Long Aotian knelt down to me [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 58

Back from Fang Xia's place that day, Yang Shouche had an unsuccessful conversation with the ghost attached to him.

——Yang Mingliu.

The name the other party said was circling in his heart, and finally Yang Shouche couldn't help asking, [Are you me? ]

[Yang Mingliu] Did not deny it.

Since he has already mentioned the name, it is meaningless to deny it, he laughed, [I almost forgot, I was so stupid. ]

Yang Shouche fell silent.

He has long been used to the tone of the other party, but he has always been polite and polite, asking himself as a gentleman, no matter what, he can't imagine that he will become like this in the future.

Yang Shouche: [That dream...]

He stopped before finishing the question. This is really a question with an obvious answer that doesn't even need to be answered.

He was silent for a moment, and asked another question, [You asked me to use the name 'Yang Zhi' to avoid him?Why don't you tell me directly? ... Is Hong Zimu the same as you? ]

Yang Shouche has never understood why his and Hong Zimu's articles and poems collided by chance, and the other party's thinking is obviously much more mature than his current self. If Hong Zimu's situation is the same as his, he also has a ghost from the future. That makes it clear.

But his series of questions didn't get answered, and the other party shut up again as if he thought it was troublesome.

Knowing that with the other party's usual performance, there would be nothing more to ask, so Yang Shouche also fell silent.

"The child does not talk, strange power and chaos".

Yang Shouche guessed that with his attitude of keeping a distance from ghosts and gods at the beginning, even if the other party told him bluntly from the beginning, he would not believe such a bizarre thing.Maybe the other party just knew this and didn't say anything more?

And Yang Shouche always felt that the ghost didn't trust him. Even now that he knew that the two of them were the same person in the final analysis, the feeling of distrust was not dissipated, but became more and more obvious.

--why?Why don't you even believe in yourself.

Yang Shouche thought about it, but couldn't help but recall the dream of those few days. Although what happened in the dream seemed to be something that he deliberately forgot, no matter how hard he tried after waking up, he couldn't remember clearly, but the feeling of that emotion Still vivid.Compared with the high-spiritedness in the dream, he is really unknown in the academy in reality, no wonder the other party doesn't believe him so much.

Yang Shouche couldn't help thinking that they might be the same person in a sense, but they were different after all.

The feeling of this difference in [Yang Mingliu] will only be more vivid.

[Yang Mingliu] Silently watching the young "self" organize the poem draft.In fact, Yang Shouche had already sent it back on the day Fang Xia made the request, but there were still many things that were missed here, so he sorted them out again here.

This kind of total entrustment and unreserved trust is probably something [Yang Mingliu] will never have again no matter how many lifetimes pass.

[I believe Master Fang. ]

Thinking of Yang Shouche's pale face that day but without hesitation to say the words, [Yang Mingliu] just thought it was ridiculous, and looking at the young man's behavior at this time, he felt it was extremely dazzling, and even from the bottom of his heart he felt a kind of With malice—he wanted to see what would happen if that trust was betrayed.

There was no reason for this kind of malice, and it seemed quite unreasonable, but [Yang Mingliu] soon discovered the reason... he was actually "jealous"?Jealous of this penniless, stupid and gullible teenager himself?

ridiculous.

It's ridiculous.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of the question that came out of the blue that day - "Who are you?".

No matter how many times he thought about it, he still asked himself that his disguise was flawless.

Why did that person recognize it at a glance?

【Yang Mingliu】: "..."

He was silent for a moment, and sneered in his heart: It's just a coincidence.

When Yang Shouche sent his old manuscripts last time, he said that there were still some unorganized ones, and they would not be sent over until later.

Since he wanted to beat Wen Chaogong to death, the more comprehensive the evidence, the better. Fang Xia was happy that Yang Shouche gave him more complete evidence.

He originally thought it would take a while for Yang Shouche to sort it out, but he was not in a hurry. There were still a few days left for the poetry meeting, so as long as it was sorted out before then, it didn't matter if it didn't come in time. There were manuscripts sent by the other party before, so they could be used well. Good words are enough for Hong Zimu to be nailed to the pillar of shame.

Fang Xia did not expect that the other party sent it so quickly.

But after thinking about it, Yang Shouche must have been suppressed for so many years, and he must have breathed a sigh of relief. It is understandable that he was in such a hurry.

However, just when Fang Xia was about to raise his hand to pick it up, the system's sudden point reminder made him froze in place, and he froze in mid-air before he received the paper manuscript.

Different from Fang Xia's stiffness, seeing his performance, the person opposite smiled calmly.

His tone was gentle, "The students are curious, how did the master recognize me?"

After the other party no longer deliberately concealed it, the difference became more obvious.

This man obviously did the same student etiquette as Yang Shouche, but he did it with an inexplicably condescending aura.

It's very "proud".

Fang Xia choked for a moment at his sudden thought.

What the hell is going on in this world? !

One or two, the intruders are even more arrogant than Zhenaotian.Can it get better? !

