It’s so cruel to make the prince cry! Goddess, her vest fell off

I don’t know which sister leaked the news.

The more I listened, the more I felt something was wrong!

"He posted on Weibo?"

He really doesn’t know this!

After all, before an average artist posts on Weibo, it is basically necessary for the entire team to plan in advance and work together. Even if it goes wrong, they will check it again and again, for fear that something will go wrong and their job will be ruined!

But this is his “boss!”

Don't drink too much, you little lamb. He'll be thankful if you post a withdrawal statement online in the middle of the night!

The side guest hurriedly took out his mobile phone, and the fans' actions became more and more funny as they watched.

Successfully laughed out loud at his boss who could get into trouble even if he didn't look at him for a while!

"...Gan!"

The side guest boarded the RV again, and once his claws reached out, he tried to pull off the sleeping Baiyang.

Fans were shocked.

One after another they had to get into the car.

The scene was in chaos.

The confused little sheep, who felt that the world was undergoing an "earthquake", pinched the skylight splints tightly at a loss.

I want to close my legs.

He didn't succeed at first, but he took advantage of the situation and gave the impatient guest a small kick!

When the bare feet touched a mass of hair that seemed to have been gelled, the confused lamb opened its eyes wide with a "swish", and began to feel certain in his heart: This lamb is going to be doomed!

The days ahead will not be easy!

as predicted!

There is no need to wait for another second.

The guest roared: "Bai Yang!"

"Look what you are doing!"

The guilty little sheep joked awkwardly: "I'm looking at the stars!"

Fans: Ahhh! He's so cool! They want to see the sheep being taught a lesson (the dog's head is trying to save his life)!

The passenger continued to reach the sheep into the carriage.

Bian Nao Nao cursed "sheep" in a daze:

"Look, you've done a good job! You posted on Weibo in the same city! The positioning doesn't matter!"

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Nearly two hours have passed, and looking at the endless crowd of excited people crowded in the parking lot, I just want to die!

Yang Zai, who felt guilty but found that his guilty conscience was in the wrong direction: Hey~ It’s really going to be over this time!

A particularly innocent wink.

In front of fans.

Feeling guilty, Xiaoyang began to delete Weibo.

Fans noticed the guilty behavior and shouted, "Don't delete it!" "There's no point in deleting it now!"

The guilty lamb will not listen.

She is just stubborn!

Delete first and then talk!

When the animation was turned off, the carriage was rocked back and forth by the excited fans.

Bai Yang, who had the feeling of being on a pirate ship, looked through the skylight and saw the expression on his manager's face as he was about to eat her up.

He is so angry!

What to do now?

What’s next?

In the middle of the night, my brain was a little watty, and I didn't think of any reliable solution. The guilty little sheep and the outsider stared at each other...

Early the next morning.

After a night of hard work escaping from the parking lot of the Beijing Suburban Film and Television City.

The nanny car that originally had a silvery and smooth appearance has now become “disturbed inside and out!”

The guilty little sheep clamped his tail between his legs and behaved like a human being, with a face so well-behaved that he could no longer sit obediently in the seat.

The passenger kicked all the fine garbage on the floor to a corner, held on to the car wall, and rubbed his throbbing temples with mixed emotions.

Slumped down on the space chair on the other side.

The guest's voice was hoarse, and he spoke frankly and honestly to the guilty lamb:

"We can't do this again next time!"

The agent didn't sleep, and the guilty little sheep didn't dare to sleep either.

He nodded repeatedly.

Bian Ke continued:

"You can't use the large size to send things casually. No matter if it's an accident like today or if it's sent to the same city regardless of location, you can't do it!"

The guilty little sheep nodded vigorously in response.

She got it! If the large size doesn't work, then the small size can be used as you like!

Ask her to count how many trumpets she has?

One that I used to use to chase stars.

There is also the star himself (Tournesol), but this one is not considered a small one. He has a bigger fan base than the one he played with today!

Hmm... Her fingers feel itchy. How about she register a new one?

The guilty little sheep ran to God.

The murmurings of the broker’s sidekick are still being output:

"What do you think about sleeping on the roof of the car?"

"How dangerous is it? How easy is it to catch a cold? What if a bird that also doesn't sleep in the middle of the night flies overhead and sprays some water on your head?"

The words in front of the side guest go in one ear and go out the other.

The last sentence of the side guest, the guilty little sheep wrote it down in his heart.

Damn, it's disgusting!

The outsider finally saw a look of realization on the BOSS Sheep.

