[Ordinary Man Quick Wear] There's something wrong with you, Son of Luck

"Tsk, Yu Bai didn't come because he had something to do, and he didn't even send a message in advance.

You said you would teach us how to shoot, and I have already chosen the gun.

By the way, does their family have a shooting range?

Let’s go have some fun on Saturday.”

Click, the door was pushed open from the outside. Qi Heng, who was about to put on his coat, turned his back to the door and did not dare to look back.

The original owner admired Song Yuyue, and after seeing how outstanding Song Yuyue was, he felt deeply inferior. He did not dare to confront Song Yuyue head-on, let alone express his feelings.

At least not in the early stages.

Qi Heng tried his best to put himself into the original owner's emotions.

"Yuyue, what are you looking at...huh?" Gu Mengzhou's last voice suddenly disappeared, and the entire locker room fell into silence.

Qi Heng almost subconsciously took out his sunglasses and baseball cap and put them on his head.

"Paparazzi?" Gu Mengzhou stared at the man sitting with his back to them at the end of the closed room with a suspicious tone.

Just as he was about to step forward to ask, he was stopped by Song Yuyue.

Song Yuyue shook her head, signaling Gu Mengzhou not to worry about it. Maybe he was just dressed a little strangely, so don't worry about it.

Gu Mengzhou "..." glanced at the uncle's back, reluctantly looking away, muttering

"Yuyue, just be kind. Some guys are waiting in the locker room. The camera memory card is still next to the bag. Who knows, they might be trying to take some secret photos."

Qi Heng: “!!”

He immediately put the memory card in his pocket. It was newly bought and he was just about to replace it with his small camera. He didn't expect these two guys to suddenly appear and catch him off guard.

The rustling sound of clothes being taken off might have been due to the presence of Qi Heng, who was suspected to be a paparazzi. The two of them did not speak to each other in the locker room the entire time.

Changing into shooting clothes takes a lot of time. Qi Heng thought that he couldn't take any secret photos, so he might as well wait for Song Yuyue to leave and then rummage through the wardrobe he used to see if there was any garbage left behind.

I failed to take the secret photo, but picking up some trash can help me make up for my character.

Originally, everyone was doing their own thing and their days were peaceful. Qi Heng had planned to go home and print 10 color photos of Song Yuyue and stick them on the head of the original owner's bed. That would mean he had completed his mission for today.

Suddenly, a figure leaned in front of him. Qi Heng was so frightened that he quickly held the backpack in his arms tightly. He looked so nervous, as if he was afraid that the young man would snatch his backpack away. His whole body was tense.

"Wow, what an old man, why is he wearing a mask and sunglasses in the locker room? It's really suspicious."

Gu Mengzhou touched his chin and looked at Qi Heng.

Just by looking at his body shape and temperament, you can tell that he is an old otaku who has accomplished nothing and has most likely been away from society for too long.

"Uncle, I'll give you two choices. One is to open your bag to prove that you don't have a camera and you're not a paparazzi. Two is to take off your glasses and mask so that I can take a good look at what you look like."

Gu Mengzhou didn't show it on the surface, but he was actually very curious inside. Even though he didn't see the uncle's appearance, the momentary fright he felt made him excited.

Damn it, do I have some hidden hobby? !

The red-haired young man couldn't resist his curiosity and came over when he was halfway through changing his clothes.

He was shirtless and stared at Qi Heng with interest.

[Ding-Host No. 010 Qi Heng, would you like to open the live broadcast room?

According to statistics, there are already 300 million anonymous users waiting for the host to start broadcasting. 】

Qi Heng【broadcast.】

[Ding-Live broadcast is starting, it has been successfully started. The number of people online in the 010th live broadcast room is 320 million. ]

"Uncle, choose. If you don't choose, I will have to choose for you myself."

Gu Mengzhou narrowed his eyes and slowly stared at the canvas backpack in Qi Heng's arms.

"What is there? A camera? I need to check what's in the camera.

The uncle doesn’t look like a good person. It would be bad if he secretly took someone’s private photos…”

boom!

"Hey you!"

Qi Heng suddenly pushed away Gu Mengzhou, whose face was almost close to his nose, and hurriedly ran towards the locker room exit.

The exit of the locker room happened to pass by Song Yuyue's position.

Qi Heng gritted his teeth and quickened his pace. He suddenly remembered that the original plan was to wait until the two left and then secretly find some garbage to take away.

It’s too late now.

Qi Heng's thoughts raced as he pretended to slip in front of Song Yuyue. He grabbed the young man's wardrobe, grabbed something and put it into his pocket without even looking, then fled away.

Gu Mengzhou covered his nose tightly and glared at the direction where the man ran away. He ran a few steps and remembered that he was only wearing pants, so he had to stop. He angrily pounded the wardrobe, making a dong sound.

"Yuyue, why didn't you stop him!?"

“…No need to stop him, he’s coming for me, he will definitely appear again.” Song Yuyue squatted down and picked up something.

"Hey, you're too narcissistic. How do you know he's targeting you?" Gu Mengzhou crossed his arms, feeling inexplicably unhappy when he thought of the man's embarrassed escape.

"The socks I just changed out of are lost. Is that considered evidence?"

Song Yuyue shook her pure white socks and one of them fell off, but the other one disappeared.

The young man's hair was pure black, but his eyes were lighter in color, taking on a soft and warm hue in the afternoon sun.

Although he was wearing a white shirt, his skin color was still very obviously cold and white, his jaw line was beautiful, and his features were deep and handsome.

It's like an exquisite and perfect painting created by the Creator, not a single stroke more or less will do.

There was no trace of anger on his face, he was very calm.

But only those who know him well know that Song Yuyue hates others touching his personal belongings without permission the most.

At this moment, the gentler his smile is, the angrier he is...

Gu Mengzhou raised his eyebrows slightly, and in his heart he lit a candle for the guy who was bold enough to steal things in front of Song Yuyue.

This time, he has finally hit a wall.

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Qi Heng touched his pocket halfway through his run, and only breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that the memory card and Song Yuyue's things were not lost.

The bodyguard frowned when he saw Qi Heng leaving in a hurry, and called Song Yuyue. He only allowed him to leave after making sure that he was okay.

He rode the electric scooter parked at the entrance of the club and headed towards the original owner's home.

When he thought about the fact that there was a relative waiting for the original owner at home, Qi Heng felt nervous and expectant for no reason.

Live broadcast room—

Anonymous 55 user: So thrilling, what did the uncle take Song Yuyue away with him? I'm curious and want to see it.

Anonymous user: Uncle was almost caught by that son of luck. If I am not mistaken, the son of luck saw something and withdrew his hand midway, right?

Anonymous 120 user: I guess he saw the uncle’s eyes under his sunglasses, and thought that he had a good impression of the uncle, so he gave up?

Anonymous 100 users: Hit each other in the eye? The emperor's younger brother is so naive.

Anonymous 55 user rewarded confession letter x

Note: Uncle, I will be your permanent audience from now on!

Qi Heng casually glanced at the live broadcast barrage, and when he saw the anonymous viewer number 55 at the top, his body stiffened slightly.

When did a great nobleman appear in the live broadcast room?

Forget it, watching live broadcasts should just be a form of relaxation and entertainment for them.

Watching the anchor is like watching a TV series or a movie. You’ll be engrossed in it for a while but then quickly forget about it.

It won’t have any impact, Qi Heng comforted himself.

I returned to my home, moved the screen to the back of my head, and knocked on the door.

"Xiao Heng is back? Come in." It's grandma...

Qi Heng swallowed and nervously pushed open the door.