Total Conceit: Begins To Carry The Confucian Students Through Everyday Life

A fine silver filament stretched longer and longer in the air.

Ba Bai raised his head and gasped a few times with a blank expression.

Look at the clock on the wall.

Ten, ten minutes....

A slight tingling pain in the back of the neck irritates the nerves.

It was the nail print that Sakurajima subconsciously pinched when he wrapped his neck around.

Yi gave birth to a son without swearing, Ba Bai really just wanted to share a little of his too high sense of existence.

It's true!

The back is all moved by Sakurajima himself....

Lowered his head, looked at Sakurajima who was looking at himself with a blushing face, the corners of his mouth were closed, and his crystal eyes had a look of Ren Juncaijie.

Ba Bai was silent for a long time.

Suddenly something went wrong....

Taking a long deep breath and looking at Ba Bai who was looking at him, Sakurajima sat up straight, looked at the mirror in front of him, turned his hands back, and brushed the long hair behind him:

"Mr. Scumbag's goal has been achieved, do you regret it now?"

He said, as if he was convincing Babai, and he seemed to be convincing himself:

"It's okay, after all, I'm just a ghost that only Mr. Babeth can see."

Silent, Ba Bai took out his mobile phone and opened the web page.

The last time I saw half of the video, it appeared again.

Place your phone in front of Sakurajima.

"This is, what?" Tilting his head in confusion, Sakurajima took the phone.

"People are very curious about Mai Sakurajima, do you have anyone you like, if you don't mind, can you tell us about this?"] The host put his hands on his legs and looked at Sakurajima with a curious expression.

"Yes, people you like..." Sakurajima's index finger touched his chin, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and then he shook his head helplessly:

"Not yet..."

The host said with a smile.

Looking at the video on the screen, Sakurajima looked up at Bahaku with a blank expression.

"Recovered." Ba Bai nodded and said.

"When?" Sakurajima asked.

"Just now." Scratching his head, Ba Bai turned and returned to the other side of the round table.

"Just now?" Sakurajima tilted his head thoughtfully, and then the corners of his mouth rose slightly, looking at

Ba Bai:

"Has Mr. Ba Bai been paying attention to me?"

Or is it a subconscious look under guilt? "

“... It's cumbersome to explain. Frowning, Ba Bai explained, and then looked at Sakurajima:

"Let's go, let's go buy ingredients, you'll know."

“... Is it... Good. After hesitating for a moment, Sakurajima sighed in relief and nodded.

Dressed neatly, Sakurajima put on a mask, and neither of them is the type who has a lot of thieves.

So it only took a few minutes for the two to walk out of the house.

Standing on the side of the road, Ba Bai stretched out his hand, and the passing taxis whizzed by, but no one stopped.

Lowering his hand, Ba Bai turned and walked towards the nearby department store.

Sakurajima hurriedly followed with a puzzled look, his face a little unhappy:

"It's really excessive, those taxis."

Sideways raised an eyebrow, Ba Bai glanced at Sakurajima and shook his head:

"It's none of their business."

Sakurajima looked at Bahaku stunned.

"What's wrong?" Ba Bai asked strangely.

"No, I was surprised to suddenly find that Mr. Babai actually has an understanding side." Shaking his head and saying, Sakurajima quickly followed Babai.

"So what do you think I look like." Bahaku asked after glancing at Sakurajima.

"Hmm..." his brows furrowed slightly, remembering when he was in that abandoned factory, he woke up from his coma and saw the dark red blood clot on Ba Bai's neck:

"Tyrannical, cold, strong."

“... That was quite misunderstood for me. As a mature reader, I think I have nothing but humble and gentle, handsome and dashing, Yushu Linfeng and graceful, talented and wealthy, and a gentleman.

Ba Bai retorted solemnly.

Taking a deep breath, Sakurajima looked at Babai with a serious face:

"I think too much narcissism is a kind of perversion, can Mr. Babai understand?"

Pouting disdainfully, disdainful to say more about people who cannot understand their own strengths.

The two walked a long way in silence and finally arrived at the department store.

The burly body is an ordinary overlooked fish in the flow of people, rippling with the waves.

Sakurajima pulled Babai behind him with a puzzled look, like a cat that had been brushed against his hair, and glared viciously at the strange man who was pushing the car if no one was coming.

With a blank look at the distance between himself and the girl, the boy touched his head with a confused look, just as if the other party stepped into a special time, did not want to take it, and pushed the car to leave.

Glancing at Ba Bai, who was casually selecting the ingredients he wanted, he was doing difficult movements in the flow of people like a piece of paper.

Sakurajima's face gradually became puzzled:

"This is, what's going on?"

“...？" With the ingredients in his hand, Ba Bai turned to look at the supermarket, hesitated for a moment, and said seriously:

"It's probably because of the weekend, so the flow of people is relatively large."

Glancing at the supermarket's gaze that was always casually looking at him, Sakurajima took a deep breath:

"You know I'm not talking about this."

I thought that after wearing a mask, I was no different from ordinary girls, but there were always people who looked at me inexplicably, but it was not like discovering my identity.

It's like... Usually you are the same....

It feels like....

Me and yours, swapped?

"Almost, Miss Sakurajima is quite smart." Raised his eyebrows, casually put the selected ingredients into the car in front of Sakurajima, Ba Bai patted the shoulder of the boy next to him, looked at him with a blank look on his face, and then suddenly moved his body.

Then after a while, it moved again.

I couldn't help but smile:

"But not to the extent of yours, it's half an Akarin type."

"Why?" Looking at Babai suspiciously, Sakurajima asked,

"Can I change back?"

"Of course." The corners of Ba Bai's mouth raised slightly:

"In fact, I just wanted to share your sense of existence, so that the sense of existence between us can maintain the level of ordinary people, but your last hug made me stunned for a long time, so I accidentally divided more."

But now I suddenly find that this is actually not bad, after all, the excessive sense of existence usually gives me a headache. "

Points, points, a sense of existence?" Sakurajima looked at Bahaku blankly.

"Well, my ability is used to distract the ever-increasing sense of existence." Turning to look at Sakurajima with a smile, Babel said

, "But I'm not a star,

and I don't have that preference."

So don't say it, otherwise if someone comes to me and begs for kiss, I'll have a headache. "

...," Sakurajima looked at Bahaku.

For a long time, he took a deep breath:

"Are you the protagonist with mysterious power in urban cool dramas?"

"It's not much different." Babai nodded

and after Sakurajima was stunned for a moment, he muttered

,

"This is really... Unexpected joy..."