[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

*Your friends Victor Big Fudge Nikiforov and Katsuki Little Fudge Yuuri are online.

"Merlin, can you leave your pants alone?"

"But there is something wrong with it. I feel that the crotch is very tight... Are you sure you brought me men's pants?"

"Well, Merlin testified, I 'could' have picked it up from women's pants - but at least it's women's basketball player's pants, you should be honored."

"I...what the hell is the Merlin you've been talking about since just now?"

"..."

Victor flicked the long hair that fell down his face twice. "This is called 'entering the role'," he replied with a smile, "I am a great magician, following in the footsteps of Merlin, exploring the truth and mysteries of this world, laugh." The great magician Nikiforov Stretched straight, I started to take a selfie with my 21st century mobile phone. Two faces appeared on the screen, one smiling and the other suffering. "Your expression is too unphotogenic." Victor commented, "I will put a filter on you to save it."

"…" Yuuri was still fiddling with his trousers, the black jodhpurs were cut so snugly that he felt a little uneasy, and before leaving the hotel room, he spent the longest time of his life posing in front of the mirror pose to test whether it will be "too" close-fitting, but even so, at this moment, he still feels that there is air leakage under the crotch, and with the swing of walking, his dick is in danger of showing up at any time. "I feel like an exhibitionist," he said morosely, and his riding boots were so stiff they rattled as if there were a dozen tap dancers living in their soles.

"You look perfect, of course, not as perfect as me - because you haven't gotten into your role yet," Victor said, looking very absent-minded, and the two of them were walking towards the carnival outside of town - getting closer At night, more and more people come to the carnival, just like a groundhog in spring, coming out after smelling a gust of wind.The multicolored chandeliers lit up, the aroma of corn dogs and popcorn wafted in the air, and the closer you got to the venue, the fewer people in normal attire, when they were surrounded by a large group of Elsa (the youngest was five years old, the oldest was probably eight). When they were surrounded, both of them realized that they were almost there.

As night fell, the sky turned into a very gray blue. Victor's silver hair reflected the color of the street lights, sometimes pink, sometimes golden yellow. He was wearing mid-century khaki belted trousers and loose shirt, thick leather gloves (not like props, but a bit like those worn on a farm when doing farm work) and a pair of leather boots on his feet-the most impressive To Yuuri's surprise, they weren't rented, but Viktor's own, which had been tossed in Viktor's trunk, "just in case" Viktor explained—besides, he wore Wearing a wig and a wreath.

"What are you trying to play?" Johnny, the owner of the clothing store, asked him at the checkout, "A fairy in the lake?"

"I play Sir Visavantuzzi von Westminster from the Frozen Forest, bringer of dreams, keeper of the sword of the holy fire, and wizarding world's most acclaimed godfather of the year. See this wreath Well, it was given to me by the hand of my dear godson—His Royal Highness Casli Trivich of the Plains, son of Levin and Galani, queller of the rebellion, founder of the new order.” Victor said, and blinked in confusion, "You don't know?" He turned to Yuuri, "Can you trust this guy? He hasn't even seen Crusader Sword?"

Johnny stares blankly at Yuuri, "That's not the real book," he says, "he made it up, did he?" Yuuri keeps a smile in his throat and nods seriously. "This book is hot right now, man. It's all over the TV," he said, learning to look confused too, and Johnny was shaken.

"Oh! Oh oh oh oh—"Crusader's Sword"!" He made a face of sudden realization, "Of course I read it, just now I thought you were talking about something else, I'm a big fan—— The total is 120 yuan, credit card or cash?"

Thinking of the prank in the clothing store, Yuuri chuckled to himself—how he enjoyed this moment!In fact, if he can be a little more arrogant, he thinks that only he can understand Victor so quickly and cooperate with him. They...

"Aha!" Victor exclaimed excitedly, left the road and ran towards the bushes beside him. After a while, he ran out happily with a stick as tall as a person in his hand. "Look at this!" he yells at Yuuri, "is it cool?"

"...I hope you didn't rob some shepherdess." Yuuri replied, but Victor scowled, "Is this how you should talk to your godfather?"

The two of them got to a tie when two Hulks—no, a Hulk and a She-Hulk—passed between them holding hands, pushing them aside.

The field of vision gradually widened, and they walked to the open space outside the town. For a moment, both of them were stunned by the scenery in front of them: hundreds of pointed tents, in various colors, were built in a patchwork pattern on the lawn. All are illuminated by tens of thousands of small bright yellow light bulbs like daytime, and a huge neon arch is written with the words "Welcome to the Carnival!" , The counting sounds of video game machines converged into a huge river, like a second galaxy, flickering and floating above the carnival. In the center of the venue, a huge merry-go-round disc and a banana-shaped pirate ship made ding-ding-dong-dong sounds. The sound, in the farthest open space, there are bumper cars, and an inflatable swimming pool, and at the end of the line of sight, a Ferris wheel is slowly rotating.

