bunny in another soap bubble

Ever since he received Tu Zi's mental image therapy, Lang Ya felt something was wrong all over his body.

One is that he has become very insensitive to Tu Zi's movements, and sometimes people only find out when they walk around (Tu Zi said that this is a side effect of treatment, and it will heal after a while); like a fake.

To use a metaphor, if we say that in the past, there were countless TV screens surrounding the surroundings to play pictures in different directions, but now these TVs seem to be integrated into one and become a 360-degree surround-back stereoscopic projection.

Tu Zi said this is also normal.

"This is the health whistle... Cough, the sensory perception that a type A infected person should have." Refusing to explain why he knew what a type A infected person should feel, Tu Zi put on a face of "Xinge will live forever".

As more and more questions piled up, it became more and more difficult for Lang Ya to stick to his principle of not spying: "Healthy infected people?" Isn't this word too awkward?

"In short, you feel more relaxed and comfortable, don't you?"

"That's right..."

"Isn't that enough?" Tu Zi slapped the table, and the poker and dice on the table began to shake, "Squeaky and crooked, do you want to practice?"

Lang Ya sighed and gave up the topic.

The longer he got along, the more he found that the young man in front of him had a delicate and strong personality, and he didn't even have a micron of resemblance to the vagrant who he thought at first to avoid hunting alone, and he was completely raised by careful care.

There is not much time for the two to get in touch, and Jingyan's entertainment competition soon kicked off.

For this annual grand event, Jingyan specially shut down the entire gambling area for the competition venue.

The entry list has been screened and reviewed in advance, and those who can enter the top arena are all contestants with track records.Although Tu Zi didn't have any records, Lang Ya had already prepared for it, so he successfully qualified for the competition.

"Yo, Maria, are you here too?"

Tu Zi followed Lang Ya, and as soon as they stepped into the arena, someone waved in their direction.

Maria?

Tu Zi looked back, but did not find any female contestants behind him.

"Hey, Maria! Why are you ignoring people?"

Another man yelled at them, and there was a burst of laughter all around.

"—Leave them alone." Lang Ya put his hands on the top of Tu Zi's head and turned his face back.

Obediently look back, but Tu Zi would not take back his curiosity: "Are they calling you?"

Lang Ya didn't answer.

In fact, the last question was asked knowingly. Tu Zi didn't need to confirm it, so he asked again: "Why did they call you Maria?"

Lang Ya kept silent, and silently led Tu Zi to the division where the two belonged.

It's a pity that people who like to make trouble will never give up because of the silence of the other party. Before taking two steps, someone will simply stand in front of them and block the way.

"Hey, isn't this Maria from Dongcheng Lane? Picking up a baby again?" The man was dressed in a violet suit with a baggy bag, holding champagne in his left hand, and opened his arms like the host's welcome.He raised his head and smiled exaggeratedly, "Actually, you are young, so you don't need to be so anxious to find someone to succeed you, right? If you really need to come to see brother, brother will introduce you to some beautiful sisters to give birth to you hahaha."

Lang Ya's chest heaved and he was holding his breath, he pushed the man away from his eyes with one hand, "Don't get in the way."

The man was not annoyed, and backed away with a playful smile, but when he passed by Tu Zi, he snapped his fingers and turned out a business card from behind Tu Zi's ear, "Little friend, this is uncle's phone number," he stuffed the business card into Tu Zi's chest Front pocket, "find me anytime you need it."

After finishing speaking, he also winked at himself in a handsome way.

Tu Zi shuddered from his numbness, took out his business card and looked at it, the title was a free magician, engraved with printed characters, cardboard and embossed with gold powder, he looked like he was doing well and earning a lot.

"What is the magician here for?" Tu Zi was dragged by Lang Ya to sit down at the round table, still asking, "Are you out?"

"In Qin Ran's place, no one dares to make money." Lang Ya didn't take the flirtatious man seriously, and casually handed Tu Zi a plate of dessert, "Eat the cake, I guess it will be a while before the opening ceremony begins."

"Oh." Tu Zi picked up the fork, slandering Lang Ya in his heart.

This man is obviously very good at talking, but every time he asks him about himself, he seems to be intermittently mute.

"……Ah."

In the attic box above the stadium on the top floor, the real owner leans on a recliner beside the large floor-to-ceiling glass, just in time to have a panoramic view of the farce in the stadium below.

"See what?"

In the shadows deep in the box, a deep male voice sounded after a sneer.

"An interesting man."

"Oh?" Hearing this, the man in the shadow walked up to Qin Ran, hugged his waist from behind, sat down and held him in his arms, "Who is it? A man or a woman? No one over 60 years old I'm going to be jealous."

Smiling lowly, Qin Ran raised his hand and touched Yan Wuxiang's face, "Then you'll have to eat a whole pot...a boy in his early twenties."

Yan Wuxiang followed Qin Ran's gaze, "Maria from Dongcheng Lane? You have really paid attention to him for a long time." As he spoke, he bit the ear of the person in his arms with feigned anger.

"It's a talent, but it's mentally retarded." Qin Ran shook his head, touched Yan Wuxiang's right hand and grabbed his ear and twisted it back.

"Pain, pain, pain..." Yan Wuxiang had a thick back, rough skin and thick flesh, and his ears were so twisted that they didn't turn red.

This Qin Ran didn't stop him, enjoying the belly massage, and pointed out another person to Yan Wuxiang: "Look, he has picked up a new person."

Yan Wuxiang frowned slightly.

This man surnamed Lang obviously grew up on the streets, but he has no bad habits and likes to save people all day long. If he meets someone who is hungry and dizzy on the side of the road, he will take him home to feed him.

If only good intentions are good, no one will be troublesome, but this person does not know whether it is poor vision or burning a city in his previous life. Almost everyone he saves is a white-eyed wolf, and the end will always be a lively farmer and snake.And this person has suffered so many losses, but he still doesn't learn how to behave, and he is still the same. He saw one rescued one, was cheated and betrayed another, so he became famous in City A, and he was called "Dongcheng Lane Maria", just to ridicule him Our Lady.

The gangster they killed earlier, who was going to sell the list of infected people to the search team, was said to be his "childhood friend" who was brought back from the loan sharks.

A scum magnet.

"Let someone check it out." Yan Wuxiang made a gesture, and the subordinates standing quietly by the door would agree to go out and assign work.

It is always good to take precautions before they happen, and there is no need to insist on not believing in evil.

Satisfied, Qin Ran turned around and gave Boss Yan a mouthful.

Yan Wuxiang tore off the curtain, pressed Qin's head, and changed it into a lingering kiss.

Downstairs, before a piece of cake was eaten, Tu Zi put a few more business cards and coasters with phone numbers on them.

Looking at those careers and titles in full bloom, Tu Zi was at a loss. "Is handing out business cards in a casino some kind of social etiquette here?"

Lang Ya's face was darker than the bottom of the pot.

Everyone here is waiting for Tu Zi to turn his back on him, and to serve them as an insider next to his opponent.

Watching Tu Zi put his business card in his pocket, Lang Ya didn't stop him.

He believed not this time.

—He always hoped not.But this time, he believed not.

I'm sorry, I was a little stuck yesterday (God knows why I get stuck orz even if I have an outline), so I haven't updated it, and bow to everyone m(__)m

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