My wife is a passerby villain

Yin Hang's chopsticks for picking vegetables stopped in mid-air, and he was speechless for a moment.

Strictly speaking, the other parties are still two underage little girls.

Although I am still a minor now, my real age is almost thirty.

He really never considered their feelings, only the so-called progress of the plan.

Sure enough, with my emotional intelligence, any gal game will end in B, how dare I touch porcelain feelings...

"sorry."

"How are your grades?" Jiang Shiyun suddenly changed the subject.

"Probably..." Yin Hang knew that the other party wanted to give him a step down, but he couldn't express his own results, so he could only shake his head helplessly and said: "Around 600, right?"

This is the theoretical score calculated based on the situation where geography can be passed, other subjects can be performed normally, and there are no questions from Ge Jun.

"Oh, that's awesome. No wonder I'm so good at math." Jiang Shiyun smiled lightly and said, "If I have any questions that I don't know, can I ask you?"

"Can."

This conversation reminded Yin Hang of his own senior year in high school.

That was a time dominated by a bunch of big animals with perfect scores for Koko.

Forget it, it’s better not to think about it.

"Hey, are you done chatting? I'm coming back after chatting!" An Tong trotted back, carrying a plastic bag with three glasses of orange juice in it.

After Yin Hang took the cup hesitantly, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and said, "How much is it?"

An Tong slapped Yin Hang on the back and said, "What's the money? You can pay for it next time!"

"Do you have a mobile phone?" Jiang Shiyun asked curiously.

"Day students are allowed..."

Yin Hang noticed something halfway through his words, and his face gradually became serious.

Do I have a mobile phone?

That’s it, I forgot to leave it in the office!

Yin Hang did not participate in the exchange for the rest of the time, but hurriedly ate.

He had to send the phone back before the class teacher discovered it.

But it was really painful to eat the rice that was taken away from the side dishes.

Five minutes later, when she saw Yin Hang was about to leave with the dinner plate, An Tong stopped him angrily and said, "Wait a minute, let's go together?"

"Sorry, something is urgent."

Yin Hang had just finished eating, but he still rushed to the office despite the discomfort in his stomach.

I'm very unlucky, my class teacher has dinner in the office.

Yin Hang ran in furiously, and ended up looking at each other for three seconds with his head teacher who was chewing noodles.

In these three seconds, Yin Hang had already thought about where to stand in the afternoon.

The trash can is a nice place, and you can lean against the wall when you're tired.

In order to obtain a reduced sentence, Yin Hang took the initiative to surrender and immediately handed over his mobile phone. He said that he was not used to it on the first day and it was not a subjective mistake.

It's just that the remaining 67% of power makes Yin Hang somewhat embarrassed.

I used it too much on the bus in the morning. It was cold at that time and the electricity was wasted very quickly!

When Yin Hang was being taught a lesson and was about to return to the classroom, a boy wearing an autumn school uniform, who had been waiting for a long time by leaning against the railing with his chest in his arms, started to walk towards him.

"Hello, classmate."

Yin Hang didn't know this boy who looked very clean and sunny.

The other person stretched out his hand as if he wanted to shake his hand.

Do high school students practice such solemn etiquette now?

"Who are you?" Yin Hang stretched out his hand, held it and asked doubtfully.

"My name is Qin Shimao, can we chat sometime?"

…

At 5:27 p.m., Yin Hang was the last to leave the classroom, filled with doubts.

The timing of the other party's appearance was so coincidental, but he couldn't refuse.

After gathering his thoughts for a moment, Yin Hang walked to the west staircase, bypassed the football field and went to the sports equipment room.

Two minutes later, Qin Shimao came over with the key and a big bag in his hand and went in together.

There is a small compartment in the equipment room, which is filled with many discarded items, as well as torn socks and underwear that appear here for unknown reasons.

Qin Shimao took out a relatively clean cushion, patted it, and invited Yin Hang to sit down.

After Yin Hang sat down cautiously, Qin Shimao opened the plastic bag, flipped through it and asked:

"Drink or drink?"

"drinks."

"Drinks are not conducive to deep conversation." Qin Shimao handed Yin Hang a bottle of canned beer.

Yin Hang doesn't like drinking, not to mention that he is still underage.

But after all, I am the passive party.

He opened the lid, clinked glasses with the other person and took a sip. Yin Hang immediately felt something was wrong and looked at the liquid inside with a solemn expression.

It's a fizzy carbonated cola.

"Want Sprite?" Qin Shimao tapped the can in Yin Hang's hand with his index finger.

The Coca Cola seemed to have faded and melted instantly. At the same time, the liquid level that dropped after taking a sip also slowly rose.

Yin Hang remained silent and tasted it again. It turned into Sprite just as the other party said.

Yin Hang looked at Qin Shimao, who stretched out his hand slightly to thank him and said, "How about this magic?"

"Very good," Yin Hang shook the can, took a sip of Sprite and asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

"You should have guessed it, it's about magic."

"I can't do magic."

"But you like magic." Qin Shimao said, pushing a mobile phone to him from the mat.

Yin Hang frowned slightly.

This is his mobile phone, and he remembers the cracks on the screen very clearly.

"Don't get me wrong, your phone is still in the office, it was just a magic trick." Qin Shimao explained.

After Yin Hang hesitated for a moment, he picked up the phone and found that it was unusually light, like a plastic case, but after pressing the power button, it started normally.

The web browsing history of this phone is exactly the same as my own. Even if I type yh on the keyboard, the word Yin Hang will pop up by default.

"Is this magic too?"

"certainly."

"So, after looking at my browsing history, you think I like magic?" Yin Hang pushed the phone back: "What's the purpose?"

"You know." Qin Shimao said with emotion: "This world will become a stage, and countless magicians will compete to appear on the stage."

"The dazzling magician will stay in the center of the stage, while the dull magician will be kicked off."

"I don't want to be a magician who begs for applause, but an unknown magic assistant."

"This way I can at least step down with dignity."

After Qin Shimao said the last sentence, he raised his hand and drank the beer in the can.

Yin Hang sat next to him, squinting his eyes and trying to be a good listener.

At this age, he likes to be mysterious, which he can understand.

But this metaphor is really good.

I just can't quite understand it.

Finally, he cooperated and asked: "So?"

"It's very simple," Qin Shimao said with a smile: "I need someone to pretend to be a magician and share the stage with me."