The National Director is Mr. Perfect

It was late at night, but now I only feel the silence is terrible.

Jiang Yi paused for a few seconds before touching Junci's forehead: "Cizi, didn't you wake up?"

Jun Ci patted his palm: "It doesn't mean that you haven't been awake. Then you can just play it as I said."

She wanted to lie down again, and was pulled by Jiang Yi: "That's still wrong, why does the piano take selfies?"

Jun Ci tilted his head to look at him: "Guess?"

Jiang Yi: "..."

If he can guess it, he still needs to ask Junci?

His handsome brows wrinkled tighter for a while, and he felt a little unsure of what to do when holding Junci, pursing his thin lips, thinking about the piano: "I felt that something was wrong with the piano a long time ago."

It's just that I didn't feel anything at that time, until today I saw the piano taking selfies, and I suddenly realized that playing the piano is enough for a dog to do something against humans.

"Jiang Yi, I'll tell you something, just treat me as if I didn't wake up and talk in sleep."

Now that Jiang Yi has seen it, Jun Ci does not intend to hide it.

"What's more, we are also getting engaged. It is better to make some things clear as soon as possible. If you feel unacceptable, just think about it early."

The boy's voice was slightly lower, because her sleepiness contained a lazy smell, she lay on the pillow, Jiang Yi looked at her, her face suddenly turned pale: "Are you cheating?"

The young man stretched out his finger to point his forehead and pushed back: "You are out?!"

It's really a silly Jiang, he's just talking about piano again.

Jun Ci deliberated for a moment, and then he told Shu Jie the same thing last time, and said it all at once, but the opening was particularly illusory: "Jiang Yi, do you believe there is a corpse to return to life in this world?"

Probably this sentence is too ruining the human three-view rule, so Jiang Yi couldn't say anything for a while.

I have always lived in a compound and I am used to seeing all kinds of things in the world. Of course, I don't believe in such things as feudal superstition.

But looking at the boy's seriousness, he realized that the next words might fall below his three views.

Sure enough, the story that Jun Ci told completely broke his imagination.

"...Later, this crown prince was swallowed by a black hole, and when she woke up again, she was already an ordinary third-year high school student. She lived again in an era that she did not know tens of thousands of years ago, and came to a man named Earth. Planet, in a few months, she will face the college entrance examination."

The boy's tone became more relaxed, and even when he said this, he leaned on the pillow and looked at Jiang Yi. His eyes in the dark were as bright as stars: "Do you believe what I said?"

Jiang Yi: "..."

If the piano's self-portrait just now fell below the Three Views, the story that Jun Ci tells now is simply challenging Jiang Yi's tolerance.

His heart thumped wildly, he only felt like jumping out of his throat, his throat was dry, and he didn't know what he could say for a while.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man on the pillow. He was obviously close at hand, and at that moment there was a particularly distant hazy feeling.

For the first time, Jiang Yi was not afraid and fearful, but flustered.

He sat on the side of the bed with knees bent, holding Jun Ci's palm, his tone was slightly cramped: "Is this true? Ci Ci, is this story you telling true?"

In fact, there was already a faint shake in my heart.