MTL - The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo-Chapter 150 : Select (one)

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I'm dying.

Looking at the scene in front of her, she thought so.

The huge plane is like a small boat parked in the blue sea of ​​clouds.

Outside the window is a huge fireball.

That is the sun.

The sun is slowly waking up, opening its fiery red eyes like a giant beast.

The extreme high temperature it exudes baked the candy-like plane, and the caramel-like silver sugar juice fell toward the world.

She felt that the clothes on her body were burning, and there was nothing left.

The breath of death blows.

"Are we going to die?" said the female passenger next to him.

"That's needless to say! Take the last chance and do it well!" said a male passenger as he undressed.

The woman watched them quietly.

"Aren't you going to do it?" The men looked at her eagerly, "Everyone is dying."

"Get a partner!" The women also came over to persuade her, "You don't want to be a virgin before you die, do you?"

They rolled on the ground excitedly without being afraid, entangled with each other on the ground, and then they were soaked into a pool of blood by the sun, and they were shaken to the world, and in the middle they were blown into cherry blossoms by the wind.

"I don't need it, thank you." The woman turned to look at the flight attendant, "Give me a glass of vodka."

"Okay, do you want to add juice?"

"Yes, please use a 5:5 ratio."

getting closer.

The huge and scorching sun roared, and the hot flames flowed overwhelmingly. She looked down, and the bank and commercial buildings were crumbling.

"It's the end of the world, it's really rare." The flight attendant said.

"Aren't you afraid?" the woman asked.

"There's nothing to be afraid of," the stewardess said. "That person will definitely come." "It will definitely come!" The stewardess said again firmly.

"Who?"

"Yu Xian is young."

"Here he is! Here he is!"

As if turning back time, the dead people who turned into cherry blossoms were resurrected in mid-air, lifted up by a strange force, and sat back on the plane again.

They cheered.

A young giant like the sky, thin and stalwart.

His handsome face gleamed in the sun.

"Don't be afraid, everyone! I'm here!" Yu Xianzhi shouted loudly.

He punched the sun behemoth, and the sun was screaming. Finally, he fired a laser and shot the sun.

"It's a supernova laser!"

"That's Yu Xianzhi's big move!"

"I am the light of mankind!" Yu Xianzhi made several strange gestures in a row and flew towards the universe.

The sun was destroyed by him, and countless burning fragments were smashed into the world like giant hammers, and people were running like ants on the ground.

"Save people to the end, you bastard!"

"How can you blame him, he's out of power! The lights on his chest are flashing!"

"Damn, I hope he recharges quickly."

Turning away from the crowd, she climbed to the top of the plane and watched the huge and bright fiery meteorite smash down from the top.

"Smash me to death! Please destroy me!" Her fingers grabbed the edge of the shattered skirt, then opened her mouth wide, as if to swallow the meteorite into her stomach.

But it's too big to swallow.

My mouth was blocked by something and I couldn't breathe.

As if being strangled by her neck, her chest bulged.

save me, save me.

She shouted in her heart, looking at the boy who flew far away.

......

"Mrs. Dansheng, Mrs. Dansheng, Miss Dansheng Huazhi?"

"Wake up! Wake up."

In an instant, the consciousness of the mountain and tsunami was pulled back, and the sound of the body cutting through the air was heard.

"Huh?" The woman sat up with sweat in an instant.

"The plane is about to land, let me remind you." The flight attendant smiled and said to her, "That, your mouth?"

"Huh?" Dansheng Huazhi lowered his head, stunned, and spit out the contents of his mouth into the plate.

It was the bread stick she brought back from New Zealand, so big and hard, that she gnawed on it until she fell asleep.

She laughed for no reason, as if remembering something, and turned her head to look out the window.

There were no clouds in the sky, the plane was slowly landing, the sun was shining like debris on the wide lawn, the ice cubes in the glass were melting, her fingers were soaked in the misty water, and she drank the vodka juice inside. do.

"The special car to pick you up has arrived," the flight attendant said.

"Let the car wait for me outside," she said.

She walked down with her bag, and fell several times because of her weak legs.

