Quick Wear: Don't come over here, you are looking for trouble

"cough."

Fang Jiaxu coughed and took two steps forward. He was good-looking and easily attracted everyone's attention. Yu Guanglu, the chubby vice president, took his hand back when he saw him and smiled, "Yun Sheng, this is Master Fang, who just returned from studying abroad. His father is the principal of the Beihuai Military Academy."

"……Hello."

Fang Jiaxu got closer and found that he looked better and had a softer voice, completely different from the open-minded female students he used to be classmates with.

Wang Ping quietly looked at the young master, feeling annoyed that he had not heard of such a person, otherwise he should have let Yun Sheng play the role. In his mind, young masters must prefer women, and seeing a man who played the female role would inevitably be a bit disappointing.

Fang Jiaxu stretched out his hand, wanting to shake hands with the person in front of him, but Yun Sheng didn't know that. He looked at the hand stretched out in front of him, with distinct knuckles, callouses between the fingers, and rounded nails.

"Master Fang wants to shake your hand." Yu Guanglu's eyes turned, "Master Fang, those opera singers don't understand this, don't mind it, I'll teach him a lesson later."

It sounds like he has a very close relationship with Yun Sheng.

Xu Bai lowered his head and said nothing. He never looked up because he was afraid of seeing the greedy eyes of this group of people.

The hand that was extended was retracted. Fang Jiaxu's face was gloomy and it was unclear whether his mood was ruined by the actor's behavior.

The lively atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Wang Ping saw that the situation was not good, and quickly said, "My Lords and Young Masters, Yun Sheng has never seen the world. He sang two extra verses this morning and got tired. He has been very listless. So, I will let Yun Sheng sing a verse to make amends!"

He knew that the young man was the most powerful person here, so he flattered, "Master Fang, what do you want to hear?"

Fang Jiaxu looked at Xu Bai. The young man was still standing quietly, but his hands hanging at his sides were curled up and his mouth was pursed. He looked like he was being forced and was not happy at all.

Young Master Fang was spoiled and didn't understand why he didn't refuse even though he was unhappy, but the people around him were still waiting for an answer.

"I don't understand opera." Fang Jiaxu looked at Xu Bai's face with a burning gaze, "But since Mr. Yun... is here, I also have a small request." He paused deliberately, "Mr. Yun, please sing for me alone."

alone.

Xu Bai's body trembled and he clenched his hands. He wanted to refuse, but he couldn't open his mouth.

Wang Ping said that he had many connections in Beihuai and knew many people. If anyone dared not listen to him, they would be caught in a dark place and beaten to death.

Yun Sheng doesn't want to die, he wants to sing opera.

Yu Guanglu's eyes moved between the two of them, and then he chuckled in understanding, "There's a garden behind the hotel, the air there is good, and there are fewer people."

Xu Bai: [Look, things have changed this time. ]

Liu Er: ...No wonder he turned up the halo at night. It turned out that he was going to seduce the target directly.

Xu Bai: [Ah, young boys are still the best. ]

Wang Ping saw Fang Jiaxu was about to take people out, "Master Fang!" He chased after him for a step, but was stopped by Yu Guanglu, "Wang Ping, don't be ungrateful. He is a famous rich young master in Beihuai. You can't afford to lose if he takes Yun Sheng. In this way -" Seeing Wang Ping's eyes light up, he added, "If it doesn't work, just send the person to me, you won't lose anything."

Wang Ping wanted money in the first place, and he subconsciously tried to stop them because he was afraid that Yun Sheng would lose her virginity. Men and women are different, but if it was discovered, he wouldn't be able to ask for a high price. Now that the vice president had made a promise, he smiled happily and thanked him repeatedly.

Xu Bai followed behind Fang Jiaxu. The eldest young master was still holding his wrist. He mustered up his courage and struggled, "Young Master Fang...what do you want to hear? I'll sing for you here."

Fang Jiaxu said nothing and didn't stop. He dragged him to the garden before letting go.

I turned around to comfort her, but what I saw was a pale face, the man was biting his lips, and tears were welling up in his almond-shaped eyes.

"Don't be afraid."

The sharp-tongued Master Fang was at a loss at the moment. He had already treated the man as a fragile glass doll in his heart. He simply pressed the man onto the wooden chair next to him, half-knelt down and raised his head to comfort him, "I won't do anything to you."

The boy's mind was still reverberating with his words, "These are all dross that should be discarded", so he said, "The play is not dross. What do you want to hear? I'll sing it for you."

Fang Jiaxu's throat was tickled by the sobbing sound in Xu Bai's throat, and his face was burning because he heard what he said casually, "That's nonsense. - What we advocate now is equality for all, singing opera is a legitimate profession, and what we are passing on is our own culture!"

Xu Bai didn't quite understand what was said, but he knew that Fang Jiaxu was apologizing to him, and he mentioned "equality" and "culture" so forcefully, so he relaxed a little.

"I don't often go to operas, but I can't stand them bullying you." Fang Jiaxu sat down next to Xu Bai, "The guy who brought you here doesn't look like a good person!"

He had completely forgotten the conclusion he had drawn before meeting Xu Bai, and his heart was rapidly leaning towards the young man.

"That's the boss." Xu Bai didn't refute Fang Jiaxu's words, "If I don't come with him, I won't be able to go on stage."

"He's using this to threaten you?" Fang Jiaxu is a rich young man who has never suffered. Moreover, he fell in love with Xu Bai after seeing her, and he felt even more heroic, "At worst, I won't sing! I'll give you money, or -" His face suddenly turned red suspiciously, "or you can only sing for me."

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The words were too offensive to Xu Bai.

Even if the boy died, he would still perform. So he was no longer afraid, his cheeks flushed with anger, and he stood up and walked back.

"Hey!"

Fang Jiaxu didn't know what Xu Bai said that made him unhappy, so he quickly stood up and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I want to go back."

With his brows furrowed, Master Fang grabbed the man's thin shoulders, anxiously and angrily, "You still want to go back? Don't you know who they are——"

Fang Jiaxu suddenly heard a small sob, which overflowed from the mouth of the captured person. He was stunned for a moment, and turned around to look at Xu Bai's cheek.

Cried.

He made people cry.

"I want to sing opera..." After being let go by Fang Jiaxu, Xu Bai lowered his head again, tears rolling down his cheeks one by one, one after another, as if they could burn into one's heart, "Master Fang, I sing, I have been singing opera for ten years... I can't not sing..."

His entire life runs through the play, and only when he is on stage can he feel that he is alive. So when Fang Jiaxu asked him not to sing anymore, he was very scared and trembled uncontrollably.

"sorry."

Master Fang was at a loss, and for some reason he just hugged him. In the West, this was simply a way of comforting people. "Don't cry, I didn't know you liked singing so much, then-then can I hold you up?"

Fang Jiaxu searched around in his pocket, took out his wallet, and stuffed all the banknotes inside into Xu Bai's hands. "Here."

"When you sing one day, come to Fang's house to find me... Forget it, I'll go directly to your troupe leader to ask." He didn't like opera, but suddenly he really wanted to see the boy on the stage and listen to him sing a few lines.