The Fairy in Fast Time

An unknown fragrance filled the air, slowly moving in the spacious and bright hall, and it smelled very elegant.

The man tapped the cover of the book with his fingers, and looked at the young man looking down at the schoolbag calmly, without saying a word.

At this moment, the hall was quiet and depressing.

After Wen Han turned in silence for 2 minutes, he really couldn't bear the suffocating atmosphere.

So he whispered: "I forgot to bring it."

Hearing this, the man paused with his finger on the writing, and then a low voice escaped from his lips, "Really."

Wen Han didn't speak, just lowered his head and stared at the man's bare ankle, maintaining the highest state of silence.

"Give it to me tomorrow night."

The man said lightly, then he put the book aside and got up, walked towards the door with his slender and straight legs, and then saw the driver with white gloves lowered his eyes, respectfully pulling a black suit coat Unfurled and draped over the man's shoulders, the two of them left the young man's sight together.

Wen Han let out a breath, and immediately collapsed on the sofa in a large font, feeling a little sluggish.

Physically and mentally exhausted.

Wen Han: Who was that boy standing beside the protagonist before?

[System: His name is Mu Nian, he is the son of elder brother Mu Ziyuan, he was adopted by him, and then he was raised by Mu Ziyuan as his heir. Like you, he is also a senior in high school, but in another school. 】

The thin boy paused for a moment, so he got up, put away his schoolbag, and walked towards the stairs.

Then, under the guidance of the system, Wen Han came to his bedroom, pushed open the door, walked quickly a few steps, jumped into the big bed measuring [-] meters by [-] meters, and slept comfortably. Several rolls.

Taking off the glasses casually and putting them next to the pillow, Wen Han half-closed his eyes and said to the system: Mu Ziyuan, how much attention has been paid to the original body in the past two years?

[System: According to the information on my side, except for the inspection at the end of each month, I don't pay any attention. 】

Wen Han: That is to say, Mu Ziyuan doesn't know what kind of character the original body is, right?

【System: What do you want :)】

The corners of Wen Han's lips hooked up, and there seemed to be light in the dark pupils: I think, find some people to beat me up.

【system:……】

Wen Han: Okay, then I'll go to sleep first, please turn off the light for me, thank you.

[System: I am Wen Han's face, he doesn't want me anymore :)]

However, at this time, Wen Han had already fallen asleep happily.

***

The next morning.

Wen Han, who was huddled under the quilt, was woken up by the extremely rhythmic alarm.

"……day."

The boy uttered a word in a hoarse voice, then pressed the alarm on the bedside table to continue sleeping, but five seconds later, another alarm sounded on the table not far from the bed.

Enduring the intense sleepiness, Wen Han suppressed the irritability in his heart and got up to press the alarm. Just after he pressed it, another alarm rang in the bathroom.

Wen Han's drowsiness was instantly dispelled, he frowned, and said in a hoarse voice: "...this day is simply unbearable." After speaking, he walked unsteadily into the bathroom.

Then the world went completely silent.

[System: Good morning, single Wang. 】

Wen Han brushed his teeth, expressionless: Good morning, spicy chicken.

[System: Let me tell you, you are now a senior in high school :)]

[System: You have to go through the college entrance examination two months later :)]

[System: I still have to do various papers :)]

[System: Do you still remember the fear of being dominated by Wu San and Wang Houxiong? My dear big brother:)]

Wen Han: "..."

[System: Of course, I can open it for you. For example, the homework is automatically completed every day and you just hand it in the next day. For example, the answer can be displayed on the paper during the exam and you can just selectively copy it :)]

Wen Han: Dad, I was wrong.

[System: [The King's Sigh jpg.]. 】

Later, after a period of turmoil, Wen Han finally put on the black and white school uniform that looked like a penguin, tied his shoelaces, and opened the door with his schoolbag on one shoulder.

[System: Glasses! 】

right.

The boy went back and put the glasses on his face, and pulled his bangs to the frame.

Taking out his phone and taking a picture with the pitch-black screen, Wen Han was very satisfied with this decadent-looking young man with a gloomy temperament.

As soon as I went downstairs, I could smell the aroma of breakfast.