In the bathroom, the compartment door was closed.

Dansheng Huazhi undid the kimono, threw the soaked undergarments into the trash can, then took out a bag of disposable **** and put them on, and washed Nianhuhu's fingers with water.

She achieved **** in a dream.

No, not in a dream, but in that mysterious consciousness.

Dreams are reflections of reality.

It was still late at night when she departed from New Zealand, when the reversal news of Yu Xianzhisheng's hype about wading into the line just broke out on the Internet, and the sound of scolding came into her eyes.

There is no doubt that she likes this child very much in her heart, otherwise she would not have specially chartered a plane to come back overnight. For her, this kind of explosive news is tantamount to the horror of the end of the world.

She was caught off guard, and she asked herself whether it was right to come back on a chartered flight for him, and she was drowned like a huge tide of loss in her heart.

Then, when the plane entered the sky over Japan, her mobile phone received the signal again. After reading all the news, she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and then fell asleep.

That dream was everything she had experienced.

Reversing and reversing, she had never seen such a child before. It was a heroic feat, which shocked her from the inside to the outside, from the soul to the body.

This is a feeling I haven't tasted in a long time.

Cool, so cool!

Mrs. Dansheng carried her bag and got into the special car of the New National Theater.

There is still one hour before the broadcast, so it is not too late, but it is definitely not too early, but as a national-level female writer, being late will also be regarded as an expression of personality by people.

Literature is extremely flawed in this world, and her status is very important to the Japanese literary committee.

To be honest, she is a sensitive and delicate woman, and she is a little timid, and doesn't like to show her face in public, but this time she couldn't help but want to show herself up.

She twisted her legs, feeling impatient.

"Are you Mrs. Danson?" the female driver asked in surprise through the rearview mirror.

As a well-known lazy dog ​​in the industry, Mrs. Dansheng rarely appears on TV shows. Occasionally, she participates in the show once or twice to promote her new book.

The last time I saw her was at the opening ceremony of the first season of "Battle of the Son". She is a screenwriter and should show her face.

"Yes." Mrs. Danson shrugged.

Got caught on the spot!

"Ah, I especially like the "Battle of the Child" that you wrote!" The female driver excitedly said, "Can you give a spoiler about that, which one will Xiaotaro go to?"

Mrs. Danson was silent.

I'm not a little Taro, how would I know that the character has been written to life, from a determined and brave young man to the lingering of the gentle township, whether he can make changes is his own business, as a screenwriter, in the role After coming back to life, she is only responsible for writing and cannot interfere with the wishes of the character itself.

"I'm sorry, I'm talking too much." The female driver is very observant. "Well, do you have plans for a second season?"

"There is this one," said Mrs. Danson, creating a new folder in her head.

As the top big river drama on the market at present, "Battle of the Son" has broken several broadcast records, and the shooting of the second season has also been put on the schedule. Just after the fall, the Starlight Awards competition also ended.

"Will Kotaro's actor be changed?" the female driver suddenly asked.

"Not sure yet," said Mrs. Danson.

"I don't think the current actors are good enough. You might as well consider Yu Xianjun, that child..." The female driver suddenly bragged.

This female driver is also a fan of Yubao? !

Mrs. Dansheng seemed to realize something. She looked at the bustling Tokyo through the car window. It turned out that before she knew it, Yu Xianzhisheng's influence had spread so terrifyingly among the people, not only on the Internet, but also on the Internet. Everyone knows it in life.

But just ten days ago, no one knew his name.

One step at a time, she thought.

The car audio suddenly turned to Yu Xianzhisheng's "Red Chili Pepper". The two women suddenly closed their mouths and stopped talking. They just enjoyed this clean and clear voice. His exclusive voice, once he heard it, he would never forget it. Lose.

The car stopped in front of the New National Theater.

Mrs. Dansheng walked to the studio through the VIP channel. As soon as she saw the female director, she ran up, her tongue curled, and her speech was incoherent: "Well, what about Yu Xianzhisheng?"

The female director looked at her in surprise and replied, "He's in the studio."

"Which number is he playing?" asked Mrs. Danson.

"Eleventh," said the female director.

