[Thousand Fantasy ABO] The whole story of No. 7 potion theft incident

· Teacher Huan had an emmmmm dream

Qian Kong thought that after tossing for a long time and being injured again, he should sleep on the bed.But the fact is that he tossed and turned on the bed in the guest room, unable to fall asleep.

Just a kiss, he thought.If you really care about insomnia because of this kind of thing, wouldn't you be fulfilling that guy's wish?Mental magicians live up to their reputation, and they can really influence other people's emotions.

He felt thirsty, put on his coat and went out to find water to drink.Huan arranged him in the guest room farthest from his own bedroom. It was silent at midnight, and this large but deserted room seemed to be empty in the night, giving rise to a bit of loneliness for no reason.Qian Kong thought, the information said that the magician who was only two years older than him could not sleep peacefully during countless nights like this.

When he came back to his senses, his footsteps had already stopped in front of Huan's room.

This kind of behavior seems to be a bit inappropriate, reason reminded Qian Kong so.Anyway, AO is different, even if Huanrong accepts himself a little bit reluctantly, he cannot deny his good intentions.And standing at the door of other people's room in the middle of the night, no matter how you think about it, it's outrageous.He turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly heard Huan's voice from the other side of the door.

Very light, but painful.Like a lamb swallowed into a swamp, crying for help.

He had nightmares again.

The side effects of the inhibitors accumulated day after day, year after year, and finally broke his spirit.Just one stop of the drug is not enough to completely solve this problem, Qian Kong also expected it before.Combining the debut year of Misty Huan and the discontinuation time of this inhibitor that he had seen in the magazine, he speculated that Huan had been tortured by nightmares and hallucinations for at least five or six years.

Human willpower is really a strange thing. As long as the brain judges that it must be done after weighing the pros and cons, even painful things can be endured.Out of instinct, the brain always judges that it is right, but whether it is right or wrong can only be judged by the brain.This is like a paradox, which makes people live in confusion forever.

Qian Kong gently opened the door, thinking that he was just looking at the phantom's condition, and if he had a chance to treat him in the future, he might as well adjust the medicine according to the severity of the symptoms.A ray of light leaked out as the door was pushed open, from the night light placed on Huan's bedside table.It seems that he hates the dark, but this is also reasonable.

Under the warm light, Huan curled up in a corner of the bed.The quilt had already been kicked to the floor by his struggle in his dream, and the sheets under him were wrinkled in a mess.Qiankong tiptoed to the bedside, trying to help him pick up the quilt, turned around and saw the sweat-soaked hair sticking to Huan's forehead, he looked painful, and kept murmuring, one after another.Qian Kong heard him say: Don't.

"Huan, wake up." Qian Kong finally couldn't help it, and reached out to pat Huan's shoulder.The moment he touched him, Gen suddenly opened his eyes in horror.

Qian Kong had never seen him show such an expression.Usually, whether it is on TV, in magazines, or when chatting with him face to face, Gen always wears a habitual smile.This is probably the case for professional actors, not to mention that he is a magician who needs to confuse the audience with a smug smile.

The hallucinator is captured by the illusion at this moment, and removes all disguise in front of the intruder.But it only took a few seconds for Gen to quickly realize that he had just woken up from a nightmare.The person in front of him was a resident he had taken in, and he really existed, with an expression of concern for him.

Huan's fear was instantly concealed by him, exactly the same as the emotional switch during the performance.He smiled and said, "Little Qiankong, I took you in because I trusted you. I didn't expect you to attack at night."

"I just want to drink water. I passed by your room and heard you talking in my sleep." Although Senku could use words to respond to Gen's teasing in countless ways at this moment, seeing the magician's pale face and still trembling body, I felt that it would be too emotionally unintelligent to continue making jokes.So he told the truth and asked, "Would you like something to drink?"

"The Coke in the refrigerator." Huan said, and he was not polite to Qian Kong: "Thank you."

Sugar is the source of energy for human survival, so the body's reward mechanism allows human beings to be happy after consuming sugar.Simple, direct, bad emotions can be appeased immediately.Huan gulped down the cold and sweet drink, the fizzing sound of bubbles pouring out of the bottle and disappearing in his throat.He drank it down in one gulp, and finally showed a happy smile that was not fake.

Qian Kong frowned: "Drink something sweet, remember to brush your teeth before going to bed."

