My wife is a passerby villain

Chapter 9 The Magic Assistant on the Stage
Yin Hang's chopsticks for holding vegetables stopped in mid-air, and he was a little dumb for a while.

Strictly speaking, the other party is still two underage girls.

And although his current body is still a minor, his real age is indeed older than them.

He really never considered their feelings, only the so-called progress of the plan.

Sure enough, with my own emotional intelligence, playing a galgame will end in BE, how dare I touch my feelings...

"sorry."

"How are your grades?" Jiang Shiyun suddenly changed the subject.

"Probably..." Yin Hang knew that the other party wanted to give him a step down, but he couldn't say enough about his grades, so he could only shake his head helplessly and said, "Is it in the early [-]s?"

This is the theoretical score calculated based on the fact that geography can pass, and other subjects can be performed normally, and there is no question given by Ge Jun.

"Oh, that's amazing, no wonder you're so good at math." Jiang Shiyun said with a faint smile, "If there are any questions I don't understand, can I ask you?"

"can."

This conversation reminded Yin Hang inexplicably of his senior year in high school.

It was a time dominated by a group of big animals with perfect scores in Keke.

Forget it, don't forget about it.

"Hey, are you done chatting? I'm coming back after chatting!" An Tong trotted back, holding a plastic bag with three glasses of orange juice in his hand.

After Yin Hang took a cup hesitantly, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and said, "How much?"

An Tong slapped Yin Hang on the back and said, "What kind of money, next time please!"

"Do you have a mobile phone?" Jiang Shiyun asked curiously.

"Day students allow..."

Halfway through Yin Hang's speech, he noticed something, and his expression gradually became serious.

I have a mobile phone?

It's over, forget about the office!
For the rest of the time, Yin Hang didn't participate in the communication any more, but ate quickly.

He had to send the phone back before the class teacher found out.

But the rice that was robbed of the side dish was really painful to eat.

Five minutes later, seeing that Yin Hang was about to leave with the plate, An Tong stopped him angrily and said, "Wait for us, let's go together?"

"Sorry, something urgent."

Yin Hang had just finished eating, but he rushed all the way to the office despite the discomfort in his stomach.

Bad luck, my head teacher ate in the office.

Yin Hang ran in hastily, and ended up staring at the head teacher who was chewing noodles for three seconds.

In these three seconds, Yin Hang had already figured out where to go for punishment in the afternoon.

The trash can is a good place, and I can lean against the wall for a while when I am tired.

In order to strive for a reduced sentence, Yin Hang surrendered himself very actively, and immediately handed in his mobile phone, saying that he was not used to it on the first day, and it was not a subjective error.

It's just that the remaining 67% of the battery is more or less embarrassing for Yin Hang.

I used too much on the bus in the morning, and it was cold at that time, and the electricity consumption was fast!
When Yin Hang was educated and was about to go back to the classroom, a boy in a summer uniform who had been waiting for a long time by the railing with his arms around his chest started to walk towards him.

"Hello, classmate."

Yin Hang didn't know this boy who looked clean and sunny.

The other party stretched out his hand, as if wanting to shake hands with him.

Do high school students have such solemn etiquette now?
"You are?" Yin Hang stretched out his hand, held it and asked doubtfully.

"My name is Qin Shimao, can you find a time to chat?"

……

At 27:[-] p.m., Yin Hang was the last one out of the classroom, feeling suspicious.

The timing of the other party's appearance was so coincidental, but he couldn't refuse.

After sorting out his thoughts for a moment, Yin Hang walked to the stairs on the west side, bypassed the football field and went to the sports equipment room.

Two minutes later, Qin Shimao walked over with the key and a big bag in his hand, and went in together.

There is a small compartment in the equipment room, which is piled with many discarded items, as well as torn socks and underwear that have appeared here for some reason.

Qin Shimao took out a fairly clean cushion, patted it on, and invited Yin Hang to sit down.

After Yin Hang sat down cautiously, Qin Shimao untied the plastic bag, flipped through it and asked:

"Wine or drink?"

"drinks."

"Drinks are not convenient for deep conversation." Qin Shimao handed Yin Hang a bottle of canned beer.

Yin Hang doesn't like drinking, not to mention that he is still underage.

But after all, he is the passive party.

Pulling off the lid, clinking glasses with the other party and taking a sip, Yin Hang immediately felt something was wrong, and looked at the liquid inside with a solemn expression.

It's fizzy cola.

"Want Sprite?" Qin Shimao lightly tapped the can in Yin Hang's hand with his index finger.

As if the color of the cola had faded, it melted instantly, and at the same time, the liquid level that had dropped after taking a sip also slowly rose.

Yin Hang kept silent, took another sip, and it did turn into Sprite as the other party said.

Yin Hang looked at Qin Shimao, while the other party slightly extended his hand and said, "How about this magic?"

"Very good," Yin Hang shook the can, took a big sip of Sprite and asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

"You should have guessed it, about magic."

"I can't do magic tricks."

"But you like magic." Qin Shimao said, pushing a mobile phone to him from the mat.

Yin Hang frowned slightly.

This is his own mobile phone, and he remembers the cracks on the screen very clearly.

"Don't get me wrong, your phone is still in the office, it's just a magic trick." Qin Shimao explained.

After hesitating for a moment, Yin Hang still picked up the phone, and found that it was unusually light, like a plastic case, but after pressing the power button, it turned on normally.

The web browsing history of this mobile phone is exactly the same as my own, and even typing YH with the keyboard, the word Yin Hang will pop up by default.

"Is this also magic?"

"of course."

"So, after reading my browsing history, you think I like magic?" Yin Hang pushed the phone back: "What is the purpose?"

"You know it." Qin Shimao said with emotion: "This world will become a stage, and countless magicians will compete to appear on the stage."

"The dazzling magician will remain in the center of the stage, and the gloomy magician will be driven out."

"I don't want to be a magician begging for applause, but an unknown magic assistant."

"This way at least you can step down with dignity."

After Qin Shimao finished his last sentence, he raised his hand and drank the beer in the can.

Yin Hang sat next to him, squinting his eyes, trying to be a qualified listener.

This age likes to pretend to be mysterious, he can understand.

But it's a good analogy.

I just don't understand.

Finally, he asked cooperatively, "So?"

"It's very simple," Qin Shimao said with a smile on his face, "I need someone to pretend to be a magician and come on stage with me."

(End of this chapter)