Me and Zhong also are playing each other again

Zhong Yuan Zhong also said in a relaxed tone, but his lips were tense: "Well... Anyway, it's the past, so tell me."

The trio showed excited eating melon expressions.

After thinking about it, I felt that this matter could not be summed up in a few words, so I suggested: "Let's find a place to talk slowly later, Mr. Liang and I are really very innocent."

Nagizaki read the content found on the phone: "Kise Ryota, former graphic model... so handsome, I like the look."

Polygonum cuspidatum leaned over to look: "I think he looks a bit like a familiar male star."

"This is a very standard pool face."

"As for you, Ms. Asakura." I said as gently as possible, "If my sentence 'it's okay' makes you feel better, I can say it to you a few more times. In fact, fortunately, the 'victim' ’ It’s me, you guys didn’t do any real harm because honestly... I don’t give a damn.”

She looked even more panicked, her lips moving like a fish thrown on the beach.

I didn't have any fluctuations in my heart. It is reasonable to say that I should have emotions such as anger or understanding, but in fact it was blank, and some confusions were answered clearly—it turned out to be the case.

Other than that, nothing.

Asakura Miyuko started to cry, I handed over the handkerchief and patted her on the shoulder, feeling annoyed.

I don't really want to recall the stupid things I did during the second year of middle school. It is difficult to understand the thoughts of that teenage girl in my current state of mind.

My modeling career, which lasted only one year, was an experience born of curiosity and vanity... nothing more.

……

We found a nearby store in the mall and ordered some snacks and drinks.

When I sat down, the cigarette fell out of my pocket, which was very embarrassing for a moment.

Zhong Yuan also asked me: "Do you smoke?"

I:"……"

Kinda embarrassed to admit it, although it's no big deal...

Knotweed picked it up for me, and was about to hand it to me, but I was about to pick it up and said frankly that I did smoke; as a result, Knotaba's lips parted slightly, his eyes glanced, and he handed it to Kizaki.

"It should be Nazaki's." Knotabagi said.

Nagasaki had a determined look on his face: "Ah, yes, it's mine. I smoke."

I:"……"

In fact, it's really nothing, your cover level is too high!

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't ask any more questions.

Nagasaki asked me, "What's your relationship with that Kise?"

Knotweed: "Those who troubled you, did you fight back later?"

Fu Heihui drank lemon tea expressionlessly, with a detached expression on his face.

And Zhong Yuanzhong was sitting opposite me, he seemed to want to smoke, he just took it out and stuffed it back.

I pressed the call button: "Let the other party answer the question for you."

As a result, the bell rang for a long time, but no one answered.

I frowned: "Hiss, this guy might be in the sky."

Nazaki looked regretful: "What, the handsome guy is still so young, unexpectedly..."

Knotweed also showed a regretful expression... Would you like to cheer so much, Mr. Knotweed!

I twitched the corner of my mouth: "No, his current job is a pilot, physically in the sky."

"Oh..." Nagasaki dragged out his voice, jokingly said, "You know it well."

I gritted my teeth: "Damn it, don't spread rumors about me, don't we belong to the same faction? You and Wujo Wutiao have failed."

Nazaki asked curiously, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry—so tell me quickly, how did you become a model?"

I put my hands together: "Okay, everyone, let me think about where this story starts?"

It started with the agency I decided to sign with.

It was originally one of my family's businesses, and out of fun, I became a graphic model.

In fact, my original request was to debut as an idol, but I have already missed the selection period for this year's 48 series, so I had to settle for the second best and become a model.The threshold for this industry is actually very low. You only need to have a pretty face and a good body proportion, and the rest depends on resources and opportunities.

"I want my photo to appear there." I pointed to the large circular screen at the entrance of Shibuya Street, "I will be on the big screens in the whole of Tokyo, until the whole of Japan has seen my face."

The manager was quite touched: "Wow, it's amazing, I will definitely work hard! Let's work hard together, Taozhi!"

Among the company's underage models, high school student Kise Ryota is the most popular one. He is tall and handsome with golden hair, and he is also willing to do business.Under the same circumstances, better resources will be given to him actively, because he is indeed young and outstanding, and the company internally evaluates him as a "talent born to eat this bowl of rice".

But I couldn't help itching when I saw him, because his appearance is quite similar to Zenyuan Naoya, in simple terms, he has a standard male vixen face, long eyeliner, and the tail of the eye.

"You seem to hate me?" Kise was the one who came to me first, with a bit of inquiry and curiosity, "Why, we obviously don't know each other?"

I apologized without guilt: "I'm sorry, because your face is so annoying."

He was hit hard, but quickly cheered up again, even slightly happy: "Xiao Qingfeng also said the same, he is my good friend—by the way, do you watch the football game?"

It turns out that Kise Ryota is still on the school basketball team, and the school where the junior high school is located is a basketball giant.He said that his class was called the "Generation of Miracles", and he played against invincible opponents in the middle school group. The opponent would surrender without a fight because of inner fear, and the suppression was so strong that it was terrifying.

