I Think You Are Blind

The whole story is finished, extras will be dropped randomly. Please collect the new "Tool Man Observation Diary" Outline EP1. Late at night, in a dark alley in Nanchuan City. Under the dazzling incandescent lights, a bunch of teenagers in strange clothes gathered. Many cool patterns were painted on the dilapidated walls. The deafening music echoed in the alley, and the crowd cheered one after another. In the darkness not far away, there is a little scarlet lurking here. "How about brother, I brought you here to find inspiration. You finally got it this time, right?" The young man beside him was tall and dressed in black, completely blending into the dark night. "No." Before the smoking man could finish speaking, he walked towards the crowd. The music with strong drumbeats impacted the eardrums of the crowd. In the center of the venue, the girl's figure was dancing. The small suspenders and hot pants cannot block her superior figure. When she dances, the white on her waist is like a summer meteor, dazzling but fleeting. Kick your legs, raise your hands, twist your waist, every movement is on the beat. The hot drum beat is like the accelerant in the fire, and the dancing girl is the spark. "Little Orange, you are so handsome!" The young man standing outside lowered the brim of his hat and strode away with the corners of his lips flying. "Fu Jie, why are you going?" The boy's grainy voice was filled with excitement, "I've got inspiration, let's go back and write songs!" EP2. "Zhu Zhi, let's go first." The classmates in the dance studio gradually dispersed. Su Zhi, wearing simple dance clothes, was still standing in front of the mirror practicing basic skills. She raised her legs and bent over, straightening her toes. A blush appeared on the girl's white face. In the silent space, footsteps suddenly came. The closed wooden door was pushed open, and Fu Jie, wearing a peaked cap and biting a lollipop, walked in. He stretched out his hand and knocked on the railing, "Classmate Xu Zhi, there is a rumor in the school recently that I am an old cow eating young grass. I am chasing my sophomore junior sister." Xu Zhi put his legs away and glanced at him inexplicably. "The rumored classmate Fu Jie has an unruly personality, is not short of money, is handsome, and is a genius in arranging. He is the chosen one that everyone calls, but he is also afraid of just a rumor?" The young man sneered and took the lollipop out of his mouth. The pair of peach blossom eyes under the brim of the hat lit up with tiny starlight, "I'm not afraid, but I just don't know what I think of the rumored heroine." Xu Zhi leaned against the pole and finally understood his purpose. She took a towel and wiped the thin sweat on her neck and smiled, "I didn't spread the rumors. Do you want to come here to accuse me?" The young man took off his hat, shook his head, and put it on her head with his backhand, blocking the girl's sight. "No, I'm just here to confirm this rumor." The man's breath approached quietly, and his orange-flavored lips landed on the corner of the girl's lips. "The rumors are confirmed. This young grass is quite sweet and tastes like small oranges." Pre-receipt of "Toolman Observation Diary" As a third-tier writer with great ambition, Suer's biggest wish is to publish the stories he writes, or even turn them into TV series. However, when I finished my last story, it was criticized by readers for being unsatisfactory. Having suffered from insomnia for many days, she decided to see a psychiatrist on the advice of her friends. The psychological clinic recommended by a friend is located on a busy street. I took the quiet and fast elevator up to the 32nd floor. The silence on the floor was incompatible with the bustling downstairs. Following the nurse's guidance, she pushed open the walnut-colored wooden door with the word Pan Fan written in regular script. The room is warmly lit and the air is filled with the relaxing scent of incense. Off-white tables and chairs, and a soft lounge chair in the corner. The man at the table turned his back to her and looked out the window. Surr stopped in place awkwardly. "Hello Dr. Pan, this is Suer who has made an appointment for the afternoon." The man turned around, his expression a little indifferent. The black suit he is wearing is low-key and luxurious. The moment his eyes met Sur's, a moment of surprise flashed across those fearsome eyes. The next second, he stretched out his hand to guide Surer to sit down as usual. He opened the file in front of him. "Hello, Miss Su, nice to meet you." The man stretched out his hand, with a hint of temptation in his eyes. Sur looked at the overly handsome face in front of him and was a little lost. When he came back to his senses, he found that he had stretched out his hands and firmly held the man's right hand, like a nymphomaniac. The man lowered his head, hooked his lips, withdrew his hand, and calmly chatted with her over her simple information. Within fifteen minutes, she, who was a little depressed, felt much more relaxed. Praise from the bottom of his heart, "Dr. Pan, you are so awesome. I have completely understood everything while chatting with you. It's almost time, so I'll go back first and won't disturb you." "Wait a moment." The man sitting on the chair stood up and took out his mobile phone to unlock it. "Your condition still requires regular follow-up visits for treatment. Please add my personal WeChat account so that you can arrange the time." Sur showed a shy smile and generously added him as a friend. Before leaving, he did not forget to praise, "Dr. Pan, you are such a professional doctor, let's see you next time." "Walk slowly." Less than three minutes after the girl left, a man wearing glasses and a doctor's gown walked in. "Yan Xie, you sit in my seat again. The nurse just said that a patient came to see me. Have you seen her?" "I saw it, the person went back." "Okay, then I'll make an appointment with her another day." Pan Fan sat in the recliner and poured himself a cup of tea leisurely. Yan Xie stood up and straightened his sleeves with a calm tone. "I accept the suggestion you made before. You don't need to help me find the target. I have just found it." "What do you mean?" The person who answered him was the figure of Yan Xie leaving calmly. - Three months later, Suer stood in Yan Xie's study and found a psychological evaluation report, which recorded the patient's condition development over the past few months. The moment he saw his name on the first page, all the confusion in his heart these days became clear. I thought it was her fault that she regarded Yan Xie as a tool for writing novels, but I didn't expect that she was the real tool. That night, she packed her bags and left the home where she once felt warm without looking back. Yan Xie opened the door of his home after getting off work in the early morning, and what greeted him was darkness. After searching the whole house, I finally saw the report opened on his study table. He was so smart that he guessed what was going on in an instant, and without any hesitation, he rushed to Sur's residence without stopping. Surr, who had insomnia and went to a convenience store to buy alcohol, bumped into Yan Xie who was coming up in the corridor. The girl's eyes turned red the moment she saw him. He said angrily, "A genius investor, worth tens of millions an hour, how can he waste his time here in the middle of the night?" "Err." The man begged for mercy. Sur stood in front of him, blocked by his tall body. "You are free, but I am not. Please give way." Yan Xie had rare mood swings and held her hand without any hesitation. "Er, listen to what I have to say." Surle leaned against the wall with his hands folded across his chest, looking impatient. "Say anything, I'm very busy." The man lowered his head, took a step forward and leaned against the girl. "I was wrong. I admit that I approached you with purpose in the beginning, but I didn't know at which moment I had already fallen in love with you." "If I can, I want to continue to be your tool. Can I have this honor? My only one." Purpose: self-growth