"Well, this kind of thing should be child's play to you, right? Why did you bring it back secretly?"
Monday night, at the homes of Luoqiao District and An Le.
On the computer desk, Little Finger spat out the letter, and lifted up one of the pages of the book "Pleasure Purgatory" on the table with his tail. He turned to look at An Le who was blow-drying his hair next to him.
An Le blinked, his face turned slightly red, and he said sheepishly,
"Because this book is a story I created together with a teacher on the forum before. So I feel a little ashamed when I read it."
"Ah?"
Little Finger was slightly startled, then turned to look at the very exquisite cover, which read,
"Painting: Ice Cream Jelly"
"Script: Pingxi"
It turned its head and glanced at the coin pendant hanging on the An Le school bag next to it. Four coins were tied together, with a word engraved on each,
"Peace and joy"
Little Finger spat out the message and muttered,
"It turns out it's no wonder that it's like this. I'm telling you, a dirty demon king like you, how can you pretend to be innocent and shy when you see something like this? It's your own food."
After that, it turned the book to the first page with great interest and began to read carefully again.
"Don't say it again. Although no one knew it at the time, but especially Xiao Huan was here, I always felt very embarrassed."
An Le covered his face, his watery eyes glanced at Little Finger from between his fingers, and then explained,
"I used to visit a forum called 'Changqianli', where a group of like-minded people often created works of 'childhood sweethearts', such as novels and short comics.
"At that time, I wrote a lot of articles in it, and I was somewhat famous. Then the teacher asked me if I wanted to create a work together to participate in the Linmen exhibition or something like that."
Little Finger blinked and made a sound,
"I didn't even look at the contact information of anyone on your plane."
An Le smiled helplessly, looked at Little Finger and explained,
"I didn't even have a plane at that time, so I contacted people on forums.
"We haven't contacted her for a long time now. After all, I was still young at the time. She was frightened when she found out my age, thinking that she would be arrested by the police if she led me into trouble.
"Now that teacher has come ashore and is now a famous illustrator in the industry. It seems that his stage name is 'Sweet Parfait' or something."
Little Finger doesn't care about these things, but he thinks that the other party is probably the same as An Le, a serious otaku who is addicted to the attribute of "childhood sweetheart".
"Little Finger, help me get the comb, it's right in front of the mirror."
Little Finger glanced in the direction of the mirror, disappeared instantly, and reappeared in front of the mirror.
The comb was entangled and returned to An Le's shoulder,
"Here."
But this operation shocked An Le. She opened her mouth wide and said in surprise,
"Little Little Finger, can you teleport?!"
"Huh? It took you so long to realize? As long as I don't leave you too far, I can move around at will, and I can also choose to be seen by others."
Little Finger threw the comb into her hand with a "rare and strange" expression, and instantly appeared in front of the book,
"I have experimented, and I can move around at will within a radius of almost 15 meters around you."
"This is what it is."
Little Finger smiled proudly upon hearing this and said to An Le,
"Hmph, I am the smartest Little Finger. This is my unique ability."
"That's awesome."
An Le smiled slightly and gave compliments without thinking.
Little Finger felt happy in his heart, but it didn't show on his face at all.
Instead, he hummed softly, while looking at the plot in the notebook, he complained,
"Hey, don't tell me, this plot is interesting. The little girl is quite imaginative for sex."
"I told you not to say it."
This book tells the story of a heroine who is a pharmacist who resigned from a big city and was forced to return to her hometown to live. She meets the sweetheart she grew up with when she was young.
The heroine, who was originally depressed and depressed by life, was cured by the hero. She got out of the anxiety and internal friction in the big city, and also developed a strange feeling for Zhu Ma.
Just when she was about to leave the haze of the past and plan to join a new life and develop feelings for her sweetheart, the heroine accidentally encountered other women in the town confessing to her sweetheart.
Although Zhu Ma said that she would think about it, the heroine felt desperate that Bai Yueguang was taken away.
Therefore, in order to prevent her favorite bamboo horse from being taken away, the heroine used her professional knowledge to prepare a potion that would make others happy, in an attempt to retain her beloved bamboo horse.
Unexpectedly, because of this potion, both of them fell into a happy purgatory from which they could not extricate themselves~
Little Finger finished reading the narration at the end of the book like a storyteller, closed the last page of the book, and then looked at An Le next to him.
But he saw that the girl's face was already flushed and her head was buried in the pillow where she was sleeping, only revealing a pair of moist eyes looking at Little Finger.
"Oh no. Stop reading it."
Little Finger shook his tail and said doubtfully,
"No, sisters. Don't you know very well how to get Yan Huan? Anyone who replicates the operations inside will be very popular now."
"What are you talking about, Little Finger! This is just a fictitious story. Have you become like classmate Spencer and can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality?"
