Chapter 187 Extra: Metamorphosis (10)
When the production crew found this small clinic, this was the scene they encountered.
Young Master Duan almost got into a fight with the old village doctor, and the crew members quickly stepped in to separate the two.
[Wasn't White-Haired Bro supposed to be running away? How did he end up here? Did he get lost?]
[Why is the Cong family's youngest brother here too? Is he planning to take a hostage with him when he escapes? He's the kind of person who would do something like that.]
Duan Mingxiao frowned as he looked at the staff member who was holding his arm. The boy spoke bluntly, his long, dark eyes filled with a chilling coldness.
The staff member next to him immediately let go of his hand. How could this person be so young yet have such a frightening aura?
The production crew came looking for him, but Duan was very unhappy. It meant he would have to stay there for another day and probably wouldn't be able to leave tonight.
"Duan Mingxiao, you have violated the program's rules by sneaking out tonight."
"In accordance with the program's previously established rules, the runtime has been extended."
[Hahahaha, Firecracker Guy deserved it.]
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The young master stood aside with a cold face and didn't say a word. Duan Mingxiao was too lazy to explain to this group of idiots.
Unexpectedly, a soft voice suddenly rang out at that moment.
Cong Chun's quiet gaze fell on Duan Mingxiao, and she slowly explained to everyone.
She asked Duan Mingxiao to take her to the village clinic because she had a fever.
Duan Mingxiao looked up at him and muttered something.
Pshaw, I don't care if you speak up for me.
Cong Chun appeared beside him without him noticing; the boy still had a fever and spoke in a somewhat slurred tone.
"Please don't extend his time."
The staff looked at each other in bewilderment. Since someone was speaking up for Duan Mingxiao, and they had no concrete evidence, and the person was found in the clinic.
Indeed, it matched what Cong Chun had said, so the production crew had no choice but to give up.
Duan Mingxiao couldn't be bothered with them. The young master was still angry. After all, it was the first time in his life that he had lost an argument, and he even ended up in a draw with a slovenly old man. He was ashamed to admit it.
Immediately afterwards, the young master noticed that an arm had quietly wrapped around his arm.
Cong Chun looked up and smiled at him.
"Then let's go home."
"I'm so sleepy."
Duan Mingxiao, unusually, did not shake him off, and the boy nodded indifferently.
But she couldn't help but think to herself, "This person in front of me is really clingy."
Just like his silly son at home, who wants to wag his tail and circle around him all the time.
Hehe, there's nothing we can do about it. After all, no matter how low-key he is, he has to admit that Duan Mingxiao is a very popular figure wherever he goes.
Didn't they say this show also did some kind of live stream? Those viewers in the live stream chat probably praised him a lot, haha.
In the end, the medical expenses were paid by the program crew, otherwise the old man was very stubborn and wouldn't let the two of them leave.
Before even leaving the clinic, one could still hear Duan Mingxiao and the old village doctor hurling insults at each other, while the staff nearby were sweating profusely.
On the way back, Cong Chun and Duan Mingxiao walked ahead, stepping in the moonlight.
Cong Chun had a fever, but couldn't help but steal several glances at Duan Mingxiao.
Duan Mingxiao deliberately kept a cold face, turned his head, and questioned in a light tone.
Why have you been spying on me?
Cong Chun was surprised that his actions had been discovered so quickly, and he rubbed his forehead in annoyance.
Then the boy spoke hesitantly, like a little snail.
"I think you are very good-looking."
Duan Mingxiao's appearance perfectly matched Cong Chun's aesthetic standards, although Cong Chun's aesthetic standards were somewhat different from those of ordinary people.
The eldest son is tall and strong, and must be very strong when doing farm work, just like an old ox in the field. This is what Cong Chun envies.
Cong Chun felt a surge of excitement at the thought of being able to be friends with such a handsome boy; he also wished he could grow that tall.
These blunt words entered the young master's ears.
Under the dim light of the night, the slight redness on Duan Mingxiao's ear tips was not so noticeable.
In the young master's eyes, Cong Chun was not only cunning but also glib-tongued.
It seems this person is not honest at all.
Before long, they returned to the Cong family home.
Duan Mingxiao hadn't showered yet, and now even he himself was disgusted with himself.
Fortunately, the young master was naturally hot-tempered. After taking a cold bath, he returned to sit on the bamboo bed with a pale face.
Her hair, which used to stand upright during the day, now hangs down, giving her a more obedient look.
There was another person in the room. Cong Chun was young and excited. He hugged his puppy plush toy and couldn't sleep.
His eyes were bright as he looked at Duan Mingxiao.
"They just said you're coming to our school to study tomorrow, is that true?"
Perhaps because he was too excited, Cong Chun became a little cautious and hesitant, wanting the boy in front of him to give him a direct answer before he would feel at ease.
Duan Mingxiao nodded, and then he saw Cong Chun's face light up with a happy smile. The next second, Cong Chun leaned halfway off the bed and reached under the bed to grope around.
The young master was startled by his actions, thinking that his head was about to fall down.
He even leaned forward, ready to catch Cong Chun.
Then Cong Chun took out a dark blue metal box, which had previously been a snack box for cookies.
Upon seeing what Cong Chun was holding, Duan Mingxiao realized his mistake and looked somewhat strange.
Without realizing it, I felt a sense of relief.
Then, Cong Chun opened the cookie box, counted out the money, and handed it to Duan Mingxiao.
"Thank you, um... could you please help me give the money to the uncle on the show?"
The eldest son didn't take it.
"You give it to yourself."
Cong Chun's little face showed some distress.
Please.
Upon hearing this, Duan Mingxiao reached out and took the bills, which were neatly folded.
Duan Mingxiao couldn't help but think to himself, "I'll buy some firecrackers tomorrow morning and blow up the production crew."
The eldest young master remained silent, while Cong Chun made conversation to keep quiet.
"Why is your hair white?"
"Is it innate?"
Do you miss your mother?
Are you a high school student too?
Duan Mingxiao was tired of hearing about these kinds of topics.
Like a little bee, it keeps buzzing incessantly, it's so annoying.
Finally, the young master, with a dark expression, said to Cong Chun, "Quiet."
Cong Chun then hugged the puppy plush toy and rolled to a spot further inside to sleep.
The next day, three more transfer students arrived at the town's middle school.
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