The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

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I'm dying.

She thought as she looked at the scene in front of her.

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

Outside the plane window was a huge fireball.

That's the sun.

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

The extreme high temperature it emitted melted the candy-like airplane, and the caramel-like silvery sugar juice fell toward the world.

She felt that the clothes on her body were burning, and there was no trace left.

The breath of death came to my face.

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

"That goes without saying! Take advantage of the last chance and do it once!" A male passenger said while taking off his clothes.

The woman looked at them quietly.

"Don't you do it?" The men looked at her longingly, "Everyone is going to die."

"Hurry up and find 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 in excitement rather than fear. They were entangled with each other on the ground. Then they were turned into a pool of blood by the sun, and fell to the earth with a splash. In the process, they were blown away by the wind and turned into cherry blossoms.

"No, thank you." The woman turned to look at the flight attendant, "Give me a glass of vodka."

"Okay, would you like some juice?"

"If you want it, please give it in a ratio of 5:5."

Getting closer.

The huge, scorching sun roared, and hot fire slurry flowed overwhelmingly. She looked down and saw that banks and commercial buildings were crumbling, hospitals were collapsing toward the ground, railways and subways were cut off in the middle, and tsunamis were roaring.

"It's the end of the world. It's really rare." said the stewardess.

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

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

"who?"

"Yuxian is naive."

"He's coming! He's coming!"

As if going back in 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.

they cheered.

A young giant as tall as heaven and earth, thin and tall.

The handsome face shines in the sun.

"Don't be afraid, everyone! I'm coming!" Yu Xian shouted loudly.

He punched the giant sun beast, causing the sun to roar, and finally he fired a laser, exploding the sun.

"It's a supernova laser!"

"That's Yu Xian's childish ultimate move!"

"I am the light of humanity!" Yuxian Zhisheng made several strange gestures in succession and flew towards the universe.

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

"Save people until the end, you bastard!"

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

"Damn it, I hope he charges up quickly."

Facing away from the crowd, she climbed to the top of the plane and watched the huge and bright fiery meteorite hit her head.

"Please smash me to death! Please destroy me!" Her fingers grabbed the edge of the broken skirt, and then opened her small mouth wide, as if she wanted to swallow the meteorite into her stomach.

But I can't swallow it, it's too big.

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

Her chest swelled as if someone was strangling her.

Help me, help me.

She shouted in her heart, looking at the young man flying away.

...

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

"Wake up! Wake up."

In an instant, the consciousness of the roaring mountains and tsunami was brought back, and the sound of the body cutting through the air was heard.

"Huh?" The woman instantly sat up with sweat on her face.

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

"Huh?" Dansheng Huazhi lowered his head,

After a pause, he spat the contents of his mouth into the plate.

This was a bread stick she brought back from New Zealand. It was big and hard, and she gnawed it until she finally fell asleep.

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

It was cloudless and the plane was landing slowly. The sun shone like fragments on the vast lawn. The ice cubes in the glass were melting. Her fingers were covered with hazy water mist and she drank the vodka juice in one gulp. All.

"The special car to pick you up has arrived." the stewardess said.

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

She carried the bag and walked down, falling several times because of her weak legs. She held on to the handle and got into the ladies' washroom.

In his hands, he closed the compartment door.

Dan Sheng Hanae untied her kimono, threw the soaked underwear into the trash can, then took out a bag of disposable underwear from her bag and put it on, and washed Nian Huhu's fingers with water.

She had an orgasm in her dream.

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

Dreams are a reflection of reality.

It was late at night when she set off from New Zealand. At that time, the reversal news about Yu Xian's childish involvement in the scandal had just broken out on the Internet, and she saw the overwhelming scolding.

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

She was caught off guard and asked herself in her mind whether it was right to take this chartered flight back just for him. The huge loss in her heart overwhelmed her like a tide.

Then, when the plane entered the sky over Japan, her mobile phone received signals again. She read all the news, breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and fell asleep tiredly.

That dream was everything she had experienced.

Turning around again and again, she had never seen such a child before. It was such a heroic feat that shocked her from the inside out, from her soul to her body.

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

It’s so cool! It’s so cool!

Mrs. Dan Sheng took her bag and got on the special car for the New National Theater.

There was still an hour before the performance started, which was not too late, but it was definitely not too early. However, as a national-level female writer, being late would be regarded as a sign of personality.

Literature in this world is extremely flawed, and its status is very important to the Japanese Cultural Council.

To be honest, she is a sensitive and delicate woman, a little timid, and doesn't like to show her face in public, but this time she couldn't help but want to show off, and she couldn't hold back her restless heart unless she went to see the scene.

She twisted her legs, feeling impatient.

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

As a well-known lazy dog ​​in the industry, Mrs. Danson rarely appears on TV programs. She occasionally participates in programs once or twice to promote her new book.

The last time I saw her was at the launch ceremony of the first season of "Battle of the Sons". She was the screenwriter, so she should have made an appearance.

"Yes." Mrs. Dansheng shrank her head.

Got caught red-handed!

"Ah, I especially like your book "The Battle for the Son"!" the female driver said excitedly, "Can you tell us a little bit about that? Which restaurant will Kotaro go to?"

Mrs. Danson was silent.