Little Finger rolled his eyes at her and muttered,
"Sometimes I really hope you can learn from that Spencer. Although he has no brains, his courage is far superior to yours. When I went to Student Council's office before, he hesitated for two months with his casual words."
When this was mentioned, An Le's eyes lit up and he said,
"So Spencer classmate said you want to help me?"
"Haha, it's better to ask for others than to ask for yourself, do you understand? And ask yourself, after you two met, Yan Huan didn't show any special feelings to you, right? At most, they are just friends."
Little Finger clicked his tongue and continued,
"It's that Hitomi Sakuramiya. I just sing along with him, and the husband sings and the wife follows suit. Today another white-skinned and beautiful idol appears. Oh my God, everyone is better than you. Are you going to fight for the lead?"
Forget about the ordinary girls in these worlds, what is even more terrifying is that Ye Shiyu who has Index Finger by his side.
Facing that Ye Shiyu, Little Finger didn't know how to win.
I tried to persuade An Le to change her crush to someone else but refused.
Although it is true that Little Finger also noticed that the luck of that guy Yan Huan is very fragrant.
Yan Huan had a notebook unfolded at that stop. No wonder Index Finger also focused on him.
However, even if you Index Finger are powerful, I, Little Finger, am not an ordinary person.
And An Le was also silenced by Little Finger.
Xiao Huan is still the same as before, he is very kind to himself, he often comes to the class to look for him and sends him plane messages.
And An Le can also realize that Yan Huan deliberately let the news about his childhood sweetheart leak out.
Therefore, during this period of time, even though I formed Doujin Club with the "notorious" Spencer, no one else ever laughed at me.
Even if it's just on the surface.
An Le understands that all this comes from the word "childhood sweetheart", but it can only go so far.
Closer than friends, but far less than lovers.
Such a relationship.
Mingming said before that as long as she knows Xiao Huan, she will be satisfied.
As for whether he likes her or not, it is his choice and he will not force it.
As a result, now that it has truly become like this, An Le is so greedy that he wants to go further.
myself
Actually I want it.
Did you get Xiao Huan?
"Empty empty empty~"
As An Le pursed her lips and questioned her own purpose in her heart, Little Finger noticed the change in her desire almost instantly.
Thick shadows came, and the pink heart-shaped lines behind Little Finger suddenly became brighter.
It spat out the message, but pretended not to notice and said,
"Well, forget it, let it take its course, I won't say any more, just do your best.
"But after seeing this book of yours, I got some inspiration and wanted to experiment with something. Do you have any black tea at home? Bring me a cup."
An Le came back to his senses, looked at the white snake in front of him, and asked,
"Hey? Black tea? I don't think I have black tea Pu'er at home. Is it okay?"
"Well, actually, as long as it's liquid, it's fine. It's just that black tea has a better effect."
"That's it"
An Le nodded and brought a cup of hot water.
Little Finger opened its snake fangs and bit the edge of the cup wall.
A drop of pink illusory liquid fell into the wall of the cup, and then disappeared without a trace.
Little Finger took a look at the liquid in the cup and muttered,
"Well, it actually worked."
"Did it succeed? What's the use of this?"
Little Finger pretended to glance at An Le next to him and said,
"It's useless. For example, if you give it to your parents to drink, their relationship will become better, and maybe they will have a younger brother or sister in the future."
"Isn't this what's in my notebook?"
Little Finger yawned, nodded as if he was sleepy, and then said,
"It's just a test product anyway. As long as it succeeds. I'm a little sleepy, so I'll rest first. You can handle this yourself."
"Ah? Oh"
Little Finger disappeared instantly, as if it no longer existed.
Tuliu An Le looked at the hot water in front of her as usual. After a moment of silence, she took the cup and walked to the bathroom outside the room, seemingly ready to pour it away.
"Click~"
The door to the boudoir was opened, and the gecko shut in the box watched cutely as its owner left the room.
But not long after, the host walked back to the room very hesitantly and furtively, and put the cup back on the table next to the book.
The transparent liquid in the cup swayed slightly, not a drop more, not a drop less.
The light passing through the house magnified the "Pleasure Purgatory" in the title of the book on the side by a full circle.
Jinghe District, in a certain mansion.
"Nara, do you think our house has a basement?"
"?"
Nara, who was unpacking the monitor, was slightly startled, turned to look at Hitomi Sakuramiya who was wearing a nightgown on the big bed, and blinked.
"Why are you asking this suddenly, Miss Sakuramiya."
"Just curious."
Hitomi Sakuramiya was lying on his side among the quilts, reading some book with relish under the light of the bedside lamp.
This made Nara even more curious.
Miss Sakuramiya is very diligent in studying, but in this state, it doesn't look like she is studying, right?
