God of danger

What Liu Yan said is correct, if you have nothing to do, don’t play with fire casually.

Guan Jie played with the rope firecrackers that can be seen everywhere on the roadside when he was young, and the sparks did not know how many padded jackets were splashed, and he had only learned it for a year or so, Lu Rongxing felt that he might not know, but Guan Jie had the final say on what to do. .

"He's in the classroom of their chemistry class," Lu Rongxing confessed. "If you want to find him, I'll call you later when I pass by. I'll give him the phone and you can tell him."

Brother Liu Bai patted him on the back nicely: "Okay, thanks."

Lu Rongxing smiled, didn't answer the question, and said doubtfully, "What kind of effect are you planning to create with fire?"

"At the end of the show, when you tune in here, shouldn't we kneel and lie down?" Liu Bai said with a smile, "The stage teacher means that it is best to start a fire on the stage, so that it will be more Like a defeated battlefield, it can also ignite the atmosphere."

When he said that, Lu Rongxing made sense in his heart. It was the same as setting off fireworks at the end of the concert. He nodded and said, "Then wait for my call."

Liu Bai responded, walked to the floor by the wall and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, Sun Yuchen came in from the outside, followed by a boy whom Lu Rongxing didn't know.

The boy was a little over 1.7 meters tall, and his skin was fairer than Liu Yan. With this skin color as a basis, he would not be ugly with ordinary facial features, not to mention that he should be pretty cute.

But when Lu Rongxing saw him, he felt a little strange.

Both Liu Bai and Sun Yuchen are gay, but if you don't know each other, you can't tell the difference between them and other boys when you meet by chance.

But this boy is different, he has a sense of tenderness that is exposed, his steps are small and light, he has a posture that he can't let go when he walks, and he speaks softly.

Seeing him coming in, Lu Rongxing glanced into the room, reached out and grabbed Sun Yuchen's arm, and sighed with a smile: "Wow, the classroom you rehearse in is so big, the acting school is rich."

Sun Yuchen saw Liu Bai looking over from the corner of his eye, but he didn't look back, as if he didn't see this idler, he turned his head to the other side, and started talking to the person he brought with him.

"Having a bigger classroom means being rich? Say you're a bumpkin and you still don't admit it."

Butter Brother pinched the tip of his nose with his hand, and actually "hummed": "You are stupid."

The two of them went to the place where the drums were placed, chattering. You lowered your head and I looked at you. Lu Rongxing could tell that the two of them were probably flirting.

More than two months ago, Sun Yuchen was still getting drunk for love, but after a quarter passed, he had a new partner.

Although the essence of free love is freedom, but from the standpoint of a stone man like Lu Rongxing who has been enlightened for thousands of years, he always feels that the origin and fall are too fast, and there is something to cherish.

Lu Rongxing looked at Liu Bai in a casual manner, and found that his legs were crossed, his line of sight was a little later than his own, and he had just returned from Sun Yuchen's side, and then matched himself.

He didn't look embarrassed, his eyes didn't flicker or avoid, his expression was still the same, and his reaction was similar to that of a passerby.

Lu Rongxing felt that he was indeed a bit strong psychologically, and seeing Sun Yuchen and his new friend leaning on the piano bench, he simply walked over to Liu Bai and sat down.

Liu Bai asked knowingly, "Why don't you go to practice the piano, why are you sitting here?"

Lu Rongxing bent his right leg, put his arm on it, and said honestly, "I don't really like being a light bulb. I'll go there after you start."

Liu Bai said: "Threesomes will have light bulbs. This is a public classroom. You used the wrong word."

Lu Rongxing didn't expect him to be so strict, so he laughed irrefutablely: "It makes sense, but I still don't want to go there."

Liu Bai flattened his right hand and swiped it from left to right in front of his face, which means that the uncle is welcome.

While the two were chatting, Maozi and Juren walked through the classroom to Sun Yuchen's side, and the four of them huddled together and chatted and laughed.

3/4 of this scene was familiar. As a bystander, Lu Rongxing was somewhat embarrassed.

Liu Bai, however, took it very seriously. From his parents, himself, and everyone he knew around him, he had never seen a love that could be called "love you forever", so he didn't believe it either.

People are fickle species, including himself, he will not speculate on Sun Yuchen's intention to bring a new boyfriend over, what does it have to do with him?

No.

An hour later, Lu Rongxing came to a conclusion that Sun Yuchen's new partner had a very different personality from Liu Tiantian.

This creamy guy likes to praise people very much, and during the short time when Lu Rongxing and Sun Yuchen cooperated, they both received a lot of compliments by the way.

