Became a vicious male mother

Chapter 6 is crazy, but I won't post it.

Unprecedented.

After several people finished performing, an unexpected person came up on stage.

The surroundings immediately fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned to Li Hetai.

Li Hetai went up on stage, took a piece of paper, and quickly drew a person.

The man had his back turned; he was tall and strong, with his head slightly tilted, revealing a bit of the tip of his nose.

Li Hetai focused intently on his pen, his wide collar cupping his cheeks, revealing his smooth chin and hinting at his well-defined features as he grew up. His seriousness was undeniable.

Yu Jin, who was standing nearby, was stunned. He leaned closer to Li Hetai, his eyes wide open: "Who did you draw? Is it Uncle Li?"

The figure drawn on the white paper with a black pen resembles the physique of a model hired by the company, clearly not the robust and muscular Uncle Li.

Yu Jin assumed that Li Hetai had just drawn a random person, and said playfully, "You also want to participate in the practical activities, right? We can keep each other company."

The last stroke of the brush was completed, and Yu Jin grabbed it and presented it to the teacher.

It's really well drawn.

The teacher subtly glanced up at Li Hetai, who was silently bowing his head.

Although he is called the young master of the Li family, he never sees his parents at the annual parent-teacher conference. Instead, the head of the Li family attends Yu Jin's sports meet and personal performances to show his support.

There's a long-standing rumor in the industry that Li Hetai is the illegitimate son of the head of the Li family.

Gossip is just gossip; it has absolutely nothing to do with his job as a teacher.

The activity started at noon, and we ate lunch there.

Li Hetai, carrying his schoolbag, walked towards the school bus.

As I passed by the school basketball team's changing room, someone tugged at my collar and quickly pulled me inside.

The wall coverings in the changing room are a warm yellow, with cloud patterns and little suns.

A muffled "bang" rang out.

Li Hetai was pushed against the wall by several forces.

"He Tai, let's give the spot to Geng Yi."

The man in front of me was wearing American-style sportswear and spoke with a strange accent. He had bronze skin and was tall and strong. "Let me introduce myself. I'm new here. Call me Yu Yangcheng."

"Don't be polite with him," someone said.

"He is the illegitimate son of the Li family, and they never even celebrate his birthday."

"Yu Jin and he share the same birthday. I went to Yu Jin's birthday party yesterday, and guess who didn't show up?"

Several people laughed until their eyes were squinted into slits.

"I heard you have a stepmother?"

"Your dad married your stepmother on your birthday? How pitiful."

“I just attended your mother’s funeral last week.”

Seeing that the conversation had turned to other people, Yu Yangcheng said with dissatisfaction, "Hey, I asked first." After shouting, he turned to Li Hetai and said, "In short, can you give up your spot?"

Li Hetai silently looked at the group of people: "Make way."

“I have the latest Nintendo at home, it’s not even on the market yet. I got it from Japan through connections. If you give up your spot, I can let you play for a few days,” Yu Yangcheng said haltingly, his accent trembling.

Li Hetai remained unmoved and slapped away the dirty hand that was grabbing his shoulder.

Yu Yangcheng tried both hard and soft tactics, but the person in front of him remained unmoved. Anger was already faintly rising on his face: "Will you give it to me or not?!"

After he finished speaking, the air stagnated for a few seconds, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The man completely ignored him, and Yu Yangcheng turned bright red.

He swung his fist and rolled up his sleeves, aiming his hand at Li Hetai's face, his fist creating gusts of wind.

Seeing this, the others quickly shouted for a halt.

When the fist slashed across Leh and Tai.

Yu Yangcheng's heart skipped a beat.

A pair of thick eyebrows came into view, sharp and piercing, pressing down on the eyes. The distance between the eyebrows and eyes was extremely close, revealing a cold, repressed, and resolute gaze, full of aggression. The contracted pupils were like a beast locking onto its prey, poised to strike.

Soon, the changing room was filled with the child's bloodcurdling screams.

*

The bus was delayed in stopping at the school gate.

The teacher leading the team and the safety officer counted several times, but they were still missing one person.