What are you looking at?
Nara quickly put down the monitoring probe in his hand and walked towards the bedside.
Looking curiously at the reading material in her hand, Nara's face turned dark as soon as she read a title.
"What are you looking at?!"
"Huh?"
Hitomi Sakuramiya sat up, glanced at the work in his hand, and said to Nara,
"It's obvious, right? It's a notebook."
"Thank you for being able to say it without any shame, Miss Sakuramiya."
Hearing this, Sakuramiya smiled disdainfully, covered his mouth and looked at Nara with the expression of looking at his idiot cousin,
"Nara, we are all adults now~ Do you think I am the kind of idiot who can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality? A purdah lady who lacks physiological knowledge? It's a bit too much to make a fuss."
Nara rubbed his eyebrows, sighed, and asked,
"So, Miss, why are you asking if there is a basement?"
"Well, I'm thinking that if the president is locked up in the basement, we won't have to go to such trouble. I can know the president well and protect him at the same time. It's like killing two birds with one stone."
"Can't you still tell the difference between fantasy and reality?! Idiot!!"
"Huh?"
Nara snatched the notebook from Hitomi Sakuramiya's hand. Hitomi Sakuramiya quickly stood up to take it back, but Nara pressed his forehead with a finger and suppressed him back to the bed.
"What are you doing, Nara?!"
"If this kind of thing is discovered by your parents, brothers and sisters, I and everyone else in this villa will have already left before they know about my civet cat changing into a prince!"
Hitomi Sakuramiya opened his mouth, but did not snatch the book back.
Anyway, she has watched it several times, and with her genius mind, she has already memorized the lines and scenes in it by heart.
"Is it that serious? I just think some of the concepts are worthy of reference."
"What reference value does this book have?"
Hitomi Sakuramiya touched his chin rationally and said to Nara,
"I have two purposes. One is to know everything about the president, and the other is to protect the president. But because our lives are very different, I often have to spend a lot of money to achieve one of them.
"If this continues, won't I be able to protect nothing?"
The second sentence was Sakuramiya whispering softly as if talking to himself, but Nara didn't hear it clearly.
But then, she seemed to get the answer, looked at Nara, and said,
"By locking up the general, we can achieve these two points at the least cost."
Nara opened her mouth. She really wanted to cut open the eldest lady's head to see what she was thinking.
"Do you think Yan Huan would agree with you from any normal person's point of view? Freedom is precious, don't you know it well, Miss?"
Hearing this, Hitomi Sakuramiya shook his head and said,
"The so-called freedom is nothing more than a product of imagination in the human mind. Since there is no absolute freedom, the limits of freedom are artificially determined."
She raised her fingers one by one and presented her views one by one.
"In your opinion, the so-called basement is just a hidden and cramped space. But in my opinion, the concept of 'basement' can be extended infinitely.
"As long as it remains [closed] and [controllable], no matter how big it is, living in it is just another type of basement."
Lift your fingers one by one and stop when you reach the middle finger.
"If I can create a place that is no different from the outside world in the president's eyes, but is actually completely closed and under my control, then the purpose of locking the president in the basement will be achieved."
Nara squinted his eyes, sighed, and said,
"It is indeed possible to do some kind of extremely perverted social experiment, but you will need to spend a more terrifying cost to build this virtual [basement].
"You still need your dearest Yan Huan to grow up from a baby, so that you can reshape his outlook on life from the beginning, so that what you said becomes common sense."
Nara shook his head, spread his hands and said,
"This kind of thing only appears in science fiction movies. Even if the Sakuramiya family is powerful, it is impossible to do such a thing to satisfy your desires, eldest lady. Your most important task now is to sleep, understand, eldest lady? Stop dreaming."
"."
I thought that speaking like this would blow away Hitomi Sakuramiya's completely unrealistic fantasy.
Unexpectedly, she was just silent for a moment, then smiled slightly, raised her head and asked,
"Who said I would use my family's strength to do such a thing?"
"."
Nara was slightly startled, covered his face and said speechlessly,
"I think, Miss, you are really sleepy. You have started to hallucinate. Go to bed. Ah, you have to get up early tomorrow."
"Yes, yes, good night, Nara."
It seems that Hitomi Sakuramiya, who has figured something out, is in a good mood.
Nara sighed, turned off the light, and walked towards the door.
When he was about to come, he suddenly remembered something, looked back at her, and said,
"By the way, Miss, your cousin Miss Liang said she wants to come to our house as a guest this Friday."
"Come just come. The high school students don't have classes on Friday. She will be home early then. You can make arrangements."
"Okay, miss."
Nara nodded and took back the large bed that was wrapped in thick shadows because the lights were turned off.
"Good night, miss."
Hitomi Sakuramiya, is lying quietly in the middle of the shadow.
