I'm an acting genius

Chapter 48 President 13

The Second Young Master Jiang who almost suffocated himself to death finally left with Ning Kezhi.

Seeing that the people around him still looked distraught, Jiang Zixiao couldn't help raising his hand again, and pressed hard on the other person's head.

Ning Kezhi, still immersed in the fear of counting the jumping machine just now: "..."

He had to make a solemn statement: If this body wasn't his original body and his hair wasn't his original hair, he would have turned his back on Jiang Zixiao long ago.

——Being slapped twice by such a thing, he will go bald sooner or later!

#It seems that I suddenly discovered the other party’s sinister intentions (×)#

Ning Kezhi got into the car with his seat belt half torn off, when Jiang Zixiao next to him suddenly turned sideways.

He pressed his elbows on the steering wheel and squinted at him: "Don't want to go?"

Ning Kezhi:? ? ?

Did he show the slightest reluctance to leave along the way?He can't wait to disappear from this art exhibition immediately! !

——It's too dangerous!

This, this, place, place is really too dangerous! !

Seeing that Jiang Zixiao really planned to "throw him here with a nod", Ning Kezhi quickly shook his head.

After a pause, he added, "Better go quickly."

Jiang Zixiao seemed to be taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect him to say such a thing.

He also leaned forward and carefully observed the expression on Ning Kezhi's face, as if he was judging whether he was lying or not.

After a while, the young man's brows and eyes, which seemed a little hostile because of the pressure, suddenly lit up.

Jiang Zixiao decided to take back his previous thoughts.

——Isn’t this a good thing today?

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

Look at this kid, isn't he showing a tendency to give up now?

……

10 minute later.

Leaning back, he clung tightly to the car seat, clutching the seat belt in front of him tightly with his hands. Ning Kezhi, whose face was pale and horrified, wished he could go back to 10 minutes ago. He must have ruthlessly covered himself who said "fast". mouth.

——He wanted to leave the art exhibition early, stay away from the protagonist as soon as possible, and keep his precarious points.

but--

He didn't let the driver drag the car? !

Murder, is it? !

—— Premeditate, intend, murder, kill!

In the painting exhibition, Xi Wu couldn't help looking at Wen Zhong who had been exceptionally silent since Jiang Zixiao took the boy away.

The other party's brows were tightly knit together, and Xi Wu felt that he might not even notice how ugly and dignified his expression is now.

As if aware of this too long staring, Wen Zhong tilted his head to meet Xi Wu's gaze, "What's wrong?"

The speaker seemed to be trying his best to make his expression look as gentle as when he was getting along with him in the past, but Xi Wu could only see "reluctantly" from it - just like getting along these days, the other party is trying his best to bring himself back to the past What they looked like when they were together.

But how can you go back?

People will change after all, whether it is himself or the other party...

Xi Wu suddenly let out a long sigh, "Brother Zhong, let's... talk."

Although people do change, Xi Wu's expression now almost coincides with when he proposed to break up back then.

He has always been a decisive person.

Know exactly what you want and what you don't want, and you can make a decisive decision.

Wen Zhong instantly judged something from the other party's expression.

Wen Zhong thought that he would have the same emotions as he did back then.

But at that moment, the emotion that surged to the bottom of my heart was not any kind of sadness, but a sigh of relief that "it's finally here".

Wen Zhong was even at a loss for his emotions at this moment.

But reason urged him to try to keep him - the person in front of him is the one he likes!This is the person he has been waiting for for two years!

"Ah Wu, I..."

Wen Zhong managed to regain his composure, organizing his words to try to make the other party change his mind.

It's just that his current expression is more like explaining the pros and cons on the negotiating table than trying to keep his lover.

Xi Wu's desire to sigh became more obvious.

He discovered very early, as early as his student days, that the person in front of him was like a kindergarten or preschool child in dealing with feelings compared to his ease in other fields.

Xi Wu observed his expression, and suddenly said, "That young man just now...Zi Xiao is serious this time..."

Wen Zhong's words paused, and subconsciously retorted: "Impossible."

As soon as these words came out, there was no need for Xi Wu to say anything, Wen Zhongwu fell silent.

Why "impossible"?

Because that child likes him...

He was sure and sure of this, so that...

... have nothing to fear.

Over there, Ning Kezhi got out of the car, although it wasn't as exaggerated as throwing up the sky, but it was still limp, and finally entered the house, and the whole person just collapsed on the sofa.

When I close my eyes, I feel that there are still stars in front of my eyes.

Under such circumstances, even if the police station suddenly called to tell him that the two robbers had been arrested and the lost property had been found, Ning Kezhi couldn't feel happy for a while.

It is obviously impossible for him to go out in this state.

After Ning Kezhi hung up the call, he felt nauseous again. He waited for a long time before sitting up reluctantly, and wrote a power of attorney, asking the culprit who caused the current situation to get the things back for him.

This was probably the first time in his life that Second Young Master Jiang was quite happy to run errands for someone else.

Jiang Zixiao looked at the strong and strong characters, and felt that if he presented this piece of paper to his old man, the other party would welcome the granddaughter-in-law into the door happily.

Jiang Ershao, who had already started to imagine the future, almost went out humming a song.

Ning Kezhi didn't know what kind of nerves the other party had, he didn't have the brain to think about it at the moment, he collapsed on the sofa again, and then lay dead.

……

Half an hour later, Ning Kezhi, who had recovered a bit, received a call from Jiang Zixiao.

It is said that there is nothing missing, but the mobile phone in the bag was probably hit somewhere when it was snatched, and it was broken.

Ning Kezhi: "..."

At that time, there were only two valuable things in his bag, one was the ticket for the art exhibition, and the other was the mobile phone.

