Wei Ye's thoughts at this moment were surprisingly consistent with Fang Shan's... How serious must the sins he committed in his previous life be to have such a son.
The chubby boy who was watching the show with Fang Shan upstairs seemed to understand his expression and whispered, "Is that even a question? Take the essence and discard the dregs. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that what was left behind was the dregs."
Fang Shan glanced at him dimly: "Do you rarely pass academic subjects?"
The little fat boy was surprised: "How did you know?"
I looked like I couldn't believe that you had discovered my secret.
Fang Shan curled the corners of his lips and repeated his words: "Anyone with a discerning eye can see it."
The two people who were at odds with each other reached a brief harmony, while downstairs was a battlefield without the smoke of gunpowder.
Wei Ye looked at the child, who was already as tall as him, and suddenly felt a complicated feeling: "What do you want?"
Wei Sushen's recent actions either indicate that he is crazy or has other motives.
As a father, he prefers the latter.
Wei Sushen simply stared into the deep eyes before him and replied, "A lot."
Wei Ye: "I can give it to you too."
I just want this harmful behavior to stop.
Wei Sushen shook his head, his tone calm but serious: "I need your support."
"How do you support me?" Wei Ye buttoned up his coat, then suddenly stood up and held out his arms. "Hold a press conference and speak in front of the world... Now, please begin your performance."
“…”
Wei Sushen declined his kindness.
Another round of confrontation unfolded in silence. After an unknown amount of time, a light sigh was heard.
"As long as it doesn't violate the law or involve personal development, parents have no right to obstruct it," Wei Ye sat down again, staring at him. "Of course, I don't have that privilege either. There's only one thing you have to remember..."
At this moment, even Fang Shan and the little fat man upstairs subconsciously held their breath and listened to him continue.
"On stage, don't just thank me," Wei Ye's voice became serious. "Occasionally, thank your mother and your brother, too."
What did the coffee shop owner say back then?
By the way, a family should be together.
·
The so-called world tour was a bit of an exaggeration. It was true that some of the venues were overseas, but only two or three. Wei Sushen chose those locations for the simple reason that several of his sworn enemies had their headquarters overseas.
Fang Shan underestimated the human desire for curiosity and gossip. He heard that those people kept encouraging company employees to watch it and even asked them to bring their families with them. It was like a company tour.
It only took two or three days from the initial worry that tickets would not sell out to the point where tickets were hard to come by.
Zhao Shi even made a special phone call to make fun of them, saying that they had allowed scalpers to make a lot of money.
While Wei Sushen was on the phone, Fang Shan shook his head: "I worried so much for nothing."
I should have thought of it earlier. With Wei Sushen's ability to offend people, this task should be easy to complete.
Fang Shan rolled around on the floor in the sun like a salted fish that could turn over. Chen Bingying must have offended Du Hong badly, as she hadn't come to tutor Wei Supei in recent days and her whereabouts were unknown.
After just two days of free time, I accompanied Wei Sushen on tour. My days were busy and fulfilling.
Faced with the rare success at the moment, Fang Shan did not feel relaxed at all. Occasionally, Wei Sushen would find him sitting alone by the window, cross-legged and in a daze.
In this state of distraction, Wei Sushen did not see any negative emotions such as worry and panic.
"I'm calculating." Before asking the question, Fang Shan had already given the answer.
Wei Sushen didn't ask what he was calculating, but only said, "Any results?"
Fang Shan shook his head: "Nothing."
To put it nicely, his behavior can be characterized as a waste of time.
The meaningless work continued until only the last performance remained. Backstage, Fang Shan rarely rehearsed his lines with Wei Sushen. Instead, he took out a form and said in a serious tone, "Make sure to fill it out carefully."
Wei Sushen raised his eyebrows and asked about the source of the form.
Fang Shan's answer was very official: "At the request of my superiors."
As he spoke, he began to write.
The rustling sound of writing wafted into his ears. Wei Sushen asked, "You want to fill it out too?"
Fang Shan bit his pen and nodded: "So this mission is unusual."
Wei Sushen then turned his attention to the form. It was more like a personal profile. In addition to name, age, etc., he also needed to fill in his specialties.
The previous part was written smoothly, but when it came to the specialty column, Wei Sushen hesitated for a moment.
The grid is very narrow and can only hold two words at most. If Wei Supei were here, he would definitely write down the words "Level 4" without hesitation, but Wei Sushen, who has mastered multiple skills, has to weigh the pros and cons of which one to write.
The system has already prompted that the data you fill in is crucial.
On the other side, Fang Shan had already finished writing. Seeing that he was still dawdling, he twirled his pen in various ways, "How about the handicraft?"
Memories of staying up late to make sex toys in the past came to mind, and Wei Sushen immediately listed it as the first option to be eliminated.
For reference, I leaned over to take a look at Fang Shan's answer, but he blocked it with his arm: "It's not good to copy the answer."
After being together for so long, he might not have learned shamelessness 100%, but he still has at least 50% of it. Wei Sushen didn't care: "Let me take a look."
After staring at each other for three seconds, Fang Shan showed it to him and emphasized, "No plagiarism allowed."