"Empty empty empty~"
Jinghe District, in the boudoir on the first floor of a certain villa.
The gentle light illuminated the MV script that had been scrawled and modified many times on the tablet. On the split-screen page, a newly prepared PDF file had been packaged and sent to a user named "Golden Lion Group person in charge".
Yes, the company responsible for issuing Bai Yi New Song this time is a subsidiary of Golden Lion Group, which we have cooperated with many times before.
Because the previous person in charge of Linmen, Milos, extended an olive branch to Bai Yi, and Golden Lion Group is really a big company, so there is no reason for Bai Yi not to cooperate with the other party.
"New script file received.
"We will start preparations in the next few days, and the shooting location will be at this location."
Location: Golden Lion Tower
"Contact us when you arrive, don't run around, and follow some rules.
"Especially the top floor is where very important people live. Don't go there, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences."
The secretary of Golden Lion Entertainment seems to be very upset about the last time Bai Yi did not perform according to the rehearsal, so he repeatedly emphasized not to wander around after that.
Bai Yi only replied "Okay", and then the two lost contact.
Because at this moment, Bai Yi is lying on the bed with a slightly red face, flipping through the Otome notebook that he secretly retrieved this afternoon.
"Really how could I bring something like this back?"
As she watched, she blushed again and buried her head in the quilt.
There was a faint sound of conversation outside the door, which made Bai Yi's ears stand up immediately.
"You mean, Yan Huan also wants to participate in the recording of the MV?"
"Yes, we have already discussed it with others."
It's Zuo Jiangqin communicating with Jiang Xiong.
"How is this okay? If a boy of the same age appears in the MV, even if there is no ambiguous action, will the audience think too much after seeing it?"
"It's okay. After all, Yiyi has decided to take the singing path. This path relies on talent and you listen to her songs. This kind of private matter is not that important."
"Do you really believe that she can make flowers come out when she sings?"
"All the professionals at Golden Lion Group have said so."
"I don't care, don't you know it yourself?"
Bai Yi, who was lying on the bed, pursed his lips, frowned and glanced in the direction of the door.
He stood up angrily and prepared to open the door and confront his mother directly outside.
"."
But her hand had already reached the doorknob, but she didn't dare, or in other words, didn't want to have another fierce conflict with her mother.
Because every time she does this, she always gets nothing, but makes things worse and worse.
Even if we talk, we can't reach an agreement; if we confront, we will always be asked to apologize by the world.
As a result, she has become accustomed to avoiding conflict, evaluation, and harm.
Besides, she doesn't know how to face her mother.
Bai Yi gritted his teeth, holding the pocket watch little by little with his bare hand, while holding the cell phone tightly with his other hand.
On the phone, there are plane chat records between her and Yan Huan.
She just sent the new script to Yan Huan and got his approval.
It was as if the things grasped by her left and right hands were her only barrier at the moment.
"Didi. dip"
"Empty empty empty~"
"Ah sneeze!!"
The thick shadow overturned and turned into Linmen The coldest wind in early spring, causing the handsome young man exposed to the night wind to sneeze.
"Meow?"
The black cat on the shoulder tilted its head and looked at him with concern,
"What's wrong, meow?"
"It's okay, it's just that I always have an ominous premonition. I always feel like I'm being stared at by countless pairs of eyes, but I can't see anyone."
Yan Huan took a sip of the protein liquid in the cup, wiped his mouth, and said so.
Meow-chan showed a speechless expression, looked at him and said,
"Who told you to come here so late at night Jinghe District? Maybe everything here is under surveillance so you can't go to the school to find her tomorrow?"
Hearing this, Yan Huan just smiled slightly, looked at Meow-chan and said,
"Of course, but if the effect of going to her tomorrow is 10%, then the effect now is 100%."
"Meow?"
After saying this, Yan Huan turned his head and looked in front of him.
In the night, what appeared in front of him was the mansion Jinghe District Ye Lan.
He had just finished exercising and took the subway for a long time to get here.
After taking a look at the mansion hidden in the shadows, he lowered his head and opened the plane.
It is the chat box of Ye Shiyu.
His fingers tapped the screen flexibly, and he sent an emoticon of a cute cat first.
"Sister Shiyu, are you there? I have something to tell you."
"."
No reply for a long time.
It feels like "not being blocked is better than being blocked".
Yan Huan was not in a hurry, because he knew that Ye Shiyu must have seen his news.
So, after waiting below for several minutes, he typed again,
"Instead of talking on the plane, let's talk face to face.
"I'm just downstairs from your room Sister Shiyu."
Just as I was typing this, a cold wind suddenly blew past me.
He didn't hear anything. At the end of the room on the third floor, there was a sudden and surprising sound of something falling to the ground.