Chapter 61
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Mr.Xu said, "What the hell is that Red Envelope Game? Are we really going to die if we don't get this done? Actually, I'm not afraid of death. I just want to see my daughter's killers die before I die. Okay, Long Xi, take care! Don't be the cat's paw!"
Long Xi nodded, said goodbye to Mr. Xu, and then left.
She called Yan Wangchuan to make an appointment on the rooftop of the teaching building. She had something important to ask.
When Yan Wangchuan came, he said gravely, "Master Xi, I have to tell you the truth."
Long Xi could feel her heart pounding in her chest. In fact, she almost knew what he was going to say.
Yan Wangchuan said, "Actually, I am not Yan Wangchuan."
Long Xi was not surprised. She rubbed his face and said smilingly, "I have long suspected that Fan Xiaolu disguised you. Am I right?"
The fake Yan Wangchuan couldn't help laughing and let her knead his face without resisting.
"Oh-la-la! It feels good!" Long Xi exclaimed. His skin was so mellow and flawless that Long Xi fondled it admiringly. Finally, Long Xi convinced herself to move her hands away.
"Well, I am indeed Fan Xiaolu, and I didn't deliberately alter my appearance. Remember that day? I found you in the back hill and sent you back to your dormitory. After that, I went to the 7-Eleven on the street outside our school to buy something. On the way, I felt as if I had smelled a pungent taste and then fainted. I seem to have been sleeping for many days," Yan Wangchuan said.
"You slept for many days? Are you a pig?" Long Xi chuckled while making faces.
Yan Wangchuan also laughed and made faces, looking precisely like Fan Xiaolu.
"Five days ago, I found myself waking up in his body and sleeping in his house. To be honest, it took me half a day to accept the fact! Yan Wangchuan's mother was pretty good. She regarded me as her son. She was very kind to me and respected my ideas. She is quite different from my mother Fan Qianqian," he said.
"Do you mean that now you control Yan Wangchuan 's body with Fan Xiaolu 's consciousness? And you like being him?" Long Xi asked.
"Right you are. But I used Yan Wangchuan's computer to enroll for the reality show of Hip-Hop Dancers in the name of Fan Xiaolu. My mother was strongly against it. She even asked someone to watch me and prevented me from signing up online. Haha, God helps me! But, strangely, three days ago, my consciousness returned to Fan Xiaolu's body. Because of my mom's commands, Butler Qin and the servants didn't let me leave home!" Yan Wangchuan said.
"Qianqian is indeed a 'tiger mother'," Long Xi said with a smile.
"Tiger mother? She is a tyrannosaurus mother! She also did not allow me to dance, or audition in B city," Yan Wangchuan complained.
"So how can you become Yan Wangchuan again?" Long Xi asked.
"I envy him so much. His home is the freest place in the world! I prayed to God the night before that I wanted to exchange consciousness with him. Maybe God heard my prayer!" he answered.
"I don't know when you've believed in God," Long Xi said.
"Eh... in fact, I have no religious belief. I just prayed to Buddha, no, to God for help in time of emergency. What about you? When did you become a Buddhist?" Xiaolu asked.
"It was my grandmother's faith in Buddhism that influenced me. She taught me to be kind and do good things without asking for repayment, just for peace of mind," Long Xi replied earnestly.
Xiaolu nodded and said, "I don't believe in Buddhism, but I believe in you. I also do volunteer work to help those in need. It may be true that good-heartedness often meets with recompense. Two days ago, I woke up to find that I became Yan Wangchuan again. Great! I can enjoy dancing again."
Long Xi asked, "But why don't you contact us? We're all worried about you, especially Wei Wei. You know she loves you."
Fan Xiaolu said, "I know, but I just regard her as my little sister. Love cannot be forced. I dared not contact you! I noticed that there was something wrong in the chatting records of Yan Wangchuan's Wechat. I found that our classmates seemed to have experienced bizarre things. Meanwhile, I received a message from Fan Xiaolu's Wechat, which told me not to tell anyone the truth about what happened to me; otherwise, Yan Wangchuan, me and our mothers would die."
Long Xi shook her head and said, "I don't believe that you are Fan Xiaolu. He would not easily compromise to anyone."
