[comprehensive] superior skills

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the students who had endured for half the class all rushed towards the female star who had not forgotten to wear sunglasses in the classroom, leaving behind the expressionless Professor Du.

"The life of a big star is really lively!"

Liu Enya glanced enviously at the new classmate who was signing autographs for fans and participating in other demonstrations, "In conclusion, our Yandou can be regarded as a well-known girl painter, although it is not as good as those who often show up in the showbiz, at least it is not as good as it is." Logged into the "Seoul Daily"."

"There's nothing to brag about in that sort of thing."

Song Ci put the straw hat back on, "It's just a lucky ranking. Compared with those seniors who have won many awards, I still need to continue to work hard."

"Yan Dou, have you thought about how to spend Qiuxi?"

Liu Enya said with a smile: "It's a five-day holiday, do you want to spend the Spring Festival with me? My mother even specially asked me to invite you, because of the dim sum recipe improved by Yan Dou, the business of the coffee shop has improved a lot Woolen cloth."

"If it's for snacks, Enya thanked the wrong person."

Song Ci accompanied his classmates to the bus stop, "That's the idea of ​​a very ingenious girl. If there is a chance in the future, I will introduce you to each other."

"OK then."

Hearing her polite refusal, Liu Enya regretfully took out the coin purse, "I'm leaving first, see you after the festival!"

Smiling at his friend who was still waving at the bus window, Song Ci turned around and rode his bicycle towards the supermarket near the apartment.

As the big day of ancestor worship approaches, many housewives in traditional costumes appear in the market, and many seasonal products are also displayed on the counter.

Song Ci chose some fresh ingredients according to the recipe in memory, and specially picked a bottle of makkolli wine with a very low alcohol content before paying the bill.

Carrying two full pockets, she slowly pushed the car back to the temporary residence, Dazhidong Jincheng Apartment, which was only a few minutes away.

The low-key and luxurious lobby was empty, only a young girl in a straw hat was waiting for the elevator to drop off.

The moment the elevator room opened, a voice came from behind her, "Why don't you speak?"

Song Ci, who was immersed in memories, raised his head, and only then did he see the man who appeared next to him at some unknown time, "You are back."

"Why, can't you hear my question?"

Dou Minjun took the bag in her hand, and asked coldly: "Why didn't you say hello to me when you were in school, did you think I would embarrass you?"

"no."

Standing at the corner of the elevator, Song Ci explained softly: "Because I don't know how to explain the relationship with you to my classmates, and I'm afraid of causing trouble to you, so I pretended not to know each other."

Anyway, she will leave here for at most two years to live elsewhere, as long as the current relationship is maintained.

At least in that way, when we separate in the future, we won't be as sad as when Dr. Han had an accident.

Until now, she couldn't understand why a person with superpowers would die so easily. Even if he was sick and weak, at least he had to meet him before he died.

If she hadn't been far away abroad, she would have used spring water to rescue Dr. Han, even if he became a disabled patient, it doesn't matter, as long as he can accompany the three children to grow up.

Du Minjun looked down at the white rose pinned to the straw hat by the girl, and suddenly asked, "Have you visited my brother again, with those two children?"

"Yes."

Song Ci tried his best to show a smile, "Minxiu and Yuri are also here, and we chatted on the mountain for a while."

"Actually, arrangements were made for those two children when my brother passed away."

Do Min Joon said in a low voice: "I originally wanted to wait until they were completely independent before handing over, but now it seems that these two children can already deal with all kinds of troubles brought by life alone. And the share you deserve, I will also ask Lawyer Zhang to handle it together."

"No need."

Song Ci bit his lip, "I just need to keep the villa in the suburbs. If you want to, you can hand over the rest to Yuri and Minxiu. They need those properties more than I do."

"Can you be alone?"

After a moment of silence, Dou Minjun said disapprovingly: "You are just a college student. Although you now have some survival foundation due to the art competition, you are still too weak compared to people from normal families. I think My brother would also like to see..."

