Collective mind reading, villain boss, let me go

Nan Zhi was stunned, then burst out laughing: "Brother, you are getting old and confused, the heroine is Nan Wanyi, have you forgotten how badly she treated you in your previous life?"

Nan Qian: "But didn't you notice that Fu Siqing and the others are all around you in this life? In other words, maybe there is no heroine in this life."

Nan Zhi frowned and remained silent.

[The CPU is going to burn out. ]

Nan Qian sighed: "That is to say, this time should have been the same as the last time, so your men all stuck to Nan Wanyi uncontrollably, but so far, it hasn't happened. Instead, they all hate Nan Wanyi.

Even in the Nan family, we will be affected, but as long as you appear, our thinking is autonomous.

What I mean is that rebirth started with you, and perhaps your existence is the key to the turnaround."

Nan Zhi nodded. What she said made a lot of sense, but she really didn’t feel that her existence had changed anything…

The only change is that I was no longer cheated by Nan Wanyi and was not kicked out.

Nan Qian: "Your initial approach was correct. Maybe you approached Fu Siqing and the others with the intention of exploiting them, but they fell in love with you by accident. You influenced them and the Nan family.

This also leaves Nan Wanyi isolated and helpless this time."

"Okay!"

Nan Zhi stood up and said, "Then I am really great, but it doesn't make sense to say that I am the heroine. When Nan Wanyi returned home, I tried to kill her, but I couldn't kill her. Jiang Li and the others also tried."

"Luck." Nan Qian'an put his cell phone on the table with a logo on it.

"temple?"

Nan Zhi was a little surprised: "When did you start to believe this?"

Nan Qianan smiled bitterly: "We have all been reborn. You have to believe it even if you don't want to."

[I have been honest, please let me go. 】

Nan Qian: "I have behaved myself. Please let me go."

Nan Zhi picked up his phone and looked at it: "It's not far from here, let's go and take a look?"

Nan Qian was stunned: "Now?"

"go!"

She pulled Nan Qian and was about to walk out.

"Wait wait! There's coffee on my clothes!"

As he spoke, he quickly shook off Nan Zhi's hand and went back to his room to change his clothes.

Nan Zhi looked at what she was wearing and went back to her room to change into long-sleeved shirt and long pants.

The two drove to a relatively remote mountain, and Nan Zhi felt familiar with the place as soon as she got out of the car.

"Isn't this... near where my brother had the accident?"

Nan Qian nodded. He was wearing sunglasses and his silver hair was shining brightly in the light.

"Walk."

It didn't take long to walk up the mountain, and soon the two saw a... dilapidated temple.

Nan Zhi and Nan Qian stood in front of the dilapidated temple. The trees around them seemed particularly dense, and the sunlight shone through the treetops onto them in patches.

Nan Zhi frowned, feeling an indescribable sense of oppression.

Nan Qian gently patted Nan Zhi's shoulder, signaling her not to be afraid.

They slowly walked into the temple, only to find that it was dimly lit and the air was filled with the scent of sandalwood... There was no one else in the temple, only a few dilapidated Buddha statues standing there quietly, as if telling an ancient story.

Nan Zhi glanced around the temple and noticed a faded notice in the corner with some unclear words written on it.

She walked forward and carefully read the contents.

"Brother, look at this." Nan Zhi pointed at the notice: "What does it say?"

Nan Qian also came over, squinting his eyes and trying to make out the words: "It seems to be some records about fate and destiny, and some strange symbols, which look like the steps of some kind of ritual."

Nan Zhi raised her eyebrows: "You also know this?"

"You asked me already, even if you don't understand I have to tell you one."

The two began to walk around the temple, and there was no one around.

After some searching, they found an old monk who looked quite old in the backyard, sitting under a big tree with his eyes closed.

Nan Zhi and Nan Qian walked forward and bowed respectfully to the old monk: "Master, are you from this temple?"

The old monk slowly opened his eyes, his gaze deep and calm: "What do you want to know?"

[So straightforward? ]

The old monk smiled and said: "No one comes to visit you for no reason.

The old monk has been waiting for you for a long time."

Nan Zhi glanced at Nan Qian'an, then slowly squatted down and looked directly at the old monk.

"Master, since you said you have been waiting for us for a long time, you should know what we are doing."

The old monk closed his eyes and said: "True destiny is not given by heaven, but determined by man."

Nan Qian was a little absent-minded: "So... the person who sent me a message asking me to come was you?"

The old monk shook his head and nodded again: "Yes and no, the donor has already suffered a hardship, and now the hardship has been overcome and happiness will come."

"Thank you for your guidance, Master." Nan Zhi looked at Nan Qian'an strangely.

[I know this kind of enlightened monk. I heard that there are all kinds of rebirth stories. If the previous life was a story about a real or fake rich girl, then in this life... it is really possible that we are the protagonists. Rebirth stories...]

The old monk smiled and nodded: "Go, children, your destiny is in your own hands."

After they went down the mountain, Nan Zhi learned the whole process of how Nan Qian received the news.

Nan Qian leaned against the car as dusk was approaching.

"So, there is an answer now."

Nan Zhi nodded: "It's up to people. Our rebirth in this life is to prevent ourselves from following the same path as in the previous life. In the previous life, we were controlled to become Nan Wanyi's stepping stone. It was a gift from heaven, but this life is determined by people."

A few days later, Nan Zhi and Nan Qian arrived at the filming location on time. It was a particularly large training camp.

I had already met with several other teachers for rehearsal, and the filming started in the afternoon and the students entered.

Nan Zhi looked at the young and beautiful boys on the screen, and couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth.

[So handsome, brother. ]

Nan Qi'an sat in the main seat and looked at Nan Zhi speechlessly.

She is a scumbag and she refuses to admit it.

After all 100 students entered the hall, the magnificent hall suddenly fell into darkness, followed by the appearance of an ethereal voice and light.

It was this time's vocal instructor Zhao Fei, who had also recorded programs with Nan Zhi and Nan Qian'an before, so he was a rare acquaintance in this program.

Zhao Fei looked at the tall and strong sunny boy with a somewhat ruffian look, but his voice was particularly contrasting, as if it could hit people's hearts directly.

After his voice ended, the light gradually dimmed, and as his voice sounded again, the light shining on Nan Qian'an also returned.

He sat on the white piano, the light shining on his silver hair and white suit, as if everything around him was glowing.