Chapter 11 I Am Your Fan!

Annan glanced at Nigel Elliott across the way, raised his index finger, and made a silence gesture to Shisanxiang who was facing him, signaling him to remember to keep quiet for a while.

Then he put the "two-color scepter" horizontally under his feet-it was a position that he would not see when he turned his head from the front.

Thirteen Xiang glanced at An Nan knowingly, and nodded slightly.

Indicates that he has received instructions.

Then he kicked the husky next to him, signaling her to get up quickly.

In case Annan's previous clichés were half-baked, Huskies would yell "His Majesty Annan" as soon as he opened his eyes in a daze, directly messing things up.

It is true that ordinary people cannot do this kind of thing, but Huskies may not.

It's better to ask more or less.

Take a step back and wake her up when strangers are around. They are essentially on a business trip with the leader, and it is not very polite to sleep soundly without any scruples.

Thirteen Xiang thought so.

Not long after they got on the subway, the husky sat down next to Shisanxiang regardless of the etiquette, and then closed his eyes and began to feel drowsy... After a few breaths, he fell asleep on his stomach .

That is to say, the tea table between these four seats is a bit short, and the husky can only curl up in the chair to sleep.

Otherwise, she would probably perform her unique skill of rushing to class to catch up on sleep in front of Annan.

Although this subway is not the same as the subway they use to commute to and from get off work...the only thing they have in common is that they are all underground.

But just because of this name, Husky felt very sleepy.

As soon as I get on the subway, I start to feel sleepy—just like I usually do when I commute to get off work. Thirteen Xiang is on the subway and likes to listen to music with headphones, watch videos or collect some information.

Husky is the type who can stand up and start sleeping while holding his mobile phone and hugging the pillar in the middle of the subway.

Because huskies are indeed relatively more sleep-deprived.

It's not because huskies work harder than Shisanxiang—in fact, huskies get off work earlier.

It's just that huskies usually play games until after twelve o'clock, and they will play with their mobile phones for a while after going to bed. The specific time to sleep depends mainly on when the group of friends sleep...

"The group of friends are still awake, is it appropriate for me to sleep!"

The huskies would answer so confidently: "Talking and chatting, the heavens and the people will disappear, how impolite!"

As if trying to boil the group of friends to death.

——Of course, Shisanxiang found out later, it was all an excuse.

Because Husky has some group friends and he has a jet lag, even if Husky stays up until dawn, they won't sleep...

"... Huh... Huh?"

The husky was kicked, made a strange sound and woke up: "What's the matter..."

"Occasionally, I really envy your sleep quality..."

Thirteen Xiang sighed, turned his gaze to Annan, and gave Husky a wink.

"what?"

Husky became more sober, but he still couldn't hear what Shisanxiang was muttering, nor could he understand the look in his eyes.

She moved her face closer, and her long white hair, which was frizzed because she was huddled in the chair, made her look like a large white fluffy dog, and asked with some doubts: "Why do you speak so softly? Your voice is hoarse... and your eyes are uncomfortable?"

"It's okay. I mean, the quality of sleep is really good for heartless people..."

Thirteen Xiang finally gave up the idea of ​​making it clear to Husky.

He directly reached out to hold Husky's neck, turned her head over, put his index finger in front of her mouth, met Husky's eyes, and nodded again to confirm.

Husky looked back at Annan, and suddenly realized, he quickly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and nodded repeatedly.

"Hey……"

Shisanxiang sighed helplessly.

He glanced at the husky, and couldn't help but said again: "If you want to sleep, remember to tie up your hair and put it in front of you, or the sleeping position will look better. Don't you feel uncomfortable if you rub it in a mess?"

"...I want to cut this hair off."

Husky muttered with a bitter face: "I think long hair looks good when I pinch my face, but it's so troublesome to wash..."

... Then you deserve it.

Thirteen Xiang was about to say a few words like this.

But he thought about it, if he got support, this Erha might really cut his hair. But after a few days, I will regret it again, "ah, why did I cut my hair at that time".

...How should I put it, the stupid brother turned into a beautiful girl is quite cute.

Thirteen Fragrance sighed again.

Obviously I don't even have a wife, so I felt the feeling of being a father in advance...

She raised a silly girl.

The fate of this person is unpredictable, who knows that one day the silly son in his dormitory will become a silly girl...

While the two behind them were still whispering, Annan got up and walked to Nigel's side.

They were in the same compartment, but Nigel subconsciously sat in the corner. This puts some distance between them.

When Annan sat next to Nigel in the posture of "The Last Work: David", he was obviously taken aback.

Nigel, who was reading a book, was startled when he saw a middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes, deep facial features, and a kind and cheerful smile sitting across from him without any pretense.

Mainly because of his sharp gaze as a famous painter, he can analyze the figure and many details of the opposite person at a glance.

That figure, which is not half bloated, is full of strength and elegant beauty, is almost like a sculpture carved by a master sculptor. And if he is a warrior who has experienced many battles, his skin that is too fair and not dry enough is even more inconsistent.

It was because Nigel knew enough about the human body that he realized something was wrong.

His gaze flicked between his fingers, and soon caught a silver ring.

——As expected, he was an extraordinary person.

And it's a high-ranking silver-ranked Transcendent...

Nigel's heart tightened suddenly.

He was even more flustered when he heard the murmurs behind him deliberately lowering his voice—it was clear that he wanted to say something, but he didn't want to hear it. To have this reaction, most of them have recognized themselves.

But sitting on the edge, without even reciting the drawing board... Shouldn't his identity be exposed so quickly?

"Hello, Mr. Nigel... I don't think I'm wrong?"

A middle-aged man with a kind and cheerful smile sat across from Nigel: "I'm your fan!"

"...Yes, yes."

Nigel looked embarrassed.

He obviously doesn't believe it - but the situation in front of him seems to be unable to tolerate his disbelief.

"it is true."

The face of the middle-aged man became a little more serious: "I have liked your paintings since a long time ago.

"That was a long, long time ago...I don't just like your paintings now. I also like those... clumsy and hard-working paintings before the 'silent twenty years'. Every one is like He is a painter who tries his best to make his heart vomit.

"It's like a flame struggling to burn in the snow field - I like the light that bursts out of that effort."

Hearing this unexpected speech, Nigel raised his head in astonishment.

He stared blankly at the middle-aged man.

For a moment, the eye sockets were a little red.