Why do I feel so dizzy...I shouldn't have drank alcohol recently. Why do I feel like I'm hungover? And the bed is a bit hard. The temperature doesn't seem right either. Is it that hot in Victoria in the summer?
No, I can't say for sure. After all, I have only been here for two years... Maybe if I stayed longer, I would have seen such hot weather.
"I *expletive* Longmen*, die *expletive* Longmen*!"
Who cursed early in the morning? And in Cantonese?
Wait, no. Where did Victoria get the Cantonese curse?
Jiang Yan opened his eyes without knowing what was going on.
"...The sun is so big and the weather is so clear." Jiang Yan showed a happy smile. At least this sun is still the sun he knows and has not traveled through time again.
...Wait a minute, how do I know that this sun is the same as the sun I know?
Jiang Yan moved around and finally discovered why the bed felt like it was full of holes.
Jiang Yan forced a smile, his eyes twitched, and said as calmly as possible: "Yes, not only have I slept in a cave but also on a sofa in a bureau. We have also slept in a garbage dump."
And the posture was quite sexy. - He didn't say this bad thing in the end.
Rao Jiangyan was a happy man, and he could not accept such grievances. A sound like killing a pig rushed out from the garbage pile, startling a few sparrows on the telephone poles.
"The hell did you take off my clothes?! Give me a pair of flowery underwear?!...Wait, I seem to be wearing them myself...It doesn't matter!"
"Who even prepared a "Death of Marat" for me?!"
Jiang Yan didn't like art classes when he was still in school on Earth - but he did pretty well in art history. He could chat with people for a while on topics related to famous paintings, and this was the one that left the deepest impression on him.
A piece of neoclassical work "The Death of Marat" by Jacques-Louis David.
He still remembered that it was a winter when the grass was long and the orioles were flying. The winter in the south was not as cold as the north. But for this reason, there was basically no heating. On a day when everyone had already put on long johns and down.
, the young and enthusiastic art teacher said to them passionately:
"The theme of today's oil painting class is to imitate "The Death of Marat". Now we need a classmate to be our model——"
I don't know how she moved a bathtub into the classroom.
I don’t know how Jiang Yan persisted in finishing those four art classes.
Back to the topic - now Jiang Yan's posture is exactly the same as that of Mara who was assassinated: the same naked body; the same sideways body, hands clasped; there is even something on his hand.
Wait, what I have in my hand is a tablet...and the Black Steel International logo? Jiang Yan seemed to have realized something, and pressed the home button with a grim expression.
The device wakes up - Connor's big face appears on the screen.
"I'm DNMD——!"
Jiang Yan was about to throw out the tablet in his hand when Connor's voice came:
"Don't throw things away in a hurry, Jiang Yan."
Jiang Yan took the tablet back with a dark face, pointed at Connor on the screen and said fiercely: "You--"
Connor on the screen looked calm: "Yes, we are plotting against you."
Jiang Yan, who had his lines taken away from him, was stunned for a moment, and then put on a bitter and resentful look: "I——"
"You were fucked by us, starting when you were eating."
Jiang Yan's eyes widened and he opened his mouth slightly: "This..."
Connor's expression became more and more disgusting, and he suppressed a smile and said: "This is not a video call, it is a recorded video, and you can even find a progress bar."
Jiang Yan grabbed his hair with one hand and stared at the messy tablet for a long time, unable to speak. Finally, he asked his first non-scrupulous question:
"Where is this?"
"You should be asking questions now, provided you are calm enough. The first question, if I guessed it correctly, should be 'Where am I'."
"Then, preparatory operator Jiang Yan, your field test location is the international mobile city, the intersection of fashion and tradition, the chaotic place where darkness and light coexist-"