Fang Xia didn't mean that Yang Shouche was not outstanding, but Yang Shouche's excellence was closer to the implicit side of traditional culture. It was a kind of tenacity and brilliance of a gentleman, without any aggressiveness—like a beautiful jade in a stubborn stone. , Only after touching it can we get a glimpse of the brilliance after polishing in the future.

But the two invaders are not the same.Needless to say, Hong Zimu used other people's poems and articles to put gold on his face, almost like a male peacock with its tail open, and almost wrote "Look at me, look at me" on his forehead. It's a pity that the peacock's tail is fake, and the ass is exposed when the screen is opened... But compared to Hong Zimu, who already has a solution, Fang Xia is more worried and afraid of the one in front of him.

Taking Hong Zimu's plagiarism as an example, Yang Shouche's persistence in his studies under such pressure and bewilderment is enough to show his tenacity, but this person who calls himself "Yang Mingliu"... Fang Xia always felt that the other party would attack Hong Zimu to death as soon as he found out that something was wrong.

Thinking of this, Fang Xia couldn't help but look up at the other party.

[Yang Mingliu] over there didn't care that he didn't get an answer to his previous question, so he sat down across the table and poured himself a cup of tea.He took a sip lightly, and the curvature of his lips did not change, but Fang Xia watched the man's brow twitch sharply. Fang Xia had some guesses in his heart, and when he looked again, he saw that the man had put the teacup aside. , no intention of taking a second bite.

Although this person's expression didn't change much from the beginning to the end, and he didn't say anything, but Fang Xia, who was watching the little stream of movements, still didn't understand something.

His mouth twitched.

Not good tea, I'm really sorry.holding reading.jpg

……

In short, the other party's calm and composed appearance even gave Fang Xia the illusion for a moment that the person in front of him was the owner of this room.

Although Yang Shouche said earlier that he would deal with the possessed intruder, seeing the current situation, Fang Xia couldn't help but worry.

Can Yang Shouche, who is still growing up, really be able to deal with this intruder who is filled with the aura of the ultimate villain boss from head to toe?

And there is another point that makes Fang Xia even more worried: You must know that before the system prompted, he did not separate the two people at all.In other words, if the other party didn't take the initiative to reveal the difference, others would not be able to tell the difference between him and Yang Shouche.

Just thinking about it gives chills down the spine.

Thinking about it, Fang Xia couldn't help but looked up again, the man looked back with a smile as if he knew what he was thinking.

Fang Xia didn't know if it was his own illusion, but he always felt that the smile was full of confidence, which made Fang Xia frown even tighter.

It's just that he finally remembered Yang Shouche's words that day, and his frown relaxed a little: since Yang Shouche is sure, it shouldn't be a big problem.

Just as Fang Xia thought about it, [Yang Mingliu] on the opposite side seemed to see through his thoughts, raised his eyebrows, and said slowly: "You can trust him."

Both tone and expression are extremely contemptuous.

Fang Xia is used to Yang Shouche who always does everything with a serious attitude. Seeing this kind of expression on the same face now, he suddenly felt awkward everywhere, but his answer was very straightforward, "Of course I am. Trust him."

These words do have the meaning of "you can't build up other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige", but Fang Xia's heart is not as firm as his words, but his trust level is definitely more than eight points.

After all, no matter how you say it, it is a proud sky.

——Even if Aotian was raised by his stepmother, he is still Aotian!

Thinking of this, Fang Xia's expression of looking directly at the other person became more calm. He was thinking that no matter what this person said next, he would be able to refute back with reason.

But I didn't want [Yang Mingliu] to say nothing, and even lowered his eyes after a short look at each other.

He raised his hand to pick up the cup of tea that was originally set aside, and after lightly filtering the tea leaves a few times with the lid of the cup, he took a second sip slowly.

Fang Xia:?

Didn't this person still look disgusted and didn't like to drink just now?

Could it be that he is not as good as this cup of tea?

——It’s too much!

Fang Xia wanted to turn around and say something strange, but he couldn't say anything to that "Yang Shouche" face.Seeing the other party meant to live in peace for the time being, so he could only suppress the slander that filled his stomach and continue with the work in hand.

This work is of course arranged by the poetry club.Although Fang Xia still persuaded the head of the mountain that day, the head of the poem was also led by the head of the poem in name.But I also know that the latter is too old to worry about these details. As the original proposer, the arrangement of the poetry meeting naturally fell on Fang Xia's head.

This matter is not troublesome, it is just an event planning, and the scope is not large, it is only limited to this academy.Not to mention the experience gained from Fang Xia's work for Aotian so many times in the first two worlds, even if he only uses his experience in event planning in college, it is enough for him to control the audience, at most there will be some dissatisfaction Little trouble, even this little trouble can be avoided now.

But after all, this matter is related to whether Yang Shouche can clarify his reputation in the future, so it is natural for Fang Xia to be careful in making arrangements.Just when he was concentrating on adjusting the plan and almost forgot that there was another person in the room, he heard the person on the other side suddenly say——

"Don't be so cautious, it's a fool."