I became red after being fed by a boss

"Did you hear anything?"

A short and heart-piercing howl wafted past my ears, and it instantly disappeared in the night wind.

Hu Youyou listened attentively and frowned: "It seems that brother is calling you?"

With his five senses keen, he could hear Royce's accusation clearly. He closed his eyes, and said with a cold smile in his voice, "Maybe he is saying goodbye to us."

"Brother is really going to be imprisoned for a day." The punishment was too sudden. My brother won't be able to watch his selection for the center position tomorrow, and he will be arrested for flying himself. It's too scary.

"Well, but he won't be caught in the future, last time he was not qualified to fly, don't worry, the environment of the Monster Administration is very good." Seeing that he was worried, Ying Rong raised her hand and gently rubbed the ends of her light blue hair.

Speaking of punishment, Bai Ze's punishment for obedient monsters who do not resist is relatively light. It is nothing more than staying in a single room for a day to reflect, and the water and electricity grid in the room will not be interrupted.

After listening to his popular science, Hu Youyou recalled that the small single room he lived in just after he came down the mountain, the environment was clean and tidy, knowing that his brother would not suffer, Hu Youyou felt much more relaxed.

In the house, there is a small ash wood table next to the sofa, and there are scented candles on it. The body of the candle is pure white, and the orange flame is slightly rippling.

Smelling the aroma, Hu Youyou relaxed, her snow-white fox ears and tail trembled slightly, Ying Rong had just taken a shower, her hair was wet with mist, and she was wearing a loose, pure white bathrobe, the fabric was soft Silky smooth, with a slightly loose waistband and water marks on the neck and collarbone.

The light in the room was dim, and the tip of his nose smelled the fragrance. Mr. Ying, who was only wearing a bathrobe, stood in front of him.

Hu Youyou's thoughts drifted where they shouldn't.

In a trance.

After realizing it later, she came back to her senses, her cheeks were flushed with a shy pink, which made her skin fair and flawless.

Especially when Mr. Ying stretched out his hand towards him, his slightly cool fingertips pressed against his hot face, and a deep voice came from his ear: "Why is your face so red, did you catch a cold?"

Hu Youyou dodged back in agitation, raised her hand and put the back of her hand against her rosy face, unable to speak clearly, her soft lips slowly closed: "I, I'm going to take a bath!"

The teenager picked up the towel, and walked into the bathroom in a hurry like a gust of wind.

Like running away.

Ying Rong lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the palm that was slapped away, the palm lines criss-crossed.

He tightened his palms, his slightly bent fingers were sharp.

If you guessed right, you were avoiding him just now?

Or his actions were so obvious that the children discovered his impure thoughts.

The surface of the bathroom door was covered with mist, Ying Rong sat back on the bed.

The phone received a text message from Bai Ze.

【Bai Ze】: The obstacle has been removed, and Longlong was captured by me. [Praise me].jpg

The corners of Ying Rong's mouth curved slightly, and his slender knuckles lightly touched the screen.

【Thanks. [Great].jpg]

Bai Ze kicked his nose and typed with a slap on his face: [The question about funding. [Star Eye].jpg]

Only after feeling a little touched, Ying Rong pursed his mouth into a line: 【. 】

After entering the bathroom, Hu Youyou's face was still flushed, and the back of his neck was hot. He raised his hand to cover it, and looked in the mirror. His light blue broken hair covered his burning red ear tips.

In the quiet and closed environment, the heartbeat became louder and louder.

The cold water wets the soft hair, and the water flows along the slender waistline and the thin white legs to the ground.

Shivering from the cold, the edges of his fingertips turned white, and after being drenched in cold water, Hu Youyou's heartbeat became calm again.

The water-stained hand pressed the button and turned to the other side for hot water.

The white mist surged upwards, the porcelain tiles were wetted by water vapor, and water splashed on the ground.

The temperature on the face finally dropped, the shower gel was squeezed into the white palm, and a small colored bubble floated up.

It was Mr. Ying's smell, and Hu Youyou's ears turned red again.

Especially when body wash wraps the body.

Like being held.

He was too ashamed to speak.

Ten minutes later, Hu Youyou walked out of the bathroom with her head wet, with a faint fragrance wrapped around her body.

