Who is it?
Chang Le asked.
The next day.
"Hi~ My dear Chang Le, it's been a long time!"
His long, slender hand swept his bangs aside, his handsome face tilted back at a 45-degree angle, his smiling lips curving into a perfect arc, complete with a charming wink~
Chang Le: ...
She stared blankly at the charming, blond-haired man in front of her, then turned to look at Luo Xuan: "It can't be him, can it?"
Luo Xuan pursed his lips and tugged at the corner of his mouth: "It's him."
"The number one young talent in the Golden Domain?"
"Um."
Chang Le looked at the blond-haired guy, who was still posing, with a faint pain on his face, and an absurd guess rose in his mind: "Your teacher is not Mu Liangchao, is he?"
The blond-haired man's eyes lit up. He pulled out a candy stick, twirled it twice on his fingertips, flicked it up, and it landed precisely in his mouth.
"As expected of someone who has become the young master, he's really smart!" he said, pointing his hands at Chang Le as if gesturing with a gun.
Chang Le had a constipated expression on his face, too weak to even complain.
No wonder! That familiar contrast, that familiar, incomprehensible charm. It's definitely a continuation of the same lineage!
"What's wrong, Chang Le?" The blond-haired man brushed his bangs aside. "Are you feeling unwell? You look pale."
Chang Le couldn't take it anymore and turned around to grab Luo Xuan: "I said! Has he always been this slick?"
Aaaaaaah!
Flipping his hair, rubbing his forehead, looking up at a 45-degree angle, twirling a pen, gesturing with a gun... every movement looks like he's just been pulled out of a 105-degree oil pan!
I can't take it anymore!!
Chang Le not only had eye pain, but her stomach was also starting to rise.
Luo Xuan was also unable to appreciate this kind of "handsomeness": "This, this wasn't like this before. After he went to study outside with Mu Liangchao for a period of time and came back, he... Please try your best to adapt."
"I might not be able to adapt."
"It's okay, you can throw up."
Yellow Hair: ? ? ?
"Hey, hey, I'm still here!" The blond guy angrily smacked his forehead.
"Isn't this cool? Every move was carefully designed by me! I prepared it for Lele to see! When their training was so rough that it looked like they came out of a coal mine, it was me who painstakingly designed the greeting for our young master!"
Another wink!
A herd of alpacas galloped through Chang Le's mind: Listen to me, thank you, because of your greasiness, you warmed all four seasons...
"Forget it, the path of fashion is ultimately a lonely one," the blond-haired man said melancholically, then his perfect smile and pose vanished, and he gestured with his chin towards Chang Le.
"Young Master, shall we set off?"
Chang Le clasped his hands in a fist salute to him: "Everything is fine now!"
"Huh?" The blond-haired man instinctively returned the fist salute.
"Keep talking like this, keep this attitude, thank you." Chang Le patted him on the shoulder, said goodbye to Luo Xuan, and got into the car.
Unappreciated by her charm, the blond-haired girl, clutching her heart, bid a sorrowful farewell to Luo Xuan. Luo Xuan had already turned his back and looked up at the sky: This blue sky, it's so blue!
The blond-haired guy angrily mouthed a string of curses, then turned and got into the car.
"Um, that..." Chang Le suddenly realized that he didn't even know his name.
"Yes, Princess, please give your orders~" the blond-haired man said with a dashing smile.
Chang Le: "...Never mind."
"What do you mean 'just let it go'?" The blond-haired man suddenly became serious, one hand on the car door and the other on the backrest: "Young master, giving up halfway is not the mark of a good child."
Chang Le: (￣△￣|||)
How to describe it? The impact of this action is equivalent to the phrase "Woman, you're playing with fire."
Chang Le took a deep breath, but finally realized she couldn't take it anymore. She turned her head and looked at him coldly: "You'd better be normal. If you keep spreading your aura around, I'll turn you into a sister!"
The blond-haired man was taken aback, then his eyes slowly brightened, and he suddenly smiled. This time, the smile was genuine, quite refreshing and pleasing to the eye.
He shrugged and gestured with his lips: "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. You still have such a bad temper."
"Have we known each other for a long time?" Chang Le could hear the familiarity in his words.
The blond-haired man leaned against the car window, a candy stick dangling from his mouth, and slowly prompted, "Remember 'The Little Girl Who Sold Nuclear Bombs'?"
Chang Le looked at him, her gaze shifting from confusion to recollection to surprise to sudden realization:
"You're that fat kid who hired people to beat me up?!"
She remembered a childhood memory of being a homeless child, in which she told a dark fairy tale to a chubby little boy, scaring him to tears. (Refer to page 195)
The blond-haired guy's face immediately darkened: "Bullshit! I'm the fat kid's dad who came to beat you up!"
"Hey!" Chang Le exclaimed, his eyes wide.
The blond-haired man's boastful expression wilted: "Yeah, he's the leader of the people that fat kid brought to beat you up."
Chang Le remembered that he fought with the five people that the chubby guy brought the next day, but what about the leader?
She pondered for a long time, then looked up and said, "I don't remember."
The blond-haired man was heartbroken: "You don't remember? You don't remember... I was a bully in kindergarten, and this is the first time I've ever been defeated by a little girl! Such a crushing defeat, and you don't even remember it at all!"
"Why should I remember my defeated opponents?" Chang Le casually added.
The blond-haired guy curled up his legs pitifully: "Listen to this! It's so hurtful! I'm just a loser! What about all the friendship we've built up over the years, the bond we've formed as the 'Kids' Trio'?!"
"Wait a minute!" Chang Le caught a strange phrase, "'Children's Iron Triangle'? What?"
The blond-haired man held up three fingers: "You, Ye Buqi, and me, the three of us!"
From the North Kindergarten to the South Elementary School in Mogan Old Town, they were a local tyrant, a veritable iron triangle! You don't remember any of that?
Chang Le paused for a moment, then spoke the truth: "I remember Sister Ye, you are..."
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