But the man with restrained demeanor and calm face was sitting at the long table with his eyes lowered and flipping through newspapers. The sunlight spread along the floor-to-ceiling windows on his knuckle-boned hands, and the light blue blood vessels under the skin became more and more obvious.

And Mu Nian sat obediently by the man's left hand and drank milk, his eyes filled with admiration for his father and...

--obsessed.

Wen Han took a thorough look at the emotions in Mu Nian's eyes with great interest, and the idea of ​​making trouble was just around the corner, but then he suppressed it, after all, it's not yet time.

...But he still wants to do something.

Wen Han was thinking while walking towards the door, but after thinking to no avail, he resolutely gave up and decided to go to school directly.

Ah, after all, I am a child about to take the college entrance examination.

You have to study hard.

【System: Doesn't your conscience hurt :)】

Wen Han: This fairy man doesn't need a conscience.

[System: Spicy chicken host, eat jujube pills. 】

The young man leaned over and sat in the car in a good mood, with a wanton smile that didn't fit his temperament.

in the hall.

Mu Nian looked up and saw An Han walking towards the car through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he was a little surprised.

After all, for the past two years, his gloomy and indifferent younger brother would come over for breakfast every morning.

Especially, when my father is around.

And today...

"Concentrate on eating." The man's low-pitched words rang in Mu Nian's ears, and Mu Nian's heart palpitations when he looked at his pupils, which were as dark as a pool of black ink.

"Yes, Father." Mu Nian withdrew his gaze and replied crisply, lowered his head and took a bite of toast, his face turned slightly red for a moment.

—Father, you are concerned about me.

Mu Nian curled his lips.

But Mu Ziyuan withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes and took a sip of his coffee. Then, he casually glanced at the floor-to-ceiling windows, and then, the hand holding the coffee couldn't help but pause.

The man's dark eyes instantly became deep.

Like a whirlpool.

***

The pale golden sunlight cut the thick clouds into lines, and slowly meandered in this bustling bustling city, carrying a fresh and slightly cool wind.

April, it's your lie.

Wen Han lay prone on the table, pressing the Chinese paper under his arm.

Hearing the voice of the Chinese teacher on the stage, he felt a little drowsy.

Better time than sleep.

"So, is there any classmate who can answer, what is the general character of "Wang Yue"?" The Chinese teacher asked on the podium.

The classroom was as quiet as a chicken.

Then, a little boy sitting near the aisle thought to himself: How can I embarrass the teacher on the podium?

Thinking of this, he became angry at his dantian: "Wang (Wang)!!!"

After two seconds of silence, barbell-like laughter erupted in the classroom.

And Wen Han was so frightened by the bark that he almost lost his breath, because it was from his deskmate.

Cast a stunned expression.

Pushing his glasses slowly, Wen Han sighed slowly: Young people nowadays...

But because of that high-decibel "Wang", Wen Han didn't feel sleepy at all.

Immediately, he called up the Nuannuan interface and began to unlock Chapter 460 VII.

And this game, I played until after school.

The sunset spreads silently in the sky, spreading in every corner of the city, softening all the outlines.

At this moment, the sun is setting and the twilight is falling.

"Go back first, I'll take the bus back by myself later." The boy bowed his head and said to the driver, and after the other party responded, he turned and walked in the opposite direction.

Wen Han took out his phone and opened the AutoNavi map, trying to search for nearby bars.

After all, he still wanted to find a few people to beat him up, and then cut in from the side and slowly broke the original image and temperament. As a cowardly and gloomy good student, how could he go to a messy place like a bar?

So it's best to start with the bar.

[System: Your idea feels weird, and, do you really want to be beaten up?Going back with all your injuries, are you sure that Mu Ziyuan can see your rebelliousness from the side?Don't he think that you were bullied like this because you were too cowardly...]

Wen Han looked at the map and said indifferently: Who said I would be beaten unilaterally.

【system:……】

Wen Han: Let Mu Ziyuan see my vicious counterattack, ah yes, can you check his itinerary?

[System: Yes, but you can only search three times a day. 】

Wen Han: I think your role is getting bigger and bigger, which is very, very good.

[System: I have the guts, you will play around again in the near future :)]

Warm and cold: flattering.

[System: Mu Ziyuan is currently talking with a gangster from Italy in a high-end bar called [True Color], and it is expected to end in 10 minutes. 】

Wen Han looked at the map and found that it was not very far away from him, so he nodded in satisfaction: "It's right in my arms, the next step is how to get someone to beat me up."