The teacher looked at the list from left to right and called out, "Who's missing? Everyone, look at each other."

Yu Jin sat by the window, her eyes constantly looking out the window.

Why hasn't Li Hetai arrived yet?

With a "whoosh," the driver's side door opened to one side.

Upon hearing the door open, Yu Jin quickly stood up, but the excited expression on her face vanished as soon as she saw who it was.

"Teacher, I'm here on behalf of student Li," the person announced loudly.

The teacher looked at the list, then at Geng Yi: "What's wrong with him?"

“Li was dragged off to play basketball by Yu Yangcheng. He was too embarrassed to tell you, so he asked me to come and take his place.”

Li Hetai did not participate in any of the practical activities, even campus activities. He was taciturn, kept to himself, and lacked enthusiasm and a strong sense of teamwork.

The teacher pondered for a moment.

Geng Yi is meticulous and caring, and has good interpersonal relationships. He just happens to need a junior leader to manage the class.

"Don't believe me? Look." Geng Yi smiled brightly as he looked at his teacher's thoughtful expression and pointed to the car window.

Through the car window, you can vaguely see a few people with their arms around each other in the basketball locker room in the distance.

Although the figure was blurry, Yu Yangcheng was tall and easy to recognize.

The teacher was a little annoyed that Li Hetai hadn't informed him in advance, so he waved his hand and said, "Everyone, fasten your seatbelts. We're leaving in one minute."

At the entrance to the changing room.

Li Hetai grabbed the person by the collar of the baseball uniform and pulled him out effortlessly.

Watching the bus slowly drive out of sight.

In the sweltering heat of over thirty degrees Celsius, Li Hetai looked coldly at the person in his hands, his gaze as icy as unyielding ice, chilling anyone to the bone.

*

Shenhua Hall.

There were many trucks parked outside.

One tripod after another was unloaded, and the photographer carefully carried the camera, which was half his body size, off the truck.

The staff member, wearing a name tag, led Gu Xinglan, who was dressed in a gray suit, inside.

In the dense crowd, Gu Xinglan stood out, conspicuous and eye-catching.

Lu Yinian spotted it at a glance.

"You've finally arrived. The assistant director saved you a copy of the script." He quietly leaned closer to Gu Xinglan: "That kid Xu Yin has been in the dressing room for over an hour now. I don't know what's wrong with his face."

Gu Xinglan looked around the scene and made eye contact with almost everyone around her. Her gaze fell on someone who was tying their hair up.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the assistant director quickly tied up his half-length hair and handed over the script: "This is the new script. You are responsible for leading the guests into the venue, and Xu Yin will be responsible for the second half of the guests' performance."

Gu Xing took the script and quickly scanned it.

When I rushed over from the company, I had already looked at the new script on the stage manager's phone.

The second half is actually the home game.

In the first half, he was to share half the time with the tour guide, so he only had half an hour. After the program was edited, it was uncertain whether he would even have ten minutes of screen time.

A strange and stifling feeling welled up in Gu Xinglan's heart.

"Go to the dressing room now." The assistant director's gaze was fixed on Gu Xinglan.

His job is simply to create opportunities for this person.

The Li family asked him to look after this inexperienced, pretty but talentless woman, and giving her more than half an hour was already the most generous thing he could do.

"Thank you." Gu Xinglan smiled, but inwardly she was extremely anxious.

"System, this identity has too many emotions." Now that he only has half an hour to appear, the emotions he had managed to calm down are starting to surge up again.

When he arrived at the company by taxi, he was mocked by several colleagues at the same table, and only one crew member from the filming crew stayed behind to wait for him.

From that time on, several strange emotions surged within me.

System: [You can give them a piece of your mind. Suppressing your emotions isn't good. Don't you humans have two famous sayings in the workplace: "If you're going to be crazy, just say it" and "Reorganize the workplace"?]

Gu Xinglan: "..."

If he were to go crazy and have a fit, what kind of psychologist would he be?

System: [There's another solution. You can give me a five-star review now to get a one-hour "soft and tender" buff, and then bring someone to share the burden with you. That way, you'll achieve your famous "law of conservation of energy."]

Gu Xinglan: Thank you.