The former is obviously impossible for the opponent to find a way to attack, while the latter... now he knows the ending from Jiang Zixiao...

Ning Kezhi didn't know how to evaluate this matter for a while.

so--

Did those two muggers rob a lonesome?

However, according to what they said, Ning Kezhi could only keep his phone if it was damaged, and those that were still in good condition had already been sold, so it would be difficult to chase them down.

Ning Kezhi: ...

Well, he can't even comment on his luck.

——Is it good or bad?

Listening to Jiang Zixiao over there saying that he would not take it back and send it directly to the shop to see if it can be repaired, Ning Kezhi thanked him, thinking that his "Strategy Notes" might still be salvageable.

……

The call was hung up, but Ning Kezhi heard a little buzzing sound from the system.

Inexplicably, he felt that the voice seemed to be hesitating whether to speak or not.

Ning Kezhi: […? ]

Ning Kezhi, who didn't know when he became proficient in the language of artificial intelligence, hesitated for a moment before asking: [What's wrong? ]

The system falters: [Actually...]

[For notes, I can help the host record it here. ]

Ning Kezhi: […]

Ning Kezhi: [………]

— Gan!

Why did you tell him this now? !

no no……

The recording function of the system is actually always on, so he often makes some memos on it.

but! !

——I didn’t think of this at all when I was taking notes!

#Regret not enough to learn from others#

system:[……]

The system actually had the idea of ​​reminding the host before, but considering that the boss might have his own thoughts, the system remained silent in awe.

It turns out that the host really didn't expect...

The system runs the thinking logic module and analyzes it, and thinks this seems to be quite normal——

After all, big bosses rely on macro control, and it is normal for these insignificant details to be neglected, which is also the meaning of the existence of assistants.

Often times like this, it is necessary to rely on the assistant (that is, it) to check for omissions and fill in vacancies...

system:! ! !

So this wave is actually its dereliction of duty? !#Blue skybolt.jpg#

urgent--!

How to regain the trust of the boss after a mistake at work? !

Two days later.

Amid the melodious sound of the piano, the two young people sat opposite each other across the dining table. This was Wen Zhong and Xi Wu, who had been quiet with each other for two days after the day of the art exhibition, and finally came out to "talk".

The two sat in the same position as the coffee shop a month ago.

only……

This time the atmosphere was completely different.

Staring at the red wine on the side for a while, it was Xi Wu who took the lead to sigh and said, "People always change, and so do feelings."

He has always been a decisive and free-spirited person, and in his life, "love" has never occupied the most important position. He has his own dreams and pursuits.His return to the country this time was originally for the regret of his youth: he just wanted to give a complete ending to his untimely death, no matter what the result was.

Wen Zhong: "...Sorry."

Xi Wu shook the goblet and took a sip lightly.

"Brother Zhong, you don't have to be like this... I should apologize."

"...I gave up first back then, there is no reason for you to wait for me..."

……

…………

I had finished what I needed to say, and Xi Wu was about to say goodbye and leave, but he noticed that the pianist in the hall had changed, and the piece of music had also changed.

The melodious music slowly swayed, and Xi Wu instantly judged that this quite famous piece, Beethoven's Sixth Symphony Pastoral Landscape - Liszt's adapted version for piano solo*, is quite suitable for this quiet and embellished piece. The tunes of restaurants that seem secluded.

Like a ray of fresh wind blowing away the troubles of the world, the gurgling stream washes away the mud and dirt of the world...

The sound of the music seems to be wandering in the countryside, and the listeners seem to be wandering leisurely among the performers.

All of a sudden, the restaurant, which was not noisy at first, seemed to be a little quieter, and people unconsciously lowered their conversation voices.

Xi Wu raised his eyebrows in surprise, he didn't expect to hear such a contagious performance here.

He immediately forgot his thoughts of wanting to leave just now, couldn't help closing his eyes, made a gesture of pulling the string with his right hand, and unconsciously followed the piano sound.

But after a while, his movements stopped and his brows furrowed a little bit, as if he had seen something extremely unbearable.

It's not that this performance is not wonderful, in fact, this kind of appeal can almost be called a master's level, and Xi Wu seems to have returned to the scene of his first recital of Master Beaufort.But in contrast to this appeal, the unsmooth and mature part of the technique became more and more prominent - like an unsightly blemish suddenly appearing on a piece of smooth and clean jade.

Do not……

Xi Wu prefers to call it "stain".

It's not a "flaw", it's a stain that can be wiped off with a careful wipe...

Skills can be improved as long as they are polished, but this kind of appeal is really the category of talent.

He "sees" a genius, and there is still such a vast room for improvement in front of this genius, people can't help but look forward to how far his future will go.

Xi Wu couldn't help but follow the voice and look over. Although he couldn't see the face clearly from a distance, he could still see it from a distance. It was a young boy.

Xi Wu could hardly hold back and wanted to exchange contact information with the other party immediately.

The teenager may lack a good enough teacher to guide him, but it doesn't matter, he can introduce it for him.

——With the talent of the other party, even the Mr. Anselm who threatened to never accept his disciples could not help but be moved by it.

And digging out such a genius with his own hands has a far more attractive attraction for all people like him.

He couldn't wait to see the scene where the rough jade was polished and bloomed brilliantly.

At any rate, he was still sane, and Xi Wu still knew that it would be too reckless to go there so directly.He raised his hand to ask the waiter to ask, but he noticed Wen Zhong's expression on the opposite side first.

Xi Wu:? ? ?

He froze for a moment, and couldn't help but look more carefully.

Although to be exact, there is only a relationship between two sides, but the special temperament of the young man is impressive enough. Xi Wu recalled it a little, and immediately recognized the other party.

The boy at the art exhibition that day...

——It turned out to be him! ! !