Quadruple split

Although Mo Tan did not give any hints, but after an overly sumptuous breakfast, Xue Yin immediately declined the former's seemingly sincere but actually extremely insincere invitation to drink together, saying that she was surrounded by nosy people and if she did not go back, she would be beaten to death by her agent.

Seeing that this star-level idol did not intend to stay long, Gu Xiaole took the opportunity to say goodbye to Mo Tan on the pretext of "getting closer to the big star and chatting about some ladylike topics".

"Then, take care, both of you."

After saying a few polite words, Mo Tan put down the three cups in his hands and escorted the two extraordinary beauties to the lobby. He smiled and put Xue Yin's beret on her head: "Remember not to let anyone find out your identity, and don't cause too much trouble for Sister Xiao Le."

Xue Yin nodded obediently, stuffing her hair into her hat and replied in a very cute and docile manner, "Yeah."

"Tan-chan, why do you only care about Xue-yin-chan?"

Gu Xiaole pitifully tugged at the corner of Mo Tan's clothes and said tearfully, "Am I no longer your favorite Sister Xiaole?"

Mo Tan smiled bitterly and raised his hands, saying helplessly: "I just think that an idol who is not aware of her popularity and dares to show off her appearance even though her original appearance has been restored by netizens is likely to cause trouble. Sister Xiaole, you also know that if her popularity is discovered by people outside, there is a chance that it will cause a stampede."

"Hey, I'm just kidding~"

Gu Xiaole poked Mo Tan's forehead playfully, then hugged Xue Yin, who had finally stuffed all her hair into her hat, under her armpits and said cheerfully, "Don't worry, I'll be a good person to the end. I'll go back to painting after I send Xue Yin to the agent."

Xue Yin immediately let out a happy silly smile, and rubbed her neck against Gu Xiaole like a clingy fox.

"Then I'll trouble you, Miss Xiaole."

Mo Tan breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Xue Yin with a subtle expression, and complained, "I don't know what's going on with this guy. Not only did he find my house inexplicably half a month ago, but he even left without anyone. I don't know what he was thinking..."

Gu Xiaole smiled, and while rubbing the idol in his arms, he said with a smile: "You two have a good relationship, right?"

"Maybe, but over the years, I have rarely communicated with her except when writing lyrics and listening to demos. After all, she is a super idol, so it is necessary to avoid suspicion."

Mo Tan scratched his head, then looked at Xue Yin with empty eyes: "Although some people don't seem to appreciate my good intentions at all."

Xue Yin puffed up her cheeks immediately after hearing this and said angrily, "You are the one who thinks too much, Tan. You knew her when she was a humble singer and she is not popular at all, but you still act so awkwardly!"

"Well, whatever you say..."

Mo Tan, who had no intention of continuing this topic, covered his face and shook his head, then turned to Gu Xiaole and smiled apologetically: "Thank you for your hard work, Sister Xiaole. This guy is my friend for the time being. I am indeed a little worried if there is no one to watch over him."

"Leave it to me, sister."

Gu Xiaole gave Mo Tan a thumbs up and winked playfully, "Since you allowed me to get acquainted with such a big star, I don't want any favors from you."

"I'm just a little one!"

"Okay, okay, let's go, Xiao Xiaozhi."

"Bye-bye, Tan-chan!"

Just like that, after a somewhat lengthy farewell, Xue Yin and Gu Xiao Le left Mo Tan's house, and walked into the elevator arm in arm, talking and laughing.

"Oh."

After making sure that the two had completely left, Mo Tan chuckled, closed the door, and quickly walked to the computer on the dining table in the living room. He switched the computer from [Eat, Drink, Play] mode to [Secret] mode, and quickly opened a social software with a very special icon. Without hesitation, he sent a video invitation to someone on the list.

…

A moment later, a handsome boy with thick black hair, who looked no older than five years old, and lifeless eyes appeared on the screen and said unhappily, "If you have to fart, fart now."

