As a former oiran with a lot of idol baggage, He Zhizhou was very angry.
He didn't say that the C-place debut of the men's team, he directly formed an AKB84 that rides the wind and waves, and should always have the level of a bar. At this moment, he was called "singing mourning songs" by a group of bear children, and Queen Elsa's imitation show was tragically suffered by Waterloo, becoming a "burning paper money" by Roush.
He Zhizhou felt that his professional ability had been insulted, which was more difficult to accept than others laughing at him for his indiscriminate swordsmanship.
Of course, this sentence can only be whispered behind the back, if it is known by the people in the teacher's door, it is estimated that he will have to receive a love education.
The little broken children were crying, and the brothers and sisters in the alley knew three hundred and sixty-five ways to kill them, but they were extremely clueless about how to stop crying.
Between the stalemate between the two, it was Pei Ji who took a few steps forward.
Although he looked extremely beautiful, he always had a gloomy face on weekdays. At this moment, he frowned slightly, his thin lips pursed into a straight and sharp straight line like a knife, and with the long sword around his waist, the subtext was clearly revealed.
-It's getting cold, and it's time for these rowdy little boys to die.
Chen Yueming was the closest to him, and was so frightened that his legs were too weak to move. I thought that the bright long sword would pierce my head suddenly, but I didn't expect the other party to do nothing, but lowered the volume and said softly: "Don't cry."
It's a clear, melodious young voice.
Her tears were still rushing, and between the tears, she saw the fierce black-clothed brother in front of her bend down and hand her a small object that she didn't know what it was.
Through the misty tears, Chen Yueming barely saw what the thing looked like.
It was actually a small butterfly made of straw. With the slight movement of Pei Ji's fingertips, the wings could flap up and down leisurely.
Pei Ji was still expressionless, and seemed not to be good at comforting people, her tone was as dry as a stone: "Give it to you."
Chen Yueming gritted his teeth and didn't move.
She, she, she will not be bought by such cheap gadgets! She is the second young lady of the county magistrate's family in Echeng, is she the one who will be submissive so easily
—Although the little green butterfly is really cute.
Seeing her pouting, Pei Ji didn't speak. Instead, she took out a small object of the same green color from the storage bag and handed it to Chen Yueming.
It was a round-looking straw-woven frog. When he pressed it lightly, it jumped into the air, suddenly fell, and was held in the hand by the young man's slender five fingers. This time, even if Chen Yueming wanted to save face, the children around her couldn't be idle, and swarmed over to watch the fun.
The joys, sorrows and sorrows of the bear child came and went faster, and was immediately attracted by Pei Ji's full attention, letting the snot and tears hang on his face like a pot of vegetables.
"The two older brothers and sisters just played tricks to tease you."
He patiently put the butterfly and the frog in the hands of the two children: "This is a gift to apologize to you, sorry."
In fact, Pei Ji's expression has never been so gentle, but compared to Zheng Weiqi, who seemed to be a thorn in the ground before, Ning Ning, who ate a child in minutes, and He Zhizhou, a human oil, she was barely a normal humanoid creature.
How to say that sentence, thanks to the good background of the peers.
The hearts of the bear children were so frightened that they urgently needed a psychological sustenance. The colder and stiffer Pei Ji behaved, the more they felt that this eldest brother was so reliable and calm, so pure and unpretentious.
It was simply out of the mud and unstained, not to mention that he also sent a novel and cute little gift.
A group of children finally stopped crying, but the expressions of brothers and sisters at the mouth of the alley were even more ugly than crying.
He Zhizhou's face was full of disbelief, and the hand that pointed to him trembled slightly: "My handsome face can be more scary than Pei Ji? Why? Why? Is my "Yi Jianmei" not standing tall enough?"
Zheng Weiqi was full of frustration and looked in a trance: "I actually lost? I lost to Pei Ji in teasing children? My swordsmanship is not as good as that frog? Am I really a monkey?"
The two fell into deep self-doubt, and only Ning Ning felt it was novel and stepped forward to Pei Ji's side: "Is this bought on the street, or did you make it yourself?"
Her voice was clear and soft, like a ball of cotton rubbing against the eardrum. Pei Ji's thin lips pursed even tighter, as if a little irritable, not willing to answer this question.
"Oh-"
Ning Ning dragged out the lingering voice, kept her voice low, and couldn't help but let out a little smile: "That's what I did."
Wow, she doesn't know how many surprises the male protagonist has.
Not only is he a very innocent elementary school eggshell, but he is also proficient in fighting and cooking. Look at the flapping wings of that little butterfly—
Maybe Pei Ji also has a girly heart!
Pei Ji turned her head to the other side, and her Adam's apple rolled up and down: "I learned this when I had nothing to do when I was young."
"Stupid, Pei Xiaoji!"
Chengying began to talk about love teaching again: "How can you admit that you made it up! Have you ever seen any kendo master who can make grass and butterflies to play!"
Pei Ji was a little impatient, but still carried the pride of a young man: "The predecessors can't, why can't I be the first?"
Cheng Ying was choked by him for a moment, and then he said more quickly: "You don't understand this. To please the little girl, you have to learn to make up stories - for example, when you are walking on the street one day, you see a guy who sells straw toys. The girl was bullied by the robbers, and said that it was too late, and you walked forward and took the thief's head with a sword, and the girl sent those two gadgets as gifts to thank you."