"The elevator is here."

Unwilling to continue talking about this sad topic, Song Ci hurried out, "I'll open the door for you."

Do Min Joon, who was left behind, stared blankly at the girl's thin body and plain dress, and finally let out an inaudible sigh.

"Go back to your room and rest."

Putting on his home clothes, Song Cisong brushed up his messy hair that hung over his shoulders, and said to his cohabitant sitting in the living room reading a newspaper: "I will let you know when dinner is ready."

Dou Minjun asked in response, "I bought so much food, is there anything delicious tonight?"

"There is your favorite chicken, tofu, and a fish."

Song Ci looked at the refrigerator compartment and said, "Can I make another soup? Serve it with side dishes and rice."

Hearing the familiar material, Du Minjun turned his head, "I don't like what you said, except for that fish."

"That's it."

Song Ci covered his forehead in frustration, "Is the barbecue okay? There are fresh Korean beef and pork belly. I will roast a separate one for you."

Dou Minjun didn't answer, just turned around and entered the room, and walked out a few minutes later.

He put a handwritten note on the refrigerator door, "This is the food I like. Compared with eating those tasteless meals every day, I hope that someone will not remember other people's preferences when cooking. gone."

"But, I'm sorry to say that..."

Song Ci lowered his head in embarrassment, "Isn't it because of your family inheritance that you can't eat salty food? Every time you accidentally eat too much, you will get sick."

"So what?"

Dou Minjun raised his hand and pressed the refrigerator door, staring closely at the girl who had grown a lot over the years, "I already eat so lightly, why can't I choose some food I like? Feeling sick for the food I like It is the same?"

"Okay, I'll pay attention."

Song Ci, who knew he was wrong, could only admit his mistake obediently, put on his apron, "Please go out first, the food will be ready soon."

Human habits are really a terrible thing. Although she reminds herself to pay attention to the preferences of her cohabitants every day, every time she chooses food, she can't help but pick up the ingredients that Dr. Han and Minxiu prefer.

"It's only been six years."

Smelling the aroma of the food gradually, Song Ci cheered himself up silently: "As long as you live in another place for a longer time, you should be able to forget all of this soon."

She is someone who can forget about thousands of years, so how could she be defeated by these short six years.

For dinner, two unrelated cohabitants sat across the long table, strictly following the ancient oriental etiquette of not talking when eating or sleeping.

Song Ci carefully avoided the other pair of chopsticks, trying to eliminate the green vegetables and tofu that caused the other party's dissatisfaction.

"Are you vegetarian?"

In the middle of eating, Du Minjun suddenly picked up a piece of barbecue and put it in her bowl, "You are as thin as a paper man, and the clothes you wear are also outrageous. Do you want others to think that I am abusing you?"

"I eat supper every day, and I often eat ginseng chicken soup at school, but my weight seems to be fixed."

Not knowing why the other party was angry again, Song Ci said weakly: "If you wear something simple, you are afraid of getting paint on it and making it difficult to clean. It's not intentional to make people misunderstand. It won't be like this outside of school."

Her ring still contains precious clothing materials collected over the ages, and even the luxurious dress prepared by Empress Liu is hung in the closet, and any one taken out will surpass the high-end customization of any luxury brand in the world.

But what's the point of dressing like a peacock every day? She's not a celebrity, and the original owner is also a girl who is easy to satisfy.

She is too low-key and doesn't like to dress up, which is one of the reasons why she has a star-like face and can spend two years of campus life in peace.

Now being picked on by the cohabitants, Song Ci suddenly wondered if he really should move out as soon as Minxiu said.

If Dr. Han had made a request to her, she might have secretly summed up her shortcomings after talking back, but it felt much more complicated to do it with a stranger with a similar face.

"After the Chuseok holiday is over, let's find an opportunity to move back to the suburbs. If you offend the other party, then prepare another start-up fund for Minxiu and Yuri."

Song Ci, who had made a decision in his heart, did not bother with the cohabitants who were hesitant to talk, and returned to the bedroom to do homework after cleaning up the dishes as usual.