"Check where I live."

Mo Tan stared at the boy across the screen with burning eyes and said without hesitation: "I need to know if I am under surveillance by others."

"Um?"

Mo Tan frowned and asked, "What did you say poop was?"

"I'm talking about the Great Frontier."

The young man glared at him and explained impatiently: "Magic can release the [Demon Realm], demons can use the [Demon Realm], mediums and ghosts can open the [Ghost Realm], and marginal people can of course also release the [Border]."

Mo Tan immediately drew inferences from his experience and asked, "What if it is..."

"Shut up."

The boy, who knew very well that the other party would never spit out even a single ivory, interrupted Mo Tan with foresight and said through gritted teeth: "Listen, you bastard who likes to bully children and threaten them with a small favor, I have already made it clear to you before that we are not friends, nor are we from the same world, so I have no obligation to provide you with any help or popular science beyond 'favor'. If you understand this, don't contact me again in the future and be a normal citizen."

Mo Tan shrugged, spread his hands innocently and said, "I also want to be a law-abiding citizen, but the problem is that those messy troubles like to find me. Let's not talk about anything else, let's talk about the idol you promoted. When I wrote a song for her out of pity, I didn't expect that girl would become a witch who could sing to the point of running naked after a few howls."

"Stop talking nonsense."

The boy raised a finger towards the camera and said unkindly, "If nothing else, I'll hang up first. I just watched less than half of the movie "Big Mouth Gourd" during the National Day holiday, and I'm feeling uncomfortable."

"Wait a moment."

Mo Tan raised his hand and shouted, asking the little ghost on the screen whose face seemed to be full of "I hate trouble": "Are there any more rats?"

The boy was stunned for a moment and asked confusedly: "What rat?"

"It's the one you gave Xue Yin. It's called the Golden-nosed White-haired Rat Spirit or something."

Mo Tan showed a smile that he thought was extremely cute and lovable, and asked the five-year-old boy on the screen in front of him calmly, "Can you make one for me too?"

The boy was also unequivocal and answered concisely: "Get lost."

"Then no rats."

Mo Tan blinked and changed the subject: "You can even give me a whole rabbit."

The boy was confused again and subconsciously asked, "Rabbit?"

"It's the kind of--"

Mo Tan thought for a moment, then said hesitantly, "The lips are missing, the teeth are sharp, the ears are long and the whiskers are sparse. The body is a piece of hair like jade, the feet are stretched out like flying hooves. The nose is straight and the skin is soft, the fruit is as white as frost and filled with powder; the eyes are red, and they are like rouge on the snow. Lying on the ground, a pile of white silk; stretching the waist, a white and silver thread. Several times, he sucked the remaining dew at dawn, and pounded..."

"Fuck you."

The boy, who had just realized what was going on, slammed the table and said angrily, "Why don't you just ask me for a monkey with a furry face, a thunder god's mouth, and the ability to do somersaults twice as far?"

Mo Tan was overjoyed and said repeatedly: "A monkey will do!"

"Hurry up and find a rope to hang yourself."

The boy curled his lips and said dryly, "Listen carefully, the mouse in Xueyin's pocket is not my pet, but a 'guest' in my store, and the most powerful one among such guests in my store. Also, the reason why this thing can be done is only because she is a fan of Xueyin like me and she is relatively free recently. It's not because of how powerful I am or how powerful I am. I'm only five years old this year!"

Mo Tan curled his lips and said with disdain: "So you just don't have the ability to help me?"

"If you really want me to 'help' you, fine."

The boy snorted and sneered, "If you're willing, I can bring your home under the protection of my club. From now on, I'll protect you and make sure no one will cause you any trouble. The club will be fully responsible for your safety and keep you away from any uncommon threats."

“What do I need to give?”

"The right to protect your safety."

"That's it?"

"Yes, that's it. Since we know each other, there's nothing else to say."

