Ye Dusheng was on the night shift, with a complicated mood, blowing a cold wind, standing in front of the window for several hours, and the distant sky was already showing light.

When the morning light rose, Ye Dusheng went to take a bath and prepare for sleep, fortunately the original owner had a new inner cool, otherwise he would have to be entangled for a long time.

After a month like this, Ye Dusheng gradually became familiar with the life circle of the original owner, but the system still did not make any sound.

As the night wore on, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the streets, but the bars were now bustling, men and women dressed boldly in the ballroom, swaying to the music.

On the stage above the ballroom, there are four steel poles, and women in short leather skirts and black cat ears dance seductively.

At this point, the music stopped, the Catgirls stopped dancing, and the bar orchestra took to the stage with their instruments and dispersed on the stage.

Immediately, a boy who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a shirt and trousers, with slightly curly hair in the middle, and an outstanding appearance, slowly walked the stage amid shouts and applause.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." Ye Dusheng smiled at the corner of his lips, held the microphone with his slender hand, bowed and said, "The first song tonight, the paper is short and long, and I will give it to everyone." ”

"Good, good!"

"Sing it!"

As soon as Ye Dusheng's voice fell, the reaction from the audience was very intense, but it can be seen that Ye Dusheng's eyes are basically colored, which is very explicit.

Ignoring the direct gaze from the audience, Ye Dusheng looked back slightly, nodded to the orchestra, and everyone in the orchestra began to play the accompaniment of this song.

Ye Dusheng turned his head, smiled at the guests in the audience, and when the prelude passed, he began to sing: "I will accompany you into the Zen summer, beyond the hustle and bustle of the city......"

The melodious singing continued to overflow from the mouth, and the guests in the audience began to dance happily again.

Although Ye Dusheng's singing voice is melodious and soft, and her sparkling peach blossom eyes are also flattering, her eyes are filled with a coldness that rejects people.

It's like looking at a clown, and his eyes are wandering, and he looks coldly at the people who are drunk and forgetful and hugging people at will.

At this time, four swaggering and handsome boys outside the bar, who looked to be seventeen or eighteen, jumped out of a cool sports car with cigarettes in their mouths.

One of the boys in a blue T-shirt took out the cigarette in his mouth, took a puff of the cigarette, and said with a smile: "Go, the day after tomorrow, I will be dragged by my father to the army to be tortured, and today our brothers will come to drink happily." ”

The yellow-haired boy next to Zhou Ming, that is, Xia Li, patted Zhou Ming's shoulder hard and said with a smile: "Zhou Ming, I will pay for it today, and I will see you off as a boy!" ”

Another boy with his hands in his trouser pockets squeezed his eyes at Zhou Ming and said with a smile: "I heard Zhou Ming, Xia Li said that he paid the bill, and we will drink him tonight!" ”

Xia Li hurriedly said: "Don't, I was restricted by my old man's expenses, you can stop in moderation, my money is not enough for you to spend lavishly!" ”

While the three of them were arguing, the boy sitting in the passenger seat leaned back in the chair, smoking slowly, with a cold face like a knife without anger, sharp and deep eagle eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin light-colored lips.

The noise outside the car became louder and louder, the boy raised his eyebrows, turned his head and looked deep on the three of them, his thin lips raised and he sneered, and the whole person exuded an unruly and difficult atmosphere.

Need a name, the name of the attack~

This plane doesn't have the original plot.,It's just limited to this plane.,Because occasionally you need to play a trick, right?。

The last boy is the attack of this plane.