In the changing room, only Yu Sheng was left sitting on a chair.
He silently took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and it showed that the call was in progress. The caller was Yu Mo.
"He left?"
On the phone, Yu Mo spoke calmly.
"Hmm."
Yu Sheng responded.
"What do you think?"
Yu Mo asked in a playful tone.
"Huh?"
"What should I be thinking?"
Yu Sheng was a little confused and didn't quite understand what Yu Mo meant.
There was silence on the other side of the phone for a moment.
"I mean, do you really have no interest in this world Human Race?"
After a long time, Yu Mo reorganized his language and asked.
Yu Sheng held the phone and thought seriously for a moment, "If it doesn't affect my life, I should... help..."
"That's enough."
"Before this war, I will send you out of seclusion."
"As long as the war doesn't stop, no one will return."
"You now can only help Human Race very little. What I need is you who will grow up one day."
"A Ninth Awakening who can conceal his aura and awaken more often, then this world will be your home."
"Before you grow up, the world doesn't need you to carry it."
"Or, now..."
"The protagonist of this world is not you."
"Ten Thousand Poisons Fruit, Ink Pavilion bought it, you can use it as you wish."
After saying that, Yu Mo hung up the phone and did not continue chatting with Yu Sheng.
It can be seen that Yu Mo is indeed very busy after the release of Sin City.
"Being the protagonist... is very tiring."
"Not good value for money."
"Everyone is the protagonist in this story. The only difference may be the filming time..."
Yu Sheng looked at the phone, murmured to himself, and finally put the phone back into his pocket.
Perhaps, Yu Sheng is not ignorant.
In comparison, he knows more than most people.
But he is very good at hiding these in his heart and downplaying his existence as much as possible.
Don't seek to be prominent in front of others, don't ask for blessings from all the people.
All I want is to live a mediocre An An life in this world.
As for ambition...
All his ambitions are just to better achieve his goal.
As for being withdrawn...
If you are lonely, you will naturally have fewer friends.
Fewer friends mean fewer troubles.
Perhaps all of this is in Yu Sheng's thinking.
Who knows everything in this world?
"You... the clothes you want."
Pushing open the door of the fitting room, Sister Li came from a distance carrying a bag.
Inside is a cute, silly pink skirt.
Including shoes and headwear.
"Thank you."
Yu Sheng looked at his pocket and nodded lightly. "Do you need me to pay?"
"He... he has already paid for you."
"Said it was given to you."
"I look forward to you wearing this outfit and meeting him again."
Sister Li's voice was complicated, and her eyes looking at Yu Sheng were full of weirdness.
On the contrary, Yu Sheng just took the clothes calmly, walked out of the room and left.
Standing at the door, Yu Sheng fumbled in the bag for a moment, took out a USB Drive, observed it for a moment, put away the USB Drive, and then returned to the Ink Academy.
"Xiao Xiao, happy birthday."
He handed the skirt to Lin Xiaoxiao at the school gate.
Lin Xiaoxiao looked at the birthday gift blankly, with a complicated expression. "Brother Yu, my birthday is still four months away."
"Oh, then I wish you a happy birthday in advance."
Yu Sheng hesitated for a few seconds and changed his words again.
"You didn't give it to Sister Shi Guang and then got kicked out, right?"
"This style... is very tricky..."
Lin Xiaoxiao seemed to have guessed something. He looked at Yu Sheng with a suspicious look on his face, looked at the skirt again, and took a breath of air.
Pink, black shoes, butterfly headdress, white silk...
All of this...
"It turns out Boss Yu you like this taste..."
Lin Xiaoxiao said quietly.
Yu Sheng looked at Lin Xiaoxiao in confusion, not quite understanding what she was saying, "It's my birthday to give you clothes, isn't it appropriate?"
"Then I wish you a Happy New Year in advance."
After saying that, Yu Sheng turned and left.
Watching Yu Sheng's back gradually disappearing, Lin Xiaoxiao was carrying the bag and fell into a state of complete confusion for a while.
"I seem to have caught some dirt on Boss Yu."
"I don't know this information. 10 Credits was sold to Sun Wen, Zhao Zicheng and them..."
"Would you be interested?"
As he spoke, Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up, and the soul of Eight Trigrams in his body burned like a blazing flame. He just picked up the skirt, returned to the Academy, and rushed in the direction of Dormitory.
"Ahem..."
"It seems that the students' mental state needs to be investigated..."
"The world is getting worse..."
Just after Lin Xiaoxiao left, an old voice came from the large Speaker at the door of the Academy.
The voice was full of worry.
"Dome Pass, ready."
"Ready to fight at any time."
Kong Hongfang stood under Signal Tower, holding a cigarette in his mouth and one foot on the city wall. Behind him were densely packed medical books, as well as a series of books such as "108 Selected Speeches from the Father at His Daughter's Wedding", "12 Rules for Getting along with Son-in-law", "Eight Things You Must Be Precautious About Your Son-in-law" and so on.
At this moment, he was in high spirits.
Holding the phone in one hand, it showed that the call was in progress.
Caller...Sun Yingxiong!
"A thousand miles long, surrounded by mountains."
"One candle, between Life and Death."
"It is better to be a loser to a family and a hospital than to be a loser to the world."
"Salute..."
"Dome Pass!"
"Don't forget, Ten Thousand Households' Lights."
On the other side of the phone, Sun Yingxiong's vicissitudes of voice came, the voice was solemn and full of respect.
"Don't forget, Ten Thousand Households' Lights..."
Kong Hongfang murmured to himself and repeated it again, his voice was not loud, but his eyes were extremely firm.
His high-spirited state and sharp gaze were completely different from the state of lying on his bed for several years.
The phone hangs up.
Kong Hongfang Take a deep breath, smoke out the last puff of cigarette, put out the cigarette butt, and blow out wisps of smoke.
"Third High School team, change defense!"
"Altitude alert!"
"Scout move forward ten miles!"
"Granny Doute, cheer me up!"
"Don't let me let a single mosquito pass by!"
Turning around and looking at the densely packed soldiers on the city wall, Kong Hongfang kept shouting with a loud voice.
It doesn't match his own elegant temperament at all.
But it blends perfectly with these Reserve Corps.