MTL - The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo-Chapter 162 : Red bottle (2)

Yu Xianzhi returned to the presidential suite and observed the bottle in his hand.

It was dark outside and a little hard to see, so he turned on the light on the table.

The red liquid in the bottle swayed, soaking the cork.

He pulled the cork, frowned, and sniffed.

Unexplainable taste.

But it feels like blood, but bloodier than blood.

Yu Xian Zhisheng flushed the liquid down the toilet, threw the bottle and the sling into the trash can, and began to take a shower.

After taking a shower, drying his body, going downstairs to eat something casually, and returning to his room, he sat at the table and took out the pen and manuscript paper.

It was a waterfall-like torrential rain outside, and the Tokyo sky was as black as ink, pressing down on the ground.

The water level of the river under the Tokyo Bridge rose, and the huge ship flashed red lights, like the shadows in the painting slowly swimming past, pushing aside the cherry blossoms floating on the water.

The fairy tale last time I wrote about "Cinderella", and today I will write about "Snow White", "Little Red Riding Hood", "The Emperor's New Clothes" and "The Daughter of the Sea". What will be written down with a pen, will not be specially classified.

When it was written that 'it was dawn, people could not find the little mermaid, but only saw a piece of white foam jumping on the sea', the pen ran out of ink.

Yu Xianzhisheng took out the blue ink of the "Shule" brand from his schoolbag, and slowly squeezed the soft rubber tube to let the ink be sucked up. When he was full, he screwed back the bottle cap and put the ink bottle back in the schoolbag.

A stack of paintings caught his sight in the mezzanine of the schoolbag.

He went to the bathroom to wash his hands and took out the drawings. These are the pen drawings of Miyamoto Yukiko's portraits, sketched in light blue ink. She looks like when she is asleep, watching TV, and eating fruit. Others, etc., are all drawn before leaving home.

Yu Xianzhisheng looked down for a while, then put the drawing back.

He sat by the window, picked up his mobile phone, hesitated for a long time, and didn't call her number.

Missing this kind of thing, the more you touch it, the more it grows.

It's not the fear of calling, but the moment when you hang up.

'You don't want to plant flowers, you say I don't want to see it wither'

'Yes to avoid the end you avoid the beginning of everything'

What am I thinking? How can it be so serious.

Yu Xianzhisheng wrote this sentence down, then crumpled it into a ball of paper, and threw it into the trash can.

He walked to the light control switch and turned on all the lights in the room. The spacious presidential suite suddenly became brilliant. The simulated candles on the walls were burning, and the huge glazed pendant was reflected on the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Feeling a lot warmer all of a sudden.

The little bottle was hiding in the shadow of the scrap paper.

rain. Rain.

This is the theme of the second public competition.

Of course, you can also choose not to use this theme, but to play freely.

Yu Xianzhi closed his eyes and searched for relevant information in his mind. Before long, he began to write and write the lyrics on the manuscript paper.

The phone suddenly rang, and it was a text message from Zeye Kazuki.

"Yo, Zhisheng, remember to come to the collective commendation meeting at 8 pm."

"Understood." Yu Xianzhi replied.

As time gradually approached noon, he put away the fairy tales he had written and put them in the bag with the note 'Narita District Newspaper Office', went downstairs, handed the document bag to the front desk, and asked them to help send it out and eat by the way. lunch.

In the afternoon, he decided to take a good rest, lying on the bed and reading a literary novel called "Bamboo Snow", written by Norio Miharu, a writer in the cultural field, who was the winner of last year's Cultural Gold Award.

Different from the highest literary award which is held once a year, the Cultural Gold Award is held every six months.

Yu Xianzhi wanted to participate in the beginning, but the bonus was almost negligible. For him who needed money, the money was really slow. In addition, there were a lot of chores such as publishing, even when he got the manuscript fee. Waiting for next year.

But being able to stand out among so many works is enough to prove the excellence of this "Bamboo Snow".

This novel is about a girl named Bamboo, who secretly loves her young master, but the young master doesn't like her and just treats her as a plaything. Bamboo is deeply immersed in the young master's sweet words, unable to extricate himself, and soon becomes pregnant with his child.