There were only two words neatly written in the specialty column: wine tasting.
It has no reference value at all!
Wei Sushen shook his head and continued to ponder until the staff urged them to go on stage, then he hurriedly put pen to paper.
diving.
·
The last performance was of great commemorative significance, and Wei Sushen vaguely felt that he had a chance of passing this time.
When he first entered the crosstalk world, he was ridiculed by many people. Even today, his crosstalk talent is still not outstanding. However, even so, his performances are always sold out.
After the double act, the audience applauded, and Wei Sushen and Fang Shan bowed and prepared to leave.
Neither of them spoke until they reached the backstage. Fang Shan tightly grasped Wei Sushen's arm and said, "There's a camera symbol in the program. You can use your brain waves to sense it and take a screenshot."
Wei Sushen nodded, this will be a milestone in the history of the mission.
Sitting in the backstage, patiently waiting, the mission completion notification sounded, and the settlement statistics came out the moment Wei Sushen saw a '6'. However, the next moment, the picture suddenly changed... Before he could even read the number after the 6, it jumped past, and a line of eye-catching small words appeared: Welcome to the assault mission, the plane is about to enter the countdown.
The white text turned into blood-red font: 01:54:44.
In order to witness the miracle, Fang Shan was currently living in the host's brain. Seeing this, he asked in amazement, "Did you take a screenshot?"
Wei Sushen was silent, and Fang Shan followed suit.
Neither side paid any attention to the flashing characters behind them. Fang Shan's tone was filled with grief: "Why did they just jump over it?"
For Wei Sushen, the person involved, this was a greater blow than failure. He knew very well that the evidence of his only passing score in his life might have been destroyed.
It was only when I got on the plane back home that I woke up from the dream.
Fang Shan's voice was filled with wisdom and vicissitudes. After barely recovering from the shock, he said to Wei Sushen, "It won't be long until the next mission. Get some sleep and get enough rest."
Wei Sushen had just closed his eyes when Fang Shan whispered, "Assault missions are often accompanied by extreme bloodshed, so don't be careless."
The last few notes were a little shaky because of the shaking of the body.
It is normal for international flights to encounter turbulence at night, but the frequency of the shaking this time was very scary, and the broadcast kept reminding passengers to stay in their seats for the time being.
Fang Shan sat by the window, next to Wei Sushen. He couldn't see the other people's condition. The crying of the child in the back seat made the already tense atmosphere even more tense.
The oxygen masks popped out during the violent turbulence.
At the same time, a white light flashed before Wei Sushen's eyes, and the countdown on the task panel was 00:00:01.
There was only a second left, not even enough time to think, before I was forcibly pulled into another world.
·
People of all kinds are missing their youth. Those who long to open their eyes and find themselves sleeping on their desks can no longer go back to the age of wearing school uniforms.
Wei Sushen can be said to have realized the dream of most people. He was awakened by his deskmate.
The homework that needed to be completed today was written in the lower right corner of the blackboard. It was dark outside, with only a few stars twinkling, indicating that he was attending evening self-study classes.
The long-lost revisit to youth did not arouse any emotional resonance.
The reason is both reasonable and speechless. Wei Sushen has been attending first-class colleges since he was a child. He has never used a mottled desk, and even had a single desk for each student.
I tried calling Fang Shan in my mind, but there was no response.
Most of the students were quietly working on their homework, looking serious, but with a hint of boredom in their eyes. The study committee member sat on the podium, responsible for maintaining order on behalf of the teacher.
Suddenly, the whole classroom became dark.
There is a power outage.
After a brief moment of surprise, cheers broke out one after another, and even the joy from next door could be clearly heard.
Several students flashed their cellphone flashlights, and the previous tension vanished without a trace. The study committee member shouted, "Be quiet! The teacher will be here soon!"
The situation was finally under control.
Wei Sushen frowned. Judging from Fang Shan's warning, this was undoubtedly a very dangerous plane. In a dark environment, exposing one's position with the light from a cell phone was very dangerous.
Just as he was thinking, a bright light flashed past in front of him and shone to the other side.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Wei Sushen slowly groped his way to the back door.
Just as he was considering whether to leave first, the mission reminder sounded again:
The era of spiritual revival began with the fall of a meteor.
Some people have horns on their heads.
Someone was humming a beautiful song.
There is a price to pay for underestimating them.
The brutal fight is about to begin, shh, don't make any noise, run quickly!
Below the small print is the character attribute panel:
Name: Wei Sushen
Age: 17.
Seeing this, Wei Sushen took out his mobile phone and quickly glanced at himself on the screen in the flickering light. It was indeed what he looked like when he was seventeen.
After having more doubts, continue reading——
Identity: A person with awakened bloodline talent.
Status: Mermaid bloodline activation progress 50%.
Abilities: Singing, swimming, and flowing pearls towards the moon.
The author has something to say: I have actually written about cultivating immortals, have you forgotten the bridge to the other shore? 2333 I will write about escaping this time~
Fang Shan (knocking on the blackboard): I’ve told you to fill in your specialties carefully!
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