"What? Don't you believe me? Well, let me show you a hip-hop dance to prove myself. Although I can't control this body with ease. I have adapted to it for several days, and now it's OK for me to dance. Yan Wangchuan can't dance hip-hop, right?" he asked.
Long Xi nodded.
He took his cell phone out of his trousers pocket. Long Xi recognized that it was the domestic Huawei that Yan Wangchuan usually used. The photo of Yan Wangchuan and his mother was its screen saver.
He played a rhythmic dance song on his mobile phone, handed it to Long Xi, and asked her to hold it for a while. After warming up, he started the breaking dance.
The 1990, Flare, Windmill, The 2000 Hand Spin, Head Spin... one by one, his near-perfect movements shocked Long Xi.
In her impression, Yan Wangchuan had no rhythm since his childhood.
When they were in kindergarten, she remembered that once the teacher chose several boys and girls for the dance performance at the end of the term.
The young female teacher chose Long Xi, as well as Yan Wangchuan, probably because he was good-looking and tall.
Though he spared no efforts to learn how to dance, he couldn't find the right pace, either faster or slower. Finally, the teacher had no choice but to replace him.
But now he seemed to have evolved into another person. Whether it was the grasp of rhythm, the familiarity of music, the control of the body, the completion of breaking dancing, or the expression of feelings, it was all in place.
When the music finished, he stopped by resting his head at an angle of 45 to the floor, gesturing the shape of heart with his hands. That was the final gorgeous ending.
Long Xi couldn't help applauding and made a compliment gesture.
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Mr.Xu said, "What the hell is that Red Envelope Game? Are we really going to die if we don't get this done? Actually, I'm not afraid of death. I just want to see my daughter's killers die before I die. Okay, Long Xi, take care! Don't be the cat's paw!"
Long Xi nodded, said goodbye to Mr. Xu, and then left.
She called Yan Wangchuan to make an appointment on the rooftop of the teaching building. She had something important to ask.
When Yan Wangchuan came, he said gravely, "Master Xi, I have to tell you the truth."
Long Xi could feel her heart pounding in her chest. In fact, she almost knew what he was going to say.
Yan Wangchuan said, "Actually, I am not Yan Wangchuan."
Long Xi was not surprised. She rubbed his face and said smilingly, "I have long suspected that Fan Xiaolu disguised you. Am I right?"
The fake Yan Wangchuan couldn't help laughing and let her knead his face without resisting.
"Oh-la-la! It feels good!" Long Xi exclaimed. His skin was so mellow and flawless that Long Xi fondled it admiringly. Finally, Long Xi convinced herself to move her hands away.
"Well, I am indeed Fan Xiaolu, and I didn't deliberately alter my appearance. Remember that day? I found you in the back hill and sent you back to your dormitory. After that, I went to the 7-Eleven on the street outside our school to buy something. On the way, I felt as if I had smelled a pungent taste and then fainted. I seem to have been sleeping for many days," Yan Wangchuan said.
"You slept for many days? Are you a pig?" Long Xi chuckled while making faces.
Yan Wangchuan also laughed and made faces, looking precisely like Fan Xiaolu.
"Five days ago, I found myself waking up in his body and sleeping in his house. To be honest, it took me half a day to accept the fact! Yan Wangchuan's mother was pretty good. She regarded me as her son. She was very kind to me and respected my ideas. She is quite different from my mother Fan Qianqian," he said.
"Do you mean that now you control Yan Wangchuan 's body with Fan Xiaolu 's consciousness? And you like being him?" Long Xi asked.
"Right you are. But I used Yan Wangchuan's computer to enroll for the reality show of Hip-Hop Dancers in the name of Fan Xiaolu. My mother was strongly against it. She even asked someone to watch me and prevented me from signing up online. Haha, God helps me! But, strangely, three days ago, my consciousness returned to Fan Xiaolu's body. Because of my mom's commands, Butler Qin and the servants didn't let me leave home!" Yan Wangchuan said.
"Qianqian is indeed a 'tiger mother'," Long Xi said with a smile.
"Tiger mother? She is a tyrannosaurus mother! She also did not allow me to dance, or audition in B city," Yan Wangchuan complained.
"So how can you become Yan Wangchuan again?" Long Xi asked.
