Chapter 9:

Chapter 9:

     

    The first is an advanced acting class.

    Idols from the idol training academy often become idols when they are young, and then switch careers to become actors when their age is not suitable.

    Acting skills are a way to prepare for this time, so many students come to the class every year.

    But Xing Dou actually knew that for him, the acting class had lost its role in this regard.

    As a character in the game, he will never change with the time of the outside world, or in other words, it is impossible for them to appear other than idols in the plot.

    After countless springs and autumns in a higher dimension, there may be countless people who grow and change, but only they remain unchanged.

    In any case, they will be forever young and forever idols left in the memory of others.

    Xingdou came to the acting class, mainly to exercise his ability to control his expressions. When a large concert breaks down, when a person sings the wrong melody, when he accidentally makes a fool of himself on a variety show, there are still many unexpected situations that require acting skills to cover up the past.

    In the dream, he also seemed to have taken an acting class, but that was just a flashy memory. Not to mention how much he can recall, without professional training, he can't suddenly increase the level like inheriting the experience points in the game.

    He just got a memory, but he didn't get the ability in that memory. Everything has to start from scratch.

    If it suddenly becomes too powerful, Xingdou may even suspect that he is still in a dream, and he has obtained the powerful golden finger of the protagonist, but it is like stepping on the clouds, very illusory, and it will be at any time. Fear of falling into the sky.

    Step by step towards his goal, Xingdou felt more at ease.

    There are three teachers who teach acting classes every week, taking turns to teach, and the assignments are also submitted separately.

    The teacher that Xingdou met this time was not Feng Xuesong, but a senior who also had a prominent reputation in the industry. Since he was in his teens, he has acted in dramas for more than 30 years. The characters are all experienced, the lectures are fun, and the people are the gentleman type.

    He probably understood the nature of the first two weeks. This senior tried his best to make the course easy to understand, so that the new students could understand.

    Coincidentally, Yang Yu also appeared in the class, and he sat in the back to the right, so it could be seen that he didn't want to be seen by the teacher. But the appearance that surpassed the surrounding area by a large margin made him very prominent, and it was difficult not to notice.

    Xing Dou felt that he had nothing to communicate with him, so he resolutely sat in the front position and stayed away from him, ready to listen to the class carefully, ignoring this guy who was being paid attention to by others.

    After listening to this class carefully, he felt that he had benefited a lot, and without hesitation, he arranged the acting class into the class schedule.

    The only thing that was a little strange was that throughout the class, there seemed to be subtle resentment eyes lingering on him, but when he turned around, he saw nothing, only the innocent expression on the back table.

    So Xingdou thought it was an illusion and didn't care much.

    After this get out of class, he followed the navigation, went back to the dormitory to get his violin, and then went straight to the violin classroom.

    Xingdou has studied the violin for six years, but that was a long time ago. After entering the growth period, his hobbies changed. He no longer focused on the violin, but tried more thing. Over time, he naturally reduced the time to practice the violin.

    From eight hours a day to half an hour a day, in just one month.

    In the end, with the aggravation of studies, the violin has also become a symbol and commemoration of the past.

    This time, Xingdou just wanted to try to pick up the hobby of the past, improve his understanding of music theory, and get a way to relax by the way.

    But it turns out that after slacking off for so long, when you pick up the strings again, you can never be as skilled as you used to be.

    Standing in front of the sheet music, the black-haired and green-eyed youth put the piano frame on his left shoulder, tilted his head slightly, lowered his eyelashes, and moved the strings lightly, as if he could make a beautiful sound in the next second.

    The "creak" unexpectedly turned into an unpleasant noise like cutting wood.

    There are faint laughter of beginners around, accompanied by curious and inquiring eyes, even the teacher casts concerned eyes, obviously saying: Do you need help?

    Xing Dou put down the qin expressionlessly, quickly pulled up the hood, covered the roots of the red ears, and gritted his teeth in his heart - since that was the case, he had to try it!

    A teenager who is very stubborn in some respects added the violin to the curriculum.

    The rest of the courses, Star Dou has not decided yet.

    He patiently experienced it in lyrics and composition, jazz dance, ballet, Rap and other courses, and always felt that he was in a dispensable mood, not annoying, but neither too much interest.

    In order to change her mood from the anxiety of choosing a course as soon as possible, Xingdou decided to go out and change the strings.

