After binding the defective product system, I became a group favorite

When Cen Yang woke up in bed the next day, he was a little dazed. He had no memory of what happened last night, and he had no idea how he got into bed, so he asked the system: [Who did you see yesterday? Did you get me into the room? 】

The system was silent for two seconds, and said: [Dear, I don't know, I fell asleep too. 】

Does the system sleep too?Cen Yang was puzzled, but he didn't take this matter to heart, so he got up and went to wash up.

The school is also very lively these days. May is the time for graduates to hold their graduation ball every year. The atmosphere of the graduation season is full of hustle and bustle but with a hint of sadness. The two girls were excitedly discussing which haute couture shop their gowns were made in. The gowns, Cen Yang was boring. He didn't remember if anyone informed him about the prom. Even if he did, he didn't. He intends to participate, after all, he has no one who wants to invite dancers, and there is a high probability that no one will invite him to dance.

Cen Yang himself does not have much interest in or talent for art, and he spends most of his time in class wasting his time. These days, he used the time in class to read through the materials of Shen Heng and Yu Ting, and by the way, he also took a look at some influential figures on Starnet. Get to know them all, and prepare for possible follow-up strategies.

In a blink of an eye, it was the eve of the dance, and Cen Yang sent a note to the director, planning to take a good rest at home the next day, or find an excuse to follow him to the military headquarters, and find a way to create a chance to get along with Shen Heng.

"I'm back." Cen Yang pushed open the door and shouted, "Is anyone home?"

Usually at this time, when Auntie is at home, Shen Yanzhi can be added at most. Shen Heng and Cen Lang must still be in the military headquarters, but today, as soon as Cen Yang came out of the entrance, he saw that everyone at home was actually there, and there was one more well-dressed middle-aged man.

"Yangyang is back? Come here quickly." Before Shen Yanzhi's uniform was changed, Da Ma sat on the sofa and greeted him, "Please come and try on the clothes that Mr. Ji made for you, no Fit and adjust."

Cen Yang looked at the strange man in surprise, who got up and said to him, "Hello, young master Cen, my surname is Ji, and he has a family tradition of making suits."

The surname is Ji... Cen Yang suddenly remembered the information he had read a few days ago, most of the custom-made suits worn by Bai Yunhe, the richest man in the empire, were made by Ji's family, and a trend of Ji's custom-made suits was also set off in the business circle. The trend of suits has brought this old handmade custom suit shop with a history of nearly a thousand years to the forefront.

"Hello, hello," Cen Yang said quickly, and then looked at Shen Yanzhi with some confusion, "Uncle, why did you suddenly think of making clothes for me?"

Shen Yanzhi smiled: "Aren't you going to the prom? We, Yangyang, have grown up too. The clothes the two of them wore when they graduated were also made by Mr. Ji, and it's the same for you now."

Shen Yanzhi's eyes flicked over Shen Heng and Cen Lang, and he said with a smile: "I saw the two of them on the road, and I said I made clothes for you, and both of them ran back to look at your new clothes, no one has seen you before. Dress up."

Last time Cen Yang made a special gown for his coming-of-age ceremony, but it was destroyed by the explosion as soon as he got on.

"Okay." Cen Yang took off his schoolbag and took off his shirt. Before anyone could stop him, he saw a pair of butterfly bones shrinking and stretching in front of his eyes. Cen Yang's skin was white and his figure was thin. The young man had a youthful and vigorous body shape when he was not yet fully mature. His shoulders were not too wide, but his waist was slender and well proportioned. The naked upper body wearing trousers made his legs surprisingly slender.

This scene hit Shen Heng's eyes, causing his pupils to shrink suddenly.

"Yangyang!" Cen Lang scolded directly, "There are guests at home, why are you so casual? Go back to your room!"

Cen Yang, who was about to take off his trousers, stuck out his tongue when he heard the words, said "Oh", and ran to the nearest guest room on the first floor while pressing his belt.

After a while, a voice came from the guest room: "Brother, I didn't take any clothes!"

Cen Lang gritted his teeth, stood up holding his breath, smiled stiffly at Mr. Ji, picked up the pure white gift box he brought, opened the door and threw it in.

After another ten minutes, the door of the guest room opened, and Cen Yang came out.

The thin body is wrapped in well-cut crisp fabrics, and the neat lines outline the straight shoulders and smooth waist and abdomen lines, and the pair of long legs are set off to be long and straight.

There was silence in the living room for a while, Cen Yang coughed lightly, a little uncomfortable: "Well, does it look good?"

Good-looking is not only good-looking, Mr. Ji's eyes, which have measured countless body data and been soaked in the beauty of lines and fabrics for many years, lingered on Cen Yang for a long time, and his eyes were full of surprise.

The data scanned by the instrument was quite accurate. Cen Yang's clothes fit perfectly. Mr. Ji only changed a few small places to make Cen Yang move more comfortably, so he bid farewell to several people.

