Tao Yingbo died for ten years and hated Qu Dehui for ten years.
Youdao is extremely jealous when the enemy meets, especially when Qu Dehui doesn't know his existence, Tao Yingbo feels more and more distressed.
Tao Yingbo couldn't help it last night, and ran to Qu Dehui's door in the middle of the night. After all, ghosts are not living people. If they want to enter a stranger's room, they must get the master's permission, such as knocking on the door and opening the door.
Even knowing that Qu Dehui couldn't see him, Tao Yingbo took the trouble to knock on his door again and again.
"Who?" Qu Dehui wasn't asleep yet, but was about to lie down and was about to brew drowsiness. He felt a little irritable when he heard the door ring in the middle of the night.
He first asked who was outside, but no one answered at all.
I thought about it, but I sat up and lay flat, and the knock on the door sounded again.
"Isn't it?" Qu Dehui whispered, got up angrily and opened the door, wanting to see who was so poisonous to disturb him in the middle of the night.
It's just that after opening the door, apart from a demon wind blowing in, the door is empty and there is no one there at all.
"Snapped!"
Qu Dehui closed the door heavily, sure in his heart that someone was playing a prank. But now in this situation, he doesn't know who is so boring, so he can only wait for tomorrow to react with the program team to see the monitoring.
Thinking of this, he went to the bed and lay down, holding his cell phone and wondering who he was sending a message to.
In the picture he couldn't see, Tao Yingbo was staring at him viciously.
If it wasn't for this person, his song would still be his own. If it weren't for this person, maybe he wouldn't die now.
Why was he killed so miserably, but the perpetrator was not affected at all
Unfair, really unfair!
Tao Yingbo became more and more angry, and then floated to Qu Dehui and stretched out his hand to pinch him. The hand passed through his body and it turned into nothingness, and it didn't actually hurt him at all.
Tao Yingbo tried a few times and he was very tired, but Qu Dehui just hooked his mouth to send a message, unaware of Tao Yingbo's existence.
Tao Yingbo was angry and anxious, but he had no choice but to lie down beside Qu Dehui.
Inadvertently glanced at him, this saw his chat history.
In between, he switched the chat interface skillfully, chatting with a few girls alone. The remarks are from the south and the north, but Qu Dehui all called them darling.
"Bah, scumbag!" People with discerning eyes knew what Qu Dehui was doing, but Tao Yingbo couldn't help but cursed.
Thinking about it, he was still puzzled, and he flicked his forehead again and again, thinking that this man had a pit in his head.
Strange things happened, right after Tao Yingbo finished playing Qu Dehui's forehead, Qu Dehui, who had been unresponsive, suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.
"Strange, why did it suddenly itch?" It was still a natural muttering that had no practical meaning, but God knew how shocked Tao Yingbo was when he heard it.
With a tentative mood, he hesitated to stretch out his hand again, and a forehead came to Qu Dehui's forehead. Not to mention, the other party still reacted this time.
Tao Yingbo was excited, and flicked his forehead again and again.
Qu Dehui only felt that his forehead was inexplicably uncomfortable but couldn't find the reason, so he could only comfort himself before going to bed. But even so, he was extremely unstable this evening.
In the morning, yawning and entering the bathroom, Qu Dehui realized that his forehead was a little red, and he didn't know what was wrong.
Tao Yingbo played his forehead bang for the whole night, and he felt much better. He couldn't help but just follow Qu Dehui waiting for an opportunity.
As a result, after the vocal group started recording, Tao Yingbo wanted to come and arrange the task.
Even though he didn't want to let Qu Dehui just go, Tao Yingbo hurried to the singing and composition group classroom. It was only after he left that he realized that he actually had that heavy revenge...
"I really didn't mean it, otherwise I will stay away from him in the future, and I will never act without authorization..." Tao Yingbo did something beyond their plan. He was not sure what Lu Xu would think of him.
"So, can you bring him substantial harm when you attack?"
"Just the degree of tickling..."
"That's true, as long as you feel a little bit of it, it's easy to handle." Lu Xu smiled suddenly and looked at Tao Yingbo.
"That's right!" Tao Yingbo nodded quickly, only feeling that what Lu Xu said made sense, "I tickled twice at once, but his forehead became red with more times."
"Yes." Lu Xu nodded, not deliberately restricting Tao Yingbo's actions.
Tao Yingbo probably understood what he meant, and only said that even if he was angry, he would not hurt others' lives.
Ji Xiunian had been listening to the two of them talking, feeling a little weird in his heart. He had discovered long ago that F4 paid too much attention to Lu Xu's too much. If you just face the idol as a fan, you won't be so respectful.
Now Tao Yingbo is too, even if he is telling about his enemies, he is trying very hard to control his emotions when he is in front of Lu Xu.
For some reason, Ji Xiunian intuitively felt that Lu Xu had something to hide from himself.
When Tao Yingbo left, Lu Xu glanced at Ji Xiunian, as if asking him if he had anything to ask himself.
Facing such a beautiful face, it is difficult for Ji Xiunian to doubt something in front of him.
He just smiled, and after a brief chat between the two, Lu Xu returned to his room with Bamei.
Ji Xiunian sent the person away, and then sat on the sofa to recall the past, and couldn't help but start sorting the timeline in his mind.
He didn't think that Lu Xu had any hidden secrets, he just wanted to learn more about him.
On the other side, Lu Xu started yawning when he returned to the dormitory.
Upon seeing this, Xu Haoming couldn't help but care: "Brother Xu, is your singing group very hard? You have to think about it all the way."
"Yeah." Lu Xu didn't deny it, but just responded.
When Song Zhe saw this, he said, "Then let's go to bed early today, Lu Xu, you should go to bed earlier and you will continue to record tomorrow."
Lu Xu Congshan Ruliu: "Well, thanks to Brother Zhe."
As the youngest member of the entire dormitory, the other three people took great care of Lu Xu. When they saw him, they said they were asleep, but they didn't expect that the quilt on Lu Xu's bed collapsed just as the three of them had just gone to sleep.
Today is a rare day for the Death Department to gather together to discuss how to deal with Xie An's problem.
"I don't think there is anything to be entangled with. If you do something wrong, you should bear it. If you don't punish severely this time, what will you do if others will follow suit?"
"But Xie An has done a good job except for this one. If you look at the merits and demerits separately, you can't kill them all at once."
Lu Xu came a little later than the scheduled time, and when he arrived at the door of the meeting room, he heard that the people inside were arguing about Xie An.
He walked in quickly, and the entire conference room seemed to have pressed the pause button, turning his heads to look at him.
"Sorry everyone, the task came a bit late." Lu Xu first said politely and apologized, and then smiled to everyone, "Go on, I also want to hear everyone's views on Xie An. "