I thought that this night would be passed peacefully as usual, but unexpectedly, I received a text message before going to bed.

"Your Highness, I am Rose."

Song Ci smiled and read out the text message, "Of course I know it's you, because this phone number only has one person's contact information."

"Today I have something very important to share with you. Because my debut single won the Newcomer Award at the Seoul Music Awards, the company finally decided to hold a solo concert for me at the end of the year. As of today, I also I feel that I am finally qualified to stand in front of you and express my gratitude to you that has been hidden in my heart for many years. If you are willing to meet me, please attend Senior Lu Suying’s wedding on the eve of Chuseok, okay? A rose. You don’t need to do anything special, and you don’t have to reply to text messages. All the answers will be revealed on the eve of Qiuxi.”

Song Ci looked at the last sentence of almost fleeing with a smile, "Obviously you are asking me, why do you act like you have no confidence."

Since those years when Princess Han was guided anonymously to pass the brokerage company's assessment, the other party somehow recognized her as a senior with a lot of experience, and now even the meeting place was set at the entertainment star's wedding banquet.

"Are we going or not?"

Looking at the bright moon in the sky with his hands on his cheeks, Song Ci said annoyedly, "I can't say that the little prince has returned to the stars, right?"

Besides, if the other party knew that the benefactor he was thinking of was just a college student, would he be disappointed?

"It would be great if uncle was here, at least there is someone to discuss with."

Thinking of Dr. Han lying in the valley, Song Ci was in no mood to care about Qiuxi's date, "Oh, I want to drink every day. If Yuri and Minxiu knew that I was stealing alcohol, they would be shocked. Let's jump."

She quietly dimmed the desk lamp, and walked down the stairs to the kitchen to get some side dishes from the refrigerator, most importantly the bottle of makgeolli.

"It's so mixed up that you can even get drunk from drinking rice wine."

Song Ci complained about the original owner's physique while looking for the liquid drink in the refrigerator, but he couldn't find the green bottle.

"No, it's obviously placed here, and I saw it when I was cooking."

There was no wine to be found, and side dishes were unnecessary.

Song Ci, who returned empty-handed, could only go back to his room in disappointment, but when he passed by the cohabitant's room, he did not give up and eavesdropped closely.

"Could it be that someone hid it, or that Professor Du also likes to drink rice wine?"

She thought she had discovered another hobby of her cohabitant, but unfortunately, she only heard a suppressed and painful moan when she pricked up her ears.

"Is it sick again, or is it from eating too much barbecue sauce?"

Song Ci hastily pushed the door open and entered, and sure enough, he saw the uncomfortable look of the cohabitant with sweat on his head.

She ran to the bed and touched the man's hot forehead, and exclaimed: "This temperature has already surpassed the limit of human beings!"

Although the relationship in the past two years has not been harmonious, for Dr. Han's sake, Song Ci still gave the cohabitant a health-preserving pill.

"Knowing that I'm not in good health, I still want to be self-willed. This is very similar to Uncle!"

She put an ice pack on the patient's forehead and carefully wiped off the sweat on his face, "Don't worry, everything will be fine soon."

How can a pill that can cure even a doctor Han with superpowers be troubled by ordinary people's illnesses?

"They look alike too..."

Song Ci stayed at the head of the bed, quietly looking at the side faces of the cohabitants, and those Liu Hai who were soaked in sweat, "If you comb your hair up, it will look more similar."

She gently pushed aside the broken hair on the man's forehead, and called softly: "Han Xili, Han Xijin? Actually, I want to say thank you to you more than roses."

Thank you for taking care of nine-year-old Yandou, and thank you for taking in those three helpless children.

Although you did not grow up with us as promised, but still thank you for appearing in our life.

In the dead of night, a confession softer than breathing sounded in the dark room, "Thank you, Han Xijin..."

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: Is it that easy to be a qualified pretender, Mr. Alien?

Little innocence from the stars, what ah~~