I was silent. In fact, before I moved to another school, I was studying at a wealthy tennis middle school in Kanagawa.

I'm not interested in tennis, but because I was too embarrassed to refuse the invitation of my former tablemate, I went to watch a game—and then I was surprised to find that they might all be reserve players with superpowers.

My former deskmate was a junior tennis club candidate. He was very cute, with cute little black curly hair. I called him Little Kelp.

Little Kelp likes to show off like other middle school boys, and invited me to watch him play games many times. After half a semester, I gradually ran out of reasonable excuses to release pigeons, and finally had no choice but to go to support him.

Then I watched helplessly as my lovely tablemate with green eyes and black curly hair transformed into a real person on the tennis court. His black hair faded and turned white in an instant, his whole body turned red, and even his pupils turned into mint light green. , as if possessed by something unclean.

I wanted to take out the magic tool and kill my relatives righteously, but at the end of the game, little kelp turned back into a normal boy who was chattering.

Then there was his senior Yukimura Seiichi, the head of tennis, and Ikemen from the school... His opponent even hugged his head on the court and wailed that he couldn't see!

This kind of tennis match was completely beyond my cognition. Afterwards, I seriously asked Xiao Kelp: "Are you a person with supernatural powers?"

Little Kelp said rather arrogantly: "Are you kidding? It's just an ordinary tennis match."

How common is it, as a true magician, I have never seen such a scene!

Later I became friends with Kise and he also invited me to watch his games.

Actually, I don't really want to go, because I have no interest in basketball.

"Xiao Taozhi!" He didn't know when he started calling me like that, and he insisted stubbornly, "You must come and see me. I will play against the captain of our country's middle age tomorrow, but I will win."

Kise kept the ticket.

I felt that this game was very important to him, and he wanted his friends to witness it, so he packed up and went.

I, Tsurumi Taozhi, am a professionally trained conjurer, no matter what happens, I will not break my defense.

Unexpectedly, this was another huge mental shock.

His former captain turned out to be Akashi Seijuro, the young master who met me at the banquet.On the basketball court, his golden eyes are said to be able to see through the opponent's future action path, and then entered the zone with a slap in the face, leading the whole team into the zone; Kise did not show any weakness, showing the precision of ctrlC+ctrlV The ability to replicate...

But everyone present, indeed, are all ordinary people.

The only conjurer sat in the auditorium and fell silent.

I couldn't help asking again: "Do you really have no supernatural powers?"

Huang Lai's answer was exactly the same as Xiao Kelp's back then. He smiled: "Xiao Taozhi, are you joking? It's just a very ordinary basketball game."

I choked up straight away.

That game ended with Kise's defeat, he was quite depressed, like a sad dog abandoned by his owner, he didn't come to the company for several days.I couldn't bear it, and when Kise recovered a little, I invited him to have a meal.

At that time, I had already become a well-known model, appeared in several well-known magazines, and also had brand promotion in hand.

Then Kise and I were photographed by the paparazzi, probably because they had nothing to report in that issue, so they put us on the front page.

It stands to reason that Kise is not that popular, but his popularity among underage girls is indeed unsurpassed. If you pick any high school, his fans can form a small group.

I was quite unlucky. There were several female students in the class who liked her, so I naturally became the object of their jealousy and bullying—although it was not until many years later that I learned this from the perpetrator.

Because at that time I couldn't hold others in my heart, my training as a conjurer had never been missed, and I had to catch up with various announcements, so I was so busy.

The amount of movement they could cause was limited, so I opened and closed my eyes, and just passed by.

"I can't find you." Nazaki said to the screen of the phone, a little distressed, "I can't find it, whether it's stage name or real name, and I want to see your art photos from that year..."

I said decisively: "Of course this kind of black history has long been entrusted to destroy the body, give up, the entire Internet is impossible to find information about me."

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyebrows to look at me.

"Why didn't you become a model later?" Nagasaki relished, "Isn't it bad to be a model? So many people like you, and your income is also high."

I said blankly, "I'm not a model just to make people like me."

Hu Zhang asked: "But isn't the purpose of your debut 'to have your photo appear on any big screen in Tokyo'..."

I picked up a truffle-dusted chipotle and dipped it in the sauce, but it didn't make it to my mouth.

I absently admitted: "Ah, yes, that's my purpose."

"Cough." Nagasaki coughed and kicked me under the table with his toe.

She looks at my hands.

I was at a loss: "?"

She kicked me again.

I continued: "?"

Nagasaki's gaze was so strong that even Nakahara couldn't help looking at my hand.

Only then did I realize that I subconsciously sandwiched the French fries between the knuckles of my thumb and middle finger, and lightly rested my index finger on it—a standard posture for flicking ash.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also slightly surprised, then turned his head and smiled lightly.

I:"……"