Chapter 28 She's Not My Type! She's Putting on Pants and Disowning Me?! ...

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The theater curtain closed, and a few people were tidying up the central table.

The lights above the eaves went out, the audience came and went, and the once vibrant hall was left with only dim lights.

After thanking the audience, Ji Wuling accepted a bouquet of flowers.

At the age of 20, he became an apprentice, and fortunately, his master appreciated his skills and garnered him much acclaim. He was a successful young man, and he had a girlfriend who accompanied him to the north to work hard.

At the age of 25, he was blinded by his arrogance and fell out with his master. With the help of his girlfriend, he paid off the high penalty fee in the contract.

At the age of 30, he was ostracized by his peers and had a hard time making a living in China. His girlfriend's family urged him to get married, but he couldn't even afford the next month's rent.

He has few memories of the period between 30 and 33, and was dealt a blow in his career. Following his girlfriend's advice, he prepared immigration documents for cultural and artistic professionals.

35 years old, alone.

He crossed the hemisphere and landed in the country of maple leaves. Looking back, he didn't see her, and there was only a cold suitcase beside him.

Mrs. Cen, the number one fan, smiled broadly and said respectfully, "Teacher Ji, can you give me an autograph?"

He, who had been upgraded from "Little Ji" to "Teacher Ji", nodded: "Of course."

His signature is no longer flamboyant, but instead shifts from simplified to traditional Chinese characters, each stroke conveying his sincerity: "Are you a friend of Sun Moon Lake Province?"

Mrs. Cen dropped her awkward Taiwanese accent and spoke more cheerfully, "I'm from Jinshi."

"He's from the same hometown as our Manager Yang." Speak of the devil, Manager Yang came in cheerfully, followed by a very tall young man.

"Teacher Ji, your number one fan is here!"

Everyone followed the sound and looked around. The soft light formed a flowing light band, and the young man's shadow was elongated. The little tail hidden behind him was dragging its feet and secretly stepping on his shadow.

"So vindictive?" The man in front suddenly braked, and Chi Leyou bumped into him. The man deliberately hissed, "Is your head a shot put?"

This metaphor made Zhao Xizhi, who was standing across from her, feel a little more comfortable. She pinched the long chain of her evening bag, her eyes flickering between the bag and Chi Leyou's round head. Compared to calling it a discus, the shot put seemed even more exaggerated.

"Who told you to give Teacher Ji a nickname?" The girl stopped and accused him under the soft light.

"What's wrong with Wuling Hongguang?" Chen Che pushed the conversation back, and the familiar bickering mode of young people was about to begin.

Chi Leyou was about to refute.

It was a brilliant drama of loyal fans defending their idol. Ji Wuling, skilled at mediation, stepped forward and used his language skills to the fullest: "Sister, this is a great name! I'll have to ask Wuling Hongguang to pay me. Which of you two is so talented?"

The girl was stunned, as she suddenly found herself face to face with her favorite crosstalk artist.

My first experience as a cleaner was at Xiyouhui. My work area was an off-site restroom, so I didn't have the chance to meet Ji Wuling.

It was clearly a nickname given by the boy, but the girl refused to say it. Ji Wuling sighed, "Look at this girl, she's very tight-lipped and even knows how to help her boyfriend."

"Teacher Ji, he is not my type." The first sentence Chi Leyou said to Ji Wuling was extremely "clear and concentrated".

Ji Wuling changed his words: "A pursuer." A gentleman is always looking for a beautiful lady.

Chen Che raised his eyelids: "Who is chasing her?"

Ji Wuling was puzzled: "Is that... an ordinary friend?"

A duet of male and female voices, one deep and one bright, began to sing.

——"We are not friends." They met in person on Instagram, but his friend was blind and didn't recognize him. Being narrow-minded, he temporarily refused to acknowledge their friendship.

——“Who is friends with him!” the girl emphasized.

There was also the laughter of Zhao Xizhi, a bystander, who came over to make trouble.

"..." Ji Wuling was shorter than him. He stretched his neck and put it under his face, covering his lips with his hands to teach him the secret. "What's a grown man arguing with a little girl about?"

Shen Che readily acknowledged it: "A nickname I came up with."

After going full circle and returning to the starting point, Ji Wuling met Chen Che's unbridled gaze and said, "Alright, our nickname king is quite capable. But I'm sorry to disappoint you. My real name is Ji Rui, so you can only use my stage name to make a fuss."