"Wow!" Viktor and Yuuri looked at each other, and he exclaimed, "——Wow! This is amazing!" Some of the people around them gave the same admiration as they did, while others faltered Soft, commonplace; Yuuri thinks the carnival is awesome too, but Viktor's reaction is clearly the one that stands out the most of them all.

"Wow, Yuuri, look at this!" he said, pointing to a stall selling wings in pairs, "I must have a pair." He watched greedily as two eight-year-old girls walked away wearing wings .

"Don't you think you're a bit older?" Yuuri asked. "And, you wouldn't be able to wear robes that way, Sir Westminster of the Frozen Forest."

"Oh!" Victor said, but he still stared at the shiny wing decorations for a long time. "Then you can at least buy me a corn dog," he demanded, "and nachos."

After 10 minutes, both of them had hot dogs and local orange soda in their hands, Victor suddenly said, "It's time to get down to business!" Crane machines—one of which was filled with Star Wars Stormtroopers, a set of plastic figurines Phichit once gave him, “What’s wrong?”

"I used to have a toy like that, it was given to me by Phichit, but I lost it..." Yuuri said in a daze, and then came back to his senses, "No, it's not a big deal, what did you just say?"

Victor smiled, "I said, let's get down to business, we're not really here for a carnival."

"Oh!" Yuuri said, dropping his head and taking a bite of the corn dog, which suddenly wasn't so tasty—for hours, he and Victor were picking out costumes and laughing at each other like they were really two Like a visitor to a carnival.A small part of his heart cooled down quickly. "You're right," he said, taking a sip of the orange soda, which was the best drink Yuuri had ever had a few minutes ago, but now it tastes like plain water. "We..." He looked around, and at the same time quickly searched for the last bit of information related to "business" in his brain. "Where do we start? I guess people don't put a sign on the top of their tent that says 'I used to be a dancer'?"

"How wonderful it would be!" Victor said with longing, "but unfortunately we don't live in a perfect world, so I did a little preparation." He took out a piece of paper from his trouser pocket , with names and booth numbers written all over it, Yuuri looked over his shoulder curiously, and even put his face on his arm.

"How did you find it?"

"Use location spells—I'm just kidding," he said hastily when he saw Yuuri's expression, "It's actually very simple. The school has a Twitter account. I browsed through the entire account and found the private accounts of several staff members. Account, and then follow the vine - oh, I have all the Twitter accounts, these people basically post everything, and it is much easier to get human flesh from them than you think, by the way, your Twitter account is mine Best done with privacy — you don't even have a Twitter account."

"..." Yuuri's face quickly heated up, "I think Facebook is very useful." He argued, "I have everything I need! You can also play games."

"Probably all Facebook gamers except you have to live in a nursing home," Victor said, "like Yakov."

"Really, does he play? What does he play, can you add my account?"

"..." Victor pinched Yuuri's face with his gloved right hand, which made Yuuri suddenly realize that his chin was still resting on Victor's bent left arm!For a moment he doesn't move, doesn't stand still—but Victor's attention is back on his list in an instant, and Yuuri backs away silently, letting his chin leave Viktor's arm.

"The first buddy we're looking for is Mike," he said, frowning, "at A05—the letters are vertical, the numbers are horizontal, and oh there he is, and he's...uh...he's selling Skittles. "Victor said, and was about to walk towards Skittles Mike when Yuuri grabbed his robe.

"Wait a minute!" he shouted eagerly, "What are you going to say? You can't just go up and ask, right?"

"Everything is going according to plan," Victor replied, "and I'll pretend I'm a headhunter's clerk, and my employer calls Lilia Baranovskaya to be the headmaster of his new school, and I'll 'inadvertently ' hints that there are still a few valuable job openings at the school, paid so well that I'd want to go if I were a dancer—but of course I'm not, because that's," he touched his temples with his index and middle fingers, Blinking his left eye at Yuuri, "This is an 'undercover operation', understand? Learn."

He threw his long hair on his chest to his back, walked towards Skittles Mike confidently, and said hello.Then they chatted cordially for a few words, and Yuuri felt that the detailed fake identity that Victor had set for himself hadn't had time to show up, and he heard Mike scream.

"Hey, aren't you Victor? Viktor Nikiforov?"