The water droplets from the tips of the hair dripped onto the open collarbone. The cuffs of the pajamas were loose and long, and the backs of the white hands were hidden inside. Only a small section of fingertips were exposed on the edge of the cuffs, which had been stained by the water mist, and the fingertips were still white with porcelain white. Light pink.

Seeing him coming out, Ying Rong, who was sitting by the bed, leaned over and took out the hair dryer in the low cabinet beside the bed. He spread his legs and patted the middle position: "Come here, let you dry your hair."

Hu Youyou responded, her voice was clear and soft, she sat down obediently, the snow-white sheets were slightly sunken.

The slender knuckles passed through the wet blue hair, the hot air from the hair dryer brushed the back of the neck and the tips of the ears, Hu Youyou's scalp was numb, and the tailbone seemed to have been electrified.

With a "bang", three big tails came out uncontrollably, Ying Rong was very close to him, and his chest was almost pressed against his back.

The gap with no gaps was suddenly filled by three big tails, Ying Rong's chest was itchy, and the soft and white tail tips gently swept his chin, making him feel numb indescribably.

The hand holding the hair dryer paused, Ying Rong didn't notice that Hu Youyou sitting in front of him was stiff.

He raised his hand to stroke the soft tail, and the moment he pinched the tail with his rough fingertips, Hu Youyou's toes shook slightly, and the hand that was pulling the bed sheet tightened, with an indescribable shame on his face.

Mr. Ying touched his tail before, he would never do that.

The blood in the body is numb and itchy, and the waist is also limp.

The person who helped him dry his hair didn't feel it at all, and pinched the base of his tail heavily, and the hot wind blew behind his ears.

Hu Youyou tried to put her tail back, but her tail suddenly became disobedient, and she obediently pressed against the man's palm and let others rub her.

Just like a traitor!

"Stop pinching my tail." Hu Youyou tilted her head and tightly squeezed the hand that did the bad thing.

Ying Rong's left hand was pinched, fearing that his hair would accidentally get caught in the hair dryer during the fight, he pressed the switch button with his right index finger, turned off the hair dryer with one hand and put it aside.

When meeting Hu Youyou's eyes again, Ying Rong was slightly startled.

The young man sitting between his legs curled his lips slightly, as if expressing his dissatisfaction, his black eyelashes trembled slightly, his clear eyes were watery, as if washed by water, and his face was flushed.

Ying Rong rolled his Adam's apple up and down, deliberately lowered his voice and asked, "What's wrong."

"That's right, don't touch my tail." The beautiful lips were parted, covered with a moist luster under the light, like soft jelly, Ying Rong's attention was all on Hu Youyou's lips.

"It's a little itchy." Hu Youyou murmured, very lacking in confidence when speaking.

He has a guilty conscience.

The tail can't be retracted, and it doesn't obey.

"Yes, I see." Ying Rong tapped her tail lightly with her fingertips, and the tail consciously coiled up, with the snow-white tip hooking the slender knuckles, "But your tail seems to be quite sticky."

Hu Youyou's face turned red, as ripe as a tomato in the garden, shimmering red.

"The tail is not sticky." Hu Youyou worked very hard to control the direction of the tail.

After a few seconds of silence, Ying Rong glanced at the kid's white neck, and picked up the hair dryer again.

The warm wind carried his aura and sent it to Hu Youyou's neck and ear tips.

While blowing her hair, Ying Rong's fingertips inevitably rubbed against the white and sensitive nape of her neck, and Hu Youyou shrank her neck.

Shame!

Hu Youyou turned into a little fox in an instant, and the white dumpling nestled between Ying Rong's legs.

In this way, Mr. Ying will not be able to touch him.

The little fox between the legs is milky white, but there is an irregular mass of light blue on the top of the head, which is caught off guard, and a dull laughter appears, and Ying Rong's chest trembles up and down.

Hu Youyou, who was being ridiculed, raised her paws and covered her little head: "I don't want Mr. Ying to blow it up for me, you are so bad."

After tossing for a while, it was already early morning when the two fell asleep.

The bright white moonlight fell, reflecting on the dark quilt cover, and the cold light was divided into several layers by the folds.

Ying Rong looked at the little fox who was sleeping neatly next to him, not crossing the line at all, and raised his hand to hold it up.