"Got it, let's go now." Huan sat by the bed, scratched the floor with his bare feet looking for his indoor slippers, but couldn't put them on when he found them.The short-term numbness of hands and feet caused by intense fear has not yet fully recovered. He wanted to hide it, but he couldn't control his physiological reaction.Chiku looked at him, making him a little embarrassed.Just as he was about to say something, the latter suddenly squatted down, picked up the slippers on the ground and helped him put them on.

For a moment, Senku's hand was on his heel.The body temperature and the moderate grip caused a strange numbness on his feet, which were gradually recovering.

"Xiao...Xiao Qiankong, don't be so considerate, it's disgusting." Huan's feet landed on the ground, and he stepped on the pair of slippers that Qiankong put on him, as lightly as he stepped on cotton.

The person who did this seemed to think that his behavior was normal and natural, and when he got up, he took the empty Coke bottle from Gengan's hand.Chiku wanted to say something, but felt that it was useless to say anything.The drug users themselves have experienced the consequences of years of drug use.It seems superfluous for others to blame.

Besides, Qian Kong is not someone like him.

"I'm going to sleep." Qian Kong turned around: "You remember to brush your teeth, carbonated drinks can easily corrode tooth enamel."

The bedroom door closed as silently as it had opened.People with long-term sleep deprivation usually have different degrees of neurasthenia, so Qianku deliberately lowered the sound of his footsteps.Hearing that voice going away in hallucination, a trace of reluctance arose in his heart.

Now I can't sleep anymore.

Huan leaned on the sink in the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth, and looked at himself in the mirror—the dark circles under his eyes were really heavy, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and his skin tone was seriously uneven.There will be a show in a few days, if you don't adjust quickly, the makeup artist sister will definitely complain again when she sees her ghostly appearance.Fortunately, the program recorded by this TV station will help the actors appearing on the scene to repair their appearance during post-editing, and the appearance on the air will still be that radiant idol magician.

It's just that when you go out, you have to be fully armed and wear sunglasses and a mask.Otherwise, if it is captured by a reporter, it may be on the headlines of the news.

Thinking wildly, Huan returned to the bed, smoothed out every wrinkle in the sheets, and lay down again.He resists sleep at the thought of closing his eyes and falling into a nightmare again.

"Hey, do you want me to sleep with you?" Qian Kong asked.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and saw that there was no one in the room.He whispered, "Qian Kong?"

No one answered.

Another hallucination.Darkness and solitude are both breeding grounds for hallucinations. Sometimes hallucinations lie on the bed, and you can't even tell whether you are dreaming or waking up.He had long been used to suddenly falling into a spider's web of terrifying visions, but this was the first time he had such a hallucination.

It's neither scary nor annoying.

It would be great if it was true.

He couldn't help laughing, feeling weird today.Maybe he does have some affection for Qiankong, that is also because of the kindness that Baiye has taken care of him for many years.

There will be no other thoughts, the magician of the mind suggested to himself, and closed his eyes again.

"Besides cola, there are other ways to relax you." Qianku's voice seemed to come from an old TV with unstable signals, mixed with the sizzle that tore the voice into white snowflakes, accompanied by sweet A caramel aroma engulfs phantoms like insects engulfed in pine resin.The numbness wrapped in the palm of the heel climbed up the calf, like a little snake named desire winding on his sweaty skin.

He was robbed by Qiankong's crimson eyes, and he couldn't resist the combination that he didn't know when to start.He felt that he was going to melt soon, maybe into the sweet air, maybe into Qianku's body.

Huan woke up again and the sky was bright, and the dim light of the night light was completely covered by the sun.He hadn't slept so well for a long time, and when he got up, he realized that his body was wet, and he recalled the dream just now.

Really... is it a dream?Huan looked down at himself, regardless of the mess in his pants, at least his pajamas were neatly dressed, not even a single button was missing.

It was clearly marked, but I still had such a dream.After so many years of abstinence, has the body as an Omega finally become abnormal?Gen laughed at himself inwardly, opened the closet and took out a change of clothes to take a shower.After cleaning his body and spirit, he fantasized that Qian Kong was already sitting in the living room, continuing to operate the computer that he lent him yesterday.

"Morning, Mr. Huan, I made some breakfast with something in your refrigerator, can you eat it..." Qian Kong said halfway, frowning: "Why do you have a weird expression?"

"No, it must be your illusion." The magician smirked professionally, avoiding Qian Kong's burning gaze, and flashed into the restaurant to get the egg sandwich left for him by the other party.

Taking a bite and feeling dry, Gen took out a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator.The bottle cap was unscrewed with a chirping sound, and the sweet smell of caramel wafted out, which immediately overlapped with the sweet pheromone smell of Qiankong in the dream last night.

