Tao Yingbo has been dead for ten years, and he has hated Qu Dehui for ten years.

It is said that enemies are particularly jealous when they meet, especially when Qu Dehui doesn't know his existence, Tao Yingbo feels even more proud.

Last night, Tao Yingbo couldn't help it, and ran to knock on Qu Dehui's door in the middle of the night. After all, ghosts are not living people. If they want to enter a living person's room, they must get the owner's permission, such as knocking on the door and opening it.

Even though he knew that Qu Dehui couldn't see him, Tao Yingbo still knocked on his door again and again.

"Who is it?" Qu Dehui hadn't slept yet, but was lying down and preparing to fall asleep. He felt a little irritated when he heard the door ring in the middle of the night.

He first asked who was outside the door, but no one answered.

He thought he would just ignore it, but when he sat up and lay down, the knock on the door sounded again.

"Are you sick?" Qu Dehui muttered to himself, and got up angrily to open the door, wanting to see who was so cruel to disturb him in the middle of the night.

However, after opening the door, there was no one outside except for a gust of wind.

"Bang!"

Qu Dehui slammed the door shut, and he was sure that someone was playing a prank. But in this situation, he didn't know who was so bored, so he could only wait until tomorrow to report to the program team and check the surveillance.

Thinking of this, he went to lie down on the bed, holding his mobile phone and sending messages to someone.

In the screen he couldn't see, Tao Yingbo was staring at him viciously.

If it wasn't for this person, his song would still be his. If it weren't for this person, maybe he wouldn't be dead now.

Why was he killed so badly, while the instigator was not affected at all?

It's not fair, it's really not fair!

Tao Yingbo became angrier and angrier as he thought about it, and then he floated to Qu Dehui and stretched out his hand to strangle him. His hand passed through his body and turned into nothingness, without causing any substantial harm to him at all.

Tao Yingbo tried several times and was very tired, but Qu Dehui just curled his lips and sent a message, not knowing Tao Yingbo's existence at all.

Tao Yingbo was angry and anxious, but he had no choice but to lie down beside Qu Dehui.

He glanced inadvertently and saw his chat history.

During this time, he skillfully switched the chat interface and chatted with several girls by himself. The comments were from all over the world, but Qu Dehui called them all baby.

"Bah, scumbag!" Anyone with a discerning eye knew what Qu Dehui was doing. Tao Yingbo couldn't stand it and couldn't help but curse at him.

After thinking about it, he still felt unsatisfied, so he tapped his forehead hard, thinking that this man was stupid.

A strange thing happened. Just after Tao Yingbo tapped Qu Dehui's forehead, Qu Dehui, who had not reacted, suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

"Strange, why is it itchy all of a sudden?" It was still a natural self-talk without any practical meaning, but God knows how shocked Tao Yingbo was after hearing it.

With a tentative mood, he hesitated and reached out his hand again, and tapped Qu Dehui's forehead. You know what, this time the other party still reacted.

Tao Yingbo came vigorously and tapped his forehead again and again.

Qu Dehui just felt that his forehead was inexplicably uncomfortable but he couldn't find the reason, so he could only comfort himself to go to sleep first. But even so, he was extremely uneasy that night.

In the morning, when he entered the bathroom yawning, Qu Dehui found that his forehead was a little red, and he didn't know what happened.

Tao Yingbo felt much better after tapping his forehead all night. He couldn't help but follow Qu Dehui and wait for an opportunity.

As a result, when the vocal group started recording, Tao Yingbo remembered that he still had the task of composing music.

Although he didn't want to let Qu Dehui go, Tao Yingbo still hurried to the singing and composing group classroom. It was only after he left that he realized that he had such a strong desire for revenge...

"I really didn't mean it, otherwise I would stay away from him in the future and never act on my own again..." What Tao Yingbo did was beyond their plan, and he was not sure what Lu Xu would think of him.

"So, your attack can cause him substantial damage, right?"

"It's just to the extent of itching..."

"That's right, as long as you feel it a little bit, it will be easy to deal with." Lu Xu suddenly smiled, looked at Tao Yingbo and said, "It's the same as water dripping through a stone."

"Right!" Tao Yingbo nodded quickly, thinking that what Lu Xu said made sense, "I did tickle him once or twice, but after so many times, his forehead also turned red."

"Yes." Lu Xu nodded, without deliberately restricting Tao Yingbo's actions.

Tao Yingbo probably understood what he meant, and just said that he would not harm anyone's life even if he was angry.

Ji Xiunian had been listening to them talking about things, and he felt more and more strange in his heart. He had discovered long before that F4 paid too much attention to Lu Xu. If they were just facing their idol as fans, they would not be so respectful.

Now Tao Yingbo is the same, even when he is talking about his enemy, he is trying hard to control his emotions in front of Lu Xu.

For some reason, Ji Xiunian had a hunch that Lu Xu was hiding something from him.

After Tao Yingbo left, Lu Xu turned his head to look at Ji Xiunian, as if asking him if he had anything to ask him.

Facing such a beautiful face, it was difficult for Ji Xiunian to doubt anything in front of him.

He just smiled, and after the two chatted briefly, Lu Xu carried Eighth Sister back to his room.

Ji Xiunian sent them away, and then sat on the sofa to recall what happened before, and couldn't help but start to sort out the timeline in his mind.

He didn't think Lu Xu had any secrets that he couldn't tell anyone, he just wanted to get to know him better.

On the other side, Lu Xu started yawning as soon as he returned to the dormitory.

Seeing this, Xu Haoming couldn't help but said with concern: "Brother Xu, is it very hard for you in the singing and songwriting group? You have to think all the time."

"Yeah." Lu Xu didn't deny it, but just responded.

Seeing this, Song Zhe said, "Let's go to bed early today. Lu Xu, you should also go to bed early. We still have to continue recording tomorrow."

Lu Xu readily agreed, "Yes, thank you, Brother Zhe."

As the youngest in the dormitory, the other three took great care of Lu Xu. They said they would go to bed as soon as they saw him, but they never expected that the quilt on Lu Xu's bed would flatten down just as the three of them fell asleep.

Today is a rare day for the Death God Department to gather together to discuss how to deal with Xie An's problem.

"I don't think there is anything to worry about. If you do something wrong, you should take responsibility. If you don't punish him severely this time, what if others follow suit in the future?" "

But Xie An has done a good job in all other tasks except this one. We should look at his merits and demerits separately, and we can't just generalize him."

Lu Xu arrived a little later than the scheduled time. As soon as he arrived at the door of the conference room, he heard people inside arguing about Xie An.

He walked in slowly, and the whole conference room seemed to have pressed the pause button, and turned to look at him.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I'm a little late because I was on a mission." Lu Xu first said sorry politely, and then smiled at everyone, "You guys continue, I also want to hear everyone's views on Xie An's case."