Chapter 20 He seems... to be broken. Lip balm is stuck on one side of his mouth...
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Chi Leyou sent a message to Manager Yang of Xiyouhui.
Manager Yang is 45 years old and from Jinshi.
"All the tickets are gone! Seriously!" Sister Yang couldn't wait to reveal her heart to Xiao Chi. In the last 10 seconds of her hearty, long speech, Sister Yang changed the subject and said, "If you want to see it, just tell me. I'll arrange for you to stand at the back. It's considered a bonus for those outside the class!"
The "free standing tickets" for insiders are similar to the security guards in front of the concert stage.
Chi Leyou should be happy. How cool would a free crosstalk performance be?
She sat at the table with one hand supporting her chin, her little finger scratching the corner of her eye, and the off screen of her cell phone reflected half of a ghost face.
But someone wants four tickets.
Four.
His fingertips tapped on the keyboard.
No one voted in the Maple Leaf National Student Exchange Group.
The message Chi Leyou sent asking for tickets was quickly flooded with messages.
[Liuzi A: Fresh and hot McGill Mathematics Department final notes (ooops, failed two courses, but took notes devoutly)]
[Liuzi B: This broom is almost new. It can't play Quidditch, but it can make your ex cry.]
[Liuzi C: I'm out of Laoganma fermented bean curd, and there's half a bottle left. It's amazing for replenishing iron!]
Girls are confused. Can half a bottle of fermented bean curd replenish iron?
Liuzi C added detailed pictures of Lao Gan Ma.
Wow! That rusty iron cover!
Chi Leyou rolled his eyes and decisively left the group.
She went to Facebook Marketplace and found that there were more scalpers than users - foreign scalpers were reselling Justin Bieber concert tickets.
Crosstalk is a niche entertainment in the Chinese community in Maple Leaf Country.
Chi Leyou opened the local apps of Maple Leaf Country one by one and unexpectedly found that Kijiji had stopped service.
She discovered this app by accident. It is similar to the seafood market in China. She bought her bicycle on Kijiji.
On the trading day, the grand car pick-up ceremony made Chi Leyou almost think it was a Porsche car pick-up site.
The mysterious previous owner did not show up.
The cherry blossom tree in front of his house, Chi Leyou claimed her "new car".
The car was polished until it looked like new, and the handles on both sides were carefully tied with bows.
She pressed the pedal hard.
The girl was carrying a bicycle, speeding along the lakeside lane.
The wind blew through the red polka-dot ribbon and into the windbreaker, causing the hem to bulge.
The memory is frozen and turned into frames in a youthful and passionate comic.
That short memory of being treated with care by a gentle stranger gradually faded away with the closure of the conscientious second-hand trading platform.
Chi Leyou searched a few more keywords.
Finally, we see the dawn of victory.
[Xiyouhui·This Saturday's Ji Wuling Evening Show: "Debt Is Inescapable" and "Renting a Dad for the New Year..."]
She held her breath and glanced across the program, stopping at the last price.
The eyeballs were motionless.
How much is the ticket price?
600 yuan/ticket.
Blinking many times.
You read it wrong, the unit is not "yuan", it is "dao".
$600! A single ticket! A ridiculously high price! The knife pointed at the heart of Maple Leaf Elementary School!
She hesitated for a second and was surprised to find that the initial price of $600 was gone, and the price on the page suddenly became "$888/sheet".
“!!!”
This is the first time I’ve encountered a seller who increases the price in real time!
The scalper's name is Mr. Liu.
Excuse me, respected Mr. Liu, the price you offer is considered price gouging, which would be a crime in ancient times.
"Park Xigua." Chi Leyou turned his head to seek the opinions of professionals.
Park Ye-jin didn't study hard in high school, but was obsessed with idol worship. She has unique experience in buying concert and fan meeting tickets.
After hearing what Chi Leyou said, Park Yezhen's pupils trembled: "Mr. Duo?"
"He wants four tickets, so that's $3,500."
