I became the President of the Federation by perfumery

Five years ago, the Imperial Inquisition.

Whispering and low-pitched cursing came from the auditorium.

There were too many people watching, not to mention how many floors were filled, even if there were vacant seats in the aisle, there would be crowds of people standing there.

The room was crowded and anxious, and outside the trial court, there were countless reporters waiting for news.

The unstoppable noise surrounded Zuo Lanyi.

No one wants to manage the environment and suppress the noise.People are only waiting for the judge to judge, and they don't even care about the final decency, the so-called court discipline and dignity.

After all, it was the boy standing in the middle, awaiting trial.

——he was useless.

What's the use of bothering to please someone?

This promising genius, the best student in the past 900 years, and a perfumer who has been rated tenth at the age of 16...

In the future, he probably won't be able to make incense anymore, and won't be able to play in the arena.

He is completely useless, and people are just waiting to get worse.

After all, what is better than entertainment programs is the fall of geniuses.

How glorious and proud that young man was.

All the timidity that had been intimidated by his talent before turned into sludge, and at this moment, it could be poured on him.

The judge dropped the gavel.

Deprivation of smell, ban for five years.

The result of this trial became the last straw.

All the whispered discussions suddenly turned into shouting and cursing.

Unpleasant, disgusting, and words with dirty words all rushed towards Zuo Lanyi.

People grabbed what they had at hand, whether it was a briefcase or paper, packed sandwiches or leftover nutritional supplements, and threw them all at him with the clamor.

He was still the pride of the interstellar not so long ago, but now he is only the target of public criticism.

He looked at his teacher, who had stepped down from the plaintiff's witness stand.

... explain it to him, make it clear to him.

Zuo Lanyi anxiously said to himself.

Tell him he didn't do it!He did none of those things!

And another voice sounded in his head.

... why explain it.

He had seen the truth with cold eyes.

The teacher who had taught him for ten years personally testified that he was dragged into the water, and he was condemned to a terrible death.

In this case, what else needs to be explained?

The crowd full of screams and curses pushed Zuo Lanyi forward with difficulty, pushing him past the teacher.

Just such a wrong effort.

Zuo Lanyi heard his teacher say in a gentle and elegant tone: "...he came from an orphanage after all, he is cruel and can't teach."

These words suddenly awakened Zuo Lanyi from the hallucination five years ago.

He woke up.

The noise around him hit him, and he saw his surroundings clearly and sorted out his situation.

He is now in the spectator stands of a game.

Yes, he came to watch the game.

He loosened his clenched fist.

In the past five years, he has always fallen into the hallucinations of that year, always dreaming back to the trial court back then.

I heard the judge's trial, the people's curses, and the teacher's words again and again.

——After all, he came from an orphanage. He is cruel and cannot be taught.

Raising him for ten years, from six to 16 years old, a full ten years.

Teach him how to mix incense and teach him etiquette.

Praise him for his unprecedented talent, and call him a good student and brother.

his teacher.

In the eyes of outsiders, his teacher is like a father and brother.

In the end, after causing him to lose everything and be covered in stigma, he only gave one sentence like this.

...Since this is the ending, why did you step into the orphanage, squat down, and hold his hand carefully?

In Zuo Lan's expression, there was a bit of darkness mixed in.

But no one saw it.

Because he was dressed in black. Although he was tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and sat upright, the hood covered his face tightly.

Except for the smooth jaw line, the entire face is wrapped in dark shadows.

Naturally, no one saw his expression.

He was dressed strangely, and almost all the people in the spectator seats of the stadium glanced at him a few times.

Looking at him secretly was not only because he was dressed in black, like a big bat.

It was also because he sat there casually, with an air of nobility that no one else could imitate, and even his back showed a sense of elegance, which looked like he was raised by a noble family.

Seeing him making a sudden movement, the elder brother next to him kindly spoke to him against his sense of aggression: "Little brother, are you asleep? The auditorium is so noisy, you can fall asleep? Pay attention to rest."

Zuo Lanyi just wanted to nod his thanks.

The elder brother turned around and continued his conversation with the back row.

"I just said that there is no so-called genius in the world! Zuo Lanyi, can he be called a genius?"

"He competes with contraband, of course he can package himself as a genius! Of course he has never lost a game since his debut! There is such a scum among perfumers, it's a pity that my whole family was his fan before!"

"You even betrayed your teammates! As soon as Zuo Lan is on the field, his brother gets stabbed twice in the ribs, can you bear it? Hahahahaha!"

"You can actually kill people on the field if you want to, so it's no wonder you ended up like this. You deserve it!"

"That is to say, perfumers are rare and precious, and an excellent perfumer is worth an elite army, so the imperial law stipulates a light sentence. What is a ban?! It should be the death penalty!"

As soon as Zuo Lan nodded, he didn't click anymore.

Want to sneer, or argue.

But in the past five years, all emotions seem to have drained away.

He had heard it too much.

Some people always think that it is just a suspension, and the suspension is nothing.

But a ban means deprivation of the sense of smell, which is equivalent to killing the perfumer.

Five years ago today, he fell from the peak to the bottom, was suspended and deprived of his sense of smell.

