Rebirth of Young Master Qingluo

"The second competition in the performance group is Yang Yang, and the dubbing group is Mr. Louos." Kimm paused and looked at the nervous Yang Yang: "Although Yang Yang is a newcomer, his progress is obvious to all, although the move of choosing Yang Yang this time is not enough. Be careful, but Yang Yang is indeed the most suitable candidate for this role. I hope everyone can work together to support each other. Instead of complaining to your teammates, you should practice harder and strive for every improvement."

Everyone should be, indeed, it is very risky to choose Yang Yang as an outsider, but Yang Yang did not disappoint them. Their hard work, talent, and interest are all obvious to all.

Yang Yang blushed slightly with embarrassment, but his attitude became more generous, and he nodded politely to Kim: "Thank you teacher, I will continue to work hard."

Kim responded with satisfaction, and then turned his gaze to Louis next to him, who suddenly felt a chill, and stared at him suspiciously and defensively.

Kim was helpless, and continued: "Mr. Louis is a professional dubbing team. Everyone knows very well, and I don't need to explain his strength. But..."

The corner of Louis' mouth twitched, and he snorted coldly: "But what?"

"I heard that Teacher Louis also tried Maiyin not long ago, but the results were not satisfactory."

Louis shrugged evilly and explained: "It's not a formal competition, so why are you so serious, but just try it casually, the score is nothing."

Kim pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose in satisfaction: "This is the best."

An Luo glanced at Louis lightly. At that time, his score was already very high, but it was not enough for the game.It turned out that the other party had reservations.

After arranging the important things, Kim checked the time. It was after [-] o'clock in the evening, and every team would go to the party initiated by the organizer, which was regarded as networking and celebration.

Seeing that the time was almost up, he clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.

"Go and change into your formal attire and attend the event. It's natural to face the media. If you can answer it, answer it. If you can't answer it, just avoid it. Okay, everyone, get ready."

Everyone was overjoyed, but felt that the boredom in their hearts had eased a lot, so they happily went to change their clothes and dispersed like birds and beasts.

The members of each team will not be too ugly. They put on suits and long skirts uniformly, and they suddenly look like gentlemen and ladies.

"Teacher, I won't go." An Luo walked to Kim's side. He had too many scars, and if he went, he would be criticized by others. Besides, he really didn't want to go.

Kim looked at him and saw that those black pupils were still clear and unwavering, but there was a trace of fatigue, so he knew that he didn't want to go, and he didn't force him: "Then go to bed early, don't think too much about today's affairs, and take care of yourself." Get some sleep."

An Luo nodded lightly: "Yes."

Seeing this, the others were delighted.Yang Yang wanted to stay, but Kim didn't allow it, so he had to give up.

Li She also looked envious, and almost lay on An Luo's body: "Lou, Luo, Luo, I really don't want to go, look at me, I'm all skinny!" He opened his sleeve to expose his arm, squeezed it with the other hand, and screamed miserably like the end of the world: "Look, let me tell you all about my muscles! Where are my muscles! Why are they gone! Network, network, Why am I so pitiful!"

An Luo let him lie on his stomach, and rubbed his swollen temples while listening to his mourning, feeling exhausted all over.He pushed Li She away, and said helplessly, "They all left, senior."

The others had already left the hall, leaving only the two of them.

Li She blinked. He was going to have some fun, but seeing his tired face, his heart sank, and he smiled and said, "Hey, then I have to leave too. You, Luo Luo, have a good rest."

"Ah."

Li She waved his hand, and left without taking a cloud. An Luo watched him off, and only looked away when the person walked away. Maybe it was too noisy before, and his ears were actually hurting.

An Luo gasped and sat down on the sofa, only to feel a splitting headache, so uncomfortable that she didn't even have the strength to stand up.He groaned in pain and was not in a hurry. He lay on the sofa for a few minutes before getting better. He stood up while pressing his temples, ready to go back to his room to rest.

When he turned around and went upstairs, he found that there was actually a person staring at him at the gate. He stared at him for a few seconds, and the other person snorted hard and left.Seeing that he was holding something in his hand, he thought he had dropped something and came back to pick it up.

An Luo turned her gaze away and went upstairs. Fortunately, the room was not far away, so she arrived soon.

He lay powerlessly on the bed, and just fell into a drowsy sleep.In a daze, he only felt the bone-chilling chill around him, so he subconsciously grabbed the quilt and covered him, but the chill still persisted.

Cold, very cold.

He wanted to find a place to keep warm, but the surroundings were so cold, and an inexplicable sadness suddenly filled his senses...

It's so uncomfortable... It's as if my whole heart is being strangled by something, it's so uncomfortable...

An Luo curled up, trembling as if she was in the ice and snow.As time passed, a drop of water slowly flowed out from the bottom of his eyes, wet the corners of his eyes.The watery light seemed irrepressible, and flowed out following his curling movements.