All kinds of awesomeness, handsomeness and applause, although it is a good thing to be praised, and Sun Yuchen was refreshed by the praise, but Lu Rongxing was a little embarrassed that he didn't show it. He knew how much he weighed.

After leaving the practice room, he went to the science building to find Guan Jie.

When Guan Jie heard that Liu Bai asked him about combustibles, he immediately looked like a dog.

"There are a lot of things that burn quickly." Guan Jie thought for a while, and said awkwardly, "Nitrocellulose, acetone, alcohol, etc., but they are either poisonous or explosive. They are all dangerous, so don't touch them."

Lu Rongxing understood the reason why Liu Fan didn't help her brother, and he didn't allow Guan Jie to jump into the fire. He took out his mobile phone and said, "Forget about the danger, don't think about it, just tell him there is no such thing."

Guan Jie dialed the number and immediately hung up again. Feeling that the help was a bit perfunctory, he took Lu Rongxing's phone and ran away: "I'll ask the coach."

After all, it is a man who claims to have walked more than the NaCl they absorbed.

Brother Ming is indeed a well-informed old ginger, and he gave a seemingly feasible suggestion: "The fire that burns fast and extinguishes quickly, and it needs to be used on the stage, seems to be called... cold fireworks. .”

At this time, stage lighting has not yet formed a professional classification, and it is only used in big cities and in the process of shooting TV.

"I haven't seen this stuff before. I just read technical papers. It said it was a high-tech pyrotechnic product. It was cold light and smokeless. Looking at its characteristics, I guess it was made of metal powder with a low ignition point."

Guan Jie said expectantly, "Will you be worthy, coach?"

"It's said to be high-tech. If I can match it," Old Ming said cheerfully, "I'll still be teaching you chemistry here? I count money at home with my legs crossed every day."

"You don't know how to count, you can say," Guan Jie raised his chin and imitated him with narrowed eyes, "Come here, Yuan Jin, and count this money for me."

Old Ming felt that he was beating around the bush and saying that he was lazy, so he raised his hand to hit him, and cursed in his mouth, "You little bastard."

Guan Jie listened to his words, jumped one meter away like a rabbit, and continued to ask shamelessly from a safe distance: "So where can I get the cold fireworks? Are they available in the pharmacy store?"

"No need to sell it," Old Brother Ming didn't get angry with him because of a joke, and said as if nothing happened, "You ask your friend to go to that kind of large-scale fireworks factory to ask, it depends on his luck. "

"Understood," Guan Jie smiled and bowed, "Thank you coach."

Lu Rongxing came so many times that the bosses already knew him. During the time when Guan Jie was out, he was chatting with Lu Rongxing while doing experiments.

"Liu Yan is in your class, right?" He said, "She is okay in chemistry, why did she choose liberal arts?"

Lu Rongxing's answer was impeccable: "Because her liberal arts are also quite good."

The boss has never paid attention to the list of the liberal arts class. He accepted it with an "oh" and his thoughts were very jumpy: "Why do you wait for Guan Jie to go home with you every week? Don't you think it's a waste of time to wait so long?" ?"

What is wasting time, spending time doing meaningless things?If yes, what can be called meaningful?

The diversity of sentient beings means that there is no universal standard for this issue.

"I don't think so," Lu Rongxing said flatly, "Because Guan Jie is waiting for me."

And I asked him before, Guan Jie said he was willing to wait, then Lu Rongxing was willing to let him wait.

As for the time, he has never felt that waiting is a difficult thing, and he believes that Guan Jie is similar, otherwise they would not have walked together for so long.

The boss thought to himself that Guan Jie was wasting his time.

Guan Jie, who wasted his time, didn't think much about it, and immediately walked in from the outside, smiling at Lu Rongxing for an OK.

The mobile phone was in his hand, but he had to run to tell Lu Rongxing first, among the thousands of manifestations of secret love, sharing it with the other party at the first time is also a small item that is unknown.

"That's right," Guan Jie said, leaning over, "The coach said something, it seems to be a kind of fireworks, called cold fireworks."

Most of the things in their subjects are very unfamiliar to Lu Rongxing, and they can only be regarded as one hundred thousand why: "What is cold firework?"

Guan Jie was actually not very clear about it, so he babbled nonsense: "It should be a kind of fire with a relatively low flame core temperature. The fire is real, but it's not hot. It's only [-], [-] or [-] degrees."

The knowledgeable boss interjected: "Dip a little acetone on a cotton ball, and what come out is the cold fireworks you mentioned?"

Guan Jie looked at him in a blink of an eye, with a cute expression on his face: "I don't know, I've never ordered cotton balls dipped in acetone."