I'm not Kotaro. How would I know that the character has already been written and brought to life, from a resolute and brave young man to the entanglement of a gentle country. Whether he can make changes is his own business. As a screenwriter, in the character After coming back to life, she is only responsible for writing and cannot interfere with the wishes of the character itself.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm too talkative." The female driver is very good at observing faces, "Um, are there any plans for a second season?"

"It does exist," Mrs. Denson said, creating a new folder in her head.

As the top river drama currently on the market, "Battle of the Sons" has broken several broadcast records, and the filming of the second season has also been put on the schedule. Just after the fall, the Star Awards competition will also end.

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

"That's not certain yet," said Mrs. Danson.

"I think today's actors are not good enough. You might as well consider Yuxian-kun. That kid..." The female driver suddenly praised her.

Is this female driver 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 unknowingly, Yu Xian's influence had spread so horribly among the people, not just 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 to reach heaven, she thought to herself.

The car stereo suddenly played "Red Hot Chili Peppers" by Yu Xian. The two women suddenly closed their mouths and stopped talking. They just enjoyed the clean and clear voice. His unique voice will never be forgotten after hearing it once. Lose.

The car stopped in front of the New National Theater.

Mrs. Dansheng walked to the director's room through the VIP channel. As soon as she saw the female director, she ran quickly, her tongue curled up, and she spoke incoherently: "Well, where is Yuxian Zhisheng?"

The female director looked at her in surprise and replied: "He is in the broadcast room."

"Who is he?" asked Mrs. Danson.

"No. 11." said the female director.

This is the best position. Although they were very afraid of the mistake and moved Yu Xianzhisheng to the last place, they quickly adjusted it back as soon as the situation was reversed. In the panic, they all made the wrong notification. The staff thought that Yu Xian was the first one to come on stage, so they hurried to notify him.

The kid didn't notice. He was about to go to the stage with a microphone. Fortunately, he was stopped. As far as the program team is concerned, the longer his appearance is delayed, the higher the ratings will be. Every minute and every second It's all advertising money. If there is no comparison, there will be no harm. This kid is currently the star of the TV station.

"Do you need to put on makeup? You will be on the judges' bench later." After all, she was facing a famous female writer. The female director asked caringly.

"No need." Mrs. Dansheng ran away in a hurry.

...

In the broadcast room, Yuxian Zhisheng was sending an email to Yin. In order to repay the kindness of the last mission, he promised to let Yin hear the new song first.

What was sent was a demo of three songs, with a few simple lines sung to the melody.

Yin quickly replied to the message: "Awesome."

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

"The old man is very interested in you." Yin's email said.

Yu Xian smiled naively and put the phone away.

After a series of reactions, he knew that he already had a halo hanging above his head. This halo could still be enjoyed for many years. As long as he did not announce the news of love or marriage to the public, it would continue.

Well, I don’t know what the expressions of his mother’s fans will be when that day comes, whether it will be a happy cry of blessing, or a sad and sad collective escape from the trap, but it will definitely not be a disaster, these domineering mothers love him, love him. It was so miserable that they wanted to give him their heart. After all, they wanted to watch this child grow up little by little, so they should be reluctant to let him go.

Similarly, he himself does not know which woman he will marry in the future, whether she is good-looking or not, whether she has big breasts, or whether she has a gentle personality.

But it's really hard to choose a 'daughter-in-law'.

Mother fans will definitely not let him marry a girl they don't like. By then, there may be another nationwide storm.

He looked at the clock on the wall. It was still half an hour before the game started. All the players sitting next to him were already looking nervous, and some of their hands were shaking a little. After all, no matter how old the players were, they were still teenagers. Facing this kind of super stage program that is broadcast all over Japan, it is impossible not to be nervous.

Yu Xian's childlike legs were crossed, looking relaxed.

Song Yuanlang looked at him on the side, his expression was a little ugly. Although he felt a little aggrieved, he had to accept the character of this young man. In short, he was not bad. If he could make friends with someone like him, it would be an absolute success. He was lucky to be born, but the young people were very angry and couldn't save their dignity, so he could only watch from the side.

And this guy's mentality is also very good. He is leaning on the chair and swinging his legs. He doesn't look nervous at all. It seems that he is not here to compete, but to play. All he needs is a fan and a teapot. .

But how can I put it, a good attitude is a good thing. After all, this is a place where strength speaks. With T1 level piano music in my hands, coupled with my super high performance level, I will definitely be the best in this venue. young.

No matter how much the outside world praises Yu Xian for his naivety, no matter how much he is regarded as a god. As long as his own strength can overwhelm him, he still has nothing to fear. The judges attach the most importance to strength and will not be biased.

Based on this, everyone is fair.

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

The beautiful woman in kimono broke in despite the blockage of the program crew. Logically speaking, judges and contestants were strictly prohibited from meeting before the competition started. However, Mrs. Dansheng's card was too big, so they could only block it symbolically, but not at all. Can't live.

Mrs. Dan Sheng walked directly in front of Yu Xian Zhisheng, her face slightly panting and red.

Yuxian raised his head to look at her. Before he could react, he saw this beautiful woman pulling down the belt of her kimono, lowering her head and whispering in his ear: "Would you like some milk, baby?"

The leisurely look on Yu Xian's childish face disappeared, as if struck by lightning.

The players nearby were all dumbfounded.

Matsubararo felt like he was having a delirious nightmare.