Just when she imagined the day she married the young master, the young lady discovered their affair and sent a killer to kill Bamboo and the child in her belly.

Bamboo thus embarked on the road of escape.

Along the way, she encountered a lot of strange things, such as a cat with balloons tied all over its body. Bamboo asked why the cat was floating in the sky.

The cat said old-fashioned, stupid, if you don't fly to the sky, you will be eaten by mice!

Then Bamboo continued to flee while holding the cat, which was afraid of mice.

The first samurai quickly found the hotel where she was staying, and just as the knife was about to stab her to death, the cat jumped out, scratched the samurai in one eye, and then tied the balloon to the bamboo On his body, while blowing forcefully, he hit the samurai back and forth with his tail.

"Run away! Miss Bamboo!" said the cat loudly, "Leave this guy to me!"

Bamboo kept fleeing all the way, and finally came to a place called Snow Country. Just when she was about to give birth to the child, it suddenly snowed heavily, and warriors surrounded her room one after another.

And this time...

Yu Xian Zhisheng fell asleep slowly, the book covering his face and breathing evenly.

When he woke up, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon. Yu Xianzhi washed his face and went to the recording studio of Dongda Art to make the arrangement of the two songs and imported them into his mobile phone, although he was not sure whether he would choose it or not.' Rain' theme, but it's better to be prepared. The names of the two songs are called "Rain".

Then there is "Thinking Through Time and Space".

This is a very classic piece that can be played on piano, erhu, violin, and cello. Yu Xianzhisheng made the accompaniment and nodded after listening to it several times.

The Tokyo Meteorological Observatory forecasts heavy precipitation tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow will be fine.

On a sunny day, I will also start broadcasting.

Sen Meihua will challenge himself at any time, and he intends to use this song to compete.

The two still have a stake.

If she wins, he will do whatever you ask him to do.

Of course to the best of your ability.

And if he wins, Sammy will give him her piano.

I heard that the cello is quite expensive.

Of course, this is not a matter of money and money, men can't lose face.

Half an hour before the meeting, Yu Xian Zhisheng entered the training room in advance, picked up the cello on the stand, and slowly began to practice.

Melodious tunes hovered in the silent training room.

His handsome face was reflected in the mirror, slightly long hair obscured his sight, time melted in the beauty, and the rain shadow cast a hazy halo on him.

Natsume softly pushed the door and entered, first her eyes were swayed, then she carefully sat on the chair, squeezed the flute in her hand, and stared at him.

The scenery is the same, and it is impossible to say whether it is beautiful or sad. Her legs are tightly pressed together, and she can't help but gently cover her small mouth, and her face flushes.

At the end of the performance, Yu Xianzhisheng noticed her, nodded as a greeting, and put the cello back on the shelf.

Natsume Qingyin applauded vigorously, unable to hide her surprised expression: "It's amazing."

Yu Xianzhi smiled and didn't say anything. He hadn't played the cello for a long time. The current level of playing was not satisfactory to him, and he needed more practice.

The energetic girl jumped over, her eyes twinkling with little stars: "Boss, what song did you play just now?"

"Do you want to learn?" Yu Xianzhi said with a smile.

"Can you?" Xia Mu Qingyin's eyes widened.

"Of course, I will teach you when I find time." Yu Xianzhi nodded.

He didn't plan to use this song in the public performance competition, but on the election day to fight against Mori Meihua. Since the other party has chosen to compete, he will definitely come up with a classic song, and it would be good to be able to beat her.

Natsume Qingyin is good at the flute, and this song can also be played on the flute. It is a good thing to kill two birds with one stone.

Sawano Kazuki also said this, intentionally or unintentionally, Natsume's current player ranking is floating around the 100th place, and he lost the track in the public competition, and only got a B. The implication is that he hopes that he can pay more attention to this girl and counsel her or something.

They are all in the same class, a bowl of water needs to be leveled, and always be kind to Kurokidou and a girl, Fujiwara Chie and Natsume Qingyin will still be a little sad in their hearts.

In fact, there is no need for the old fox to say this. Yu Xianzhi also intends to do it. The semi-final is a team competition. As the squad leader, he hopes that there will be no less people in the class.