Feeling relieved.

The co-authorship means that the way I talked before was all wrong!

The guest rubbed his waist and said:

"Forget it, the roof of the car is exposed to the wind and sun anyway, so if it's as clean as possible, you can sleep if you like!"

"Also... next time if you want to be alone in a compartment with a bastard fan, just keep driving the driver away!"

"What does it matter? You are a boy anyway. How much harm can you suffer? It's just a matter of lifting your pants!"

The side guest is also tired.

What needs to be said (what needs to be dissed on the sheep) has almost been said.

Adhering to the principle of never staying overnight when you have Qi.

Now in a much more comfortable mood, Bianke took out a mask and put it on his eyes. It was a simple version of an eye mask, and Bianke stopped.

And the fear of the guilty little sheep has just begun.

Look at the flat legs of your pants.

Feeling guilty, Xiaoyang silently pushed up the waistband of his pants.

Scared "sheep!"

If she's going to be fucked like this by a bastard, tomorrow's headline will be "Surprise! He's actually a woman!"

"The player who retired from the men's team is actually a girl?"

...With her knowledge of this group of entertainment reporters, three hundred versions of her glorious deeds could be written in less than half a day!

Return to Shengshi Manor.

Take a short rest.

Baiyang was invited by Uncle Yin to the small hall to talk.

Uncle Yin wanted Baiyang to return to University A to attend classes as soon as possible.

Bai Yang means that she must sleep more today!

The two ended the conversation by saying that the older one went out to do errands, while the younger one returned to the room carrying two "burlap bags" of class materials to catch up on some sleep.

Until noon.

After sleeping until he woke up naturally, Bai Yang was resurrected with full blood.

When I wake up, it’s “getting down to business!”

First, I called the internal line to ask for a new mobile phone card and registered a new Weibo account.

Set up a "female account!"

It was nicknamed "Yang Zai's Class Diary".

There was no need to worry about exposing his identity. Baiyang could just move his fingers and post the news that someone on the sidelines had seen him and he was about to kill someone again.

"Simi Marseille Mathematics-chan, wow Darcy hasn't favored you for a long time~"

But this time, Baiyang was still a little afraid of problems and turned off the location permission and paid attention not to post it to the same city.

Completed new account.

Baiyang is gearing up and starting to make trouble!

The top number when found.

Shi Cheng typed comments under the "resumption of work" update posted yesterday morning.

Yangzi's class diary: "What's the good news about Brother Cheng? How was the audition yesterday?"

Comment posted successfully.

Baiyang turned to Zhao Xiaoteddy's latest updates. He was too bored waiting for auditions in the film and television city and looked at photos of uncles fighting crickets.

This angle should have been taken in a studio.

Baiyang likes and comments one-stop service.

Yang Zai's class diary: "So free? Why not come to Yang Zai to record a song?"

Comments sent.

Baiyang seemed to be recalling something... She seemed to have agreed in the training camp to make a solo single for Zhao Xiaoteddy!

Scratching his head.

She doesn’t have much inventory on hand either!

Moving to the bedroom, Uncle Yin gave her a special music room.

Baiyang jumped in.

It also came to a sudden stop!

???

Is the room in front of me that was turned over as if it had just been robbed, really her music studio?

Didn't Uncle Yin agree that this place would not allow anyone to come in, and would not allow others to come in?

why?

Baiyang stood on tiptoe, avoiding the music scores and handwritten lyrics scattered everywhere.

I feel like my CPU is running out!

Who did the good deed?

Stand up for her!

Let her not beat him to death!

With a dark expression on her pretty face, Baiyang picked up the sound card that had been knocked to the ground.

I wanted to ask Uncle Yin directly what was going on.

But her intuition told her that this situation was not quite right.

Uncle Yin's mysophobia does not allow such a situation to exist.

What's more, this is a place where she has repeatedly warned others not to enter.

The thoughts in his mind quickly matched what Bai Jingmo had done a few days ago.

But Baiyang immediately denied it subconsciously.

Impossible, her brother may be a bastard, but he won't mess with her things.

It was obvious that someone was looking for something in a hurry, so she opened all the folders.

Every piece of paper inside has most likely been flipped through, and some documents that are almost as thick as a book have been discarded on the ground in a fan shape.

What is this bastard looking for?

Baiyang knew it very well.

Here are only the music manuscripts and scores she brought back from Haicheng.

Regarding the radio drama, she still kept an eye on it and let Zhuo Jinqing take it all away that day.