It was convinced by its own brain circuit and praised: "Heroes save the beautiful, punish the evil and promote the good, what a commemorative significance!"
"Since it's so memorable, why don't you hand over other people's gifts?"
Pei Ji sneered secretly, thinking of something at the end, a hint of cruelty appeared between his eyebrows: "Not to mention I don't want to please anyone."
Chengying hehe: "I ate the candy bought by Ning Ning in Jialan City, and after returning to the sect, I don't know which Jianxiu, whose head was in the water, got up in the middle of the night secretly, made some gadgets with his hands in front of the moon, and still had it in his hands. He was stabbed a few times. Alas, I remember that the injury he suffered in Jialan City at that time was still not healed, and that was called a disabled man."
It said with a sigh, and it was called a miserable and miserable: "It's a pity it didn't send it out the next day - didn't you just see Senior Brother He gave her a long-lost sword manual, what about it?"
Pei Ji restrained his anger and gently rubbed his eyebrows: "I just think those toys are not worth mentioning, and I won't like them even if I gave them to Senior Sister. It has nothing to do with Senior Brother He."
The uncle of the middle-aged man in his mind was instantly amused: "Then you said that you don't want to please her! Reveal the secret, Pei Xiaoji!"
Pei Ji was too lazy to explain to it the difference between "please" and "thank you".
He has always been unwilling to owe others. When Ningning tried his best to send candy, he also thought of giving gifts and gratitude.
Pei Ji seems to have never given gifts to others on purpose since she started taking notes. After thinking about it, I always felt that rouge gouache was too vulgar, and I didn't have the handed down swordsmanship and magic weapons, so I simply made some gadgets for her.
That night, Cheng Ying persuaded her whole-heartedly for a whole night, saying that the sentence "littleness is light and affectionate" will not work. Sooner or later, you will be a bachelor all your life.
Pei Ji scoffed at these remarks, and fought a debate with it all night, but no one persuaded anyone.
As a result, the next day, he happened to see He Zhizhou stuffing Ning Ning with a copy of swordsmanship. In the words of Senior Brother He, "I was almost forced to sell my body in order to buy it, and my innocence was not guaranteed."
Pei Ji looked at two chattering shadows not far away.
He lowered his head and glanced at his butterfly, frog, and duckling again.
Cheng Ying held back for a long time that day without saying a word, and finally hesitantly said, "Actually, I think your butterfly, frog and duckling are quite cute. I like it very much."
So this matter is over.
Pei Ji never said it, and Ning Ning would never know from beginning to end that he had endured the wounds he suffered in the battle of Jialan City, and seriously prepared a small gift for her on a quiet moonlit night.
His mind was unbelievably simple, even a little silly, but his stubbornness and stubbornness remained unchanged, like a pillar made of stone—
Pei Ji didn't even want to take a look at those gadgets, put them in the storage bag and never took them out. After returning to the room, she looked even more sullen and read the swordsmanship all day and night.
Even if I didn't read a single word.
"What do you think?"
Ning Ning saw his little junior brother lost his mind for some reason, stood on tiptoe and snapped his fingers at him, a pair of round almond eyes wrapped in a smile, and suddenly slammed into Pei Ji's eyes: "Frogs and butterflies are very cute! I used to Why didn't you hear that you would do this? Why, I'm afraid I'll take them all away when I find out?"
She paused, then said, "Can you be a rabbit?"
Pei Ji's body froze, and she responded in a low voice from her throat: "Well."
The little girl gave a "wow" with round eyes, and with a cold face, he took out a chubby fat rabbit from the storage bag like a conjurer.
Ning Ning felt as if he had obtained a treasure. After thanking him, he took it. While pinching the rabbit's ears, he looked up at him and said, "Little Junior Brother, is your craft known to others? When will you teach me?"
Chengying frantically like an old hen: "She likes it! Pei Ji, have you seen it, she likes it! Did Ning Ning smile so happily when she received He Zhizhou's book of swordsmanship? Pei Ji, you are the best!"
Chengying regarded He Zhizhou as his number one rival, but he was far more useless than ordinary people imagined. At this moment, he kept smiling with a smile on his face: "Little Junior Brother, do you have any birds? I want to play with birds."
The narration is indeed an artificial mental retardation, and he heard a crunching noise immediately.
NARRATOR: [A stern warning will be issued after a beeping sound of bad words and deeds detected by the tower breaker. Please correct your attitude, the Buddha Tower is not an illegal place. ]
Zheng Weiqi looked at him in shock.
Then he watched He Zhizhou take the bird from Pei Ji's hand, leaning over and handing the toy to the children—
Of course, it wasn't the bird that was handed over.
It was the little butterfly he grabbed from the bear boy a while ago.
A group of children stared angrily, daring to speak.
Chen Lubai had never seen such a brazen person who actually competed with children for toys. After being silent for a long time, he reluctantly said, "You are worthy of being cultivators, you are indeed extraordinary."
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind, and when she looked back, it was actually a servant of the Chen family.
The man was panting, and he must have been running around for a long time. After seeing everyone, he was relieved and shouted, "Miss, no, it's not good! Something happened in the house!"