Chen Che stared at his face for half a second, "Oh, that's even better, Chery QQ."

Ji Wuling, who was happy to be endorsed by another car company: "!"

"Emma, I can't take it anymore..." Zhao Xizhi held his belly and laughed like a lunatic, "Whoever wants this thing can take it away. I don't want it even if it's given to me for free."

This trip, which was part study tour and part blind date, finally came to an end. After watching too many idol dramas, she often imagined herself with a sweetheart. Every summer, when she saw her sweetheart and saw his expressionless face, she had to suppress the urge to punch him.

Chi Leyou was two meters away from Chen Che. Hearing him telling lies again, he hurried forward and pulled his sleeve. His fingertips brushed across the back of his hand, and the thin nails scratched his skin.

To outsiders, this move seemed a bit too much. Zhao Xizhi held his breath. Who was she, Mu Guiying or Hua Mulan? She was so bold. How was this any different from pushing him?

Unexpectedly, Shen Che put his hand in the light and took a look. He saw three red marks and commented calmly: "Tsk, are you a sloth?"

The girl's brain is spinning.

The young master placed the back of his hand in front of her and accused her, "Where's the three-toed sloth? If not a three-toed sloth, what could be the murderer?"

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Zhao Xizhi was trying to hold back his laughter to the point where he had to be rescued.

The sloth's reaction was indeed slow, his face as red as an increasingly thick red brush. He reached out and dug into his suit pocket: "Give it back to me."

He hid Mee Mee in his bulging pockets.

Chen Che opened her hand and said, "You put on your pants and don't recognize me? Even if I don't have any credit, I have worked hard!"

Mee Mee has transformed from an uptown sheep into a Prada-wearing she-demon sheep. I'm borrowing him for two days. What's wrong? ①

"!!!" My mother, my grandma...what kind of vicious words are these! Zhao Xizhi's heart was filled with turmoil, and his eyes drooped to the ground.

Grab it, huh? She grabbed it too. Chi Leyou reached for his suit pocket.

She was very close to him. He could have easily dodged her, but he just stood there, letting her get close. His cry for help was light and forceless: "Robbery."

The girl's small hand reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of snacks. Chi Leyou was struck by lightning and cried out that he had been tricked.

She raised her eyes in anger and met his.

"Do you want more?" Chen Che reached into his pocket and pretended to be generous, "I'll give you another bag of spicy noodles."

"Hey, take pictures, take pictures." The famous people in the Maple Leaf folk art circle are best at making paste.

A photographer appeared out of nowhere, holding a SLR camera, and the shutter clicked.

Ji Wuling, more concerned with the camera's quality than his fans, leaned in front of the SLR. On the LCD screen, the girl's gaze passed over his increasingly thinning forehead and angrily pointed to the young man beside him.

The young man was dressed in a neat suit. When the photo was enlarged, one could catch a glimpse of the arrogance that only teenagers have in their eyes.

Ji Wuling, squeezed in between handsome men and beautiful women, said helplessly: "Oh no, they took pictures of me like a panini."

Chen Che also saw the photo and raised a tone of great respect: "Teacher Ji, with your body shape, standing between us, Panini is slim, and you have to be called Big Mac."

"..." Teacher Ji wanted to call the police. Who let him in? Do we have a blacklist for theater ticketing? Don't let this kid come here anymore!

Shen Che winked at the photographer, who fully grasped his spirit and called out, "Come on, let's take a photo of our handsome guy and beautiful girl."

The backstage, which should have been deserted, was suddenly bustling with activity.

Ji Wuling stepped aside and joked, "I don't want to be a 200-watt light bulb."

The background and floor were dark. A bewildered girl stood beside the man. Chen Che glanced at her from the side. The two small whorls on the back of her head made her look very domineering. However, her soft sideburns and fluffy hair made her look soft and cute, just like the baby he kept in his pocket.

He couldn't catch her expression, "Hey, the photographer is asking to take pictures, what are you talking about?"

"You're out of date," the girl said in a disgusted voice, "'Kimchi' is popular now."

Chen Che looked away from her, "Singing a different tune, huh?"

It’s bad enough that you don’t take good photos, but you’re also talking about kimchi sticks.

The photographer commanded, "Look at the camera." As the flash went off, Shen Che caught a glimpse of a vivid face, its eyebrows raised, its lips twitching, its entire face filled with a smile.

