You Are Deep in The Stars

The phone on the table began to vibrate untimely. Han Zhuo glanced at it and said, “It’s Chunchun.”

“You missed the celebration hot pot,” Bai Xi pressed the call button. “And I have to work overtime for the next week. Can’t come out.”

“It’s me,” Wang Yuanchen’s voice came from the other end of the phone, and Liu Chunchun’s weak accusation followed, “You robber!”

“Uh… is something wrong?” Bai Xi sat up.

“I’m looking for Mr. Han next to you,” Wang Yuanchen said with a cigarette in his mouth. “Although I don’t know what you are doing, please answer my phone.”

Han Zhuo took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket, and sure enough, twenty-five missed calls.

He raised his hands in surrender, he really hadn’t paid attention.

“Moses Gallery invites my employer to dinner tomorrow,” Wang Yuanchen got straight to the point. “It is said to be a grand celebration banquet, and many celebrities have received invitations.”

Han Zhuo frowned.

“No! Refused it.” The voice on the other line was so loud that Bai Xi hurriedly came over and asked, “Where is Chunchun? What does he think?”

“Him?” Wang Yuanchen glanced at the corner and said contemptuously, “If I agree to the other party, he will probably jump off the building right away.”

Liu Chunchun, holding the curtains, said aggrievedly and cowardly: “Oh, oh, oh, I don’t want to go!”

One Armani was already scary, let alone hundreds of Armani.

“Oh, that’s no problem,” Bai Xi calmly sat back in the chair, and said casually.

“You go alone,” Han Zhuo said again. “At least we need to know the other party’s next plan.”

Wang Yuanchen snorted dissatisfiedly, but he was still wary of Han Zhuo’s ability, so he reluctantly agreed. After hanging up the phone, Bai Xi asked, “Will there be any problem?”

“Of course not,” Han Zhuo said. “He won’t mess it up.”

“I mean, won’t Mr. Wang be in danger?” Bai Xi asked in a different way. “It’s a party at the Moses Gallery. There must be people from the underground warehouse inside, and you just said that people with superpowers are dangerous on Earth.”

“But he won’t be. There will be no danger, it will only put others in danger,” Han Zhuo smiled. “Unlike other superpowers, the underground warehouse has always known about his existence, but it is still helpless to deal with him.”

Arrogant, violent, mysterious, luxurious, and cruel, before Han Zhuo’s arrival, he was definitely one of the most powerful superpowers in the city, almost fearless.

Bai Xi suddenly put his palm against his forehead.

“What’s wrong?” Han Zhuo was slightly stunned.

“It seemed a little hot just now,” Bai Xi asked him nervously. “Don’t you feel it?”

“Yes,” Han Zhuo nodded and reminded him, “But this is a temperature that can melt metal. Are you sure you want to put it on your face?”

Bai Xi quickly pulled back his hand and said with a slight guilt, “I’m sorry, I forgot.”

“Put your hand out,” Mr. Han ordered.

Bai Xi refused, and he said fluently: “Corporal punishment violates the Youth and Child Protection Law.”

Han Zhuo laughed: “But you have reached the legal age of marriage.”

“Then you can’t hit me.” Bai Xi stretched out his right hand, “Here.”

Han Zhuo took out a small piece of ice from the salmon plate and placed it in his palm: “Melt it.”

Bai Xi used the method Han Zhuo taught before and tried to focus his thoughts on one place, and the temperature in his palm increased rapidly. The solid ice ball quickly turned into water, flowing through the fingers.

“Is it fun?” Han Zhuo ate slowly, “Now try to freeze it again.”

Bai Xi hesitated: “Can I do it?”

“Of course, you can, take your time.” Han Zhuo called the waiter, asked for a bottle of Bozi soda for him, “There is a reward.”

Bai Xi took a deep breath, stared at the palm of his hand, almost with a pious and careful attitude, and finally allowed a thin layer of ice crystals to form on the palm of his hand, like fine snowflakes, also like little white stars.

“It’s amazing.” Han Zhuo held his cold fingers, “Can the body temperature return to normal now?”

Bai Xi hesitated and shook his head.

“Please, I’ll be very cold.” Han Zhuo intertwined his fingers, “Hurry up.”

“I’ll freeze you,” Bai Xi said.

“That’s why you have to work hard.” Han Zhuo helped him open the soda with one hand, and said with a clear “pop”, “Here, it tastes like grape.”

It took a full five minutes this time before Bai Xi gradually felt the temperature of the other person’s palm. Looking at Mr. Han’s red and stiff right hand, he said guiltily: “Otherwise, I’d better treat you.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Han Zhuo asked for a hot towel for himself, “I am your teacher, so I can allow you to do whatever you want. There is no need to be pressured of anything.”

Looking at the other party’s gentle eyes, Bai Xi felt very touched.

So, he secretly decided to give Mr. Han ninety-nine carnations on Teacher’s Day next year.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.

Because he was really very sincere and very kind.