Me and the villain are the best [Quick Transmigration]

24Chapter 24

The brown-haired young man raised his hands motionlessly, and seemed to need more comfort than his client. He deliberately hesitated for a few seconds, before Linguo slowly leaned forward and gave him a hug.

【thanks. 】

The airflow silently brushed past his ears, but Jiang Yang clearly guessed the words spoken by the other party, and his delicate lips rubbed against his ears inadvertently, knowing that this was just Brother Ning's way to "hear clearly", Jiang Yang But still couldn't help but flushed with blood.

Slightly narrowing the tails of his slender eyes, Lingo smirked at an angle that the other party couldn't see.

Molesting the little milk dog or something seems to be quite interesting.

The tip of the nose is the faint fragrance of laundry detergent. From the corner of the eye, you can see Ruyu's neck and earlobes. The distance is too close. Jiang Yang even feels that as long as he puts a little force on that thin waist, the other party will fall into it irresistibly. In his arms.

Surprised by the association in his mind, Jiang Yang patted the young man's back stiffly, not knowing where to put his hands for a moment.

Really, on such a serious occasion, what is going on in my mind?

When he saw it, he put it away, and felt that the other party's breathing was a little messy, Lin Guo restrained his smile and let go of Jiang Yang, and became the God Ning who was so beautiful on the surface again.

【What's wrong?Why is your face so red? ] Picking up the phone and typing a string of words to the other party, Lin Guo watched with satisfaction as the blood on the other party's face rose again.

"It's just a little excited to be embraced by the male god." Covering up the shameful thoughts in his heart, Jiang Yang seemed to change the subject naturally, "About this matter, is there anyone who Ning is suspicious of?"

[Xu Sinian. 】Clearly typed these three words on the phone, and Lin Guo sent the few pushes that had only been popular in the past half an hour to the other party.

"Stand in for the voice, there is another person behind the sound of nature?!"

"99% similarity? Take stock of the mysterious coincidences in the entertainment industry that you don't know about."

"The starlight rookie is rising strongly, aiming at the music god? Xu Sinian, this rookie is not easy."

【He came for me.】 Pointing to his voiceless throat, Lingo continued to write, 【He knows my secret. 】

"How could it be? Could it be that he was Brother Ning, your former friend?" Jiang Yang spoke with difficulty, Jiang Yang didn't know how he felt right now.

I have to say that the male god is really good at covering up this issue. Even he himself has never associated the issue with psychogenic short-term loss of voice. He would rather take a huge risk to suppress this secret. Hiding the past that the other party doesn't want to be known by anyone.

Now that someone like Xu Sinian who clearly knew the inside story suddenly appeared, even though he knew the timing was wrong, Jiang Yang still couldn't help but feel a little bit of jealousy in his heart.

[I don't know him,] Unexpectedly, the young man gave himself a negative answer, [But he dared to expose himself to others so boldly, he must be sure that I can't speak out now. 】

The heartstrings suddenly loosened, Jiang Yang thought for a few seconds, and then asked as not as offensive as possible: "Then how long does this kind of loss of voice usually last?"

A new round of competition has begun, and now the popularity of #宁然伤养# and #徐思年倒声# remains high. Even if Ningran’s fans help to speak, the image of the other party in the eyes of passers-by will still suffer a lot after a long time. damage.

Removing hot searches in public relations rashly is obviously not an advisable bad policy. Now the most straightforward way to solve this matter is to come forward and sing a cappella, live broadcast or press conference, as long as the other party can sing, all of this Difficult problems can be easily solved.

[I don't know,] Shaking his head, the young man typed quietly, [Maybe a day, maybe a month. 】

"Then what can I do to help?" Thinking of the information he secretly checked when cooking, Jiang Yang tentatively put forward a few suggestions, "For example, to make you laugh, or just disappear, leaving you with enough Safe space?"

[No,] As if he didn't know how to express it, the young man's typing speed slowed down, 【You are safe here. 】

【Jiang Yang, thank you for saving me earlier. 】

A lot of things that I was embarrassed to say in person were easily expressed in silent words, and suddenly received such a high evaluation from the male god, Jiang Yang's hand shook, and he almost forgot what he was going to say next.

As if realizing that he was being so hypocritical and abrupt, the young man who had just sent the message long-pressed the text note, and tapped twice very quickly to withdraw it.

Jiang Yang, who hadn't had time to take a screenshot as a souvenir: ...my male god is a little too cute.

[Actually, I have an idea now,] He knocked on the coffee table to recall the other party's thoughts, and the young man continued to ask questions on the phone, [Sister Wang asked me to turn off the phone and not read the comments, and then leave everything to her. 】

[But I don't want to do this. 】

[Because I have been running away for too long, I have been running away since my debut. 】

Looking at a long paragraph of words typed intermittently by the other party on the screen, Jiang Yang suddenly realized that the male god in front of him was even more eye-catching than before. A light that cannot be ignored.

