Don't throw rubbish into the river of the river god!

When the temperamental fairy said the confession words with a straight face, the surrounding students and passers-by were silent for a moment.

However, they were only silent for a moment. After recovering from their senses, they looked around to see if there was anyone secretly holding a mobile phone or a camera to take pictures. out of place guy.The people from Biyi have long been familiar with it——

After all, there are people who hang out at the gate in strange clothes almost every day, and there are people who put two ears on their heads and tie a tail behind them, saying that they are fox spirits, and fox spirits and snake spirits are just trivial things. A hot search by passers-by was that a young man wearing only a grass skirt and almost looking like a man said that he was the god of Wushan Mountain, and he had to come out to ask for help because the mountain pillar was stolen.

Although this young man was really resolute and his muscles were really good-looking, in the end he was taken away by the police uncle in a serious manner and detained for five days.

But this young man, who claims to be a mountain god, has also become popular, and is now a well-known... fitness and outdoor mountaineering blogger on the Internet.As a result, there were more "strange people" who came to Bicheng Academy of Art and expected to become popular.

Therefore, everyone's doubts about He Qinglan were only for a moment, and then they thought in their hearts, what kind of personality did this fairy man with a prosperous and beautiful face make for himself?

He was holding a lively black carp in his hand, and he was talking about paying tribute. Maybe it was related to some god?

And the young owner of the beautiful and clean pancake stall that he chose showed a cold smirk after a pause for a few seconds: "My lord, this is a small business that needs money more than peace, So I can’t make an offering, five yuan for a piece of cake, six yuan for an egg, do you want it?”

Lord River God slowly raised his slender eyebrows.

"But you have a lot of bad luck, and you already have the appearance of death. If you don't make an offering, you may not survive today. Do you really want to live?"

Qi Xiaoyuan's hand, which was adding sauce, stopped suddenly, and his lowered eyebrows and eyes raised like knives and shot at He Qinglan.

Qi Xiaoyuan is [-] tall, with thick eyebrows, thin eyes, high nose and thin lips. Even wearing an apron can't make him any more friendly. He has a fierce and handsome appearance.It's okay if he doesn't have an expression normally, but when his slender eyes stare at you, it will always make people feel a little bit chilly.

Passers-by around: Hiss! !Is this also a fortune teller?But this fairy man found the wrong person!Even if the young master was bullied by his family and could only come out to sell pancakes, he couldn't be fooled casually!

"No amount of bad luck will kill me." Qi Xiaoyuan snorted coldly, planning not to talk to this good-looking but bad-minded young man.

It's just that the young man's next sentence almost burned his hands.

"...Okay. Anyway, your grandfather will follow you after you die. I wish you a reunion."

He Qinglan sighed regretfully looking at this young man who was not too eye-catching, he had no choice but to find another believer.

It's just that when he turned around, the tall stall owner directly stretched out his hand to grab his arm. Of course, Mr. Heshen couldn't grab it, but he grabbed He Qinglan's sleeve.

"what did you just say?"

He Qinglan looked at this man with nervous and cautious eyes, turned around again and said, "I will offer you a cake, and I will keep you safe all day."

Lord River God paused for a moment, and added: "If you make an offering every day, you will be safe for the rest of your life. Birth, old age, sickness, death, and active actions are not counted."

Qi Xiaoyuan stared at He Qinglan, seriously thinking about whether this person was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid.It was only when he met the pair of eyes that were too calm and clear that he realized that the pupils of this person were dark blue and almost black in color. After looking at them for a long time, it seemed that his soul was pulled away.

He withdrew his hand abruptly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll offer you two offerings, can I keep my grandfather safe by the way?"

When he said the latter sentence, Qi Xiaoyuan felt that he was simply crazy.

He actually believed in a guy who looked like a liar, but it was probably because of the worries and expectations that had been in his heart for so long that he believed everything.

He Qinglan stared at the bad luck on his head, and finally nodded: "It's not dead, and your family is a local in Linhe. It should be fine."

Qi Xiaoyuan didn't understand the conditions of Linhe locals, but he breathed a sigh of relief when He Qinglan nodded, as if the shadow that had been weighing on his heart was finally dispelled, he seriously put the pancakes on the fruit Add various ingredients, as if you are really making an "offering".

"Spicy food?"

"Leave it alone."

"Where are the green onions and cilantro?"

"No green onions. And arrange them neatly."

The young man's voice is like clear flowing water, which makes people feel pleasant, as if it can soothe the anxiety in people's hearts.

"You... Since you bless me, cough, what's your name?"

Curious passers-by and scouts who secretly gathered around stretched their ears and necks. This is the name of a great fairy man!

He Qinglan stood next to the booth, looking at the river that was only one street away, cleaner than the previous area, but still dry and ruined, and said in a very soft voice:

"My surname is He, and my first name is Qinglan."

When he said his name, the surrounding wind suddenly rose.The dry river on the opposite side also seemed to sense something, and the tiny flowing water jumped slightly.

"He Qinglan?"

The people around felt a little familiar when they heard the name, as if they had heard it somewhere.

