drawn by your sister stroke by stroke. Is it as bad as you!"

"Why, I haven't come back for two years, so there is no place for me in this family? Don't you even have the basic right to clean up the garbage piled up in your study?" Luo Xianzhi sneered, "If father, you can't see If you go down, you can go to sleep happily, don't worry, I won't demolish the Luo family villa."

"Also, don't think of any cat or dog as my sister. To me, that's an insult." Xiumei raised her eyebrows, and at first glance, the "Sunflower" by Van Gogh was meticulously copied, between her slender and delicate fingers. into pieces.

Ignoring Luo Tiansen, who was about to have a cerebral hemorrhage, and An Jiahui, who was crying with her head down, Luo Xianzhi looked around the study room, made sure there was nothing that didn't belong to her, and nodded in satisfaction.

╮(╯▽╰)╭It's really refreshing without those obtrusive things.

Next, it's time to go to Fuyou to find Adonis and the others—hopefully in time for breakfast.

"Woman, get out of the way!" Luo Xianzhi said to An Jiahui who was blocking the door.

An Jiahui walked to the side silently, lowered her head so that people could not see the expression on her face clearly, she looked silent and stubborn, very pitiful.He just clenched his fists tightly, his fingertips turned white from excessive force, and he had already betrayed her.

"It's really not wronging you to say that you can't get on the stage." Luo Xianzhi sneered, he couldn't even hide his emotions at the most basic level, and thanks to this woman, he can still secure the position of Luo Tiansen's wife.

Looking at An Jiahui, Luo Tiansen couldn't help frowning.

For a woman, showing weakness properly can arouse a man's desire to protect, but being frail in this situation will only make a man feel cowardly and incompetent.

Luo Xianzhi passed between the two calmly, stepped out of the door of the study room, walked back a few steps, then turned back, took out a photo from his pocket, and put it in the pocket of Luo Tiansen's pajamas, "Almost forgot, this is The photo of the study room I took when I left the United States, I think, dear father, you don’t mind helping me restore the study room?”

Before the hand holding the photo could be retracted, it was clamped tightly by a big hand. Luo Xianzhi raised his eyes to look at Luo Tiansen, his deep pupils reflected Luo Tiansen's furious and indifferent face and raised palm.

'Snapped! '

With a slap full of anger, with the force of losing his mind, Luo Xianzhi's delicate side cheeks quickly became red and swollen.

"Heh~" Raising his hand to touch his face, there was no anger or hatred in Luo Xianzhi's charming phoenix eyes, only raging indifference and a touch of sarcasm.

Luo Tiansen's fingers twitched uncontrollably.

Luo Xianzhi's eyes were too cold.

"Sister..." Luo Wusheng stood in front of his room door, looking at the three of them uneasily, beside him stood Luo Qinzhi. "dad……"

"My... painting..." Luo Qinzhi bit her lip, walked into the study step by step, squatted on the ground and looked at the confetti all over the floor, with tears in her eyes, very pitiful.

Luo Xianzhi annoyed her the most.

A humble identity, a weak appearance, tenacious willpower, outstanding talent, and a soft and kind heart that can forgive her without anger or resentment—the legendary Cinderella-type female protagonist of the little white flower .

If all the appeal conditions were placed on Luo Qinzhi, Luo Xianzhi wouldn't hate her so much.

Luo Qinzhi knows how to 'pretend'. Since she was a child, she knew how to behave well and play tricks to get the attention and love of adults. She knew how to suppress Luo Xianzhi while acting like "it's okay, I'm my sister, no matter what you do, I will forgive you". Pretentious.

And Luo Xianzhi, who knows how to pretend, but doesn't bother to pretend, would rather be stubborn to be misunderstood and blamed than to give in and apologize. He silently makes a note in his heart, waits for the opportunity, and redoubles his counterattack.

"I hope my father can decorate the study before grandpa comes to the United States. Before that, I will not come back."

Leaving such a sentence, Luo Xianzhi ignored Luo Wusheng's obstruction, pulled his suitcase that he hadn't opened since he stepped into the Luo's villa, and left gracefully.

From the very beginning, she had no intention of living here.

————————————————————— On behalf of the author, I am starting to move towards the dividing line between family dog ​​blood ethics dramas and proofs or Korean entertainment ———————— ———————————

The phone by the bed kept ringing, over and over again.