It only took one trial to go from "the proudest bright pearl in the interstellar world" to "that trash who is not worthy of being a perfumer".

His teammates took him to trial, and his teacher testified that he was heinous.

Five years ago, in a trance, it seems that thousands of years have passed.

He masters smells, he manipulates smells, his talent makes him different.

Deprivation of the sense of smell, like a mysterious world, is cut off from him and excludes him.

Just because his "ability" was forced to lose all.

He had been part of that magnificent and interesting world.

He has created fragrance, achieved dreams, proud and willful.

Then, he lost everything.

You can't even smell the smell of food, how can you survive the long night, facing the glory of the past when there is no one in the silence?

How to survive?

He was born with it, and suddenly lost it.

Why?

Why? !

Zuo Lan hated it from the bottom of his heart.

Those who harmed him did not show mercy.

Those who killed him knew this.

Knowing that if you want to destroy a perfumer, you don't have to squeeze or persecute.

How difficult it is to operate the death penalty, how not "merciful" or "magnanimous" enough.

Just make the perfumer lose his sense of smell and he'll go crazy himself, so why bother?

None of the suspended perfumers can return to the game.Because during the several years of suspension that was worse than death, less than one percent of the perfumers survived.

If you get over it, you are also a crazy and useless person.

I don't even have the courage to take a test tube, what kind of fragrance should I mix?What game?

Everyone wants him to be destroyed.

But those people, after all, don't know how cruel he can be to himself.

Today, five years later, his suspension period will be completely over, and the imprisonment of depriving his sense of smell implanted in his brain will disappear automatically.

He sat in the crowd, waiting for everything to come back.

Everything happens in this instant.

The last breath was still the same as usual, but the next breath, a flood of information flooded into my mind, and all the smells rushed to my face.

He seemed to be suffering from heatstroke, and fainted, as if he would pass out.

For a second, my mind went blank, and there was nothingness in front of my eyes.

In nothingness, all sensations lose their function.

All thoughts stagnated, and at this moment, cold sweat broke out all over his body, and he felt flustered and short of breath as if he had died once.

But in the end, he opened his eyes and came alive.

In the next moment, the organs that had not worked for five years returned to normal.

All kinds of smells in the world are his innate friends.

After five years of being alone, he came alive again.

He was sitting on the spectating seats of the arena, and the new works of the perfumers on the arena were being transmitted to the spectating areas on each floor through synchronous sensors.

Zuo Lanyi could smell the fragrance of roses and roses.

The smell of roses is light and rich.

It is a sweet little girl, but it has been tuned up a bit, and the sweetness is too heavy, like a little girl painted with makeup, lost her innocence, and also lost her cuteness.

The smell of roses can linger in front of your eyes, hooking your thoughts bit by bit, graceful and magnificent.

The perfumer on the field was not good at learning and used too much alcohol to perfume.

I want to use the strong volatility of alcohol to play out the top notes, but the strength is not enough.

In the last pass, the alcohol is mixed with the scent of rose and rose, and the top notes are messed up.

In the past five years, he has no sense of the world.Among so many things related to fragrance, the only thing he can feel is the alcohol that can give a stimulating feeling.

The alcohol that is familiar now, and the scent of roses that I smelled like a lifetime ago rushed forward together.

Zuo Lan paused for a moment, then lightly touched the middle part with his right hand.

He has a nosebleed.

Just this level.

It's just this level of stimulation, which actually caused him to have a nosebleed.

Five years ago, he was full of vigor, no matter how mixed the smell was, no matter how complex the aroma was, he would not change his expression.

But the embarrassment at this time bit his heart hard.

The blood dripping on the back of his hand was bright red and dazzling.

The bright red color is just like his ambition.

He is back.

He is not dead, not crazy back.

Zuo Lan flicked off his hood, and dealt with his embarrassing situation expressionlessly.

He took off his hood, and the eyes that Ben occasionally glanced at him suddenly became dull and aboveboard.

More and more people stared at him, and those people looked at him with anxious eyes.

Zuo Lan didn't move.

He knew why those people were looking at him.

He hasn't shown his face for five years, and his appearance now is much wider than when he was a teenager.Those people wouldn't recognize him right away.

So why watch him?

Not because of this face.

He finds it interesting.

Because of this face, his teacher saw him at a glance among a group of children in the orphanage; because of this face, the eyes looking at him always made him sick.

He turned his head to meet those who were looking at him.

The eldest brother who had been chatting just now was stupid.

Looking at Zuo Lanyi from a close distance, he unconsciously held his breath.

The nose is straight and the eyes are deep.

Hair, eyes, eyebrows and eyelashes are all pitch black.The lips are thin and the color is light. It is definitely not the appearance of a well-behaved and beautiful boy.

It was a handsome young man who tautly held all the sense of strength and menace.

The edges and corners are sharp, sharp enough to cut the eyes obsessed with his face.

There was a fragility and madness about him.

Intertwined to create a sense of oppression.Even if he doesn't look at you, the feeling of danger is always with you.

Eyebrows fluttered, and words made people's hearts tremble and their legs softened.

He then spoke: "Am I good-looking?" His voice was deep and mellow.

"Didn't you just scold me?"

Zuo Lan raised her eyebrows, her tone full of malicious curiosity.

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