Chapter 33 [VIP]

Tan Quelu was indeed wearing this Thunder outfit.

Not only did he wear it, Wei Guan also wanted to take a Polaroid photo of him. The boy blinked in bewilderment, made a peace sign with both hands, and listened to the man calmly giving his opinion from the side.

Tilt your head slightly.

"Smile gently."

"Should we use this gesture?"

What gesture?

The man found a trendy four-panel photo of his life with the word "LOVE" on it and even added a popular background music track for it.

Wei Guan lowered his eyes and quickly searched for a few more screenshots of Pineapple Snow, then had Tan Quelu clench her fist and place it next to her cheek, pretending it was Pineapple Snow's round hand.

Tan Quelu obediently did as she was told.

Who can blame them when Wei Guan is so rich?

Moreover, his gaze was like a light mist, silently swirling around him.

A faint smile was hidden in his dark eyes as he stared intently at the peacock green-haired man, who was undeniably handsome with broad shoulders and long legs.

Tan Quelu clenched her fist, tilted her head, and smiled at the man behind the camera.

哢擦.

Bright yellow photographic paper was ejected from the camera nozzle.

Peacock looked down, watching with curiosity as the Polaroid camera gradually revealed its own image.

Against an antique-toned background, the boy's eyes are bright, and a smile plays on his lips. He tilts his head, not looking at the camera, but making a quiet eye contact with the person behind it.

A perfect picture.

Wei Guan handed the photo to Que Lü and calmly remarked, "The venue outside is nicely decorated."

"There are flowers, and the color scheme matches you perfectly."

"Let's film them all."

Tan Quelu was confused and just said "Oh".

He wore flip-flops on one foot and crystal sandals on the other, and obediently turned around, walking slightly unsteadily on the road to the film set.

Wei Guan did not help him up.

The young man followed a few steps behind Elm Green, and took a picture of the boy's long-limbed, thunderous back.

Let's take a wide-angle look.

The drone will come over once.

Let's take a look at the DJI camera.

Let's go to the pool.

Flash the lights at the doorway once.

They even went to the side of the helicopter that had just landed.

Tan Quelu stood beside the helicopter, her ears filled with the buzzing sound of the wind. Her fluorescent pink top billowed in the wind from the propellers, and her bright yellow beach shorts looked like a majestic battle flag.

He squinted and yelled at Wei Guan, "Wei Guan, how are we going to get this footage?!"

Wei Guan lowered the airplane ladder, used the floating screen to bring up a popular hanalulu video, and had Tan Quelu imitate the movements while he calmly typed.

[Take a picture of this.]

Lip-syncing short videos have become very popular recently.

Tan Quelu hung on the helicopter ladder rope with one hand, learned a few lines of parrot lyrics, and lip-synced them in a cool way amidst countless flashes of light.

After filming, Wei Guan lifted the person down with one hand and asked for his opinion: "Should we release it?"

"Let's censor our faces."

He can't let his innocent image crumble. He can show his face again after he's drained F3's money and kicked them out.

Wei Guan agreed to create a new account for Tan Quelu and, after sending the video, immediately bought 100,000 yuan worth of Douyin (TikTok) credits.

Tan Quelu thought the filming was finally over.

As a result, the man opened the trend summary that the company's marketing team had compiled a few days earlier, and while glancing down to select background music, calmly informed him: "Half an American has finished filming."

"Now film half a Korean."

After learning Parrot Language, I'll learn some Korean, and then some Japanese.

Um.

This hand gesture dance is pretty good.

...

One o'clock in the morning.

After finishing filming, Tan Quelu closed her eyes, looking as sleepy as a fish that had cycled all the way from Mexico to Inner Mongolia.

He didn't want to walk, so Wei Guan knelt on the ground, supported the boy's lower back with one hand, and easily carried him on his back.

The man has straight shoulders, and his dark clothing makes his facial features more defined. From the side, he has a cold and aloof appearance that is hard to approach.

Tan Quelu leaned against his back, looked up, and gazed at the tranquil night sky.

Because of the forced clearing, St. Weston was pitch black in the early hours of the morning, except for the lights in the venue.

The early autumn wind, carrying a damp chill, blew gently and caressed the two of them.

At this moment, all was silent; it seemed as if only their breathing could be heard in the world.

Tan Quelu closed her eyes, and after a long while, she spoke wearily, "Wei Guan, thank you."

Thank you for all the gifts tonight.

"You're welcome."

Wei Guan didn't turn around, and calmly walked forward: "Thank you, Que Lu, for giving me this opportunity."

"After all, I've always wanted to help you materially and bring you spiritual happiness."

Tan Quelu hummed in agreement and replied in the same way, "Then I'll say 'you're welcome' as well."

The man chuckled silently: "So, are you even a little bit happy?"

