"Young Master, you must help me... There is really no way out of the boy......"

Who can the boy who was forced by Della to be helpless? It's all good, it's not as good as his own young master!

Xingchen looked at the boy who was kneeling beside him and rubbing tears on his lap from time to time, and he was also very helpless~

"Get up and speak, and I didn't ask you to kneel for me. What are you doing in broad daylight?"

In this situation, even if the child does not speak, the smart star can understand the reason.

The boy sniffed as he sat next to the stars. Although there are times when pretending to be pitiful is not good, most of them are still very useful here in the young master.

"Let me guess, the boy is being bullied. ”

After Xingchen finished speaking, Xiao Tong nodded vigorously in affirmation of the young master's words.

"Then who can bully you - Deira. ”

Speaking of the people who bully, Xingchen deliberately sold the next pass. Acting like he couldn't think of it, at the moment when the boy showed his disappointment, he said Dala's name.

In an instant, the little boy smiled: "Sure enough, the young master understands me." ’

"Then how did she bully you, let me think about ......"

This question is a bit more difficult, after all, there are so many ways to bully people. There are no less than dozens of images that come to mind of the stars alone. Can you guess the stars correctly?

"Hit you? Obviously impossible. With the bones of Deira's body, at most he will move his mouth to call you......"

The stars who were guessing suddenly got Xiao Tong's excited affirmation. At the moment of guessing, Xiao Tong excitedly held his young master's hand, and tears lingered in his eyes and were about to burst out!!

"Young Master, you are so amazing! You guessed it all right!!"

"Ahem......"

Xingchen coughed lightly twice to hide his embarrassment. Well, in fact, he still wants to continue to guess. What he said just now was obviously an ellipsis, and he didn't know if he guessed it correctly.

But even though he was right in the chaos, it was one of his thoughts. So Xiao Tong's praise, he still deserves it!

Just as Xingchen was proud, Xiao Tong's expectant voice came: "Then young master, can you guess the specific content?"

“WHET！！！”

It's like a man who was wrapped in rice dumplings because of burns, lying in the hospital and asking, "Brother, guess where I was beaten?"

Nani ??? how he would have known where he had been beaten before he was burned. Because he's now wrapped up in a living mummy!

In the next second, Xingchen kept shuddering at Xiao Tong's head: "Are you stupid? Are you stupid! You came to me for help, and you !! around the bend with me."

The anger of the stars suddenly burst out, he really lost to the stupid boy~

"Woo woo~~~" The little boy was beaten unclear, so why did the young master, who was talking well before, change his painting style in the next second. Became a 'violent teenager'.

"Young master, I was wrong, I won't ask... Woo woo woo ~ ~~ "

In Xiao Tong's heart, the young master is good, but this temper is really fickle. One day it's sunny, sometimes it's thundering, sometimes it's raining, sometimes it's sleet... All kinds of weather children have not tried.

The children who have endured these 'weather' are strong enough to survive intact until now. (laughs and cries)

It's just that the weather and the weather forecast, although there are times when things go wrong. But why is the young master angry, there is no warning! The little boy was puzzled......

"Alright, let's get down to business. Xingchen sat back in his place.

Look, the sunny day is back again. The boy who was squatting on the ground carefully sat back in his position. I'm afraid that if I don't pay attention, it will become thunderous again.

Now there are only two people in the room, him and the young master, and there is a 99.9 percent chance that the thunder will hit him.

Of course, if you ask what the 0.001 percent chance is, the boy can tell you clearly that it is almost impossible. The young master won't beat himself up... See, he was the one who suffered in the end... So it's better to be careful......

"Say it. ”

Xingchen sat on the chair, holding the armrests on both sides with both hands, looking very majestic.

So the little boy told the young master everything that had happened these days, 1510. From things like tidying up the house and doing laundry, to buying drinks and pizza. Time flies by in conversation.

'Smack'

The stars slammed the table angrily.

"This woman is so hypocritical, why are you still swallowing your anger there!!"

Xingchen was angry, yes, but I don't know if he was angry with Dala for bullying Xiao Tong, or because Xiao Tong didn't go back on the spot.

"Because... This is the task given to Xiao Tong by the young master, and Xiao Tong must complete it well. It is also because the young master is the most loyal subordinate of His Royal Highness, and Xiao Tong wants to win glory for the young master in front of His Royal Highness......"

Xiao Tong hesitated to say what was in his heart, and he really had mixed feelings at the moment.

