You Are Deep in The Stars

“Dad, Mom.” Bai Xi called from the dining room downstairs, “Come down and get ready for dinner.”

“Okay,” Mrs. Bai recovered from the heavy past, angry and funny, “Xiao Bai is still the same as ever.”

“That’s good.” Han Zhuo said with a smile, “Xiao Bai is very receptive, and also very… heartless.” On the first day he was exposed to supernatural powers, he was panicking the whole afternoon, but in the evening, he only wanted to see little stars again and again.

After eating, Bai Boyang took out a stack of thick folders and handed all the information about people with powers to Bai Xi. Each folder was carefully marked with the year, starting from the first year of Bai Xi’s birth until the end of last month.

“Thank you, Dad.” Bai Xi felt a little guilty, “I’ve made you worry for so many years.”

“It’s my fault. I should have stayed outside the incubator and not let anyone get close to you.” Bai Boyang put out the cigarette butt, “There must be something really wrong with that homeless man, otherwise you shouldn’t have it…” He paused here, not wanting to tell him personally that his son was mutated.

“I know, but I have grown up, and Mr. Han is here.” Bai Xi smiled, “Don’t worry, I will protect myself.”

Bai Boyang nodded, did not say anything, and just patted him hard on the shoulders.

Although the superpower came unexpectedly, and the conspiracy behind it should not be underestimated, life would always go on, and the most important thing at the moment was undoubtedly Liu Chunchun’s painting exhibition. Although his name was fake, his age was fake, his resume was blank, and even his photo only had an abstract hand-drawn picture, all of his works were prepared with real care, so on the first day of the opening, everyone was still nervous. Bai Xi stayed in front of the computer, browsing the web for news again and again.

With the help of Moses Gallery, this exhibition looked extremely noble and high-end no matter from every aspect. Of course, the media would not write random things when they were paid to do things. As for art, it was actually difficult for ordinary viewers to distinguish what was a genius and what was a novice. They always thought that since it could be held in such a high-end and elegant hall, the level would not be any worse in any case – more importantly, the tickets were free and the transportation was convenient, so why not visit it to admire some art?

Even if it was just taking a photo and posting it on WeChat Moments, it was good.

So, many people all went together, the venue was full, and there was a queue to get in.

Mr. 215 had become the most popular new painter in China. Even Liu Chunchun’s favorite beauty anchor said, she was looking forward to drinking coffee together and chatting about Van Gogh in the future.

“Am I finally popular?” Liu Chunchun asked with tears in his eyes.

“You’re not popular.” Wang Yuanchen sat across from him with a glass of wine and said coldly, “Wake up.”

Liu Chunchun said, “Well…”

After a while, he added, “It’s like a dream.”

“This is just a dream.” Wang Yuanchen put down his wine glass and said in a harsh and sharp tone, “And once this is done, it will be over.”

Liu Chunchun sighed deeply. He squatted in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the traffic in the distance, muttering, “You are really a very realistic person.”

Wang Yuanchen raised his voice: “Huh? What about me?”

Liu Chunchun quickly replied, “You are extremely beautiful, elegant, noble, friendly, powerful and also very generous.”

“But there are really people who are willing to pay to buy my paintings.” Liu Chunchun emphasized again.

“That’s because I am the protagonist of the painting.” Wang Yuanchen reminded.

Liu Chunchun: “…”

Oh.

The naked body.

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“How long will they live together?” In the villa on the other side, Bai Xi was also asking Han Zhuo. Although the life of black truffles and caviar looked good, he could guarantee that Liu Chunchun would prefer the curry from the convenience store. Cheap meals and discounted beers.

“I guess it won’t take long.” Han Zhuo handed him the water cup and pills, “Use this first before you learn to control your superpowers, but don’t worry, there are no side effects.”

“Can I even control it?” Bai Xi raised his head and swallowed the pills.

“Of course, because your teacher is me.” Han Zhuo was wearing home clothes. Under the dim light of the bedroom, he looked warm and soft, very trustworthy.

Bai Xi sat cross-legged on the bed and said solemnly: “Thank you.”

“What?” Han Zhuo was a little surprised, “Why so serious all of sudden?”

“Without you, I would be very panicked when all this happened. “Bai Xi put his hands on Han Zhuo’s shoulders and repeated, “So, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Han Zhuo smiled and placed a soft, bright little star on Bai Xi’s nose.