Chapter 3 Yuan Zhisheng: Make me healthy!

When it comes to the underworld, most people's first reaction should be the dark and baggy uniforms, the hideous tattoos all over the body, the violence, the blood, the endless "Bushido", or Kitano Takeshi's "The Most Evil"?

And this kind of character, who seems to only appear in movies, is sitting quietly in a high-end Japanese-style house called Ryu no Bamboo. His bright eyes seem to be gazing at something in the distance across the distance.

If you are a person with well-developed artistic abilities, you will definitely be able to write poems and songs based on this picture at this moment, so as to express your feelings for the delicate and hazy beauty of this boy.

But the two black figures behind Yuan Zhisheng obviously cannot shoulder this responsibility.

"Crow, when was the last time the young master made such a pretentious gesture?"

One of the black figures looked careless, and his vulgar behavior and ill-considered words and deeds lightly crushed the quiet beauty in this room, but he seemed not to be aware of it.

Hearing this, another dark figure sneered and mocked.

"Shut up, didn't you see that the young master is posing?" The man in black named Crow was cold and pale, with thin-framed eyes, and with a bit of pride on his face, he reprimanded his companion for his rudeness, "You are behaving like this~ Just call it ky.”

You're pretty cool too, I thought to myself as I looked at the man in the distance and relaxed his neck as if he hadn't heard anything.

There are two black shadows on one side, one named Crow and the other named Yaksha.

With their eyes fixed on the door that was about to be opened, Crow and Yasha also restrained their reckless behavior just now, turned their faces coldly, and stood behind Yuan Zhisheng with their hands behind their backs.

"Young Master, when someone comes, let's give her a showdown. I bet she'll be stunned as long as she gets a little stimulation. If a mixed race like this suppresses itself for many years, it might be considered minor if it breaks out and hurts someone. "

The perfect smile reveals eight teeth, like a hundred flowers blooming, like spring and a bright scene. The sad scene with dark clouds over the city behind has become a stepping stone. It requires several contrasting techniques in reading comprehension.

"The heavier a guy is stuck with this scary but barely enough weight to avoid being caught and dissected, the deeper and darker his heart must be, and he might burst out one day. What are those guys in the intelligence department doing? Even like this Not paying attention to the obvious goals?”

"disturb--"

Yuan Zhisheng closed his eyes, recalling the phone call from his subordinate and the overly high evaluation on the phone, thinking silently in his heart.

"Let's stop for now."

The voice came from an unknown source, but Yuan Zhisheng was not surprised. He just hummed softly and turned his attention to the door curtain on the corridor side of the living room.

Etiquette must be in place, but priorities must also be distinguished.

Unlike the confused girl outside the door, Yaksha and Crow inside the door understood Yuan Zhisheng's intention almost instantly.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, fifteen years old, is a junior high school student.

He did not stand up, but his waist was already straight, like a famous sword about to be unsheathed. The dense lines of the metal were washed with rainwater, and white light flashed under the moonlight. Only the bright red splashing from the enemy's neck could cover its whiteness. white.

Although he had read it several times before coming here, the candidates before going to the examination room would still grab the reference book and not let go, let alone the careful and cautious director of the Yamato Executive Department.

Moreover, no matter how many times I read it, I can't help but marvel at the excellence of the character in the report.

"But he's good-looking."

"How can there be such a perfect guy in this world? A hero by nature? A partner in justice? I'm afraid he is another super dangerous hybrid who has been actively concealing himself since he was a child. Look at the hobby column, fitness deadlift 190? Junior high school

Healthy King Kong Barbie!”

"Forget it in front of me. When people come later, you still have to leave a good impression. Don't lose the face of the Sheqi family."

She is a heroine that just jumped out of a Mary Sue novel.

Ignoring the two people who started to pinch each other again, Yuan Zhisheng was thinking to himself.

An emperor born in the wild? Although theoretically speaking, the rich rely on technology and the poor rely on mutation, and there are even cases where the bloodline of the third generation of dragons is higher than that of the next generation. However, it is indeed extremely rare, and it is almost considered "extremely dangerous".

in the file title.

Yuan Zhisheng also withdrew his gaze, but this time he did not intend to continue looking at the flowing bamboo tube in the courtyard, but casually took out the file in front of him and flipped through it.

And such a genius takes the initiative to donate blood to a blood cart? How could she not know that she has a biological problem? How could she not be discovered by her family members for more than ten years?

There is no doubt that she came here on purpose, with some unknown purpose.

If there is, I would like to see it with my own eyes.

"Young Master, people have arrived."

"Fujimaru Ritsuka has agreed to the interview application. Whether it is true or not, we will know tonight."

The sounds of guests chatting in the outsourcing room a few dozen meters next door, the proprietress's low voice scolding the waiter, the sizzling sound of oily sauce when the chef uses a spray gun to sear foie gras in the back kitchen, and the squeaking sounds of people walking through the wooden corridor.

sound.

With red hair, orange eyes, and a picturesque face, the creator, who usually drafts on A4 paper and tinkers with stick figures, took out his treasured canvas on a whim, touched ink with his fingertips, and sketched out the beauty of the girl stroke by stroke.