Of course, the two sleeping dragons and phoenixes are another matter.

"By the way, have you read the book "Bamboo Snow"?" Yu Xianzhi opened the window to breathe, and then sat back in the chair.

"I've seen it." Natsume said softly, "I bought it very early at home."

"What happened to Miss Bamboo, after she went to the Snow Country to give birth to a child?"

"Ah, Miss Bamboo is dead." Natsume Qingyin seemed to recall something, and said sadly and resentfully, "I was killed by those warriors and wasted again."

Ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past Yu Xianzhisheng's heart.

Fortunately, I didn't finish it, otherwise I wouldn't be in a good mood for an afternoon.

Especially after reading this kind of sadistic literature after writing a fairy tale, this kind of gap will definitely cast doubt on the world.

"But the child survived. He worked hard for 18 years, and finally wiped out the original family." Natsume said softly.

"It ended up being 'in the spring, he heard a cat meow and shed tears.'"

"Ah...that's it." Yu Xianzhi nodded.

It's good to be able to get revenge and go back, but the fate of Miss Bamboo surprised him. He thought that he would meet another good person to save her, but literature still tends to be more realistic.

Just as he thought about it, Heimu Tong pushed open the door and walked in. She glanced at Natsume Qingyin who was sitting next to Yu Xian Zhisheng, her eyebrows moved imperceptibly, and she sat directly next to Yu Xian Zhisheng. .

"I invited you to dinner yesterday, but you didn't come." She smoothed her skirt and sat down.

"I'm too tired to rest." Yu Xianzhi said.

"But the lights in your room were still on at 11 o'clock." Heimu Tong smiled softly.

"You came to find me?"

"I just think you'll get tired and forget to eat." Hei Mutong raised his slender and white calves and put his hands together, a bit like Mrs. Zhenggong, "So I asked Yilong to bring you a food box, but you didn't listen. Are you going to knock on the door?"

"I should be listening to a song, probably." Yu Xianzhi thought for a while, what was he doing at that time, he should be writing a letter to Xuezi, while the light music on the radio was playing in his headphones.

Hei Mutong glanced at him: "What were you talking about just now?"

"Cello." Yu Xianzhi said.

"And "Bamboo Snow"!" Natsume raised her hand softly, like a primary school student answering a question. Although she was sixteen years old and legally married, she was a very sweet girl, and she was cute without any sense of disobedience.

"Your performance is great." Hei Mutong patted Yu Xianzhi with his hand, "But after coming back, I feel like you have become a stuffy gourd in the past few days."

"Huh? Really?" Yu Xianzhi was startled.

"Yes, you are not alone on stage at all. You don't like to talk off stage. It feels like you treat us like children."

Hei Mutong is fifteen years old, not a child.

She can get married next year, if she wants to.

"Could it be because Atong, your aura is too strong?" Yu Xianzhisheng laughed.

"Like a princess, I'm usually afraid." Natsume whispered softly, using her hand as a fan, as if fanning the sweat on her forehead.

Yu Xianzhisheng laughed out loud.

Hei Mutong pouted and turned his head to prevent him from seeing his expression.

'You should laugh more' she said to herself.

Yu Xianzhi is usually invisible. Usually, when they go out on election day, he doesn't know what to do by himself. When he went to find him at night, others had already rested, and it was difficult to see him.

After a while, Fujiwara Chie also came.

She first went to Yu Xianzhisheng and showed him the blessings that had not been washed off on her forehead. Natsume Qingyin next to her said disgustedly that you hadn't bathed in a few days, and the two cuties laughed together.

Yu Xian Zhisheng and Kuroki Tong sat on the chairs, watching them play, suddenly there was a strange feeling that children and children were full of joy.

Not long after, Wolongfengchu also came over, Akagi Ryosuke glanced at Yu Xianzhisheng, walked to the window and clasped his arms handsomely, pretending to be deep, while Dahuai Yiyong was sitting on the window, and his honest body blocked the way. wind.

"Don't sit there, the room is very stuffy." Yu Xianzhi turned around and said.