He heard the girl say loudly: "kimchi~"②

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"Kim...chi." Straight men don't know how to take pictures. Chen Che couldn't imagine that the two broken kimchi pronunciation groups together would produce the same effect as eggplant.

I threw a few new plastic banknotes to the photographer, and he understood and happily synced the photos to the young master.

"Brother," he, who was obviously a round older than Chen Che, lowered his own status - no, in front of the rich man, he could be worthless. The cameraman asked, "This photo is really well taken. Your girlfriend's smile is really -"

"Not an object."

"--sweet."

"Is it sweet or not? Do you think so?"

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This guy, why is he so moody? If it weren't for the money, he really wanted to punch the rich man in the face.

Since the rich man didn't like him talking about other girls, the cameraman changed the subject: "Brother, you look good on camera." He knelt down to beg for money from the capitalist. He was abroad, doing it for a living!

Chen Che's eyes flashed, and he moved away from him, saying warily, "What do you want to do?"

Young man: “?” Complimenting you on your photogenic appearance literally means that I hope you will take photos again in the future.

"What's the matter?" The sweetheart of the rich man came - followed by a woman wearing a red cassock.

Zhao Xizhi wrapped himself in Mrs. Cen's crimson cashmere shawl: "Youyou, why are you so cold?"

Yoyo? Chen Che felt inexplicably unhappy. Chi Leyou was his gay friend, and he had never called her "Yoyo" once. What was this all about? Hey, calling someone by a different name the first time they met? What was her identity?

Seeing that Zhao Xi's upper and lower teeth were chattering, Chi Leyou took off his scarf and wrapped it around the other's face, three circles on the left and three circles on the right, as if bandaging a patient with a broken cervical vertebra.

Everyone was silent.

Zhao Xizhi, originally dressed in red carpet attire, suddenly looked out of place, like a pampered city Samoyed forced to wear a large flowered jacket knitted by his grandmother during the Spring Festival.

Zhao Xizhi buried the back of his nose in the scarf and sniffed: "What a nice smell~ What's that smell~"

Yeah, she still does! Shen Che’s displeasure at Zhao Xizhi reached its peak.

Chi Leyou said that these were fragrance beads, and they must be available in China. Zhao Xizhi had to move his face closer to her and said, "Youyou, give me the brand so I can buy some to bring back home."

Chen Che's brows knitted together. What was he talking about? A man over 1.7 meters tall resting his head on her shoulder, was that even reasonable?

"Ocean mist, this scent is the best." Chi Leyou found the product page and sent it to Zhao Xizhi via WeChat.

"..." Chen Che's face twitched to the side. How long have we known each other? And they've already added each other on WeChat?!

At the same time, Mrs. Wang, who was busy at the Shen family villa, received a message from Shen Che: Use this fragrance bead, Ocean Mist, from now on.

Mrs. Wang was stunned. How could the prince care about the work of the laundry department?

Sister Yan had just finished preparing the guest room: "The old lady just called and arranged Miss Zhao's room on the floor above the young master."

Mrs. Wang’s phone vibrated again.

[Prince: I won't be back to live here recently.]

The wife just returned home, and the young master didn't even come home? It's not right for the host to be away when guests come to visit.

Mrs. Wang sighed: "High salary, high challenge, I'll just have to comfort the guests when they come."

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As he walked out of the theater, the temperature had dropped several degrees compared to when he came in, and Zhao Xizhi sneezed violently.

The familiar off-road vehicle lay at the foot of the steps, like a perverse yet loyal beast, patiently waiting for its owner to arrive.

The car window slowly lowered, and a fresh face appeared from the passenger seat where Chi Leyou had been sitting: "Xixi——"

Chi Leyou recognized the person, she was Zhao Xizhi's beautiful mother.

Mrs. Cen, who had already left with the crowd, waited until all the flowers had wilted. After calling her daughter, she reluctantly called out to Chen Che.

"I'm driving, take your time." Shen Che walked down the stairs in the other direction.

Mrs. Cen quickly raised the car window. If she took another breath of the air containing the "clear factor", she would die!

"Youyou, take me out to play when you have time." Zhao Xizhi was reluctant to leave, and Chi Leyou agreed and waved at her.

The surroundings became quiet and the wind started to blow. Her scarf was taken away by Zhao Xizhi, and the cold wind blew into her neck.

Shocked by her good-natured behavior, Shen Che was silent for a moment before speaking loudly: "I'll take you there."