"What a pity! I still want to keep this right for myself."

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"I think so."

The boy on the screen rolled his eyes and cut off the video.

“Tsk tsk.”

Mo Tan smacked his lips, closed the computer and stretched his body tiredly.

He had to admit that the young boy, who was so young, did understand him to some extent. He knew that he had decided from the beginning that he did not want to give up his current "daily life", and did not want to deal with the "non-daily content" that was increasingly deviating from non-fiction literature.

Mo Tan also admitted that he did have a certain curiosity about the world "under the table" and had conducted a certain degree of investigation. In fact, the child who was running a charity club was part of the result of his "investigation", but in the end, he decided to stay away from it all as much as possible.

There are many reasons, and if I were to list them all, it would probably take a whole day and a night to finish them, but in the final analysis, the most important one is that he is special enough.

In addition, even in his current personality, he would occasionally worry for no reason. If one side of him were to become associated with the "unusual", such as learning how to make a big fireball with his hands, then everything in his cognition, including cognition itself, would be under tremendous pressure.

After all, he just likes to have fun, not to be unhappy.

"Tsk, this is so troublesome."

Although he said this, Mo Tan did not show any dissatisfaction. On the contrary, he looked in a good mood with a slight smile on his face.

Perhaps for most young people of this age, when they realize that there are people living in another world that seems high-end, cool, and awesome, while they are just ordinary people in an objective sense, they will feel lost and sad, and will blame others for this "mediocrity". However, no matter what kind of personality Mo Tan has, he will not have even a trace of envy or resentment.

Perhaps it was because he couldn't understand what envy and resentment were.

Maybe it's because he can enjoy anything.

Perhaps it was because he was tired of being unique.

There are probably countless more meaningless reasons that could be listed, but none of them matter.

What is important is that Mo Tan can objectively include the so-called "extraordinary" into his "daily".

He will not entertain any additional kindness or malice towards the other person just because the other person is objectively special, nor will he feel any psychological burden in the process of exploiting, deceiving, or misleading the other person, nor will he change his world view and philosophy for this reason.

he--

…

"There is no such thing as 'extraordinary' in his eyes."

The boy on the second floor of the [Chuuni Club] curled his lips, added the word "Motan" to the [Guest List], and murmured in a low voice: "A real freak, but..."

After a long silence, just like before, the boy who had written "Motan" on the list for the umpteenth time shook his head and crossed it out for the umpteenth time, and threw the pen in his hand, which was running out of ink, into the trash can in the corner of the second floor.

"It's none of my business."

The overly precocious boy stretched himself, fell heavily on the sofa, and weakly opened "Big Mouth Gourd"——

"I'm just an ordinary, precocious boy. There are so many people who worry about him, and one more little master won't make a difference."

…

at the same time

"Um, Miss Xiaole."

Xue Yin in the elevator hugged her shoulders and shivered, whispering, "I feel a little cold."

"Maybe the elevator air conditioning is turned too low."

Gu Xiaole shrugged noncommittally and said with a smile: "It's quite normal."

"Well, even if the air conditioning in the elevator goes straight to below zero, it's still normal..."

Xue Yin swallowed and said hesitantly, "Then is it normal that it has been falling for more than fifteen minutes?"

“That’s quite normal.”

“Eh!?”

"In a ghost realm of this level, let alone fifteen minutes, even if it lasts for fifteen days at a stretch, it's considered normal."

"Uh, then, what does a ghost realm of 'this level' mean?"

"It's different from the harmless ghost realm you destroyed before. It's a fierce ghost realm with full offensive power."

"Ah, this... is this considered a Shura field?"

"oh?"

"It's a special scene where a good girl like us has a bad man causing the social relationship to collapse, resulting in a river of blood and an extremely tragic scene!"

"Strictly speaking, no."

"How about less strictly speaking?"

"Well?"

Chapter 2479: The End