I stopped, and looked back suspiciously.

Are you calling me?

I pointed to myself.

The man named Rodney nodded at me.

I twitched the corners of my mouth and said to myself: Is it true that as mentioned in the online novels of my previous life, nobles will always suffer from a disease called 'if you don't force you to do something, you will die'?

Could he be the brainless aristocratic male number one who is destined to become my stepping stone?

Thinking of this, I said, "Is there anything wrong with you?" ”

"Yes, of course" Rodney saw that I hadn't passed, and walked over with a smile.

Is he going to take the initiative to launch a provocative offensive against me?

In this case, the general next plot development will be: he and I are rude, I am polite, he continues to pretend, I continue to be polite, he pretends to be forced again, I can't bear it, so I just started it, beat him so that he didn't even know his own mother, and then he was covered with nosebleeds, pointed at me and said, you wait for me, I will definitely take revenge, and then I pouted coldly, hehe.

That's pretty much it.

I was obsessed with the next plot, and even took the opportunity to twist my wrists and arms, ready to fight.

Rodney approached me, straightened his chest, and suddenly said, "You think this torch is expensive, don't you?" ”

"Yes," I replied.

"Actually," Rodney smiled, "I think the same as you." ”

Huh?

What's going on?

What about the plot of pretending to be forced to fight?

Why didn't you follow the script?

"Actually, you don't have to be so surprised," Rodney still smiled, "I'm just like you, I'm a minimalist. ”

Then, he talked eloquently: "Whether it is furniture, ornaments, bonsai, carving, or as small as pencils, erasers, toilet paper, slippers, all of these things need to be simple, simple, not only a style, but also an attitude, but also a life, but also a life!" ”

As he spoke, he became excited and raised his arms high: "Only in the simple style can I get the quietness of my heart, realize the sublimation of life, forget some, return to myself, and return to nature!" ”

I watched his passionate speech with black lines on my head, and in my eyes, he was a pyramid scheme worker with a postmodern art style.

"How about it, will you be moved by my thoughts, will you feel like a confidant because of it?"

He asked me, his eyes widened with excitement, he gasped for breath.

I was stunned for a long time before I came back to my senses, twitched the corners of my eyes, paused for a long time, and said, "Well, ah, maybe, probably, probably.."

Rodney's eyes instantly widened, and he suddenly raised his hand, held my hand tightly, and said with an excited expression on his face: "Confidant, I met confidant, hahahahaha!" ”

I'm rubbing, what's the situation?

I was stunned, stiff and motionless, and my eyes looked like I was looking at a severely mentally ill person.

"What the hell do I rub?"

I said casually.

Rodney didn't understand what I was saying, but he didn't care, the doubts in his eyes flashed, but the two bodyguards behind him were very clever.

"Our young master's surname is Carter," one of the bodyguards said to me.

"Ahh That's right." When I heard this, I was at a loss: "And then? ”

Cough.

The bodyguard who spoke choked on saliva.

Another bodyguard answered: "Carter, the surname of the largest family and the supreme ruler of our Ari City, that is to say, he is the young master of our Ari City, Carter Rodney. ”

"The largest family. Supreme Ruler."

I muttered a repeat, then looked up, stared at Rodney for a few seconds, and asked, "Then you must be rich?" ”

"Boy, you are too presumptuous" Rodney and the bodyguards didn't speak yet, the boss here couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart first, he pointed at me and said angrily: "Very rich, how can he be very rich, he is the young master of our Eri City, the future heir of the city lord, how can he use the word very rich to describe our great young master!" ”

I frowned, regretting coming to this store to buy torches, seeing that Rodney was still looking at me, as if he was still waiting for my praise for him, looking at the smile on his face, it was almost stiff and fixed, I grinned, showing a mouth full of white teeth: "So, hello local tyrant, goodbye local tyrant." ”

Turn around, and I'm about to step out of the store.

"Wait!"

Behind me, Rodney's voice came again, and I didn't want to have anything to do with him, so I kept walking.

"Stop!"

Rodney grabbed me by the shoulder, I stopped, looked at his hand, and his slightly impatient look: "Hey, we are not familiar yet, even if we do, if you are like this, I will sue you for [sexual] harassment." ”

"You misunderstood" Rodney hurriedly withdrew his hand and said frankly: "Actually, I have always wanted to find a real confidant and be my friend, and I met you so easily today, so naturally I won't be thrown away so easily." ”

"I said confidant," he came up to me, grabbed my shoulder, licked his face and smiled, "Let's be friends." ”

"Confidant?" I repeat the word, always feeling awkward: "When will I become your confidant?" ”

"Just now" Rodney was surprised: "Think about it, you are also a minimalist, I am also a minimalist, a minimalist meets a minimalist, what else can this not be a confidant?" ”

"Minimalist?"

I looked up and down at my equipment, it was simple enough, no wonder he thought so, but after only a few glances at him, I sneered: "By the way, you are dressed in a gorgeous suit. Can it be called minimalist? ”

"Superficial, really superficial" Rodney shook his head in disdain for what I had just said, "You can't just look at people by their appearance, in fact."

He whispered: "Actually, the underwear and socks I wear are the same color, which is not considered minimalist." ”

Ahem.

I coughed twice in embarrassment, this man is definitely a stupid and sick type of money-rich man.

"What, I still have something to do, so I'll go first."

Afraid of being infected by such a fool, I hurriedly made excuses to get out, but unexpectedly, these two goods did not give up, pulled my shoulders and asked me to be friends with him.

I've heard of people who force good people to become prostitutes, but I haven't heard of big men who force big men to be friends in broad daylight.

I don't know what his sexual orientation is, if he is crooked, with this hand, it is estimated that in three years, there will no longer be any man with a full chrysanthemum in Eri City.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but subconsciously protect the chrysanthemum with both hands, and even prepared to rather be broken than broken.

At this moment, the low-pitched and powerful Internationale sang silently in my heart: Arise, chrysanthemum-stricken people; Get up, the one who was picked up with soap! Full of blood is already boiling, to fight for chrysanthemums..

The truth is: the head can be broken, the blood can be shed, and the chrysanthemum cannot be lost!