Park Ye-jin asked again: "Is it the little Yueyue that you guys like in Zhonggu Salami?"
If it's Xiao Yueyue, then it's worth it! It's normal for star-chasing girls to spend money on their idols.
Chi Leyou: "Of course not."
"Shit! Ask your friend to ask the scalpers to come out and snatch it away! We'll buy it for free!" The scalpers were raising the price so much that Park Ye-jin couldn't stand it anymore.
“…”
Seeing that Chi Leyou's face was sagging, Park Yezhen ran over hurriedly, pressed her palms on her cheeks, and rubbed them left and right.
Chi Leyou, who was squeezed out of the chicken's mouth, could only whimper.
"If your friend has money, then buy it." Park Ye-jin said.
There are a lot of rich people in Maple Leaf Country.
Chi Leyou spoke intermittently: "He... just looks rich."
Park Ye-jin harshly criticized: "Donkey dung balls are shiny on the outside!"
Chi Leyou was surprised by his rapid improvement in Chinese.
Cartoon characters need this kind of contrast. Park Ye-jin came to her senses and let out a cry, then rushed to the desk.
Ma Liang, the master of the magic brush, held the pressure-sensitive pen and wrote a few strokes.
The rolling stool slid Xiaochi to the opposite table, and the first reader of the great painter Park rushed to the scene.
Comics on the digital tablet——
With a perfect figure, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, he is a typical Korean comic book prince from ancient times disguised as a modern man.
The tail of the eye is long and narrow, and the brow peak is sharp.
Park Ye-jin enlarged her eyes further and further, casting a watery glow under the cartoon character's eyes.
After the finishing touch, the aloof and noble young man emerges.
The person who was appreciating the painting felt a buzz in his head.
The nobleman walked out from the tablet and transformed before her.
It was like the first sight of me beneath the cherry blossoms in the backyard of a mansion. The branches of the cherry blossoms that had withered in my memory were now bursting with buds before my eyes.
The painting is like someone.
"Adding weeping willows to the background makes our male lead look even more elegant." Park Ye-jin said as she painted.
It wasn't a cherry tree, and Chi Leyou felt relieved.
—A deep male voice, like a Buddhist chant, said: “I’ve been blackmailed.”
The words Shen Che said rang in my ears.
It was clearly an experience of being blackmailed by older kids in elementary school, and had nothing to do with her, but why did a hole appear in her heart and a cold wind blew in?
Feeling inexplicably guilty.
"Is this okay? Illustration of the male lead in the second episode." Park Ye-jin asked.
Chi Leyou came back to her senses, with a deep complaint and an angry tone still lingering in her mind, as if she was the culprit who blackmailed the innocent child.
Chi Leyou has become a gangster, so she has to make some fun in the second dimension to comfort herself.
"That's almost it." She stood up, standing tall, and pointed at the paper man's suit with disdainful fingertips, "Take it off!"
"Wear a shirt? Sure." The great painter Park held the brush and picked and chose like an aunt peeling bamboo shoots on an assembly line. The nobleman's suit disappeared, his tie vanished, and his neat shirt lost two precious buttons.
"It's not enough." Chi Leyou joined the Film Classification Committee on the spot and became the most unscrupulous member. She instructed the female workers on the assembly line, "Tear it open, open it...ah, cuff your wrists."
Park Ye-jin abused the male lead as required by the screenwriter, laughing evilly and singing a Chinese song.
From the off-key singing and the dragging rhythm, Chi Leyou recognized the song title: Alex To's "Take Off".
"Take off/off/off/off~take off/off/off/off/coat~"
The elegant young man on the digital tablet has changed a lot.
His robe was wide open, revealing his cold white skin - his creator, painter Park, was darkening the shadows of his muscles, making them as solid as hills and connected into one piece.
His left hand was handcuffed and raised to his chest. He lowered his head, his lips biting the other handcuff, his hair covering his face.
Next storyboard.
He suddenly raised his head, his eyes sparkling with a hint of temptation.
