The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 11: I am your fan!

Annan glanced at Nigel Elliott across from 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 looking back from the front.

Shi Sanxiang glanced at Annan with understanding and nodded slightly.

Indicates that he has received the instructions.

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

Lest Annan get in the middle of his routine, Husky would suddenly howl "Your Majesty Annan" as soon as he opened his eyes in a daze, messing things up directly.

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

It would be better to give some advice.

To take a step back, it’s better to wake her up when strangers are around. They are essentially on a business trip with their leaders, and they have no scruples about sleeping soundly and are not very polite.

Shi Sanxiang thought so.

Not long after they got on the subway, Husky ignored any etiquette and sat down next to Shisanxiang. Then he closed his eyes and started to feel sleepy... After a few breaths, he lay down on his stomach. Fell asleep.

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 as the 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 I get on the subway, I will start to feel sleepy - just like I usually do when commuting to get off work. When Shi Sanxiang is on the subway, she likes to wear headphones to listen to music, watch videos or collect some intelligence.

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 mainly depends on when the group members go to bed...

"My friends haven't slept yet, is it okay for me to sleep?"

The husky will answer so confidently: "We are chatting and everyone disappears. How impolite!"

It's as if he is trying to boil his friends to death.

——Of course, Shi Sanxiang found out later, and those were all excuses.

Because some of Husky’s group friends are jet lag with him, even if Husky stays up until dawn, they will not sleep...

"...huh...huh?"

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

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

Shi Sanxiang sighed, turned his gaze to Annan, and gave Husky a wink.

"What?"

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

She put her face close to her, and her long white hair, which was a little 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 loudly?" So young? Your voice is hoarse...and your eyes are uncomfortable?"

"It's okay. I mean, heartless people sleep really well..."

Shisanxiang 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.

"Hey..."

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 sleep in a better position. Don't you feel uncomfortable when you rub it into a mess? ?"

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

The husky muttered with a grimace: "When I pinch my face, my long hair looks good, but it's so troublesome to wash it off..."

... Then you deserve it.

Shi Sanxiang was about to say a few words like this.

But he thought about it, and if he got support, this Erha might actually cut his hair. But after a few days, I will regret it again, "Why did I have to cut my hair then?"

...How can I put it, 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...

I still raise a silly girl.

This person's fate is unpredictable. Who knows that one day the silly son in his dormitory will become a silly daughter...

While the two people behind him were still muttering, 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 puts some distance between them.

When Annan sat next to Nigel in the posture of "Final Work: David", he was obviously shocked.

Seeing a middle-aged man with black hair, black eyes, deep features, and a kind and cheerful smile sitting opposite him with no acknowledgment, Nigel, who was reading a book, was suddenly startled.

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 is not bloated at all, but is full of strength and elegance. It is like a sculpture carved by a master sculptor. And if he is a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles, then his skin that is too fair, not dry and rough enough is even more inconsistent.

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

His eyes quickly jumped between his fingers, and he quickly captured 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 muttering behind him that was 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 you have this reaction, you probably have recognized yourself.

But sitting on such a fringe and not even carrying a drawing board... shouldn't my identity be exposed so quickly?

"Hello, Mr. Nigel...I must not 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. ~IndoMTL.com~ He obviously didn't believe it - but the situation in front of him didn't seem to tolerate his disbelief.

"It's 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'. Every time Each painting seems to be about to vomit out the heart, and the painter tried his best.

"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.

He looked at the middle-aged man blankly.

For a moment, his eyes turned red.