The clear blue eyes met the deep green eyes, and the corners of Ying Rong's mouth twitched slightly, and he said frivolously and loosely: "Aren't you sleeping on me, you are very strange today."

The tail of the little fox held in the air was slightly raised, and Hu Youyou choked her neck and said, "It's so strange, my brother and I slept next to him."

Holding her tender little paws, Ying Rong raised her eyebrows: "Didn't you lie on brother's body?"

Hu Youyou: "No, put me down quickly! And don't pinch my claws."

Hearing that she and the little fox are the closest, Ying Rong's mood improved a lot, and the sternness between her brows and eyes melted away.

He pinched the little claw twice more, and his voice was soft and hoarse: "It's so soft."

Hu Youyou was so ashamed that her limbs curled up slightly.

What is soft?

After being put down, Hu Youyou quickly got under the quilt, and the quilt was lifted, Ying Rong said with a little smile in her voice, "Do you want to win the center position tomorrow?"

Hu Youyou shook her ears, her voice muffled: "Think about it."

The man lightly tapped his abdomen, his eyes were gentle and affectionate: "If you sleep here, I will teach you how to win."

The little fox pursed his mouth tightly and hesitated for a long time.

The little butt twisted and crawled towards the man.

The warm touch was the same as before, Ying Rong smiled and hugged the little fox tightly.

Hu Youyou's face was burning red, and the abdominal muscles under her body could feel firm and tight through Mao Mao. The little fox covered her eyes shyly.

It feels so strange.

I never felt shy before.

Ying Rong couldn't see the shame on the fox's face.

As promised, he began to seriously talk about Hu Youyou's shortcomings in singing during the day.

The biggest problem is that the little fox can't fully appreciate the hopeless feelings in the song.

He talked a lot, from poetry to philosophies of life. The little fox sat on him, blinking his watery eyes.

Do not understand.

"I don't understand." Hu Youyou was straightforward and confident, without any embarrassment at all.

Listening to Mr. Ying chanting scriptures, the beating heart slowly calmed down.

There was a trace of deep thought in Ying Rong's eyes, and he put his hands on Hu Youyou's fleshy face. Every time the little fox breathed, the breath with a faint fragrance was sprinkled on his knuckles.

"Then let me put it another way." Ying Rong put his thumb against the base of the little fox's ear, and he rubbed it lightly, "If one day you cultivated all nine tails."

Hu Youyou nodded, resting her chin and following his words to imagine.

I have already seen the beautiful nine big tails in my mind.

Super imposing!

"Then I fell asleep and woke up, and lost eight of my nine tails." Ying Rong replaced the dark despair with this kind of rhetoric.

It was very effective, the little fox's eyes were wide open, the tears were hazy and glistening, and he took it in with real emotion.

The voice was still crying: "My tail has been cultivated, why is it gone!"

Ying Rong said in a low and slow voice: "I'm just making an analogy, anyway, it's probably such a mood."

Hu Youyou pouted, her eyes were red: "I don't like this analogy! It's just too annoying."

The little fox kicked hard at the abdominal muscles under his buttocks.

There are fleshy pads in the palm, as if scratching his boots, Ying Rong smiled silently.

"You can imagine the treble in the back as if you found out that you were just dreaming." Ying Rong said hesitantly, "It's probably the two feelings of heaven and hell."

"Do you understand?"

Hu Youyou was still very upset, as if she hadn't recovered from the sadness just now, her voice was a little low: "I probably know it."

After Ying Rong turned off the light, the little fox spread out his limbs like a ball of soft cotton wool. His dark green eyes were bright and deep in the dark night. He raised his head and gently kissed the little fox's ear tips.

The calm and gloomy aura also passed through together, and Hu Youyou uttered a few dreams in a satisfied way.

Ying Rong smiled softly, straightened her upper body and turned off the light.

The scented candles in the living room flickered, and with Ying Rong's crisp finger snapping, the candles went out, leaving only a wisp of white smoke.

On the second day, many trainees yawned and randomly found a place at the recording site to sit down.

In fact, the schedule in the morning has nothing to do with most people. After all, the center position was selected from the ten trainees who were re-evaluated as A-level yesterday.

Just like that, the rest of the 85 people were lazily trying to guess which trainee would win.