This is the best position. Although they had made a fuss about Oolong before and they were afraid to transfer Yu Xianzhisheng to the last place, they quickly adjusted back after the storm was reversed. In a hurry, the notification was wrong. The staff thought that Yu Xianzhi was the first to come on stage, and hurried to inform him.

The kid didn't notice either, he was about to go on stage with the microphone in hand, but fortunately he was stopped. For the program crew, the further back his appearance was, the higher the ratings would be. It's all advertising fees, and there is no harm if there is no comparison. This child is currently the sweet and pastry of the TV station.

"Then do you need to put on makeup? You will be on the jury later." After all, facing a famous female writer, the female director asked with concern.

"No need." Mrs. Danson ran away.

......

In the studio, Yu Xianzhisheng was sending an email to Yin. In order to repay the kindness he performed on the last mission, he agreed to let Yin be the first to hear the new song.

The demos of the three songs were sent, and I simply sang a few lines with the melody.

Yin quickly replied to the message: "Brilliant."

At the same time, she also said a few more words. The Yuan family members are also looking forward to his performance, especially the old man of the Yuan family who never watched TV after watching the news. He specially came to their room to be with them. Waiting in front of the TV.

"The old man is very interested in you." The hidden mail said.

Yu Xianzhi smiled and put away the phone.

After a series of reactions, he knew that there was a halo hanging over his head, and this halo could still be enjoyed for many years, as long as he did not announce the news of love or marriage, it would continue.

Well, I don't know what the expressions of his mother fans will be when that day comes, whether it's a blessing crying with joy, or a group of sad and sad people getting out of the pit, but getting out of the pit must not happen, these domineering mothers love him. It's too bad, they can't wait to give him all their hearts. After all, they want to watch this child grow up a little bit, and they should be reluctant to bear it.

In the same way, he himself does not know which woman will marry him in the future, whether she is good-looking or not, her **** are not big, and her personality is warm or gentle.

But this 'daughter-in-law' is really hard to pick.

The mother fans will definitely not let him marry a girl they don't like casually. At that time, there may be another national storm.

He looked at the clock on the wall. There was still half an hour before the start of the competition. All the players sitting beside him were already nervous, and some of their hands were shaking. After all, no matter how old the players were, they were still teenagers. In the face of such a super stage show that is broadcast all over Japan, it is impossible not to be nervous.

Yu Xian Zhisheng crossed Erlang's legs and looked relaxed.

Song Yuanlang on the side looked at him, his face was a little ugly~www.novelbuddy.com~ Although he felt a little embarrassed, he had to accept the character of this young man. , that was an absolute fortune for three lifetimes, but the youths were so high-spirited that they couldn't help themselves, so he could only watch from the side.

And this guy's mentality is also very good, the old **** is there, leaning on the chair and dangling his legs, there is no nervous expression at all, it seems that he is not here to play, but to play, just a fan and a teapot .

But how should I put it, the mentality is good, and this is still the place to talk about strength. I have a T1-level piano piece in my hand, plus my super high performance level, it will be the best in this venue. young.

No matter how the outside world praises Yu Xianzhisheng and treats him like a god. As long as his own strength can be crushed, this child is still nothing to be afraid of. The judges attach the most importance to strength, and there is no such thing as eccentricity.

Based on this, everyone is fair.

The door of the Houbo Hall was suddenly pushed open, and the players were all stunned.

The beautiful woman in kimono rushed inside despite the blockage of the program team. It stands to reason that before the competition starts, it is strictly forbidden for the judges to meet the contestants, but Mrs. Dansheng's cards are too big, so they can only block it symbolically, not at all. not live.

Mrs. Dansheng walked straight to Yu Xianzhisheng, her face flushed with panting.

Yu Xianzhi raised his head to look at her, but before he could react, the beautiful woman pulled down the belt of her kimono, lowered her head and whispered in his ear, "Do you want some milk, baby?"

The leisurely look on Yu Xianzhisheng's small face disappeared, like being struck by lightning.

The players next to him were all dumbfounded.

Ryo Matsubara felt like he was having a delirious nightmare.