Rebirth of the National Male God

For the boys on the ground asking for trouble, Si Huang didn't mean to help.

Although she would have a good reputation for being generous by doing so, but... do you need it? Si Huang's eyes flickered, and he had no interest in touching people who were hostile to him for this benefit.

When there were no more people on the stage, Si Huang slowly got into a wooden wheelchair.

Her posture is leisurely, and she relaxes her entire body in a wheelchair. While everyone is waiting for her performance, the protagonist closes her eyes.

The darkness after the eyes were closed could not hide the light projected from above.

Si Huang sighed in her heart, she returned to the stage again, the only place where she could relax and feel free in the last life.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... Ten seconds, twenty seconds passed, and there were gradually whispers in the audience.

"Shouldn't I forget the words on the spot?"

"I think he was just pretending!"

"Shut up! If he plays Young Master Qianji, I will definitely follow the show!"

"Ah! His eyes are about to open!"

When they found out that Si Huang was moving, the students in the classroom actually shut up and went silent.

But Si Huang on the stage still seemed to be woken up by the noise, his eyes slowly opened, but only halfway through, then he didn't move lazily, squinting somewhere, moving his lips, "What's the noise?"

"hiss--"

what voice is this? So provocative!

The originally blessed voice had the nasal sound of just waking up from a light sleep, casually and gently, it got into the ear, and half of the body was numb.

"Huh?" Si Huang turned her head to the side, her eyes still fell on the empty place, and there was no exaggerated expression, even a faint expressionless, but it made the audience feel that there was such a person in her sight. Now, he respectfully told him something, and Si Huang listened quietly.

Five seconds later, Si Huang moved his eyes away, reached out and flicked on his legs, as if falling flowers were brushed away on her legs.

correct!

The audience present were all students who had read the script many times, but only when they saw Si Huang’s actions did they remember that this scene happened in Young Master Qianji’s yard. He was sleeping lightly under a Qionghua tree for a long time. It is natural to have fallen flowers on his legs.

Before everyone could marvel at Si Huang's control over the overall situation, she was distracted by her next casual remark: "What does the rise and fall of the world have to do with me? Disabled."

The same line was uttered by Si Huang in such an indifferent tone, as if he was saying that the weather is sunny today.

Young Master Qianji has been disabled since childhood, how could he not care about this?

Everyone thought that Si Huang had failed, but when they saw her expression, they were so shocked that they lost their words.

The teenager in the wheelchair casually stated his biggest flaw and pain, and lowered his head so that he could not see his eyes clearly, only the shallow curvature of the corner of his mouth, that was a smile! Not caring about the rise and fall of the world, not interested in those who come, but staring somewhere with half-drooping eyes, smiling softly.

With the slight rotation of his eyes, it seemed as if a butterfly was dancing in pursuit of the fragrance of flowers, and his attention and laughter were all due to this tiny creature.

The previous remarks were simply to drive away the group of outsiders who came for help, right?

Young Master Qianji, he never needs anyone's pitiful sympathy and is not ashamed of his disability.

His own existence is beyond the reach of countless people and can only be admired and admired. He is self-reliant, confident, self-improving, arrogant, and self-respecting, so why be pitiful!

At this moment, the young man seen in the eyes of everyone seemed to be under the Qionghua tree, wearing a wide-sleeved robe with white snow and plum blossoms. On his shoulders, his peerless appearance, and his unparalleled mechanical skills, he is as intelligent as a demon, but he is lazy and loves to eat.

Suddenly, the tip of his outstretched right finger trembled inadvertently, as if being gently pulled by a silk thread.

Ah... everyone suddenly realized once again: Young Master Qianji not only has both legs disabled, but also deafness in both ears. He pays attention to the situation around him through the arc—inner force condenses into extremely tiny invisible threads all around him, entwining around him. own fingers. Once someone gets close, touches his arc, and pulls his fingers, he will be noticed.

He turned his head to look at the stairs of the stage, and his vision changed as if someone was really walking towards him.

"His Royal Highness is here!" Someone in the audience shouted excitedly.

Many people were woken up by him, and they immediately realized that the person who came over according to the plot was not the Prince of Feng Chao?

The 'Master Qianji' on the stage didn't hear the shout. His gaze shifted upwards and landed on the face of Prince Feng Chao, who didn't exist. Given his height in a wheelchair, looking up at someone like this should be looking at someone. There is absolutely nothing wrong with the face of an adult.

Young Master Qianji is deaf in both ears, how can he 'listen' to people? He relies on looking, looking at people's lips.

"To shut up."

This tone was once again in stark inverse contrast to the boy's annoyed tone before.

Not to mention anger, not even a trace of anger, but rather annoyed by the noise of a fly, he waved his hand and slapped it away.

"Time is up." Sooner or later, Director Liu's voice sounded.

Everyone woke up like a dream, their expressions were weird, and their thoughts were still stuck in the last scene of Si Huang's performance. According to the script... At this time, the Prince of Feng Chao was indeed slapped with the palm of his hand, and he held back that he did not vomit blood.

Sihuang's expression on the stage was also startled, as if he hadn't woken up from a dream. She closed her eyes, opened her eyes, and within two seconds, the look in her eyes that belonged to Young Master Qianji had been completely hidden, returning to the wanton publicity of a modern teenager.

Director Liu watched the change in Si Huang's expression, the intense beating of his heart made his dark-skinned face flush red, and his voice was hoarse: "What's your name?"

"Sihuang." Sihuang stood up and faced Director Liu.

In this life, she will no longer be the puppet of 'Sihuang', but will take away this name, so that everyone who sees or hears this name thinks of her, and to obliterate that Sihuang's son who died early and died early, there will be no one else. Remember that he existed.