Now in Haicheng's apartment, even if a thief breaks in, he can only see sets of valuable professional dubbing equipment and music equipment.

It's all hardware.

Just steal those for money.

But if you are not here for the money...

Baiyang's face was gloomy.

He moved a little too loudly and walked towards the place where he stored the hard drive.

Picking up paper all the way.

She has a habit of making music.

Every time she finished a song, she would copy everything related to that song into a hard drive for fear of network transmission distortion.

Number each hard drive.

One copy of the stuff related to this song is stored separately on this hard drive, and the other is stored on her other hard drive that collects all music data.

And paper information...

Now they are all on the desktop and on the floor, not in their original folders!

Baiyang took a deep breath.

First, I opened the drawer that originally contained most of the compartments, which were all blank hard drives.

Not surprisingly, it’s very clean inside now!

Gritting his teeth, Baiyang closed the drawer with force, kicked the lower right corner of the cabinet three times, and opened the same drawer again.

The file cabinet, which was originally only 60 centimeters thick, could only pull out drawers that were more than 50 centimeters long. Now, when they are pulled out all the way, they are nearly one meter deep.

Deep in Baiyang's drawer, according to her habit, she personally handled the music hard drives and placed them neatly in the deepest part.

Quietly relieved.

It was not done by my family!

She once again suspected that the people who rummaged through her things were the black blind men who had all been "sacrificed" that night.

Baiyang tapped the edge of the table with her fingers, thinking about what she could have here that was worth these people's effort to search for.

There is obviously her collection of out-of-print maps next to it.

There is also her small vault across the yard.

If you want to exchange money, go to those places and just pick up a gold one, and you will be guaranteed to have enough food and clothing for a lifetime!

Why, those places weren't broken into, and her new music room was going to be turned upside down?

There was a faint voice in my mind.

Maybe that's the answer.

But Baiyang still had a stern look on his face and divided the mess on the ground into music scores, lyrics and others, and picked up the three major sections one after another.

To be honest, the person who went through her things didn't seem to care whether she knew her privacy was known.

In other words, that person was determined to "kill" her!

The pages of some documents in her hand are already a little yellowed. They are manuscripts of lyrics she wrote when she first learned to make music.

The signature of Tournesol in the upper right corner is still made from the dark blue fountain pen and ink with sequins that was picked up by a classmate at the time and bought from the stationery store opposite the school!

Baiyang paused and made some angry movements.

Put the lyrics manuscript in your hand on the table gently and place it as a separate category.

Occasionally there are some random pieces of paper.

Like the sketch she drew casually, she might have thought Jujuju looked good at the time, so she included it and brought it to the villa.

There are also some inconspicuous, very ancient gadgets.

Such as her first sound card.

This sound card was all based on her passion when she didn't understand anything.

Use your mobile phone to hum the tunes, record the songs, and think of ways to edit and synthesize them yourself.

Finally, he sold it on an online original music trading platform and took Bai Jingmo to the Computer City in Haicheng to buy it.

Before that song.

She doesn't know anything and has changed her name many times.

Until that time, on a whim, I wrote down the pseudonym Tournesol on the music lyrics paper of the first song sold.

Ever since she sold that song, she has been using this pen name until today when she has achieved "little success".

Baiyang bent down, ready to pick up this commemorative sound card.

Moving her gaze downwards, she saw that under the table that she had picked up cleanly, at the junction with the bookcase, there were some tiny things that she could not find at all if she didn't care.

How many dark pebbles are they?

Baiyang stretched out his hand, skipped the sound card he wanted to pick up, pressed his fingertips on the stone, and dipped it in the stone.

The fingers moved to the light.

The small stone is black with a hint of dark green.

Baiyang's eyes flickered, it was her brother who brought him in...

This kind of stone can only be found in the courtyard where Bai Jingmo lives.

It was laid on the ground to suppress the pink floor designed by an unknown genius designer back then.

After the fire broke out.

In order to quickly move into the manor and meet the construction deadline, the engineering team responsible for rectifying the courtyard design poured some small stone raw materials that were originally mixed with other materials and painted on the wall to create a dark green curtain wall background.

The acceptance was passed at that time.

Although stones are easy to get stuck in the soles of shoes, there are few people living in Baijia Villa, so the impact is not big, and it has been used like this for so many years.

This stone can fall here.

It means that someone from Bai Jingmo's yard entered her music room in order to rummage through things.

In order to find something, I also crawled under her table...