I'm a mustard omega

I didn't expect my creditor Yan Jiuxiaoyan, an old profiteer, to play cosplay in addition to unequal treaties and live-action card games, and he also played it so proficiently and unearthly, even my pair of 24K titanium alloy dog ​​eyes that almost turned into a microscope Didn't see it.

The photographer who worked hand in hand with him, under the coercion and lure of my spicy mustard-flavored pheromone and my brother's exclusive Alpha skill that can freeze people to death, sold Yan Jiuxiao quickly and happily clean up.

I figured it out, the week that Yan Jiuxiao made himself as indulgent as he was, was not looking for a blind date for me, he was playing cosplay!

I watched my hundred 9000-year dream bubbles shatter into a pile of scum, and all turned into my creditor, Yan Jiuxiaoyan, an old profiteer, and I wanted to cry without tears.

I think Yan Jiuxiao's brain circuit is really strange.

If you are interested in others, don't tell them directly, you have to go to such great lengths to dig a hole and let people jump into his hole!

However, since he is so keen on digging holes, I figured I might as well help him make them bigger.

So I immediately spent a lot of money to buy all the tidbits of Yan Jiuxiao's cosplay, and then I was forced to stand on my head in the toilet until dawn.

After finally staying up until dawn, my hands were sore and my legs were weak. My head was dilated several times.

I squinted my big black eyes and crawled back to my bedroom dying of breath. I secretly found a tired face from the pile of tidbits that were indistinguishable from a brain-dead. Suspected of indulgence. Du's photo was sent to Yan Jiuxiao: "Does this photo look familiar to you?"

Two or ten minutes after the message was sent, Yan Jiuxiao ignored me.

I guess he's either blacklisted me for absconding, or he's still sleeping in.

I kept on doing it, and sent ten more photos in a row, threatening menacingly: "Big liar! I have all the sand sculpture photos of your cosplay failures in my hand. If you ignore me again, I will post them all on my Weiwei blog for you." , Let the people of the whole country know you!"

Two seconds later, the old rascal Yan Jiuxiaoyan, who was sleeping late, finally heard something. Instead of replying to my message, he called directly.

The day before because I accidentally marked Yan Jiuxiao and was forced to sign a series of unequal treaties, I naturally couldn't let go of this god-given opportunity to win a round for myself and squeezed Yan Jiuxiao hard. As soon as the phone was connected, I Immediately, he put on a full posture and suffocated his confidence, and scolded Yan Jiuxiao bloody.

When I scolded until my mouth was dry and my voice was hoarse, my face was red and my neck was thick, Yan Jiuxiao asked cautiously and weakly: "You, you know everything?"

"Nonsense!" I slapped the table and shouted in a hoarse voice aggressively, "Come here!"

Yan Jiuxiao's car was much faster than mine. In less than 10 minutes, he was already neatly dressed and standing in my study room where the drawing paper and brushes were flying all over the sky.

"Listen to my explanation." Yan Jiuxiaoyan, an old profiteer who is proficient in cosplay, faced a hundred 9000-year-old sins of pretending to be me. husky.

"Don't listen!" I interrupted him with righteous words and bluntly, and swept out a small space on my kennel-like workbench, and picked up the stack of sales. Throw it up.

Yan Jiuxiao shrank her neck in fright, and asked tremblingly, "You, what are you doing?"

"Why?" I sneered, picked up a paintbrush and turned over the first page of the "Rules for Spare Tires" and drew a vicious line on the first article of Party A and Party B's signature and stamp, "From now on, I will It's the male lead, you're the spare tire."

Yan Jiuxiao: "..."

Me: "What, do you have an opinion?"

Yan Jiuxiao: "Don't dare."

"Regulations on Spare Tires) is [-] pages long, with a total of [-] treaties. I don't know how Yan Jiuxiao's brain hole was opened. I only know that my nerves are numb and dizzy when I draw lines. smoked.

Yan Jiuxiao watched me dance and change more than half of the "Rules for Spare Tires", and then weakly suggested: "Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome."

"Speak directly!" I drew another flip line viciously, and coldly gave the culprit a sharp eye.

Yan Jiuxiao, with thick nerves, rough skin and thick flesh, easily resisted my gaze, and replied innocently without changing his face: "You can mark me directly."

I:"……"

I have learned a lot from a pit, and I have an intuition that this is a trap. I am not a fool, so I will not jump into it.

I ignored him, and continued to hold my paintbrush that was about to go away like my finger and continued to paint for another half an hour with determination.

Half an hour later, a brand new "Spare Tire Code" that redefines the hero and the spare tire appeared in my hand shining like a cloud, and I slapped it on Yan Jiuxiao's chest.

Yan Jiuxiao was flattered and turned the "Rules for Spare Tires" from beginning to end, but I was as angry as a dead dog, with my big black eyes pinching my tired and cramped paws and collapsed on the workbench.

After a night without sleep and waking up early to engage in such strenuous activities, I feel tired and sleepy, and I have already stepped into the palace of Hades with one foot.

but--

The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard.

I used my cramped paws to open up my upper and lower eyelids that never want to be integrated, and said to Yan Jiuxiao righteously: "The first rule of the "Regulations on Spare Tires", the spare tire must serve the male lead wholeheartedly. The heart of the fetus belongs to the hero, the body of the spare tire belongs to the hero, and everything about the spare tire belongs to the hero. Punitive measures by any means (including but not limited to marking and discarding indiscriminately), and there shall be no objection to the spare tire."

"so?"

"That's why I want to go on a blind date with you from today!" I was so dizzy that I didn't understand what this had to do with the first article, but I still added righteously, "Objection is invalid!"

Yan Jiuxiao: "No!"

I--

As soon as I loosened my claws, the upper and lower eyelids immediately closed together again.

Yan Jiuxiao really won't shed tears if he doesn't see the coffin, and his heart won't die until the Yellow River.

I raised my eyelids again, followed Yan Jiuxiao's example and threw him two pieces of white cardboard with ghostly symbols that I couldn't recognize myself, and said to him coldly: "Two paths, choose yourself."

"I choose the third option!"

Yan Jiuxiaoyan, an old profiteer, doesn't play his cards according to the routine at all, and the skills I have acquired with great difficulty are actually useless.

"Article three?"

My almost funny brain was crunching like broken copper and iron, and Yan Jiuxiao was already lying flat on my kennel-like workbench: "Yes, mark me!"

I--

I think the "Spare Tire Rules" that I spent more than an hour revising may be just a pile of waste paper, and the punishment regulations that are no different from the sky falling to me are actually something Yan Jiuxiao can't wait for.

The flattened Yan Jiuxiao once again vividly demonstrated the profiteering instinct: "According to the "Spare Tire Code" punishment regulations, the male protagonist has the right to take any punishment measures against the spare tire (including but not limited to marking and always.disorderly.finally) .abandoned), if you don’t mark me, you are also violating the contract.”