They were quietly discussing:

"Who do you think will be the center?"

The student who was questioned raised his eyebrows: "Maybe it's Xie Jiangting, Shen Lan is also good, and it's okay if Hu Youyou is standing in the first row. After all, she is beautiful, so eye-catching, and she is our face."

"Do you think Hu Youyou has had plastic surgery? I can't find any previous photos of him on the Internet. Xie Jiangting, who is usually very low-key when he was a child, has been picked up by the media."

The person who said this and questioned was a trainee sent by Chengzi Entertainment. There were obvious signs of plastic surgery on his face, and the edema had not completely disappeared.

The other two looked at the man who had double eyelid cut and had hyaluronic acid applied, and laughed awkwardly.

They perfunctorily said, "Plastic plastic surgery can't be so natural, it's so expensive, it's not worth a few million."

Orange Entertainment wanted to say a few more words about plastic surgery, but Liang Xing suddenly said, "Hu Youyou hasn't had plastic surgery."

"You know again?" The face with plastic surgery raised the tails of its eyes, revealing most of the whites, very disdainful.

Liang Xing smiled: "Of course, I touched Hu Youyou's face, it's soft, it's natural to be super Q-bombed."

Also, Liang Xing said slowly: "If you are ugly, don't make trouble."

The other two onlookers laughed loudly. Even if they covered most of their faces with their palms, they couldn't hide their eyes watching the show.

The nose of the plastic surgery face was crooked from anger, and he pointed at Liang Xing with his fingertips: "You, you."

Unable to hold back any nonsense for a long time, Liang Xing took out the high-profile gesture of "flick off his clothes when it's over, and hide his achievements and fame", and dusted the ashes on his body twice.

Hu Youyou had no idea that Liang Xing had just done a big thing for him.

Seeing the other party greet him with a smile, Hu Youyou's eyes curved into nice arcs.

The tails of the eyes are slightly narrowed and the tails are raised and slender. Under the warm white light of the recording site, the eyes seem to contain tiny stars, shining and beautiful.

Hu Youyou knew yesterday that her brother would not come to the scene today, and the other trainees were still surprised when they heard that Royce would not come.

Only one tutor left, and just now the director said that tutor Li Yu was sick, so there are only three tutors left on stage today: Ying Rong, Kan Qinghe, and Xue Yang.

Ying Rong was wearing a close-fitting silver-gray suit, and a pure white shirt outlined his thin waistline. He held a black pen between his index and middle fingers, and his aura was calm.

With him sitting in charge, the three instructors looked over with a very dignified aura.

Chewing bubble gum in his mouth, Xue Yang blows out big bubbles, tilting his head from time to time and chatting with Kan Qinghe about who can win the center position today.

The host, Li Shen, stood in the middle of the stage with a microphone, wearing the most error-prone pure black suit.

"The assessment of the central position of the theme song "Xiangyang" will start now. Please invite the following trainees to come forward, Hu Youyou, Xie Jiangting..."

The names were read out one after another, and Hu Youyou discovered that there were ten fixed points in the venue, each point had a name written on it.

He and Xie Jiangting happened to be standing between No. 5 and No. 6.

The assessment mode is still the same as yesterday, with ten people working together.

It's just that yesterday they faced the instructor, and today they faced 85 trainees.

After stabilizing the opening posture, the music started.

When doing anything, Hu Youyou is extremely focused, even if there are powerful Xie Jiangting and Shen Lan standing on both sides, he will not look at them from the corner of his eye.

Competing with ten people, if you don't pay attention, if you make a mistake in one movement, it will be difficult to keep up with the rhythm of the others. This is exactly the case with Liu Xingmang on the far side.

Hu Youyou looked straight ahead, and in his eyes, the 85 trainees were the audience who came to watch his performance.

Sweat slipped down, flicked with the movement of turning around, and dripped on the long and curly eyelashes, Hu Youyou blinked lightly, his vision seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.

The light and lively timbre is very pleasing to the ear, and it is highly recognizable among the ten people. The instructor and other trainees can hear it clearly, and the lively and pure rhythm of the sun attracted the attention of the audience.

Hu Youyou was already good-looking, although the other nine people's looks were not low, but against the backdrop of Hu Youyou, a bright star, they looked bleak.