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【Of course, Miss Fujimaru Ritsuka?】

The content at the end of the booklet is also very similar, including the exaggerated boasts of classmates, the praise of the neighbor's uncle and grandma, and even the reputation of a Hokkaido shop owner who opened a takeout fish shop two blocks away from the girl's home. The same unabashed love.

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Yuan Zhisheng believed that even if the other party was talented enough to rival his own, he would have tried his best to disguise himself among the crowd. As long as the mind-controlling spirit took precautions in advance, he would be confident that he could resist.

He has a neutral personality. He is kind, enthusiastic and lively, a little off-kilter, and has a super masculine personality. Even people he doesn’t know will definitely come up to him and talk to him. He will definitely help an old man when he sees him, and he will definitely help a child crying when he sees him on the roadside.

[Hello, little sister, I’m here for an interview with the company. Do you know the name of the one from Sheqi Bajia?]

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his words were cold and calm.

The teacher likes her very much, and the students obey him unconditionally. Even the principal treats her as his precious child.

"Hi! (Yes)" The two of them immediately released their pinched fingers and stood aside with their hands in their pockets.

The background of the picture is the campus, with a red runway next to her. The girl's forehead is wet. Her face seems to be slightly red after exercise, but she is still smiling and gesturing with one hand to the camera.

The posture of peace seems to be very easy to make people feel close to each other.

Yuan Zhisheng opened his eyes and glanced to the side. Unexpectedly, the crow and the yaksha took a few steps forward and stopped beside him, and the old god was looking at the information.

[Ritsuka-kun was obviously born in the wrong era. If it had been thousands of years ago, he would have been famous all over the world and achieved an eternal legend. At the worst, he would have been known to both women and children as a famous courtesan or poet in the world. He will definitely be remembered by future generations.

They are stuffed into books so that today’s young people can add a few strokes of ink to their portraits in Chinese classes.]

The other party is a super hybrid who has hidden himself for fifteen years. The result of Kaguya's blood analysis is "The bloodline is extremely mutated but extremely stable. In terms of ability alone, it is very likely to be comparable to the emperor, but there is no sign of erosion of dragon genes at all. It is reasonable."

It is suspected that it has spiritual elements or human genetic abnormalities.]

The windbreaker flew and whistled in the air, and Yuan Zhisheng's brows twitched slightly.

"But he's good-looking."

His hobby is fitness, and his athletic ability is so strong that he has broken school records several times.

Rumor has it that Fujimaru Ritsuka is like the archangel, performing all healing miracles, curing all human sufferings and helping all those in need.

The atmosphere began to solidify the moment the girl arrived in this room.

"Fujimaru Ritsuka, right?"

The monitor of Class 3, Grade 3, Toyosaki No. 3 Middle School. She is as beautiful as a monster, with a well-proportioned figure that could fit on the front page of a magazine. She respects her teachers, is warm and cheerful, and treats her classmates with generosity. She has top academic performance and is particularly good at various departments.

Mythology and history, mastering many languages ​​including but not limited to English, French, Chinese, Indian, German, etc.

"Yes, but she's good-looking."

The crow turned its head.

The head teacher of the first grade of junior high school wrote this in his final comments——

"Tnnd!! - You know how good-looking you are, right? Have you eaten? If you haven't eaten, just punch me!"

Yuan Zhisheng has very good hearing, and he can hear everything clearly in the courtyard.

"Um, right?"

Scroll further down, and there is a long list of awards and detailed life records that can take up hundreds of bytes in txt.

"For those with talents, the Eight Sheqi Family treats the virtuous and the virtuous. But for the mediocre people who are aloof and self-respecting, the Eight Sheqi Family don't mind taking care of them." The man put his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist.

His emotionless eyes were obscured by his hanging hair.

She has always been on the list of "most want to date her" and "most want to be her dog" among male and female students. He was nicknamed "Raphael" by the students at the same school even though he was in his junior year.

Because of this, Director of the Executive Department Yuan Zhisheng personally took charge of the situation just in case.

The young underworld master looked away from the courtyard, his cold eyes filled with helplessness.

The sound of conversation gradually approached, and Yuan Zhisheng's eyes became sharper.

As the class monitor, she did all the work of the class by herself, collected all the homework, read early in the morning, and was able to distract the English teacher. She even thought of going to socialize with the class next door, and she did a decent job. There was no one in the whole school who couldn't get along better with her.

People, both men and women eat it.

A genius who is good-looking, very popular, and has extraordinary learning ability and physical fitness. The relevant target has a four-digit figure. Judging from all the reviews, she is just a ridiculously outstanding girl who is gentle, kind, enthusiastic and lively.

"Who would believe it? He must be pretending."

The bespectacled man frowned sideways and raised his hand in response without giving in. He looked evenly matched with his teeth and claws, but the two soon turned into a simple fight because they couldn't understand what the other was doing.

Yuan Zhisheng suddenly made a sound, and the girl outside the door couldn't help but freeze her hand on the side of the door.

Among them, Yaksha is obviously a rough guy. When he is accused of ky, he just curls his lips and does not refute, instead using his flexible five fingers to communicate, making frequent international gestures, and waving his arms like an afterimage of an actor on stage.

A natural hero?
To be continued...