"Then did I tell you, just make sure she stands on the stage smoothly. Don't be so polite to her in normal times. ”

Xiao Tong felt that his efforts were worth it, but in Xingchen's eyes, it was obviously not like that.

It's obviously a very simple thing, but because of Xiao Tong's concession, it becomes complicated, complicated, and complicated.

Xiao Tong thought that he was silently enduring the grievances for the sake of the young master. But in fact, it only reflects the child's weak and powerless mode of getting along with the outside world.

He always keeps his voice down and regards enduring grievances as a daily compulsory topic. I always feel that I am inferior to others, and only in desperate dedication and endurance can I find my own value and sense of existence.

The boy was silent, he felt that what Xingchen said made sense. But I couldn't say exactly what was good, so I had to listen silently on the sidelines.

"Listen, what do you want to do now. It's okay to go back later, and you don't have to clean up the room and clothes for her. It's not that she has no hands and feet, and she doesn't need others to help her. Tomorrow is the day of the performance, no matter what means are used, as long as she is allowed to perform on stage smoothly. ”

Seeing that the child didn't speak, Xingchen also tried to speak in detail. He could see that the child really needed to exercise, so he blindly followed him. It doesn't make sense for him to watch him solve problems. Because children don't think they can do this task on their own.

"Can I do anything? Can I be fierce with her? Can I shout at her? Can I threaten her if she is disobedient?"

A series of questions were asked by the child. Yes, that's what has been bothering him.

What does the young master mean when he says 'you can do anything', and where are its scales and boundaries.

Sometimes when we say something in passing, we can understand it because the boundaries of our thinking are there. But if you want to communicate with other people, try to be as clear as possible, especially if you have never worked with someone before. Good communication, like circulating air, can ensure that every subsequent process is carried out according to plan.

"Yes, what's not to do? a professional first-class team, a well-built idol. originally wanted her to go on stage glamorously, but if she was disobedient, she didn't have to be polite. Just throw it on!!"

Xingchen's words are quite imposing, especially the last sentence 'throw it up'. It made the child's body feel like it had been pierced by lightning, and he gained endless inspiration.

"Yes, my job is to make sure that my idol goes on stage. If the idol is not obedient, then don't blame me for being unkind!!"

Saying that, the little boy grinded his fists, and there was a feeling that he was going to dismantle Dala in eight pieces.

Hearing Xiao Tong's words, Xingchen not only said: "Who said that she is an idol, she is just a tool that His Highness needs now." It's still the kind that you can throw away at will when you run out. ”

"Ahh

"Whether or not Della can be made into an idol like Angle depends on whether she is obedient or not. If you are obedient, there are many benefits, but if you are naughty or have other ideas, you don't have to be polite. ”

Xingchen tried to make sure that the child could understand it.

The boy pondered the words of the stars in his mind: "In that case, Della will not become an idol. Angle is different, she's a real idol, so I can't keep a say when I see her......"

In the end, Xiao Tong's tone softened, and he thought that he had stood up from now on! It turned out that he had just stood up in front of Dala, and in the face of an idol like Angle, who had both talent and appearance, he was still a 'short and fat' one.

As soon as Xiao Tong's words came out, he was ruthlessly rejected by Xingchen: "What are you kidding, what's wrong with the idol." Aren't idols also human?"

"But I'm just an obscure behind-the-scenes worker. Xiao Tong said very unconfidently.

Xingchen looked at him in surprise: "Why does being the servant of Young Master Ben make you very unconfident?"

"It's not... No... I just think idols are very powerful, at least more powerful than me..."

Seeing that the young master was about to get angry, Xiao Tong hurriedly apologized. The sound also gets quieter the further you go to the back.

"Even if Angle is the most popular, can she just wander around the Nighthawk Luo Dynasty as much as she wants? You can go to Xuandu casually, you can meet the Night Emperor and His Royal Highness, can she?"

"It's like... It's also ......."

"So, she's not very good. Just treat her as a person and get along well. ”

Xiao Tong nodded firmly, looking at Xingchen gratefully, the young master's words helped him regain his confidence.

'Thank you!' the boy thanked Xingchen from the bottom of his heart. After Xingchen's guidance, Xiao Tong felt that the knot in his heart had been unraveled.

Maybe he was too unconfident before. Whether it was Deira or Angle or something else, the child didn't need to think too highly of them. He just needs to stand in his own shoes and do what he needs to do.

The boy who understood it scratched his hair with his hand. In fact, this truth is very simple, but for him who is caught in the situation, he can't figure it out. But this is all thanks to the young master, it was he who ordered himself. Then a sweet smile appeared on the child's face.