Tan Chuanlu: "Yes."

"Is there more happiness now, or more unhappiness just now?"

"I have so much more happiness now."

"That's good."

Wei Guan carried him on his back and felt the boy's face resting on his shoulder, his eyelashes long and his skin soft.

He suddenly felt an emotion he had never experienced before.

The gentle embrace of her usually indifferent heart softened even her voice as she slowly spoke: "I thought you were going to thank the merciful God again."

"Of course, we should also thank God."

Tan Quelu immediately said, "A merciful God truly exists, but human minds are too cluttered, polluting the innocent Him."

Wei Guan nodded: "That's right, I think so too."

Tan Quelu nodded in satisfaction, his mind hazy with sleep. After a long while, he mumbled, "God is innocent... Do you know, it's because I committed too many sins in the past..."

He was unconsciously repenting, still thinking about it in his dreams, as if his life was meant to atone for his sins.

Wei Guan immediately interrupted Que Lu, raised his hand, gently patted the boy's cheek with his palm, and whispered, "Go to sleep."

"You're very tired, go to sleep first."

"When you wake up, it will be a new day."

Wei Guan does not want to seriously refute or forcibly correct any stubborn ideas that cannot be changed in the short term.

That would be tantamount to completely negating the first eighteen years of Tan Chulü's life, shattering his bones and reshaping his flesh, inevitably causing immense pain and intensity.

The length of life dilutes the paths one chooses.

Wei Guan firmly believes in the resilience and strength of the spirit of the peacock. Everyone is a product of their environment; pruning one's thoughts is a form of taming that only flowers, plants, and trees possess.

All that's needed to talk about peacock green is time.

Take your time.

Make changes little by little.

But before that.

Wei Guan only wants to be his unwavering support and his unyielding confidence.

The elevator doors opened.

The man stepped through the wooden door of the room, turned around, and found that the boy's eyelids were lightly closed, his breathing was shallow, and he had fallen into a peaceful sleep.

He chuckled softly, placed the person on the bed, reached out, and, suppressing a laugh, took off his purple crystal sandals.

Flip-flops and sandals were neatly arranged together.

Wei Guan helped him cover himself with the blanket, got up, and said in a low, calm voice, "Goodnight, Little Green Sparrow."

good evening.

Tomorrow is another day.

...

The next day, Tan Quelu woke up at 8:30.

The spacious room was completely silent.

The white gauze curtains cast a hazy shadow over the blazing sunlight. He turned his head dazedly and his fingertips touched something thin and hard.

Elm opened its eyes, held up a Polaroid photograph.

Yesterday, while on the helicopter, the AI ​​swarm controlled by the satellite took photos of Tan Quelu.

However, the camera caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of its eye—a handsome man sitting at the control panel, holding a pineapple in his hand, peeling it with a knife without batting an eye.

The visuals are so eerie they resemble AI.

Helicopter, pineapple, fruit knife.

A colorful boy, a man wielding a knife to chop fruit.

Tan Quelu stared at it for a long time before getting up and noticing a plate of fresh pineapple on the bedside table, with ice cubes underneath and a sticky note next to it:

【Your pineapple snowflake.】

Breakfast is on the table. Eat it before going back to your dorm. I have work to do at the company, so I have to go now. I'll pick you up next week.

Wei Guan had returned to Vis City ahead of time and spent the entire night talking about Green.

At 5 a.m., his assistant sent him a message saying that he needed to attend several meetings. Wei Guan didn't have time to stay and had already left St. Weston.

Tan Quelu put away the sticky note, got up, quickly washed up, and went to the dining room.

Sit down, take a photo, and check in.

As the bright sunlight streamed down, he took a couple of bites of shrimp dumplings, and his mind, which had been relaxed all night, finally cleared up, and his mood finally calmed down completely.

Tan Quelu no longer ignores the existence of the system in his mind.

He blinked and asked, "Did you trigger the rollback last night?"

He ignored the system for an entire night.

From the initial screams as she fell into the pool, to the confusion at the arrival of the NPC boss, to the bewilderment of the rollback.

Later, she became teary-eyed with heartache, showered the photographer with compliments, and whispered goodnight before going to sleep.

It turns out that as long as Tan Chuanlu is determined, he can completely disregard any living being.

Upon hearing his question, the system felt incredibly flattered.

It cautiously replied: "No, it wasn't me, host."

[I spent all night checking the data. Last night, the host's behavior was too extreme and uncontrollable, which could potentially cause the entire plot to collapse. Therefore, the final rollback of this story was triggered.]

My phone vibrated.

Wei Guan immediately replied with a picture of the orphanage and a cup of strong Americano on his desk.

Tan Quelu sent him a surprised emoji and asked absentmindedly, "So who chose to roll back?"

[Data shows that this was chosen by the welfare NPC.]