"I envy him so much. His home is the freest place in the world! I prayed to God the night before that I wanted to exchange consciousness with him. Maybe God heard my prayer!" he answered.
"I don't know when you've believed in God," Long Xi said.
"Eh... in fact, I have no religious belief. I just prayed to Buddha, no, to God for help in time of emergency. What about you? When did you become a Buddhist?" Xiaolu asked.
"It was my grandmother's faith in Buddhism that influenced me. She taught me to be kind and do good things without asking for repayment, just for peace of mind," Long Xi replied earnestly.
Xiaolu nodded and said, "I don't believe in Buddhism, but I believe in you. I also do volunteer work to help those in need. It may be true that good-heartedness often meets with recompense. Two days ago, I woke up to find that I became Yan Wangchuan again. Great! I can enjoy dancing again."
Long Xi asked, "But why don't you contact us? We're all worried about you, especially Wei Wei. You know she loves you."
Fan Xiaolu said, "I know, but I just regard her as my little sister. Love cannot be forced. I dared not contact you! I noticed that there was something wrong in the chatting records of Yan Wangchuan's Wechat. I found that our classmates seemed to have experienced bizarre things. Meanwhile, I received a message from Fan Xiaolu's Wechat, which told me not to tell anyone the truth about what happened to me; otherwise, Yan Wangchuan, me and our mothers would die."
Long Xi shook her head and said, "I don't believe that you are Fan Xiaolu. He would not easily compromise to anyone."
"What? Don't you believe me? Well, let me show you a hip-hop dance to prove myself. Although I can't control this body with ease. I have adapted to it for several days, and now it's OK for me to dance. Yan Wangchuan can't dance hip-hop, right?" he asked.
Long Xi nodded.
He took his cell phone out of his trousers pocket. Long Xi recognized that it was the domestic Huawei that Yan Wangchuan usually used. The photo of Yan Wangchuan and his mother was its screen saver.
He played a rhythmic dance song on his mobile phone, handed it to Long Xi, and asked her to hold it for a while. After warming up, he started the breaking dance.
The 1990, Flare, Windmill, The 2000 Hand Spin, Head Spin... one by one, his near-perfect movements shocked Long Xi.
In her impression, Yan Wangchuan had no rhythm since his childhood.
When they were in kindergarten, she remembered that once the teacher chose several boys and girls for the dance performance at the end of the term.
The young female teacher chose Long Xi, as well as Yan Wangchuan, probably because he was good-looking and tall.
Though he spared no efforts to learn how to dance, he couldn't find the right pace, either faster or slower. Finally, the teacher had no choice but to replace him.
But now he seemed to have evolved into another person. Whether it was the grasp of rhythm, the familiarity of music, the control of the body, the completion of breaking dancing, or the expression of feelings, it was all in place.
When the music finished, he stopped by resting his head at an angle of 45 to the floor, gesturing the shape of heart with his hands. That was the final gorgeous ending.
Long Xi couldn't help applauding and made a compliment gesture.
Mr.Xu said, "What the hell is that Red Envelope Game? Are we really going to die if we don't get this done? Actually, I'm not afraid of death. I just want to see my daughter's killers die before I die. Okay, Long Xi, take care! Don't be the cat's paw!"Long Xi nodded, said goodbye to Mr. Xu, and then left.She called Yan Wangchuan to make an appointment on the rooftop of the teaching building. She had something important to ask.When Yan Wangchuan came, he said gravely, "Master Xi, I have to tell you the truth."Long Xi could feel her heart pounding in her chest. In fact, she almost knew what he was going to say.Yan Wangchuan said, "Actually, I am not Yan Wangchuan."Long Xi was not surprised. She rubbed his face and said smilingly, "I have long suspected that Fan Xiaolu disguised you. Am I right?"The fake Yan Wangchuan couldn't help laughing and let her knead his face without resisting."Oh-la-la! It feels good!" Long Xi exclaimed. His skin was so mellow and flawless that Long Xi fondled it admiringly. Finally, Long Xi convinced herself to move her hands away."Well, I am indeed Fan Xiaolu, and I didn't deliberately alter my appearance. Remember that day? I found you in the back hill and sent you back to your dormitory. After that, I went to the 7-Eleven on the street outside our school to buy something. On the way, I felt as if I had smelled a pungent