Gen screwed back the lid and put the Coke back in the refrigerator.

"Teacher Huan!" Qian Kong shouted again in the living room.

After calming down for a few seconds, Gen bites a sandwich and walks out, seeing Qianku turning his head and looking out the window.

Huan Xijing is not like other artists who like to live together in high-end apartments in the city center where every inch of land is expensive.The Qianwu family's mansion is located in a remote location, two stories high, with a swimming pool and a well-manicured small garden with green plants.From the outside looking in, only a circle of lush green walls and windows on the second floor can be seen.The same is true when looking from the inside out. If you are not on the second floor, you can only see the roofs of large vehicles passing by.

Such a living environment is very suitable for people who are afraid of noise.

"What's wrong?" Gen looked out from him, and saw a pair of sparrows parked on a telephone pole.

"Are there any neighbors near your house who like to play with drones?" Qian Kong asked.

"How is it possible, our residential area is a no-fly zone, and the owners will complain when they see it..." Huan suddenly paused while chewing on a sandwich.He and Qiankong looked at each other, and they both thought of the same thing: "No way, I transported you back so secretly, how did they find out?"

"If we find out, we won't use drones for reconnaissance." Qian Kong slid the mouse and scrolled down the computer page.The promotional page of the New Year's Eve party the day before was displayed on the laptop.In addition to the information and photos of the major invited stars, there is also a program list of the performances at that time.Except for Qian Wuhuan's magic show, there were little idols singing and dancing.Qian Kong had a half-smile: "They waited for everyone to leave, but they didn't see me go out, so they probably checked the schedule. Then they made such a guess."

"It's just me who is carrying a large prop, the most likely to take you away, right?" Huan took his words: "Since you have seen the drone, there is a high probability that it has been photographed."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Huan, I still brought you into this." Qiankong closed the computer and said, "Let me borrow your mobile phone for use. I'll contact my apprentice, and I'll transfer it to his house now, lest Stone trouble you."

"Your apprentice is...?"

"I was a student when I was a teaching assistant at school." Qianku explained casually, stood up and put on his coat.Huan grabbed him: "So, is he an ordinary person? It's better to involve me than to involve him."

After speaking, Huan also froze for a moment.He didn't think about what he said, he almost blurted it out.Seeing that Qiankong wanted to ask something, he hurriedly added: "What about being a tool man for me? You ran away, and I have to continue to take medicine. As for my safety, you don't have to worry, I have bodyguards. I'm a bit of a tiger, but It's true."

Huan doesn't live with the bodyguard, firstly, he feels that he is not that popular yet, secondly, he is a mixed-race female Alpha.As he gradually became popular and participated in events everywhere, he was harassed by violent fans several times. He finally followed the advice of his agent and hired a bodyguard, but he only contacted her when he had a job.

The bodyguard named Kohaku lived in an apartment not far from Gen's mansion. After a phone call, she rang the doorbell of Asagi's house within a quarter of an hour.

After confirming that the person appearing on the door monitor is indeed Kohaku, Gen goes to open the door for her.As soon as a standard friendly boss smile was on his face, he saw Amber holding a tattered drone in his hand.

"Little Amber, this is..."

"I saw it spinning around your house, so I shot it down with a suppressed pistol." Amber handed over the scrapped drone, which was indeed equipped with a camera.

Then the corner of Qian Kong's mouth twitched - this bodyguard is really more than a bit of a tiger.

Regardless of whether it was photographed or not, the drone crashed here, that is, there is no silver 300 taels here.

"Okay, just lend me your phone, I have to contact foreign aid so we can have some countermeasures." Qian Kong went back into the house.After seeing the girl's marksmanship, he was indeed not worried.

Stone's thugs were not all armed, and judging from the fighting skills of the few who arrested him that day, they probably were not the opponents of Amber.Although this shot exposed himself, it might as well be a warning to them.As long as he doesn't walk out of the light mist mansion easily, his personal safety can be guaranteed.

Suddenly being in the same room with two Alphas, the pressure on Gen increased.But an Alpha was on the phone on his cell phone, spouting assignments for those he contacted.The other Alpha looked at him intently, and sniffed vigorously: "Boss, why do you have a..."

She said, and looked at Qian Kong suspiciously again.

"What...what's the matter..." Huan felt guilty.

"The smell of this pheromone belongs to that person, right?" The somewhat tigerish bodyguard was straightforward, and after he finished speaking, he showed a suddenly enlightened expression, and said, "Ah, don't worry, I have professional ethics and will never leak the boss's information." privacy."

TBC