The electronic voice stammered: "But... he doesn't have many scenes in the original work; he's just a key character, so there won't be any ideas about him deviating from the plot."

[The welfare NPC was likely guided by data and unconsciously chose to roll back—for example, when working, they might inexplicably become distracted, mistaking an option on their computer for a work file, and click "confirm."]

The system looked at its host with fear, worried that he might overreact and kill the innocent NPC boss as well.

Tan Quelu simply said "oh," picked up a piece of pineapple with her fork without much reaction, blinked innocently, and chewed slowly.

Today is the last day of the three-day holiday, no classes.

After finishing her meal, Tan Quelu ignored the hundreds of phone calls, WeChat messages, and text messages from the main characters in the notification box and opened the campus forum on the dome.

Forum posts are growing exponentially.

Clearly, everything that happened last night was beyond the students' comprehension.

[Holy crap, can I finally post now?? Can someone please reply to me?!]

[Holy crap, finally we have internet!]

What was St. Weston doing last night? Did Bin Laden/Osama bin Laden launch a live landing in Weston, so they're forcing us to stay in our dorms all night??

So adorable, so bewildered, looking at the world with such innocence!

...

[The entire school was blocked from signal, all options on the Dome App were grayed out, the AI ​​screen was black, and I couldn't send any calls or messages—all I can say is, I've accidentally wandered into the heavens!]

I just called my mom, and she said they received a notification last night, so they didn't contact us.

Last night, seeing the F3s' cars drive away, my heart sank. Those security guards were like madmen; they wouldn't listen to three sentences to leave, so they just gave them sedatives. Isn't that illegal?!

...

Wow, awesome! The school website just updated with photos of our recent outdoor activities—they look so relaxed!

[Aren't our lives valuable? Do you know that if anything had happened last night, we could have died!]

[St. Weston, try giving me an explanation!]

I refuse to believe that if we all unite, the school will continue this passive-aggressive behavior.

These students used to feel smug and happy when they saw the helpless, terrified, and broken expressions on the faces of the specially admitted students they had bullied in the past.

When it's your turn, you realize how powerless you feel when an invisible hand violently slaps you on the head, and how fear trembles with dread.

—The welcome party was inexplicably canceled, the entire St. Weston was without internet for a whole night, and AI swarms and security guards stood guard outside the dormitories, violently suppressing the crowd.

This unprecedented, apocalyptic scene tore apart the facade of St. Weston's past civilization, clearly revealing its inner truth.

Since we've chosen the concept of class at the top of the pyramid.

You have to endure the consequences when an iron fist hits you.

Tan Quelu browsed the forum for a while, the screen filled with exaggerated insults, fear, venting, and mockery... He thought, it turns out that people are not that different after all.

The boy lowered his eyes, opened WeChat, and saw his list filled with unread message dots.

There are hundreds of clocks at night.

There are hundreds of summer stars.

Xie Chenbi wrote more than ten articles.

Wei Zhiyan has more than ten entries.

Tan Quelu blinked, her face appearing pure in the sunlight.

He ate the last piece of pineapple, raised his hand, and sent them a message.

Why did you leave me?

Sent.

The green phone lagged for a moment.

Countless phone calls, text messages, and explanatory essays popped up instantly. He turned on Do Not Disturb and ignored them all. Instead, he logged into his Weibo secondary account and posted two melancholy Weibo posts.

Less than thirty seconds.

Then a familiar-looking alt account replied below.

tqlhpl: [I don't want a lot of money.]

I want lots and lots of love.

Intense spectatorship - striving to produce a better video: [tqlhpl, happiness doesn't matter who's suffering.]

tqlhpl: [Loving you is so tiring. But I just found a group photo from school, and we look like a good match... Would you like me?]

If you liked me, why did you leave me?

Is there something about me that I'm not good-looking enough?

How beautiful does one have to be to be loved?

Intense spectator mode - striving to produce quality content: [Quite the opposite.]

Intense Spectator - Dedicated to Producing Videos: [Actually, he didn't see you in person. If he had, sorry, he would have lay down right here on the spot.]

A strong onlooker's perspective - a highly recommended version: [If he sees you in person, the first thing he'll notice is your sophisticated, beautiful, and adorable face. Everyone who sees you will be unable to resist kissing you. Your aura is incredibly refined. Then he'll see your slender figure and cool-toned, fair skin. And when he gets closer to your face, your features are exceptionally pure. He'll fall completely in love with you, utterly captivated.]

Intense Spectator - Dedicated to Producing Videos: [Everyone who sees you will want to kiss you. Brothers, admit it, that's true.]

A note from the author:

Admit it, yes!

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Uncle Wei's copywriting is sourced from the internet.

[I hope to help you materially and bring you spiritual happiness.] (Source: Quote from the TV series "Dwelling Narrowness")