The guards of the Shen family escorted him out of the central area, got on the suspension car he had parked outside the central area, and entered the destination. Half an hour later, the car stopped outside a hot spring villa halfway up the mountain. Mr. Ji got out of the car with tools. Followed an old gentleman with gray hair into the villa.

In the steaming hot spring pool, white mist rose up, covering the two figures indistinctly. Only one tall and thin could be vaguely distinguished. Laughter and the sound of splashing water could be heard from time to time in the hot spring pool.The butler stepped forward and said something, only to hear a "crash", the tall man got up from the pool, pulled the bathrobe on the side and put it on, the front was wide open, tight muscles and slender legs at a glance There is nothing left, and you can still see the water droplets slowly sliding down from the skin.

He walked barefoot on the cobblestone path, sat on the deck chair casually, and said to Mr. Ji: "Have you finished making clothes for your new guest?"

Mr. Ji said: "Yes, Mr. Bai."

"That's the one you mentioned, the child with perfect body proportions?" Bai Yunhe said lazily, he leaned back on the chair with a relaxed and comfortable air.During the conversation, another person from the hot spring also came out just now. It was a young boy with a clean face. He changed into his bathrobe in the dressing room next to him, the belt was tightly tied, and he was sitting on his knees Bai Yun and his side scratched their chins like teasing a cat.

Mr. Ji's eyes ignited a flame like seeing a muse: "Yes...he is even more amazing than I imagined, I have never seen such a beautiful body, every size is amazingly just right, I press it His body data made a model, but it is far from as beautiful as seeing the deity."

Bai Yunhe became interested: "How do you look?"

Mr. Ji shook his head blankly: "I didn't notice."

"Tch... idiot." Bai Yunhe laughed and cursed, and stood up, "Help me make clothes for the auction and reception."

The next day, Cen Yang, who was bought by his parents for new clothes, had to go if he wanted to, or if he didn't.

Forget it, at worst, just sit in the corner all night, eat something, and get over it after a while.Cen Yang planned well, but a "man of the hour" like him always seemed unable to stay quietly.

At six o'clock in the evening, the school's auditorium opened, and graduates filed in.The students who have just grown up put on grand gowns, blending youthfulness and maturity wonderfully, with beautiful clothes and laughter everywhere.

Cen Yang stepped into the auditorium slowly. He was alone, but his steps were calm, and he did not appear embarrassed. Although he was silent, he was still seen by the students nearby, and spread to the entire auditorium. Looking from this side, Gu Chong, who was sitting on the sofa with a glass of champagne, also saw Cen Yang at the door through overlapping figures, his eyes deepened.

Because of Cen Yang's previous behavior, he has been very quiet recently, he has not found new people, and he rarely shows up in public. This time, he does not plan to dance.

The red hair still followed Gu Chong, following his line of sight, the expression on his face changed: "Damn it, he looks pretty good dressed like this."

"Clothes make a man, which company made his clothes, can you see the logo?" Another person asked.

Red Mao raised his wrist to open his personal terminal, zoomed in on the camera again and again, and finally saw a cursive letter J on the corner of Cen Yang's clothes: "'J'? What is it, I haven't seen it before, it must be a random brand."

Gu Chong took a deep breath: "It's Ji's family, idiot."

He remembered that when he participated in a certain national piano competition before, his father asked Mr. Ji to help him make a suit. Not to mention the reservation was made more than three months in advance, and he paid a staggeringly expensive price.

Hongmao apologized with a smile: "I don't know much, brother Chong. But... no matter how well he dresses, why don't you want to..."

He showed a wretched smile, Gu Chong lowered his eyes, and tapped the table with his index finger.

After the principal delivered his speech, the dance began. The sound of music was flowing in the Kuangkuo auditorium. Couples of young people stepped onto the dance floor. Cen Yang was always standing alone at the long dining table, and everyone around him walked away intentionally or unintentionally. Far away, forming a vacuum around him, the person involved didn't feel anything, and in the eyes of others, he felt a little lonely and out of place.

"Brother Chong?"

Gu Chong stood up and said with some compassion: "I'll go and accompany him."

"Brother Chong, you are really tolerant."

Gu Chong said helplessly: "No matter what, he's still my boyfriend..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a small commotion coming from Cen Yang. Looking over, he saw Yu Ting came to the auditorium at some point, standing beside Cen Yang, and extended an invitation to him with a smile: "Want to dance with me, Yangyang?"

The people who were still on the dance floor a second ago have quietly evacuated, and the spotlight and music shrouded the emptiness.

Cen Yang was a little surprised by Yu Ting's appearance. He reached out to touch the tissue, but before he got it, he saw Yu Ting picked up the napkin and gently wiped the corners of his mouth.

Cen Yang laughed, and there was a little pride and imperceptible coquettishness in his voice: "I want to do the male step."

Yu Ting was as generous and gentle as ever: "Okay."