Soon came the hardest part of the piece, Hu Youyou recalled the example that Mr. Ying gave him last night in his mind.

The loss of all nine tails is tantamount to despair.

Discovering that it was a dream is equal to dawn.

Simple and easy to understand.

For Jiuweihu, this is the most important thing engraved in his bones.

Such as the clear voice of a mountain spring falling on her ears, Ying Rong never thought that Hu Youyou really realized the missing emotion.

At the end of the song, Hu Youyou showed a sweet smile, her fingertips touched her heart, her chest rose and fell, her broken hair was mixed with sweat and stuck to her cheeks, her collarbone and neck were full of youthful vigor after exercise.

The applause sounded like the tide.

All ten performances are over.

The decision-making power for this vote does not rest with the tutor, looking at Hu Youyou's firm back, Ying Rong smiled slightly.

It's really great to work hard for this.

"Now, all students, please make a prudent decision. Each person can only cast one vote."

Li Shen spoke to the trainees: "The countdown begins, 3, 2, 1—the voting ends."

"I've got the votes of ten students on the field, now let's announce the central position of the theme song—" He intentionally dragged out the end, and the result in Li Shen's hands tugged everyone's hearts.

"Congratulations to Hu Youyou, for becoming the center of the MV for the theme song "Xiangyang" of the 2021 "Star Making Project"." Li Shen revealed the answer, "Let us applaud him."

"He won 27% of the audience's votes, and he deserves the center position!" Li Shen's voice became louder and louder.

Hearing his name, Hu Youyou slightly opened his eyes wide. He covered his face unconsciously, and mist came out of his eyes, shining like tiny stars.

"Congratulations!" Shen Lan hugged Hu Youyou's shoulders, "You really got the center position."

A trace of depression flashed across Xie Jiangting's face, he quickly sorted out his emotions, and was also happy for Hu Youyou to get the center position.

Lin Aiai on the side rushed over excitedly and hugged Hu Youyou, "You are really amazing!"

These people are happy, but there are also people on the other side who are not reconciled.

Hearing that Hu Youyou got the center position, Yu Mo clenched his fists tightly. He even felt that if Xie Jiangting got the center position, he wouldn't be so sad.

"You are happy that Hu Youyou won?" Yu Mo said hoarsely.

Bai Tu, who still had a smile on his face, was taken aback.

Indeed, when Hu Youyou got the center position, he was actually happy instead of angry.

Looking at Hu Youyou who was surrounded by everyone like stars and the moon, Bai Tu was silent for a while, and then said after a pause, "No."

Yu Mo snorted lightly, his eyes dim.

After the recording ended, Hu Youyou immediately sent the news to her brother.

Monster Administration.

Royce was not imprisoned like other monsters who committed crimes. He sat in Bai Ze's office and helped him deal with stacks of old documents.

Simple operation, no need to use your brain.

After Bai Ze told him how to review, Royce was forced to be treated as free labor.

Bai Ze, who had nothing to do, was lying on the sofa, eating an apple, with a laptop on his lap.

He is watching a dog blood love idol drama.

A sentence of "Oh Mo, Oh Mo" came from the video, and Royce wrote chapters all morning, his hands were numb.

"No, you are abusing your power!" Royce was dissatisfied.

Bai Ze said lazily, "Twelve hours."

Royce was very stubborn: "I don't need to reduce the time, I can be locked up for 24 hours, it's better than doing this."

"You don't have the right to choose." Bai Ze held his chin in his hands, his tone was flirtatious and loose.

Royce muttered a few words in dissatisfaction, and when he received the news that his younger brother had obtained the center position, he jumped up suddenly, and the chair passed by with a sharp sound.

Looking at the dancing virgin dragon, Bai Ze sighed deeply.

It turned out to be a younger brother.

The specific position of the central position is sent to all trainees.

The formation was an inverted triangle, with Hu Youyou standing on the tip, with Shen Lan and Xie Jiangting behind.

The other seven A-level trainees moved to the back row one by one.

In order to celebrate Hu Youyou winning the center position, Shen Lan struck while the iron was hot that day and quickly asked his brother to deliver a luxurious meal worth several thousand per person.

Looking at the expensive seafood in the dormitory.

Hu Youyou, who had just reviewed herself, fell into deep thought: "..."