[Zhongyingmei] After being mistaken for 108 times, I am with the master

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"Mr. Wayne, why did you suddenly come to New York to participate in an event? I remember that you rarely stepped out of your own city before."

"Mr. Wayne, what do you think of New York and Gotham..."

"Mr. Wayne..."

Various questions were thrown out one after another, and the reporters with recording pens or cameras squeezed forward desperately, for fear that the interviewees would not notice them.Those who were left behind were unwilling to be outdone, as if they wanted to drag the person in front of them back.

Salander was also huddling among the crowd, but he was heading in a different direction from most of them.

After confirming that the road was completely blocked by Bruce Wayne and the crowd who came because of it, Salander's first thought was to turn around and change the road.But soon, he found that this idea was not realistic: the other road was five times longer than the one he was taking now!

After a brief hesitation, Salander cast his gaze to the back half of the crowd.There are not many people there, but it is much better than the front where the per capita distance is zero.

If you can use it as a breakthrough to cross the crowd, everything will become easier - this is what he thought at the time.

But now, Salander, who really entered the crowd, wanted to strangle himself a few minutes ago.Breach?easy?All false illusions!After the lamb took the initiative to get into the fire pit, the peaceful appearance finally took the initiative to crack a hole.

He was restricted in a very small space for activities by the people in the front, back, left and right, and could only follow the flow of people resignedly. The originally planned "crossing" gradually evolved into a "diagonal crossing".

This is not a big problem, just wear it diagonally, if you can wear it, it will be considered a success.However, for some reason, he was pushed to the middle of the front row by the flow of people.

Salander could only watch helplessly as fewer and fewer people stood in front of him. In the end, he could even glimpse the face of the protagonist of the press conference.

Bruce Wayne stood in the most conspicuous place, answering various questions in an ambiguous and casual tone.Obviously those words were not said, but the people around Salander kept cheering.

Perhaps, these people don't care what this man is talking about at all, all they need is his handsome face and a particularly resounding name.

It's a pity that the appeal of these two things to Salander at this time is really too limited.Yes, he would think of the benefits of being "Bruce Wayne" only when he was in trouble.

"I'm planning to go out from here, can I change places with you?"

He turned his head and tried to negotiate with someone on the fringes, but he accidentally found a wasp.

The wasp circled and circled in the air, and its flight trajectory was extremely stable.It's not like being disoriented, but rather like being attracted by something.

There are not many things that can attract the wasp's attention, and it is very easy to eliminate.However, the wasp did not give Salander time.

When it circled to the fifth lap, it changed direction as if it had finally confirmed something.The dark brown wings suddenly accelerated their vibration frequency, and the sudden change of angle allowed Salander to clearly see the strange tattoos flashing under the opponent's wings.

"Hey, that one over there, do you want to change your position?" The person who was questioned by Salander yelled loudly. Seeing that he didn't answer, he stretched out his hand and tugged at the fabric on his shoulder.

Salander ignored him and followed the wasp with his eyes.It was as fast as an arrow, and the poisoned tip pointed directly at Bruce Wayne who was still talking about something with the female reporter.

The poor richest man in Gotham didn't notice the imminent danger at all, and even deliberately raised his hand to lift up the hair hanging from his forehead, exposing more of his face to the poisonous sting of the wasp.His Adam's apple was rolling, sexy and... snotty.

——Bruce Wayne is really just as rumored, he is a worthless rich man.

Seeing that the wasp was about to touch the side of Bruce Wayne's neck, Salander took a few steps forward, and the hand of the person beside him holding the cloth on his shoulder was also roughly slapped away.

The man who was treated roughly looked at his reddened back of his hand and growled dissatisfied, "It's fine if you don't want to change it, why did you beat someone?! It's not me who repented temporarily!!!"

Salander squeezed forward among the crowd, unwilling to let go of any chance that allowed him to move forward.

Perhaps it was because of the wasp's urging talisman hanging in front of him, his speed this time was much faster than when he crossed diagonally before, and he used almost all available means.The level of desperation even caused the eyes of the reporters around who were still trying to rush forward to widen.

The bony hands stretched out in front of him, and the dark and slender belly of the insect was squeezed between the fingertips.

—Finally caught up.

Raising his arm to push aside the messy hair, Salander breathed a sigh of relief.He thought this was the end of a small exciting incident, but he didn't count it as the beginning of another trouble.

"Hey, boy! What are you doing?! How many times have I said, stay where you are supposed to be, liking Mr. Wayne doesn't mean you have to lose all your self-cultivation! Now, go back to your fan zone! "

A tall man rushed over, he was probably a security guard based on his clothes.

In order to better distinguish the identities of the onlookers, the press conference has already assigned clear positions to all kinds of people.And the place where Salander is standing right now is right in front of the fan area....As long as he was willing to turn his head, he could see the admirers who were grabbing the fence and stretching their necks, trying to attract Bruce Wayne's attention in various ways.

This status quo is not deliberately contributed by Salander.Who cares what zone they're in when they're traveling fast forward?It must be where it is relatively loose and there is room for advancement, so drill there!

Hiding the hand holding the wasp behind his back, Salander showed an absolutely perfect apologetic smile at the security personnel, and an excuse to leave was brewing in his throat - he always knew how to use his well-behaved look skin.

Although today's trip was full of surprises, he still had unexpected gains.The hardships of squeezing through the crowd are exchanged for a wasp that is suspected to be related to the incident in Spider-Man's mouth... Barely, neither loss nor profit.

Just at this time--

"I think such a warm little sweetheart deserves better treatment."

A deep male voice sounded from the ears, followed by a very light but aggressive cologne smell.Bruce Wayne took advantage of his height to look down at Salander, his voice was melodious, and his steel blue eyes were like waves in the Aegean Sea.

It has to be said that this man does have the capital to make countless people fall in love with him.

But Salander was not moved by this, and his heartbeat didn't even speed up by a single point—he was too familiar with the other party.

When he first started playing Bruce Wayne, Salander was not yet proficient in his business.In order to avoid being exposed by others on the spot, he had to put on a full set of equipment and practice his expressions and pronunciation in front of the mirror.He knew every expression of the face and what kind of voice the other person liked to use to flirt.

The first time he saw "Bruce Wayne" in the mirror "flirting" with himself, Salander felt unnatural for a while, but over time, he has no feeling for it.

Now, looking at Bruce Wayne, Salander has subconsciously regarded him as himself in the mirror.He watched the other party approach step by step, watched the other party hold his arm hanging by his side, and then listened to the other party speak slowly——

"Look what I found? Is that a wasp in your hand?"

!!!

The fingers pinching the hornet tightened subconsciously. At this moment, Salander heard his own heartbeat suddenly intensified.

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The author has something to say:

Thanks to Sebastian Stan and the soul of the big blue bird for throwing 1 mine~Thanks to Huaige for throwing 2 mines~

Originally, I wanted to set a thank you range from February to April, but because of the time limit, I couldn’t handle it, so I typed it out by hand.

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感谢在2021-02-1923:51:55~2021-02-2223:56:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 30 bottles of Qingtuan; 2333320 bottles of warm and cold; 1 bottle of Yuangui;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!