Until the young stall owner stopped adding ingredients in his hands, cut the biscuits neatly into two, put them in paper bags and handed them to him, "Is it He Qinglan from Qinglan River?"

As a result, passers-by watching saw the fairy man who took the "tribute cake" bend his eyebrows and show a beautiful smile: "Yes."

"It's He Qinglan of Qinglan River."

He is the river, and the river is him.

"Damn it!!" Someone yelled in a low voice, stimulated by that overly beautiful smile. "Hastily is a goddamn god, right? Is it really okay to grow up like this?!"

"...This is the second time I've been stunned by someone's laugh. I thought it would never be possible for anyone to compare with my natal male god, but! From today onwards, I have another natal male god!!! "

"Isn't the male god of your natal life the water boss? Do you compare this guy with the water boss? Although he is indeed good-looking, he can't be better than the water god! It's far behind! The water boss Rich! Hugely rich! Tall and long legs! Impressive temperament! Even if he is the king of the mouth, he will not lose half of his demeanor, and this person can also compare with the water boss?!"

So people around soon began to discuss the topic of "male god", and several scouts who had already been eager to try finally stopped waiting, and rushed to He Qinglan desperately handing business cards.

"Mr. He Qinglan? I'm a professional scout for Watermelon Entertainment! Does Mr. Qinglan intend to develop in the entertainment industry? The artist treatment of our Watermelon Entertainment is the best in its class, and the contracts are transparent and notarized. Absolutely newcomers entering the entertainment industry The best choice in the circle!"

"Xiaohe, don't listen to this nonsense. His company is just a third-rate small company. What's the use of good treatment without resources? Come to our Banana Entertainment! Our Banana Entertainment is a first-class entertainment and brokerage company. As long as you come, you will be an A Sign the contract! The first love goddess Ji Xiaoyu and the popular traffic Liu Rufeng are all picked up by our Banana Entertainment, and you will be next to them!"

"Banana Entertainment has too many secret operations. A few days ago, there were artists suing them. Mr. He came to our Strawberry Entertainment Company. We are an old-fashioned brokerage company. Zhou Tianwang is our artist!"

"I'm dying of laughter. How long has your Strawberry Entertainment been in decline? You know how to talk about Zhou Tianwang every day. Why don't you say that after Zhou Tianwang, you don't have any great artists anymore? Qinglan, don't go to Strawberry, or Our big pineapple is reliable!"

There were at least six or seven talent scouts dressed in different clothes, ages and genders holding business cards and chatting around He Qinglan, stunned the passers-by and students around.

They knew that scouts would sometimes show up at the gate of the school looking for artists, but in order to avoid being entangled, the scouts would not take the initiative to reveal their identities, and would do some cover-ups and disguises.After all, there are so many people who want to be artists, but not many people really have that qualification. Most of the time, a person is spotted by a talent scout and leaves after being given a business card.

As a result, now, six scouts are crowded together, selling their company like melons and vegetables.It can be seen how optimistic they are about the fairy man who eats cakes.

"I didn't know that Big Pineapple Company would have scouts here..."

"Stop talking, it's the first time I've seen Strawberry's talent scout reveal her identity, okay? I always thought she was a food blogger!"

"The fairy man is so charming, isn't he just good-looking?! I want to be robbed by the brokerage company even if I am so sour."

"You say he's a fairy man, so it doesn't look good. Hey, wait, why did the uncle selling steamed buns stand up? Damn, he took out a business card from his pocket?! Those six The agent gave way to him!! My mother, is the uncle who sells the buns also a scout?!"

"No way, uncle has been setting up a stall here for three years! No one has ever seen him give a business card?!"

Then, under everyone's shocked eyes, the uncle who sells steamed buns was as polite as if he had suddenly changed, and handed the bronzing business card in his hand to He Qinglan:

"Little friend. My son Song Qian has opened an entertainment company and is recruiting outstanding newcomers. If you want to enter the entertainment industry, why not try it?"

Passerby: "Song Qian? Fuck it, it's Song Qian!!!"

"The overlord who is second only to Shui Boss, God of Wealth Entertainment Song Qian, every day!"

He Qinglan took a look at the overly shiny bronzing business card, and firmly refused:

"Sorry old man. I have no plans to enter the entertainment industry. I have more important things to do."

The old man selling steamed buns didn't seem to have expected that someone would reject Fortune Entertainment, but he wasn't angry, instead he looked at He Qinglan with a smile: "That's it. What more important things do you have to do? It's convenient Tell me?"

He Qinglan nodded solemnly: "I want to pick up trash."

The old man: "...?"

Six agents: "?!"

Onlookers: "????"

Fairy man, you really don't have a good brain, don't you! ! !

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Note: About the scouts, the stupid author made up his own nonsense, don't believe it!dog head.Also changed the uncle who sells pancakes to a young man~

He Qinglan: Yangou finally came, but instead of going to the entertainment industry, they have to pick up trash.

Agents: This is the first time I hear such... Wei Guangzheng's reason for rejection, ah!

Shui Wuyuan: Wait a second, I'll be here soon!