In the high-level realm of the boss, theoretical chemistry must be combined with practice to have a way out. A mysterious and wretched smile appeared on his face, and his eyes drifted covetously to the medicine cabinet behind him.

He lowered his voice and said, "I ordered it, and it was quite fun, would you like a lump?"

Guan Jie shook his head obediently, with the phrase "take it for yourself without asking" lingering in his consciousness.

"Cut, are you cowardly?" The boss suddenly became interested in performing magic tricks, left the console and walked into the aisle, "No matter the dose, you are playing hooligans. There is nothing to be afraid of being hooligans."

Guan Jie reminded him friendly: "Be careful of the coach who cuts you."

The boss has already been peeled, and he has the aura of a trump card. Brother Ming was much gentler when he peeled him than he was with Guan Jie, which made him feel a little bit confident.

He took out a sealed bottle containing low-concentration acetone from the medicine cabinet, sucked up a tube of the solution with a pipette, then grabbed a ball of cotton the size of a quail egg from the drawer, and stretched it back into the sink to moisten his hands. rubbed.

After rubbing, he dried his hands, grabbed a lighter and lit the wet cotton ball.

A yellow flame about ten centimeters high shot up from the cotton ball in the palm of his hand. The center of the flame was a thin layer of faint blue, and the boss held it in his hand without changing his expression.

Guan Jie propped his face and said, "Is it hot?"

The boss came over and threw the fireball in his hand: "You will know if you feel it yourself."

Guan Jie still climbed the fire instinctively, wrinkled his face and flinched a little, tried to hide with his hands and held back, and only after holding the fireball did he feel that it was really not very hot, it seemed to be only fifty or sixty degrees, and he couldn't help but feel the heat in Lu Rong's eyes. There was a circle in front of Xing's eyes.

When the hand passed in front of this person, such a small amount was actually not a big problem, but he still said: "Don't inhale it."

Lu Rongxing held his breath obediently. Seeing his calm face, he thought the fire was really not warm, so he stretched out his hand immediately, wanting to touch it.

Guan Jie saw his hands approaching the flames, and quickly let go of the hands that supported his face and let him grab them, reminding him: "Don't touch the flames, it's still hot, the blue part is not hot, come here."

He let go of his hand, wiped Lu Rongxing's fingers and stepped back a bit, pinched the opponent's fingertips, and while turning his hand over, slowly pressed it to a height not far from the table.

Lu Rongxing watched him throw the fireball on the table smoothly, stretched out his thumb and index finger together, pinched the lower part of the fireball, caught it and put it in his palm.

Unlike the feeling of a normal flame, it is indeed not hot, just a little hot.

Lu Rongxing turned his palm left and right, looking at this small fireball with rising flames, he felt a subtle sense of subversion of the routine that he stuck to.

There are countless interesting and novel things in the world, such as this ball of fire that can be held by hand, and the premise of touching it is to have a pass first.

Lu Rongxing glanced at him through the flames, Guan Jie didn't look at him, he was looking at the fire, his brows relaxed and smiling, beyond the trembling flames and the air distorted by the heat radiation, he seemed to be far away.

Although the temperature close to 60 degrees will not strongly stimulate the nerves, but staying in the same place for a long time gradually gave Lu Rongxing a "hot" impression.

Lu Rongxing raised his eyes to look at Guan Jie, because he didn't understand, he didn't dare to act rashly: "It's a little hot, what should I do?"

Guan Jie repeated the old trick, stretching out the fleshy pliers made of fingers, pressed against his palm and moved it back to his own hand, pretending to say: "Do you want to practice qigong for you?"

According to Lu Rongxing's knowledge, the only qigong he knows should be farting.

But Guan Jie probably didn't want to fart for him to admire now, Lu Rongxing said with a little expectation: "Yes."

Guan Jiegong hadn't practiced yet, and his smile showed signs of collapse first. He held back his smile and said, "Ha!"

Other qigong masters "ha" are all for the purpose of deterring or accumulating energy, but it will change when it comes to him.

Seeing him laughing endlessly, Lu Rongxing laughed wildly, and kneaded his fingers quickly while laughing, making the fire quickly disappear in the palm of his hand.

The last time it was the golden rain, this time it was to put out the fire with bare hands. It seems that he has mastered more and more acrobatics.

Lu Rongxing nodded and praised him like a supporter: "High and strong, so strong that I have six points of admiration for you."

What the hell is six o'clock? Guan Jie couldn't help laughing, patted the table and stood up: "You look in the mirror and then admire me, get up and wash your hands, and leave after washing."