Park Ye-jin painted his lips and smeared lip balm on one corner of his mouth.
He seems to be...about to be ruined.
Chi Leyou was dumbfounded, the scene was too much!
“Great!!!” Park Ye-jin was so happy with the painting.
“…” Chi Leyou wanted to remind her that serious comic platforms cannot draw Gongman (“Gong” means manually turning 90 degrees). ①
Unexpectedly, Park Ye-jin threw questions one after another: "What about the age setting? The rich sister and the puppy brother are 8 years apart?"
The screenwriter was like West Highland catching a frisbee, leaping into the air and barely catching the problem.
She tried hard to recall.
The wealthy sister has a youthful figure and skin like sticky rice in the refrigerator. How can she be 35? She is definitely 18 years old and in her prime.
"10 years old?" Chi Leyou said.
"10 years is boring." Park Ye-jin was dissatisfied, "A 20-year age difference is fun."
"Are you crazy? You're 20 years younger than me, but you can be his mother!"
"A 60-year-old man's blind date requirement is between 25 and 35. As a grown woman, we can't find a much younger man—why?! Are you in the modern world but your mind is in the Ming Dynasty?"
“…”
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Chen Che didn't sleep well that night.
After taking a shower to wake up, he walked into the restaurant wrapped in his bathrobe.
Du Yuanshan looked up, and the meticulous painter, Sister Yan, held up the mask brush and smeared a thick layer of "dark green lime" on the hostess's face.
Unexpectedly, her son woke up so early. Du Yuanshan freed one hand, shook it, and called out, "Xiao Che."
The connector code is correct.
Only then did Chen Che slip on his feet and wander over to his mother.
At the dining table, loyal Mrs. Wang was serving the dishes.
Breakfast was extravagant.
The young master, who said, "I can't sleep but I'll try to eat something," pulled out a chair.
"Hey~" Du Yuanshan gave an order, "Help Mommy get the iPad."
Not to mention Chen Che, even Mrs. Wang shuddered. She seemed terrified, but in fact she was attracted by Du Yuanshan's new term: "... Madam, I'll go get the stent."
"No need," Du Yuanshan said, a considerate employer. "Raising a son is a way to support you in your old age. I already have a good son."
Her eldest son had a blank expression on his face: "Diagnosed with Parkinson's?"
"you!"
The mask had several cracks.
This mouth: archaeologists in the future will dig it out.
Museum label: One million years old, adult male human mouth fossil, hardness/hardness grade: highest.
Be careful of Du Yuanshan turning into a Super Saiyan Mom, and Chen Che will appear to be submissive.
"...Okay, I'll be filial to you." He placed the iPad in front of Du Yuanshan, but the facial unlocking feature failed. "Password."
Du Yuanshan's face was cold, and her heart was chilled: "The password is the birthdays of the two men I love most."
Shen Che typed Shen Dahe and his own birthday on the iPad.
Wrong password.
His heart warmed. He was his mother's number one priority. He retyped the number, silently placing his birthday ahead of his father's, his fingertips even more gentle.
Wrong password.
He raised his eyes: "?"
Du Yuanshan grabbed the iPad and entered the birthdays of her younger brother Du Ziyuan and Shen Dahe.
"Slightly~" She stuck out her tongue at her son.
“How old are you…” Shen Che was speechless.
After unlocking, the page jumps to webtoon.
The poor creature without mother's love, endured the cold face, kept a low profile, and held the iPad firmly.
"My big watermelon!" Du Yuanshan's eyes became brighter and brighter. "This is wonderful!"
"Xiaoxi, give your mother a tip, quickly." Du Yuanshan was so excited that she forgot the correct code.
I was forced to recall my former name, Mr. Shen, who washed his underwear with a cold face, and rewarded the comic author.
The scene jumps back to the scene of Du Yuanshanshasha.
Shen Che squinted his eyes and scanned the comic page.
Is this his illusion?
Why does this guy in the comics look a bit like him in real life...?
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