Chapter 20
Chapter 20
"...So you really can't let me draw a portrait of you?" He Ziran froze for a moment, then asked again unwillingly.
Qi Zhe blinked, not understanding why He Ziran asked again, but he still firmly refused, "No."
"Oh." Continue to hide among the mushrooms in the corner.
According to He Ziran's explanation just now, Qi Zhe simply changed it again.By the time he finished his work, it was already dark outside.
The painting in front of me has just been roughly drawn, and if it continues like this, it will probably not be finished in a few days.
Qi Zhe looked sideways at He Ziran in the corner, and asked with some embarrassment: "Excuse me, the things are temporarily placed here, can I continue to draw here next time?"
"Of course, this studio is always open to you, and you can come whenever you want."
He Ziran came over, leaned down to take a closer look at Qi Zhe's painting, and asked, "Do you need me to change the painting for you?"
"Thank you, but no need." Qi Zhe smiled at He Ziran, lowered his head and packed the painting tools around him, "I still hope that this painting can be completely completed by myself."
He Ziran looked at the portrait in front of him, raised his eyebrows in displeasure, and asked slowly, "So...why did you draw the land general?"
Time seemed to pause for a moment, and there was a little bit of embarrassment in the air.
Qi Zhe paused when he was packing his things, then lowered his head with a guilty conscience and explained: "I, I admire the land generals more."
Qi Zhe didn't know what he was guilty of. He had clearly seen the painting by the other party, but when He Ziran asked him, he still didn't know what to say.
"Is that so." Looking at the child who was deliberately avoiding his sight, He Ziran didn't want to ask more questions, but became upset with the painting in front of him for no reason.
Children can draw very well, but they are not very good at drawing.
Qi Zhe got up from the chair, walked to the side of the sink and started washing.
"Are you going back, shall I see you off?"
Qi Zhe wiped the water from his hands with a paper towel, and politely refused: "No need, I'll take the train back before the train stop time."
Seeing Qi Zhe's refusal, He Ziran didn't insist on insisting. He helped Qi Zhe pack his things and sent him downstairs.
"Thank you so much today?" Qi Zhe looked at He Ziran who sent him to the door, and thanked him earnestly.
He Ziran curled his lips into a smile, and stretched out his hand to grab Qi Zhe without making a sound.
There was no light in the secluded alley, the faint moonlight was covered by dark clouds, the expression on He Ziran's face was blurred, and the surrounding was eerily quiet.
A strong sense of oppression hit his face, Qi Zhe's eyes shrank for a moment, and he took a few steps back quickly.
Obviously, it was useless to dodge this point, Qi Zhe's wrist was easily grabbed by He Ziran.
At this moment, Qi Zhe clearly realized that this seemingly lazy and harmless man in front of him could kill him at any time.
Qi Zhe didn't struggle uselessly, his whole body tensed up, his amber eyes stared at the other party, looking for a suitable opportunity.
"Puchi." I don't know which point touched He Ziran's nerves, but the other party's brisk laughter echoed in the night sky.
What he imagined didn't happen. He Ziran gently held Qi Zhe's fingertips, bowed his head as if he was about to kiss them, but stopped before approaching the fingertips, symbolically completing the ceremony.
"No matter what troubles you run into, the Kael will always be at your service."
Different from the usual lazy and arrogant image, the man's voice is full of seriousness, and there seem to be countless emotions hidden deep in the black eyes under the night sky.
After saying this, He Ziran let go of Qi Zhe's hand, and returned to his previous lazy and casual appearance.
"What does this mean?" Qi Zhe's eyes were a little colder.
He Ziran didn't answer this question, instead he retreated into the house and said with a smile as if coaxing a child, "Remember to leave early, it's not safe to be outside alone at night."
After He Ziran finished speaking, he slowly closed the door, leaving only Qi Zhe standing outside the room alone.
Qi Zhe stared at the closed door, pondered for a moment, and finally turned and left the place silently.
[The train will be closed soon, please get on the train as soon as possible. 】
With the unemotional mechanical sound, Qi Zhe successfully caught up with the last normal train.
It was already late at this time, and there were not many people in the car. Qi Zhe huddled silently in the corner of the car, clenched his right hand tightly, and there were a few glaring red marks on his palm.
Qi Zhe's mind was very chaotic, and a sense of loss came from the bottom of his heart.
Maybe even Qi Zhe himself didn't know whether he cared more about He Ziran's unclear words, or himself who was completely powerless to resist at the time.
This is the first time Qi Zhe has clearly realized how dangerous his situation is after coming here.
Sighing lightly, Qi Zhe took out his optical brain and began to search for news about the Kael tribe.
There is very limited information about this race on the star network, and what can be found is only some unknown information and well-known examples written in textbooks.
Qi Zhe had never seen anyone of this race before. Apart from his own travel restrictions, there was also the fact that there were...too few people of this race.
In addition, this race does not have any particularly distinctive features. If it weren't for He Ziran, Qi Zhe would never have thought that he was from the Kael tribe.
Kael is a very powerful race, and the entire race of the other party has high spiritual power. More than half of the people with S-level spiritual power in the entire interstellar race belong to the Kael race.
Corresponding to this is the scarce population of this race, and what is even more strange is that the entire country has one and only one planet.
Most of the people of this race are scattered throughout the interstellar, the country has no fixed management system, and there are only elders of the clan who have been guarding there for many years on the planet.
But if he remembers correctly, strictly speaking, the elders are not the managers of the Kael tribe, and this tribe has always claimed to be free.
So... why He Ziran can say "the Kael tribe will always be willing to serve you".
The sound of the train arriving at the station interrupted Qi Zhe's thinking, he got off the car and returned to the room allocated by the Federation.
An indescribable sense of exhaustion swept through Qi Zhe's brain, but at this time Qi Zhe did not choose to rest but turned on his optical brain and logged into the virtual world.
He desperately needs to do something now.
[The game ends and Wu Xiang wins. 】
[The game ends, Yuan Man wins]
[The game ends, Song Qize wins. 】
…………
After losing several games in a row, Qi Zhe calmed down a little. His current state is so bad that even his opponents can tell it at a glance.
Qi Zhe did not continue this kind of meaningless competition, quit the battlefield, came to the mech training hall and entered the familiar training room number.
A flash of white light flashed, and Qi Zhe was teleported to the destination, but he did not see the familiar background of the starry sky and the mecha.
In front of him was a strange room, and there was only one bench in the empty room, and at this moment the familiar man on the bench was looking at him.
Maybe it's because too many things happened today, Qi Zhe felt that he missed him very much even after they separated not long ago.
"Why are you here so late?"
Lu Lin's voice reminded Qi Zhe of something belatedly.
I asked the other party for leave today, and it seems that I haven't received a reply from Lu Lin yet...
This major premise suddenly made Qi Zhe feel guilty, he hesitated and said: "I, I..."
Lu Lin looked at the child in front of him who was obviously not right, hesitated for a moment, and did what he always wanted to do but didn't do.
Qi Zhe was taken aback by the sudden weight on his head, and his soft black hair was touched by a strange hand.
He doesn't like to have physical contact with others, even his male father never touched his head after he grew up, but now...
"If you don't want to say it, then don't say it." A calm male voice came from above his head, and Qi Zhe felt an inexplicable sense of peace at this moment.
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