[BL] I Focus on My Career In Dog Blood Plots

Extras: Chapter 255

In the afternoon, it was time for the artists and animals to train together, and they needed to spread out and go to several different venues, with the owners of the mutated animals assisting them.

An Yinong took turns walking through the four training sites, answering questions and solving problems.

The four little ones he brought with him had already been taken away by the camp's director for what was euphemistically called 'exchange,' but they were going to play.

Familiarization, cooperation, repeat training, the first day ended quietly like this: the artists and the little animals said goodbye and left. An Yinong also took away the exhausted Sting and the others.

"Good cat, good cat." The training camp's camp director praised them. Sting had won the 'temporary mousetrap competition' by defeating Duanwu and the training camp's weasel and house snake and winning the championship.

"If you want to raise offspring, you must consider our side of the beautiful cat. Ah, the pups are half each." An Yinong walked out, but the camp director was still shouting.

"Hahahahaha, how popular." He rubbed Sting's long fur and plastered his face with all the critters, "Let's go home."

That night, he had the swallow skin ravioli he'd longed for and a loose omelet.

After saying goodnight to the little ones, he returned to his room, lay on the rattan mat, casually drew a book, and turned on the bedside lamp.

Han Yu was in the small study in the corner of the room where he could see, seemingly pondering the shape of something.

This small study is tiny, but he sits there, and the reassuring light fills the room.

An Yinong slid down, lay on the bed, and covered his face with a book: he was so happy now.

The next day, the training continued, and the artists came in early, feeding them food to cultivate their feelings and increase their tacit understanding.

Artiste Wu wilted, unsure if it was because his parents or the netizens scolded him.

After he blew himself up, a new batch of black fans who 'hate you for not eating minced meat' came out. It's just that life goes on, and An Yinong doesn't have any other life advice. If it doesn't work, just tough it out.

This day's feeders still followed the artists, offering them advice.

But they still preferred to look for An Yinong on the side.

An Yinong had to be a little calmer in his speech, not treating this group of big stars as big stars, but the four people all felt that it was more reassuring to be talked over by him when they didn't know what to do. (?)

The whole three days of accompanied training, An Yinong was a bystander, and when a camera swept up to him, he was pushed away, saying you guys take good pictures of the mutant animals. But his popularity on the internet still skyrocketed.

No longer a showbiz personality, An Yinong was careful and deliberated over every word he said, but, for some reason, his unadorned comments instead attracted more fans for him.

Or fans with a strange style of painting.

Because other people's fans are: ah, brother, people fell, want you to kiss and hug and lift high!

An Yinong's family's fans are: ah, teacher, I did wrong, scold me fiercely, don't dislike me politely, don't pity me for being a child!

An Yinong: ...... Be good, and don't stay up late. People are staying up stupid.