One hand reached out from under the quilt and fumbled for the phone.

"hello..."

"Park Jay, I'm lost."

"What?!" Jay Park lifted his spirits, sat up suddenly from the bed, and rubbed his weedy hair, "Are you... Luo Xianzhi?"

"I'm at XXX intersection, hurry up and save me, beep beep~"

"Where is XXX Road, you can explain it to me!" Angrily throwing the phone on the bed, Jay Park yawned, and got up from the bed with a squid.

Intermittent snow.

Occasionally, one or two pedestrians hurried past on the road, leaving footprints of different shades.

Jay Park drove a black Audi, slowly looking for the child who claimed to be lost along the road.

The red coat stands out against the snow-white, and not far away, there is a bright yellow suitcase.

Jay Park looked through the window for a long time, then unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car.

Luo Xianzhi squatted in the snow, rubbing a snowball in his hand, his fair cheeks and fingers were flushed from the cold.

"Luo Xianzhi?" Pu Zaifan called hesitantly.

=_=Is Luo Xianzhi, who is usually cool and flamboyant, really still childlike, squatting on the ground and playing in the snow childishly?

"I also want to say, if you still don't come after 5 minutes, these will all be filled in your mouth." Throwing away the snowball in his hand, Luo Xianzhi stood up and patted the snowflakes off his shoulders.

Pu Zaifan looked down at the ground, there were dozens of large and small snowballs at Luo Xianzhi's feet, each of which was quite heavy.

"So ruthless?!"||⊙︿⊙It turned out that it wasn't childlike innocence, but making a murder weapon.

"Two hours and 21 minutes, from the time I called you to the time it took for you to appear in front of my eyes, I decided whether I should go to shi or not!"

"Boss! You called me so suddenly, I have to prepare before I can go out, okay?" Park Jae-fan almost knelt down and cried out for injustice, put Luo Xianzhi's suitcase into the trunk of the car, and opened the door of the passenger seat , "Where do I want to take you? Fuyou?"

Luo Xianzhi sat in and fastened his seat belt: "The hotel, but it's best to take me to have breakfast first."

"When did you return to the United States?" Start the car, put the gear on, step on the accelerator, and the black Audi moves forward steadily. "I remember your home is near here, and it's not far from Fuyou Orphanage. How could you get lost?"

"Actually...you were called out to be the driver simply because you couldn't get a taxi." Luo Xianzhi looked at Park Zaifan, and smiled with bright eyes and bright teeth, which was very vicious.

Jay Park choked, feeling resentment in his heart: Pulling me out of the warm bed early in the morning is to let me be the driver, the driver, the driver! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ Are we good friends?!

Luo Xianzhi: (＊￣︶￣＊) Friends, we should act when it is time to act, and use it when it is time to do it, so that our friendship can last for a long time and last forever.

Really, really, really shameless!

The heater in the car made Luo Xianzhi's face redder and redder. When waiting for the red light, Park Zaifan glanced casually and found the faintly visible palm print on her overly red right cheek.

Jay Park almost stepped on the accelerator instead of the brake.

Σ(°△°|||)︴Is this a palm print?Who on earth would dare to beat Luo Xianzhi, a monstrous evildoer? !

"Did you get beaten?"

Luo Xianzhi glanced at Park Zaifan lightly.

Realizing that his tone was too cheerful, Jay Park swallowed his saliva, with a serious face: "Tell Oppa, Oppa will help you call back!"

"Ah..." Luo Xianzhi sighed faintly, "I'm dedicating myself to art."

"It's too esoteric... speak human language."

"Isn't there often such a scene in TV dramas and movies? Actor A is slapped by actor B, and then the corner of his mouth will bleed. I doubt the authenticity of this plot..."

"Do you think I'm stupid =_=!" Park Jay-fan glanced at her, "Are you the kind of person who will do experiments on himself? I'm really curious that you will also rush up and give me a slap and test your understanding of truth."

"I was discovered by you, I'm sorry, I didn't expect that after you returned to the United States, your IQ had a qualitative leap, and you became a lot smarter."

"Thank you so much for your compliment..."

These two are simply the representatives of the best bad friends.