[System: Do you know how to fight? 】

Wen Han: Just kidding, the orphanage called all the way blindly.

The system thought for a while, and silently gave him a buff of [Agility] and [Infinite Strength].

——After all, since having such a mentally handicapped son, Dad has never had a peaceful life.

With his schoolbag on one shoulder, Wen Han walked to an alley near the [True Color] bar.

And this alley happens to be facing the gate of [True Color].

The corner of Wen Han's mouth twitched, he was really too lazy to complain about why a resplendent bar gate faced an alley.

So the boy took two steps inside, and saw Brother Gou holding his schoolbag, looking nervously at the three punks with hair dyed in various colors in front of him.

Wen Han: "..."

Ah, here's your chance.

[System: Brother Dog? 】

Wen Han: No way, the look (woof) he shouted is still fresh in my memory.

"Seeing that you are wearing famous brands all over your body, you must be very rich..." The man with dyed yellow hair stood in front of the boy and lit a cigarette.

"Brothers are a little tight recently, can you borrow some?" Another tall man put his hand on the little boy's shoulder with a hoarse voice, his eyebrows were mischievous.

"No, no..." The boy looked like he was about to cry in fright, he held his schoolbag tightly, and a huge panic swept him, regretting that he shouldn't have taken a shortcut home today.

It's fine now, it's time to deal with it.

Looking around, I found that this place is very remote, there are no people at all, and there is no hope of asking for help...

The eye sockets couldn't help getting wet, and they looked wet, like some kind of harmless little animal.

"If you don't come by yourself, then we will do it?"

Then, the man with the punk necklace slammed the boy against a wall and started rummaging through his pockets.

In the next second, the man was pulled by the back of the collar and took a few steps back, and then he was punched in the face.

"Hiss, damn it." The man cursed and raised his eyes, and saw a young man wearing black-rimmed glasses and carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder standing in front of the boy, looking so thin that he seemed extremely weak.

"roll."

The young man raised his jaw, his voice was so cold that it was chilling.

Not far from the alley, the exquisitely decorated automatic door of [True Color] slowly opened, and I saw Mu Ziyuan walking and talking with a middle-aged blond man, standard Italian speaking from the man's thin lips The overflowing, elegant and calm demeanor made Mu Nian's heart pounding when he was watching him all the time.

"Then, happy cooperation." Mu Ziyuan extended his hand to Vidor.

"Oh! Happy cooperation!" After shaking hands with a smile, Vidor got into a black Ferrari under the guidance of the bodyguards and drove away.

"Let's go back too." Mu Ziyuan lowered his eyes and lit a cigarette, held it to his lips and slowly took a puff. The white smoke was lingering, and it looked extremely sexy against that handsome face.

"Yeah." Mu Nian pursed his lips and smiled.

At this time, the bodyguard drove the car and stopped not far from Mu Ziyuan and his party.

"Father, do you have time tomorrow afternoon? Well, the school will hold a parent-teacher meeting..." Mu Nian's voice became weaker and weaker, with a little hope in his voice.

"Cheng Ke." The man called lightly, holding the cigarette between his fingers.

Hearing this, Cheng Ke flipped through the notepad in his hand, and replied respectfully: "Tomorrow, I only need to go to see the venue in the Eastern District."

"Hmm." The man nodded slightly.

This made Mu Nian, who had been nervous all the time, suddenly ecstatic.

And just as they walked towards the car, there was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Mu Ziyuan stopped slowly, and looked at the source of the bloody smell with a calm face.

But seeing the boy in the alley being thrown to the ground by a man, the black-rimmed glasses that fell off were directly crushed by another man wearing a punk necklace, and the dark red blood flowed from the corner of the boy's lips.

"Master Mu..." Cheng Ke called out hesitantly, wanting to go over to help immediately, but was stopped by the man's raised hand.

There was no waves in Mu Ziyuan's dark pupils, he just watched calmly, watching his adopted son who had been with him for two years was covered with scars from being beaten, and the blood that flowed out stained the school uniform red.

Standing beside the man, Mu Nian looked indifferently and contemptuously, and secretly mocked: It's really... like a clown.