    The reason why it made such a strange sound last time must be the aging of the strings, it must be!

    The good-natured boy gave an explanation that he could accept.

    Idol Academy itself is located in the prosperous circle of the city. After leaving the academy, you can easily find various shopping malls and shops.

    Xingdou is going to a classic repair shop this time. The craftsmanship is very good and the price is fair. But the former store manager didn't like too noisy environment, nor did he like places with too many people, so he opened it in a relatively remote place.

    The current store manager is a relative of the former, following the habit, not moving to a better place, still in a sparsely populated alley.

    Thankfully this era is not limited to space, this store can take orders from the Internet, trade offline, and maintain its own business.

    Xingdou got off the hover car, and while following the navigation given by the route, he felt that it was really difficult to understand the stubborn craftsman.

    Anyway, in this era, there are still places where the navigation circles to the point of dizziness, and it is too remote.

    How much do you want to be disturbed...

    Just as he was hesitating at a fork in the road, a strange voice rustled from the left side, as if he was throwing something heavy, "bang bang" .

    "...Silly...!" But if you listen carefully, it seems to be a human voice, and the tone is quite bad.

    Cracking glass and screeching noises followed.

    Xingdou frowned, thinking of something, looked up and found that this is an unmonitored area.

    In the last era, some people insisted on the privacy of private houses and private spaces, so they refused the monitoring provided by the government, and also refused convenient transportation, and lived in isolation in some special areas .

    This place seems to be left over from the previous era, no wonder the route is so difficult.

    Places like this are indeed an excellent resting place for people who don't want to be disturbed, but at the same time they have become a gray area for some people to do things that trample on the edge of the law.

     This is the first time that Xingdou has encountered such a thing. Even if he has seen similar news reports before, he never thought that he would bump into the scene again.

    According to the content of the Citizenship Code, you should call the police in time at this moment, and then wait for rescue and help.

    You can…

    He glanced at the winding alley behind him, remembered the rescue center some distance away, opened the virtual screen, and sighed.

    …

    Wen Lun lowered her head and crossed her hands to block her face to avoid scratching her cheeks.

    However, in this way, he could not protect the softer parts, and he hit a few feet on his stomach, legs, and waist, and the severe pain spread instantly.

    Such a pain that ordinary people would definitely scream in agony, but he didn't seem to feel it, so he didn't say a word.

    The people in front of him looked at him like this, and the arrogance became even more arrogant, cursing loudly: "You little bastard, don't think that you can be on an equal footing with us if you are taken in, I tell you, you are a A fool's **** is only worthy of living in a **** heap!"

    The other two laughed wildly, punching and kicking harder.

    Straight to the leader.

    In those two-way indifferent eyes, there was a mad killing intent.

    Frightened by this look and his sudden action, the leader was not able to dodge in time, but he was not stabbed to the point, but left a long mark on his arm, which quickly penetrated Bleeding.

    "Ah!" The uninjured man screamed, and immediately glared at him fiercely, "You, you rubbish, how dare you hurt me!"

     Needless to say, the two friends who were used to doing this kind of thing quickly snatched the things from Wen Lun's hand, and directly pressed the person into the corner and beat him.

    The person who remembered to protect his face didn't care now, he spat a mouthful of blood and looked at his titular brother with murderous eyes: "You don't deserve it. Talk to her!"

    After speaking, she was punched again, her face shrunk in pain.

    Wen Lun gasped as she listened to the three scumbags saying nonsense: "It's just a lucky orphan, he really treats himself as something!"

    "If it wasn't for the kindness of Brother Chu's family, do you think you could live to this day?"

    "If I can give you something to eat, I should kneel down and thank you!"

    He didn't bother to argue with these guys at all. Indeed, this person's previous generation was kind to his mother and gave them home and clothes for their mother and son who were helpless at that time.

    But they are not ungrateful people, they are like servants on call all these years.

    However, these people got used to their posture, not only calling him wanton after the death of his mother, and even punching and kicking him with some completely unfounded things.

    If it weren't for the place he dreamed of asking for a clean household registration…

    If he hadn't reached the age, the household registration would be forced to hang in the name of this family...

    Wen Lun's eyes suddenly sharpened, and the shards of glass that he secretly took at hand seemed to be hot, and he couldn't wait to stab something.

    He has endured for so long, and he can't fall short here.

    But if you do nothing, how can you be worthy of your mother?

