Dressed as overturned green tea Omega after Neptune

The A4 paper waited outside for a long time, turned left and right, and felt wronged: [What's going on, why haven't you come out yet?Nor send a message. 】

【We've never been apart, he didn't think I could eat, and wanted to get rid of me a long time ago, so he sneaked away through the back door, right? 】

[No, you can't just sit and wait. 】

It immediately conjures a communicator dial on the A4 paper, connects immediately after beeping, and said pitifully: [Ayu, it’s a big deal, I won’t eat it in the future, don’t abandon me.I'm homeless and I don't know anyone but you, so poor! 】

"A Zhi." A low voice came from the opposite side.

Bo Yu was still willing to talk to it, and affectionately called him Ah Zhi, which made the A4 paper heave a sigh of relief, revealing a contented dimpled silly white and sweet emoji, and acted softly: [I'm here. 】

"Help!"

The A4 paper was stunned, and the cute emoji package was swept away in an instant, and the whole paper disappeared after a burst of light. A thin and handsome boy appeared in front of the clubhouse, and said calmly and restrainedly: [What's wrong with you?what happened? 】

"I...they forced me...Ah Zhi...farewell..." The intermittent voice seemed to be unspeakable, extremely weak, as if he was about to die in the next moment.

The communicator was suddenly suspected to be violently intercepted by an external force.

The A4 paper was pale and ugly, and strode towards the clubhouse.

"Wait, you don't have a membership, you can't..."

The A4 paper gave the other party a cold look.

The gatekeepers who rushed to stop him in an instant all seemed to be frozen, maintaining the posture of that instant without moving.

A human body sculpture that walks all the way.

The A4 paper grabbed the neck of one of the senior managers: [Where was the good-looking person who just entered? 】

After asking, before the other party answered, he suddenly remembered something: 【Almost forgot. 】

Throwing the opponent aside as a sculpture, he immediately scratched at the wall next to him.

A portal appeared out of thin air on the wall.

The A4 paper stepped in, and the deafening music and cheering audience came oncoming.

I thought that I would see Bo Yu who was coerced into a life-and-death crisis in the next moment, but I didn't expect it to be the same scene as a concert, and the A4 paper was stunned.

The sweet and lively singing voices of the girls came from the surrounding players, which is the song of StarCraft's popular girl group.

However, on the stage where the lights were focused, the person who was dancing the women's group dance was a young man with a handsome appearance who was almost shining.

The light hit his face, and the perfect face was projected on the big screen, ensuring that audiences at any distance could enjoy each other's performance up close and not miss every expression.

The young man's slender and slightly curly eyelashes are almost clear, his eyes are so beautiful that his heartbeat is half-closed, his face is unlovely and calm, but his body is honestly dancing to the rhythm of the music, which is very cute.

"Ah, he is so white and handsome! How can he be so handsome!"

"I'm going to faint Ancient Seven, I'm going to spend money on him to get the top card!"

"Ah, is he shy? He has no expression all the time, so cute."

"It's so cute, why is there such a good-looking and cute person, who even looks so good-looking when he dances a girl troupe with his face paralyzed? Ah, I'm dead."

The A4 paper stared blankly, smiled unconsciously, followed the rhythm of Bo Yu dancing on the stage, and called with the surrounding audience.

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In the cute, sweet, sexy and playful girl group music, surrounded by lights and the cheering and calling of mountains and tsunamis, Bo Yu felt that she was gradually dying.

"I knew that if I played a live-action RPG game, I would be forced to dance in public. When I saw the game architect in the library, I should have knelt down and proposed to him."

Thinking of the voice of the person in charge of the clubhouse: "Young people, don't be so stereotyped when you are young, don't look at uncle, I look very rough, in fact, I am also a cultural person and artist who loves cultural and creative arts. Do you want to call the police? Here, report it, but you have to understand that it is not illegal to dance in a girl group in any galaxy, but it is not illegal to recruit students from the slums of famous schools, fraudulent consumption, non-repayment of debts, and false police reports. Expelled from school."

So, Bo Yu only had time to confess a last word to the A4 paper before being pushed onto the stage with a look of lovelessness.

Bo Yu didn't even know how he got off the show.

Backstage.

Brother Biao, the person in charge of the club, looked gratified and intoxicated, swayed his body with the rhythm, and gave him two thumbs up.

"You see, everyone has a first time. Young people, be careful, let go after going all out once, and the money is very fast in this business. As long as you are shameless, follow the rhythm, give up yourself, and give your soul to music, communication, etc. To the art. The performance is very exciting, it will be better if there are more expressions next time, shameless is not shameless."

Bo Yu sat slumped on the chair, his handsome face was as calm as a sculpture, he raised his eyes and looked at Brother Biao expressionlessly: "Excuse me, is there any other business option? Didn't those three people just want to find a wine companion?"

The smile on Brother Biao’s face disappeared, and he looked at him with displeasure: "Young man, your thinking is very dangerous. Do you want immortals to jump on us? Our clubhouse is the most civilized and law-abiding. Look at you, you look so handsome. So handsome and good-looking, he was born entirely for the young ladies and exists for the dance of the girl troupe. How can he be so depraved in thinking that he can't think of betraying himself to accompany the wine? This is completely tarnishing art, which is unforgivable. You say si or not si?"

"Yes!" A group of thugs agreed without hesitation.

Brother Biao spread his hands to him.

Bo Yu pursed the corners of his lips with a look of lovelessness, sighed, and looked up at him blankly: "Brother, you have to have a bottom line to be a villain, and physical blows are enough? Why do you want to destroy the spirit?"

Brother Biao smiled and said nothing, and nodded understandingly after he finished speaking: "Although it is despicable, it is useful."

After finishing speaking, Brother Biao looked at the time and said with a smile: "Oh, the second performance is about to start, and it's time for you to perform on stage again. Do you like "KK"?"

The thug next to him said respectfully: "Brother, it's "TT"."

"Oh, it's TT."

Bo Yu looked up at the other party and blinked: "Aren't you an artist who was born to dance for girl groups? Why do you remember your name wrong?"

Brother Biao smiled kindly and kindly: "I repeat, I am a producer born for the value of art, and you are an art born for girl group dance, understand?"

Bo Yu nodded: "I know a rich man who will give you a lot of money. As long as you don't "TT"."

"What do you think of our Brother Biao?" The thug next to him asked immediately, "Is our Brother Biao the kind of person who has an eye for money?"

Brother Biao immediately raised his hand, stopped the thugs, and said with a look of detachment: "Look, I'm impulsive again. I often teach you that art should not be too impatient, but should be elegant and self-cultivated, worldly and pragmatic, and not blindly high-minded. We Young people should be given a chance to re-choose the art they have fought for all their lives—so, let’s talk, how much is that rich man willing to spend to rebirth your art career?”

Perhaps thinking of the billions of dollars in IOU incident, Brother Biao smiled slightly, and added: "Pay cash, alive, rich in this world?"

The author has something to say: As we all know, the villain who loves art is a good villain with style.

A good-looking male god dancing a female troupe dance is a good art.

Make Brother Biao big and put it on the public screen.

——The above advertising space is contracted by the Star Club, (money can be withdrawn).

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感谢在2020-08-1200:00:16~2020-08-1300:00:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: BAIYI1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 50 bottles of phosphorus pentoxide; 4 bottles of longevity;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!