Sells stared at him for a long time, as if he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but he still didn't say anything after a long time.
His hesitant attitude made Naren very nervous, and he always felt that the next second, he would be finished.
Sells finally spoke: "I'm... surprised."
What a coincidence, I was surprised myself. Naren wept expressionlessly.
After that, the two sides fell into silence, and the scene was a little awkward for a while.
In this indescribable atmosphere, Sells let go of his hand, and said in a distant tone, "But I already have a prospective partner."
Naren said "I understand", and quickly said: "Bless you."
Sells: "…"
Maybe this true fan is too neurotic, and the Imperial Marshal couldn't figure out his brain circuit... In the end, he just asked the adjutant to put aside the actor who was completely pretending to be dead, and planned to leave.
Before leaving, Sells took a deep look at him, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "I remember you."
The gray-green eyes slowly widened, and complex and difficult emotions seemed to overflow - it was indeed hard to forget being confessed by such a greasy bearded man.
When Sells turned and walked away, Naren was still immersed in the silent shame.
What on earth is he here for? Shouldn't the correct development be that he silently watched Sellers make a fool of himself? Why was he the one who was unlucky in the end
"It's really affectionate."
Someone patted on the shoulder, and the little man with freckles comforted him: "But the Marshal belongs to everyone, so I want to open it up."
Naren's eyes were deep and his face was vicissitudes: "No, I don't understand."
The freckled man decided to be a bosom brother, and enlightened him: "It's actually not difficult, as long as you adjust your mentality, everything will be fine."
Nalen frowned: "I don't understand, don't you like Sells very much?"
Freckled man: "Yes."
Nalen squinted his eyes, glanced at the quail-shaped fans one by one, and asked, "Then why didn't any of you respond when he appeared just now?"
No reaction is already a decent statement. In fact, this group of people didn't dare to show their air at all. They lowered their heads and cowered to reduce their sense of presence throughout the whole process. It didn't seem like a reaction to seeing an idol at all.
The man with freckles coughed: "Marshal is not a celebrity or entertainer. When I saw him, I wanted to hide nervously."
Midi No. 1 felt the same: "I don't dare either. Some people can only watch from a distance."
The man with freckles looked heavy: "So, don't expect to be obscene, brother."
Naren: "…" No, I didn't.
The freckled man's eyes were full of deep meaning, as if he was looking at a friendly soldier who was stuck in mud and couldn't help himself.
On the mountainside, in the courtyard, on the viewing platform.
Mora put down the instrument in her hand with a strange expression. Although the terminal can take pictures of distant scenes, it is not enough to record sound. Therefore, everything that happened at the foot of the mountain was presented to the audience in the form of "mime".
Although I couldn't hear the sound, I could still smell the ever-changing smell of gunpowder in the picture.
"Why are there so many beard scenes?"
"What the hell did the marshal say! I'm so anxious!"
"Is there a boss who understands lip language to translate it?"
"Too much stubble, I can't tell what the bearded man said, I can only see some conversations between the marshal and the baby face."
"What did they say?!"
"Babyface said he was the one who spent the night with the Marshal..."
"Fucking shameless!"
"Then the marshal exposed him, and it was just a liar."
"..."
"After the marshal issued the missing person notice, I had a premonition that some extreme fans with malicious intentions might show their lower limit, and it really did."
"Babyface is such a scheming boy. He was forced to sleep. Fortunately, the marshal is wise and powerful!"
"So why did the beard come here?"
"And what part did he play in it?"
"let us."
"Into the truth."
"Uncover!"
"Asha Empire."
"The biggest secret of the year."
"... the ones in front, you really know how to play."
"Am I the only one who cares about the Marshal holding the hand of the bearded man?"
"..."
"..."
"..."
The live broadcast platform was overwhelmed by "..." one after another. Mora adjusted the camera and appeared in the center of the screen at the right time. The well-dressed general's daughter was a little different from the previous heroic image, and soon someone re-focused on her.
Mo La was very straightforward: "Don't ask me, I don't know."
The comment area suddenly wailed.
"However..." Mo La dragged out the ending, pretending to be mysterious: "I know the short man with red hair, maybe I can ask him afterward."
Flowers and sports cars were thrown out one after another as if they didn't want money.
Mo La glanced at the time: "It's time for dinner, let's pause for a while. When I come back, I will quietly show you a big man."
She showed a charming smile, and after leaving suspense, she interrupted the recording regardless of the audience's retention in the live broadcast room.
After Sells entered the hot spring club, the fans scattered and started picnicking. As an A-level scenic spot, Sunset Volcano is a good place for outings. There are groups of young men and women chatting and laughing happily under the breeze and the sun.
The farce was finally over, and calm was finally restored.
Naren let out a long sigh of relief, declined the invitation from the freckled man, and made it clear that he did not intend to have a picnic with them.
Although things didn't go as he wished, at least he didn't lose himself. It's time for him to go back. As the host of the banquet, it's impossible not to show up for a long time.
"Wait!" Someone stopped him.
Nalen turned around and found that it was another follower of Sells, Adjutant Andrew.
Andre is a serious and dull person, and he speaks with a straight face: "This is the most famous medicinal bath bag in the clubhouse, and it is very effective in recuperating the body. The marshal told me to give it to you."
Nalen was stunned, his eyes fell on the beautifully packaged box, and he didn't react for a long time.
With an irresistible gesture, Andrea stuffed the box into Nalen's hands. After seeing the slightly uneasy expression in the other party's eyes, he explained in a low voice.
"Don't worry, I paid for it."
Nalen: "..." No, that's not the point.
Andre didn't leave him room to be polite, and he turned back immediately after the item was delivered.
— Only a man with long curly hair and a beard remained, holding a medicine bag in his left hand and a gift box of medicinal bath bags in his right hand, exuding a mysterious and melancholy atmosphere.