      Seduce others like a shameless mother, let's just help him draw flowers, no need to worry anymore hahahaha!"

    The beast trapped in his heart finally broke through the cage and roared hoarsely, driving him to stand up slowly.

    Wen Lun knew very well that this time he might really lose everything.

    What you want, you have to change to get it.

    After all, no one will let someone like him be redeemed - a man who is about to kill his brother.

    He bowed his head, as if he had been "lesson" many times in the past, brushed past them and prepared to leave.

    The impatient "brother" rudely pulled up his clothes, and he said maliciously: "Didn't you hear what we just said? You still want to leave just like that? You..."

    This is an opportunity.

    The eyes hidden by the long hair stared at the neck that was close at hand, the glass pieces hidden in the hands were hidden in the sleeves, and the cold and extreme killing intent slowly appeared.

    As long as the knife goes down, this unsightly guy will no longer be able to say these ugly words.

    He can no longer pursue his dream.

    As long as a knife...

    Wen Lun's eyes gradually became dull, as if he raised his hand casually, and inadvertently rubbed the neck of the person in front of him.

    A terrifying cold light appeared at his fingertips.

    This way, everything is…

     

    I turned around and saw a uniformed patrolman.

     

    Although I don't understand why the seldom-appeared patrolmen would appear at such a time, the panic of being discovered when they made a mistake made the three of them confused for a while.

    "No, nothing, let's just watch the fun, this person just fell down by himself." One of them made up a reason and showed a pleasing smile.

    "Really?" The patrolman asked suspiciously, "But I don't think he was injured so easily?"

    "Nothing. It's just that the distance is a little far away. You're wrong, why don't you take a closer look?" "Brother" said this while winking at Wen Lun.

    This is meant to hold him back.

    Wen Lun was silent, listening to the approaching footsteps, not wanting to do anything.

    Lost the best time and now he's tired.

    "It seems to be a fall..." The patrolman looked at him and muttered.

    "Right, right. Then we should be fine, can we leave?"

    "Yeah." The patrolman seemed to find no reason and nodded in agreement.

    As soon as they finished speaking, the three of them ran away without looking back, for fear of being caught again.

    In fact, Wen Lun knew that the patrolmen could not say anything to force them. relation.

    So many times, even if you ask for help, you will not get a good result, and you will be told that there is no evidence, and then you will leave it alone.

    The three of them can run now, but this time, if they are dealt with intentionally hurting people, it will be difficult to fool them.

    What a boring and disgusting world.

    He didn't bother to make an expression, so he relaxed and lay loosely on the ground, waiting for the patroller's routine questioning to end.

    It's nothing more than a fake what happened, what's going on...

    "I told you, doesn't it hurt?" Unexpectedly, when the man spoke again, his voice was much cleaner and clearer, not the deep feeling he had at first.

    You feel so young... new here?

    Wen Lun looked up and met a pair of bright green eyes.

    Mr. Patrolman slightly lifted his hat that covered his face, showing a puzzled and puzzled expression, hovering over him.

    "You..." This is clearly a teenager about his age.

    "Ah, it's a secret." The black-haired and green-eyed boy put his finger to his mouth and smiled briefly at him, "The clothes were also borrowed temporarily. Fortunately, there is a uniform nearby. shop."

    "You... came here specially to save me?" Wen Lun hoarsely felt such a strange emotion for the first time, a little sour and a little joyful.

    "No." He blinked and denied decisively, "I'm just a COSPLAY fan who happened to pass by."

    Why deny?

    If you admit it, you can ask for something and get something from him.

    Wen Lun felt that he couldn't understand, but he couldn't take his eyes off this man at all.

    "I called an ambulance for you, and I'll wait until you get out of the alley." The man put on his hat and turned his toes, as if he was about to leave, "Then So, bye."

    From the beginning to the end, he never mentioned his name, nor did he ask for his name, as if he did it at will and wanted nothing.

    Like when he appeared, this strange guy disappeared from his sight.

    Wen Lun got up in silence, walked slowly to the alley, and it didn't take long for an ambulance to arrive.

    The robotic nurse swiftly carried him onto the stretcher, but his mind was not here.

    He was still thinking about those beautiful eyes, that unexpected person.

    For the first time in his life, he wanted to get someone.

    He wants to see him.

    Want to know about that person.

    What kind of mood is this?