That is the courage to open up the past and face everything.

[Can you lend me the practice room? 】Bending his eyes, the young man showed Jiang Yang a sharp smile for the first time, 【Before seven o'clock tonight, I will definitely be able to sing for you. 】

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In the practice room surrounded by mirrors, two bottles of mineral water were neatly stacked aside. A young man in a white shirt sat on the ground with his guitar in his arms and closed his eyes as if he was humming something.

It should be a nice song, but no matter how the young man's lips open and close, there is still only the melodious and brisk melody of the guitar flowing in the room.

Trying to immerse himself in a state of joy and relaxation, but the only sound that came out of Lin Guo's throat was "ho ho". He couldn't understand the reason for the original owner's illness, so he could only try to open it from various angles. The lock that the other party left in this body.

"Drink some water first," said Lingo, who pushed down a water bottle and rolled towards Lin Guo, who rarely came out to let the wind go. "Maybe the chain missions have added difficulty to the missions, otherwise the original owner's illness shouldn't affect you."

The original owner's loss of voice was an old ailment caused by psychological barriers. If there were no other factors intervening, the other party's illness should have been completely cured the moment Lin Guo crossed.

Drinking water to moisten his throat, Lin Guo also understood the truth that haste makes waste, but since he has made a promise to Jiang Yang, with his character, he must do it on time no matter what.

Once again immersing himself in the music instinct carved into the marrow of the original owner, Lin Guo tried his best to recall the few words about the other party in the original work.

A large part of Ning Ran's psychological shadow is due to his unreliable native family. The original owner's parents were just an ordinary couple who had high expectations for their children. □□Watching the other party practice their voice and piano, the original owner didn't hate music because of this, it can only show that the other party really loves deeply.

The two points and one line in the school piano room made Ning Ran's character gradually become withdrawn. He had no good playmates and was isolated because of his parents' behavior of showing off everywhere. Little Ning Ran began to avoid "performing" in front of everyone.

As long as someone watches him sing and play the piano, he can't help but recall the bullying in his childhood, and the slaps his parents slapped on the back of his hand.

The more you escape, the more you will be hurt. This has gradually become a vicious circle in Ning Ran's life. The original owner once regarded music and fans as the last support in his life, so during this short recovery period of losing his voice, he is always Relying on the happiness brought to him by fans and music, he walked out alone.

But Lin Guo is not like this. Even if he accepts the original owner's life completely, even if the fans who still support him are really kind, Lin Guo, who has experienced thousands of worlds, will not be able to experience true happiness from it.

If happiness is the key that can open the lock, where is the key that belongs to him?

[Perhaps you can think about Yan Bai,] Hearing the sound of the guitar stop, Zero Eleven cautiously switches back to the suggestion of the heart tone, [After all, I think, at least you like him very much. ]

[Or Jiang Yang in this world, don't think I didn't notice, when he suddenly appeared in front of you, your heartbeat accelerated for three seconds. ]

Is it Yan Bai or Jiang Yang?Following Lingo Eleven's suggestion, Lin Guo closed his eyes again, the sound of the guitar came out from under Qian Fen's fingertips again, and various images of the two lifetimes also appeared in Lin Guo's mind.

The first meeting in the glass greenhouse, the warmth of being together until the old age, Jiang Yang's suddenly flushed side face just now, and the lingering sentence "I will find you."

"...Yan Bai." The thin lips parted lightly, and Lin Guo finally spoke again after six hours.

Except for the slight hoarseness brought about by the long trial just now, the voice was still as breathtaking as before. He dug out the throat lozenges that Jiang Yang had given him before in his pocket, and Linguo poured out one and put it in his mouth.

It's sweet, but not greasy.

Putting down the candy and getting up, Linguo straightened her wrinkled clothes, held the guitar and opened the door of the practice room.

"Jiang Yang..."

Before he finished speaking, the brown-haired young man who had been contacting people not far away immediately turned around in surprise, and when he heard his male god call out his name again in that provocative voice, he jumped forward excitedly, giving Give each other a big bear hug.

"Brother Ning, are you alright?"

"Well," surrounded by the warm and youthful aura of Jiang Yang, even if he wanted to reduce the ooc for the score, Lin Guo couldn't help but curl his mouth where the other party couldn't see it.

After 20 seconds, she still hasn't let go. In order not to collapse her precarious personality, Lin Guo had no choice but to reach out and pat him on the shoulder: "Jiang Yang, can you help me prepare an online live broadcast?"

After receiving so much anger back and forth, it was time for him to fight back in an all-round way.