taste and then fainted. I seem to have been sleeping for many days," Yan Wangchuan said."You slept for many days? Are you a pig?" Long Xi chuckled while making faces.Yan Wangchuan also laughed and made faces, looking precisely like Fan Xiaolu."Five days ago, I found myself waking up in his body and sleeping in his house. To be honest, it took me half a day to accept the fact! Yan Wangchuan's mother was pretty good. She regarded me as her son. She was very kind to me and respected my ideas. She is quite different from my mother Fan Qianqian," he said."Do you mean that now you control Yan Wangchuan 's body with Fan Xiaolu 's consciousness? And you like being him?" Long Xi asked."Right you are. But I used Yan Wangchuan's computer to enroll for the reality show of Hip-Hop Dancers in the name of Fan Xiaolu. My mother was strongly against it. She even asked someone to watch me and prevented me from signing up online. Haha, God helps me! But, strangely, three days ago, my consciousness returned to Fan Xiaolu's body. Because of my mom's commands, Butler Qin and the servants didn't let me leave home!" Yan Wangchuan said."Qianqian is indeed a 'tiger mother'," Long Xi said with a smile."Tiger mother? She is a tyrannosaurus mother! She also did not allow me to dance, or audition in B city," Yan Wangchuan complained."So how can you become Yan Wangchuan again?" Long Xi asked."I envy him so much. His home is the freest place in the world! I prayed to God the night before that I wanted to exchange consciousness with him. Maybe God heard my prayer!" he answered."I don't know when you've believed in God," Long Xi said."Eh... in fact, I have no religious belief. I just prayed to Buddha, no, to God for help in time of emergency. What about you? When did you become a Buddhist?" Xiaolu asked."It was my grandmother's faith in Buddhism that influenced me. She taught me to be kind and do good things without asking for repayment, just for peace of mind," Long Xi replied earnestly.Xiaolu nodded and said, "I don't believe in Buddhism, but I believe in you. I also do volunteer work to help those in need. It may be true that good-heartedness often meets with recompense. Two days ago, I woke up to find that I became Yan Wangchuan again. Great! I can enjoy dancing again."Long Xi asked, "But why don't you contact us? We're all worried about you, especially Wei Wei. You know she loves you."Fan Xiaolu said, "I know, but I just regard her as my little sister. Love cannot be forced. I dared not contact you! I noticed that there was something wrong in the chatting records of Yan Wangchuan's Wechat. I found that our classmates seemed to have experienced bizarre things. Meanwhile, I received a message from Fan Xiaolu's Wechat, which told me not to tell anyone the truth about what happened to me; otherwise, Yan Wangchuan, me and our mothers would die."Long Xi shook her head and said, "I don't believe that you are Fan Xiaolu. He would not easily compromise to anyone.""What? Don't you believe me? Well, let me show you a hip-hop dance to prove myself. Although I can't control this body with ease. I have adapted to it for several days, and now it's OK for me to dance. Yan Wangchuan can't dance hip-hop, right?" he asked.Long Xi nodded.He took his cell phone out of his trousers pocket. Long Xi recognized that it was the domestic Huawei that Yan Wangchuan usually used. The photo of Yan Wangchuan and his mother was its screen saver.He played a rhythmic dance song on his mobile phone, handed it to Long Xi, and asked her to hold it for a while. After warming up, he started the breaking dance.The 1990, Flare, Windmill, The 2000 Hand Spin, Head Spin... one by one, his near-perfect movements shocked Long Xi.In her impression, Yan Wangchuan had no rhythm since his childhood.When they were in kindergarten, she remembered that once the teacher chose several boys and girls for the dance performance at the end of the term.The young female teacher chose Long Xi, as well as Yan Wangchuan, probably because he was good-looking and tall.Though he spared no efforts to learn how to dance, he couldn't find the right pace, either faster or slower. Finally, the teacher had no choice but to replace him.But now he seemed to have evolved into another person. Whether it was the grasp of rhythm, the familiarity of music, the control of the body, the completion of breaking dancing, or the expression of feelings, it was all in place.When the music finished, he stopped by resting his head at an angle of 45 to the floor, gesturing the shape of heart with his hands. That was the final gorgeous ending.Long Xi couldn't help applauding and made a compliment gesture.