The girl looked back and saw him returning to his usual reserved appearance. Unlike the expensive clothes worn by ordinary people, there was hardly a wrinkle on the fabric. He said little and stood like a sculpture in the middle of the steps.

The cold wind blew through the ends of his hair, rustling it slightly, which was the only movement in this frame.

The dark sky loomed overhead, and a row of regularly spaced bright stars slowly passed by.

Faced with the mysterious unknown, the girl's gaze was drawn to the long ellipsis in the sky. Chen Che followed her gaze and smiled suddenly: "Starlink."

"Not an alien fleet?"

"Are you stunned by the science fiction movie? How can there be so many aliens?"

Chi Leyou's phone vibrated. It was a video sent by a man who was one meter away from him.

She opened it suspiciously, and the rows of twinkling stars in the video were exactly the same as those in the sky.

"Did you take this?" She marveled at the high-definition picture quality, which was definitely not something a mobile phone could produce.

"My aunt took this photo. She takes pictures of lunar craters, Saturn's rings, and other things when she has nothing to do."

"Astrophotographer?"

"almost."

"Big Fortune!"

Strange words came out of her mouth, just like Kimchi. He wanted to ask, but was afraid of being labeled as "ignorant".

So there was silence.

Chi Leyou scratched his neck, suddenly realizing they were out of sync, and apologized sincerely: "My roommate is from Korea, I learned this habit from her."

"Hmm, it's marinated well." Chen Che learned and practiced, "It tastes like kimchi."

"You learn very quickly!" A hearty voice echoed in the night sky. A half moon hung in the sky, illuminating the thin cloud net.

"No, Mr. Koike teaches well." He said with a smile.

The atmosphere was quite harmonious, and Chi Leyou couldn't help but want to chat with him more.

He stood under the bright white moonlight, his body enveloped in a layer of clear light. The unassuming Chen Che looked like a piece of unpolluted organic lettuce, fresh and crisp.

Chi Leyou pulled herself out of her thoughts in time and couldn't think any further. She said goodbye, "Then I'll go first."

"I have a car, I'll take you there."

The clouds were blown away by the wind, and the moonlight poured down, casting a soft light filter on the girl's face: "I have a car too."

Shen Che laughed angrily: "Just your electric skateboard? Have you charged it? Don't let it run out of power halfway and push it all the way back."

"Who are you looking down on?" Chi Leyou slowly walked to the side of the sports car, made an O-shape around it, and stopped in front of a telephone pole beside the curb.

My vision was half blocked by the sports car, so I couldn't see her movements clearly.

An outrageous thought came to my mind: would this guy imitate a dog and pee in the street?

Bell - the sound of a crisp bell.

She pushed the bicycle out and gave him a squint, her pupils shining like broken silver: "Clang, clang, clang, my little bike."

It wasn't like Chen Che hadn't considered the ownership of his precious bicycle. He could reveal his identity and take a photo of the transaction receipt and collection certificate in front of her.

But she was a gay friend he had been chatting with for two years, and he had a stolen lamb and a handmade handkerchief with very bad stitching in his pocket.

Two for one. Judging from the quantity alone, he made a profit.

But his baby, his own daughter who had been missing for eight months, appeared in front of him so brightly.

The bicycle is in good condition, and you can tell the dealer has a conscience.

——But not much.

Chi Leyou stepped onto the bike with great skill, supporting himself with one foot on the ground.

After being missing for several months, his car has changed a lot.

An ugly cylindrical wicker basket was installed on the front of the bike, and the original silver bell was gone, replaced by a colorful polka-dot bell.

These, Shen Che can tolerate.

Chi Leyou leaned over, patted the mysterious device on the wheel, and said proudly, "A product of Temu. Guess what it is?"

Shen Che shook his head.

The girl pressed the button in a show of skill, and the device emitted mysterious rays, like light waves sent to the earth by aliens.

The beams of light hit the ground and formed patterns.

Shen Che's eyelids twitched wildly, and a projection of Ultraman suddenly appeared on the ground.

She rode circles around him, showing him off.

"This projector lamp is so popular, Pikachu is out of stock! Only Ultraman is left."

"Ultraman's hands can move! Wow!"

"Ha~ Doesn't it look good?"

She revolved around him, like the earth revolving around the sun, round and round.

He had no idea whether it looked good or not. The only thing he could feel was his heart beating faster and slower, and then bang, a high-level emotional bomb exploded in his heart.

There was silence all around, only the throbbing heart.