Annan glanced at Nigel Elliot opposite him, raised his index finger, and made a silencing gesture to Shisanxiang, who was facing him, indicating that he would remember to keep quiet for a while.
Then he placed the "two-color scepter" horizontally at his feet - a position that would not be seen when he turned back from the front.
Shi Sanxiang glanced at Annan with understanding and nodded slightly.
Indicate that he has received the instructions.
Then he kicked the husky next to him, signaling her to get up quickly.
In case Annan was halfway through his routine, Husky would suddenly howl "Your Majesty Annan" as soon as he opened his eyes in a daze and mess things up directly.
It's true that most people can't do this kind of thing, but not Huskies.
It would be better to give some instructions.
To take a step back, it is better to wake her up when strangers are around. They are essentially on a business trip with the leader, and it is not polite to sleep soundly without any concern.
Shi Sanxiang thought so.
Not long after they got on the subway, Husky ignored any etiquette and sat down next to Shi Sanxiang. Then he closed his eyes and began to feel sleepy... After a few breaths, he fell asleep on his stomach.
.
That is to say, the tea table in the middle of the four seats is a bit low, so the husky can only curl up in the chair to sleep.
Otherwise, she would probably show off her unique skill of rushing to class to catch up on sleep in front of Annan.
Although this subway is not the same type of subway they use when commuting...the only thing they have in common is that they are both underground.
But just because of this name, Husky feels very sleepy.
As soon as she gets on the subway, she will start to feel sleepy - just like she usually does when commuting to get off work. When Shisanxiang is on the subway, she likes to wear headphones to listen to music, watch videos or collect some information.
Huskies, on the other hand, are the type who can start sleeping standing up while holding their mobile phones and hugging the pillars in the middle of the subway.
Because Huskies are indeed relatively sleep-deprived.
It's not that 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 then play on their mobile phones for a while after going to bed. The specific time to go to bed depends mainly on when the group members go to bed...
"My friends haven't gone to bed yet, is it okay for me to go to bed?"
The husky would answer so confidently: "It's so impolite to just chat and talk to each other."
It's like he's trying to kill his friends.
——Of course, Shi Sanxiang found out later, and those were all excuses.
Because some of Husky’s group friends are jet-lagged from him, 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..."
Shi Sanxiang sighed, turned her gaze to Annan, and gave Husky a wink.
"What?"
Husky became more awake, but still couldn't hear clearly what Shisanxiang was muttering, nor could he understand his eyes.
She put her face close to her, and her long white hair, which was frizzy because she was huddled in the chair, made her look like a large white fluffy dog. She asked with some confusion: "Why do you speak so softly?
Your voice is hoarse...and your eyes are uncomfortable?"
"It's okay. I mean, heartless people sleep very well..."
Shi Sanxiang finally gave up the idea of telling Husky clearly.
He directly stretched out his hand to hold down the husky's neck, pulled her head over, put his index finger in front of her mouth, made eye contact with the husky, and nodded to confirm.
The husky looked back at Annan and suddenly understood. He quickly reached out his hand to cover his mouth and nodded repeatedly.
"Why……"
Shisanxiang sighed helplessly.
He glanced at the husky and couldn't help but give another instruction: "If you want to sleep, remember to tie your hair and put it in front of you, or it will look better when you sleep. Don't you feel uncomfortable if you rub it in a mess?"
"...I almost want to cut my hair."
Husky grimaced and muttered in a low voice: "When I pinch my face, my long hair looks good, but it's so troublesome to wash it off..."
...then you still deserve it.
Shi Sanxiang was about to say a few words like this.
But he thought about it, and if he got support, he might really cut his hair. But after a few days, he would regret it, "Oh, why did I cut my hair then?"
...How can I put it this way, the silly brother turned into a beautiful girl and was quite cute.
Shisanxiang sighed again.
Even though I don't even have a wife, I felt the feeling of being a father in advance...
She still raised a silly girl.
This person's fate is unpredictable. Who knows that one day the stupid son in his dormitory will turn into a stupid daughter...
While the two people behind him were still mumbling, Annan had already stood up and walked to Nigel's side.
They were in the same carriage, but Nigel subconsciously sat in the corner. This put some distance between them.
When Annan sat next to Nigel in the posture of "Final Work: David", he was obviously shocked.
Nigel, who was reading a book, was startled when he saw a middle-aged man with black hair, black eyes, deep features, and a kind and cheerful smile sitting opposite him without any acknowledgment.
Mainly because of his sharp eyes as a famous painter, he can analyze the figure and many details of the opponent at a glance.
The figure that is not bloated at all, but full of strength and elegance, is like a sculpture carved by a master sculptor. And if he is a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles, then his skin is too fair and not dry enough.
It seems even more inconsistent.
It was precisely because Nigel knew enough about the human body that he realized something was wrong.
His eyes quickly jumped between his fingers, and he quickly caught a silver ring.
——He is indeed an extraordinary person.
And he is also a high-ranking Silver-level transcendent...
Nigel's heart suddenly tightened.
Hearing the mutterings behind him, which were deliberately lowered, made him even more flustered - it was clear that he had something to say, but he didn't want to hear it. If he had such a reaction, he probably had recognized himself.
But I was sitting on such a fringe, without even memorizing my drawing board... Shouldn't my identity be exposed so quickly?
"Hello, Mr. Nigel... I shouldn't admit my mistake, right?"
The middle-aged man with a kind and cheerful smile sat opposite Nigel: "I am your fan!"
"...Yes, really."
Nigel looked embarrassed.
He obviously didn't quite believe it - but the situation in front of him didn't seem to tolerate his disbelief.
"it is true."
The middle-aged man's face became a little more serious: "I have liked your paintings since a long time ago.
"That was a long time ago...I don't just like your current paintings. I also like those...clumsy and hard-working paintings from before the 'silent twenty years'. Each one looks like
He is a painter who tries his best to make his heart vomit.
"Like a struggling and burning flame in the snowfield - I like the light that bursts out of that effort."
Hearing this unexpected statement, Nigel raised his head in shock.