His breathing gradually stabilized, the tears in the corners of his eyes were wet with water, and the handsome and cold face of the young man was slightly sad and helpless.

In the silence, a low murmur gently overflowed from the corner of his mouth, so light, so shallow, helpless and confused, it was an emotion that youth had never had before, dependence and infatuation...

"Si...Si Yu..."

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Drunken red plum grove, green lake rippling.

The breeze blows through the forest branches that are still full of vitality in winter.The Qingtan is sparkling and the clear waves are undulating.

Looking from a distance, there is a little white mark in the center of the lake. Looking closely, it is only a small pavilion in the middle of the lake, and there is a person standing quietly in the pavilion.

The man was wearing a green shirt, the corners of which were slowly swaying in the wind.The plum petals in the distance swayed slightly with the wind, fluttering up and down one after another.It blows into the small pavilion in the lake and lands on the sandalwood chessboard.

The man in the green shirt quietly looked at the sky in the distance, as the chilly wind blew past his body, his clothes fluttering.In the silence, the sound of steady footsteps suddenly came from behind. Every time the footsteps were stepped, they were extremely calm.

The man in the green shirt squinted slightly, and saw the slender and strong fingers of the man in the dark blue dress behind him gently twisting a piece of pink plum petals, which was really beautiful.

The man looked up at him, with a smile on his deep and handsome face.

The cold wind was bitter, and the bleak wind knife cut his face, which added a bit of chill.

Those unfathomable eyes reflected the appearance of the man in the green shirt, he smiled softly, his magnetic and calm voice carried a slight smile, lazy and dangerous, as mellow as tasting fine wine, Captivating, he said: "This red plum is so beautiful, it's a pity that it fell."

The man in the green shirt looked down, and the petals twirled between his fingers were indeed beautiful, but he shook his head lightly: "Although it is beautiful, it is a pity to lose it, but it will grow again next year."

The person in the dark blue clothes smiled, and the magnetic voice that implied a smile was like a mellow wine, exuding a charming and dangerous atmosphere.I saw him gently let go of the plum petal at his fingertips, letting it float away with the breeze and fall into the water.Then he sat in front of the chess set: "I heard that Qingluo got a good sandalwood chess a few days ago, is this it?"

The man in the blue shirt was also sitting at the other end, his cold and low voice was like the sound of a precious instrument falling to the ground, without any emotion: "It's not a good game, but I like it."

The man smiled lowly, his thick and low voice was full of dangerous temptation.

"So, it's a good game."

Qingluo closed her eyes slightly, only to say yes.

The breeze blows, slightly cool.

The two sat quietly in the pavilion, the green hair holding the white, and the man holding the black.

On the sandalwood chessboard, nineteen textures criss-cross, black and white chess pieces slightly fall into it, it seems that the layout is plain, but in fact it implies murderous intent.

The white piece fell between her fingers, and Qingluo looked at the man in dark blue at the other end of the chess game, and sighed softly, "Your chess skills have improved a lot."

The man smiled lowly, and looked at the person in front of him with deep eyes: "The same goes for Qingluo."

Qingluo shook her head lightly, stroked her sleeves and pointed to the place where the black and white chess pieces were fighting, and said softly: "There is only one piece here, and the white piece will have no chance of life. Your move is really exquisite, and I have nowhere to go It can be broken. At this point in the game, it is over, I have lost."

The man pondered for a while, and suddenly picked up a sunspot and dropped it on the place where the chessboard implied vitality.

If the chess piece falls, the life will be cut off.

"In this way, the game can continue."

Qingluo was slightly stunned, the person opposite was still smiling gently and calmly, he felt helpless in a trance, so he was also a stickler, falling on the chessboard.

Holding a piece of chess and falling is also self-defeating.

The man in the green shirt looked up at the man opposite, and slowly chanted: "From now on, there will be two cleansings."

The weather suddenly turned cold, and when I looked up, I saw that the white snow that had finally stopped was falling again one after another.

The red plums by the lake are like fire, and the white snow is like silver, which is very beautiful.

The person sitting at one end of the chessboard frowned slightly, and under the watchful eyes of the man in green shirt, he slowly held his piece, landed on the chessboard again, suddenly lost his killing intent and became alive.

Gently rubbing between his fingers, the man raised his tone slightly, with a dangerous air of forbearance, and his voice was also slightly hoarse. He quietly looked at the man in the blue shirt, his voice was magnetic, mellow, dangerous and charming.

"You and I, we can't get along."

Qingluo closed her eyes slightly, she just felt that the snow was flying all over the sky, not so cold.Looking helplessly at the person in front of him again and again, with flirtatious long hair, clear and handsome, he smiled softly, but it was fleeting and disappeared with a snap of his fingers.

"Repent and regret the game, you and I are like that stubborn child."

"It's so...very good."