Ji Qianming's hair stood up under the beautiful woman's gaze. He quickly looked away, took out the key card, and swiped it on the door.
With the sound of the door, Ji Qianming's figure disappeared behind the door.
"Master, what's the problem with that man?" Seeing the beautiful woman's thoughtful expression, the girl asked, her voice sounding like the sound of nature.
The beautiful woman shook her head, took a deep look at the door, and turned to leave.
At this time, Ji Qianming in the room saw the two people leaving through the peephole, and his hanging heart was finally relieved.
He took a long breath, he was really evil today, he muttered.
Only then did he have the opportunity to look at the room, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Hey guys, this is the presidential suite.
The luxurious living room is equipped with a neat set of European-style furniture. The wine cabinet on one side displays several rows of red wines, each with a four-digit price tag. Indoor cinema, oversized bathtub, and even an Xbox...
Are Gou Chen's people treated so well on business trips? He stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, taking in most of Zhenjiang, and couldn't help but yearn for Gouchen College.
Excited Ji Qianming looked here and touched there, having a great time.
When he had enough fun, he lay down on the big round bed and closed his eyes comfortably.
As an orphan, the most luxurious place he had ever stayed in was a three-star hotel. At that time, it seemed that he and Li Tao shared a room to participate in a subject competition and spent a full fifty oceans.
By the way, I haven't tried the Dreamer ability yet. Ji Qianming suddenly thought.
He jumped up from the bed, closed his eyes, and silently activated the dreamer leaf pattern.
Not beyond the scope of ability, familiar to oneself...
Ji Qianming thought for a while and began to outline the shape of an object in his mind. In the pop-up window, the leaf pattern of "Imaginary" was shining.
Suddenly, his hand was heavy, and an object appeared out of thin air.
He opened his eyes and saw a schoolbag lying quietly in his arms.
Success!
Ji Qianming was delighted. As a student who had just experienced the hard life of high school, he was very familiar with his schoolbag. This time, he didn't have to put much effort into it.
He suddenly became more playful and materialized pens, pillows, lamps, and other things one by one. However, every time an object was materialized, the previously materialized things would disappear, just as he had guessed before.
Can I reveal the devil's right arm now? It suddenly occurred to Ji Qianming that this idea lingered in his mind. Although he knew it was unlikely, he still wanted to try it.
Then he closed his eyes and began to carefully outline the appearance of the devil's right arm in his mind.
After a moment, he opened his eyes again and was stunned.
As he had guessed, the demon's right arm was not manifested, but what appeared was something he never expected.
It was a familiar, long-lost blue rose.
Ji Qianming sat quietly on the bed, looking at the rose, which looked like a sculpture.
The most profound impression on my subconscious mind is actually this rose...
There was a trace of bitterness in his heart, and all the past events appeared in front of his eyes. It was obvious that they only happened two days ago, but it seemed like a lifetime ago.
But it was just a hint. He knew clearly that ever since he chose to leave Fatty Cui, he would never be able to return to his ordinary life. After all, he and she were still people from two different worlds, so what was there to be sad about?
He shook his head, putting these distracting thoughts behind him, and took out a note from his pocket.
On the front is a phone number and on the reverse is an address.
No. 43, Qili Lane, Zongze Road.
Ji Qianming simply tidied up and prepared to open the door and leave.
Suddenly he paused, suddenly remembered something, turned around and took out three small mirrors from his schoolbag and put them into his pocket, and then he went out with peace of mind.
There was just a click of the door, and then the whole room fell into silence.
…
It's dusk.
The pale yellow sunshine shines on the street, and pedestrians are rushing along the road like a tide. The road is even more blocked with water, and piercing whistles are heard one after another.
A young man stood at the entrance of an alley, looking up at the street sign.
Qili Lane, this is it.
Ji Qianming walked down the alley, counting the cards from house to house.
This alley is very old, with uneven gray bricks on the walls and large tracts of vines entwining them.
There are not many shops open in the alley, most of them are shabby cigarette shops and hardware stores. The rest have tightly fitted rolling shutter doors with patches of moss growing on them. It looks like no one has been here for a long time.
I saw almost no other pedestrians along the way, and the entire alley looked lonely and deserted in the dusk.
Suddenly, Ji Qianming stopped at the door of a store. The small iron piece at the door of the store was covered with large amounts of rust, but the number 43 could still be vaguely made out.
I saw that the door of this store was closed tightly, and a large piece of gauze covered the transparent glass door. Through the gauze, you could see a faint pink light emanating from inside.
There are four large characters posted on both sides of the store door in bright red letters.
Adult health care, sex toys.
In Ji Qianming's heart, there were ten thousand grass-mud horses galloping past, his face was ashen, and he just wanted to beat a certain fat man severely.
What the hell is this? Why is my notice in a store like this?
Forcibly resisting the urge to turn around and leave, Ji Qianming went through a battle between heaven and man and finally walked in bravely.
Jingle Bell.
The bell on the door rang, and Ji Qianming felt a strange smell coming, and then he finally saw the true face of this store.
Under the pink light, a small counter was placed in the middle of the store, with a rusty iron shelf on each side, which was filled with a dazzling array of indescribable products.
Ji Qianming's eyelids jumped. This was really just an ordinary adult products store.
Just when Ji Qianming was about to turn around and leave, an old man wearing a white vest and waving a cattail fan came out of the small door.
"Young man, are you here to buy something? We have everything here, I'm sure you'll be satisfied!"
The old man's angry voice came, with a hint of impropriety.
Ji Qianming's face turned red and he hesitated: "No, I'm not here to buy anything. I'm here to get my admission notice..."
He really wanted to slap himself at this moment, come to this kind of store to get the admission notice, who would believe it?
"oh?"
The old man raised his eyebrows, looked at Ji Qianming carefully for a while, and took out two packages from under the cabinet.
"May I have your name?"
"Ji Qianming." Ji Qianming answered honestly.
"Here, here is your admission notice." The old man put on his reading glasses and after identifying it for a while, handed over a package.
Ji Qianming: "..."
Is this really possible? Put your admission notice in an adult supplies store. What kind of fairy school is this?
Complaints remain complaints, but Ji Qianming still accepted the package honestly.
"Young man is good, work hard." The old man patted him on the shoulder, "Come to me if you want to buy anything in the future, and I will give you a discount."
The uncle blinked at Ji Qianming tomorrow with a lewd smile and an expression that said, "You know what you know."
"Thank...thank you, uncle."
Ji Qianming was speechless for a while, and it took him a long time to say thank you.
So embarrassing! Ji Qianming felt that his embarrassed cancer was coming, and he just wanted to leave quickly.
Just as he turned to leave, the bell on the door rang again.
Jingle Bell.
The two of them looked at the same time and saw a handsome young man walking in. He looked around the store, his stern expression not changing at all.
This guy can do it. He can even enter a store like this without changing his expression. He is a master. Ji Qianming thought to himself.
"I'll get the admission notice." The young man said calmly.
The old man raised his eyebrows: "Name?"
"Zhang Fan."