Dahuai Yiyong quickly jumped down.

Akagi Ryosuke frowned, thinking that you are too obedient to him, right?

Soon, Sawano Kazuki walked in with the documents, and behind him was the principal of Chuo District, Owada Mitsushou.

"Young, Akagi-kun, you dyed your hair black?" Owada Guangshou said happily.

The black-haired Akagi Ryosuke nodded.

"This is Young Master Yu Xian, right?" Owada Guangshou clicked his tongue in admiration. "It's the first time I saw this child, and it really looks like a talent."

"A little gift." Owada Guangshou lowered his head and smiled, holding the Rolex watch gift box with both hands.

"Thank you." Yu Xianzhisheng took it and put it aside.

This was the first time he had seen Owada Guangshou, and he had heard it from the old fox Zeye before.

Owada Guangshou has already announced to the outside world that he has resigned as the principal, but he still occupies a position within the group. Sawano Kazuki is not that stupid, and he does not think that the light will definitely defeat the darkness. Before defeating the darkness, you must fully understand the darkness. Owatian Guangshou is full of bad water. No one knows the doorway better than him, and it is still useful to keep it.

But he has already surrendered to Zeye. This move made the two principals in the faction very confused - I was waiting to fight to the death, why did the leader surrender first?

"Master Yu Xian and my subordinate Miss Mori still have a competition, right?" Owada Guangshou said, "How can I say it, it's really exciting."

The content of what was said at the meeting was very simple, mainly about the preparations for the second public performance.

"There is also a theme for the first public performance?" Yu Xianzhi asked.

"No." Hei Mutong whispered with his arms crossed, "The theme is released at random, mainly for the consideration of the players, to delineate a limited range for us, so that we can prepare in advance, of course, if the level of strength is high , you don’t have to, just keep your own style.”

"I see." Yu Xianzhi nodded.

"Do you want to use it?" Hei Mutong asked.

"I haven't thought about it yet." Yu Xianzhisheng didn't care.

"I have heard about this. The second song that Shenhualing is about to release has a lot to do with the rain. The four major financial groups have introduced capital into the Starlight Awards competition. Although they cannot control the competition, but in such a small It is also possible to use local hands and feet." Akagi Ryosuke suddenly said.

"How did you know?" Hei Mutong asked.

"The inside information in the small circle of Tokyo nobles is still credible." Akagi Ryosuke shrugged.

Yu Xianzhisheng nodded, that was almost certain.

If Shenhuiling really intends to make trouble for himself, then he doesn't mind arguing with him and catching him to fight, whether on stage or off stage.

"Then fight for the second public performance!" said Sawano Kazuki.

After the meeting, Yu Xianzhi returned to the room and finished reading the book "Bamboo Snow".

......

Two days later, on election day, the sky over Tokyo was clear.

Sen Meihua updated the news on her personal channel: "Yu Xian-kun, please come to the appointment as agreed." At the same time, accompanied by a photo of a cello.

After seeing the news, Yu Xian Zhisheng's fans immediately became lively and left messages in Yu Xian Zhisheng's comment area.

"Bao, don't go fishing today, there is a girl looking for you!"

"Is Yu Bao going to play the cello? I'm looking forward to it."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu won't take leave tomorrow. It's my turn to ask for vacation to watch the live broadcast. I will be scolded by the boss."

All campuses under the Arts of Dongda University have come to the spirit.

The ace of Class S in Narita Ward and the ace of Class S in Chuo Ward.

This is a good show to watch!

And in places they couldn't see, the eyes of the other nine colleges also converged here.

There are a lot of private speculations~www.novelbuddy.com~, but no matter what, I can't think of the infighting in the Academy of Arts of Dongda University.

The Internet is also full of gongs and drums. Most of Sen Meihua's fans expressed their support, and many people yin and yang rubbed off on Yu Xianzhisheng's popularity, but some people expressed concern about Yu Xianzhisheng's cello, after all, no one Haven't seen his cello.

But these, Yu Xianzhi and Mori Mihua, both of them didn't care.

That morning, Yu Xian Zhisheng posted a message on his personal channel.

The message was short and neat.

"it is good."

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