Chapter 64: Someone had changed his inhibitor!

The painting needed some more time to complete, and after Tang Bai and Xiao Cheng split up, he went to Xie Ruhang to work on his physical skills.

This time they jogged together in the playground, the sunset reddening the sky, the evening breeze much cooler, but not dispelling the cadets' restlessness.

Xie Ruhang corrected Tang Bai's running posture and helped him to control his running pace. Although Tang Bai's limbs were sore from running, with Xie Ruhang by his side, listening to the sound of each other's breathing and footsteps, he suddenly felt he could keep running like this.

Legend has it that there is a bird that has no feet, that is born to fly constantly, that its mission in life is to find a thorn tree, and that the moment it finds it is the moment of its death -

Sticking his chest into the thorns, he sobbed and sang.

Tang Bai grabbed Xie Ruhang's hand and touched the ring of thorns on his hand, thinking of Xie Ruhang's end in the book.

On the eve of victory, Xie Ruhang died at the dawn of his thirty-seventh year.

Tang Bai's grip on Xie Ruhang's hand gradually strengthened, and under Xie Ruhang's slightly confused gaze, Tang Bai forced down the sorrow in his heart and revealed a bright smile: " Brother Xie, I have just thought of a plan that might change the outside world's perception of the slums. "

"The perception of slums from the outside is that they are dirty, messy, poor and that the people in them are criminals or potential criminals, ignorant, brutal and violent ......"

"But just now, I heard the story of a friend's mother who loves music and could have been a musician with a good education."

"I'm sure this mother's existence is not an isolated case, artistic talent has nothing to do with the environment in which it is found and we should make the outside world aware of this."

Tang Bai let go of his hand and spread his fingers wide, pressing his paint-sticky fingers to the side of his face as he said with a big smile, "How about we do street graffiti in the slums?"

"Using art as a medium to build a new bridge between the outside world and the slums."

*

Three days later.

Two teams appeared at the entrance of the Federal Military Academy and the Ceremonial Academy, ten from the Ceremonial Academy and fifteen from the Federal Military Academy, with their large bags and equipment, and together they boarded a large hover car.

This appeared to be a bonding event to the uninformed outsider, and it is true that some of the alpha and omega who attended the event came in a bonding mood.

Tang Bai edited a powerful title and then lightly turned on the live stream and smiled at the camera, "Long time no see~"

[Pretty boy who?

[Oh my God, the anchor you follow has updated!

I'm dying! I want to be part of this sorority!

The omega's on the right behind Tang Bai were a little embarrassed and covered their faces with gas masks, while the alpha's on the left did not react to the live ball with the same indifference.

[See me Xie Ruhang! So handsome!

[Is that Mo Zheng sitting with Gu Tunan? I think Mo Zheng confessed his love for Tang Bai]

[Why does everyone keep spray paint and gas masks around?]

"Are we all wondering where we are going this time? And what are we going to do?" Tang Bai shows the camera the graffiti sketches the group has done over the past three days, "We've designed abstract art graffiti of the daily lives of slum dwellers, and when we get to the slums, we're going to put them on the walls!"

The manuscripts vary from the everyday life of the slums to cute cartoons with cute little animals that would make a zoo, to romantic countryside with plants growing wildly, to mechanical weapons that look like the work of a federal cadet.

Those who thought Tang Bai's group was going to sing and dance for a dinner were surprised by this unexpected development.

[What's the point of going to the slums to do something like this? Those people don't even know what graffiti art is, do they?

[Keep your belongings safe, there are many thieves in the slums, and although it is safer with the cadets, you can't let your guard down].

[Tang Tang Did you bring your own food? I heard the food in the slums is so dirty that you can't eat it without getting sick.

[The manuscript is so beautiful, but I don't understand why we have to go to the slums to do graffiti, can't we do it in the city?

Tang Bai, anticipating the reaction of the pop-ups, did not explain, but smiled mysteriously, "You'll know when you get there~"

The view out of the car windows ranged from bustling to depressing. Most of the people on the bus had never been to the slums and at the moment everyone was curiously surveying the windows.

" Tang Bai, let me help you with your luggage later." Mo Zheng suddenly spoke up.

Tang Bai's luggage was not light, and in addition to the things she would use to doodle, Tang Bai also prepared a lot of small gifts for the Lu Xiaoshan children.

Such a big guy has been on Mo Zheng's radar since Tang Bai dragged him out on stage.

Mo Zheng, who has a knack for making a good offer, was ready to take advantage of this opportunity before anyone else noticed.

Xie Ruhang, whose slender hand gripped the handle of the suitcase, said lightly, "I'll do it."

Mo Zheng: "!!!"

Damn it! Forgot Xie Ruhang's location is closest to Tang Bai!

His grey-blue eyes narrowed slightly, Gu Tunan broke the anxious battle by saying, "As a cadet, Tang Bai still has the strength to carry his luggage, and I'm sure Tang Bai would prefer to carry it himself for exercise."

That's right! If you can't have it, destroy it!

Since Mo Zheng and Xie Ruhang were a step behind in grabbing the luggage, there was no advantage in speaking up late, so it was better for everyone to stop paying their respects.

At these words, three sharp eyes killed each other, and sparks faintly flashed in the air.

Tang Bai: "?"

Gu Tunan You really don't want Xie Ruhang to suffer a bit ......

Tang Bai, who was inexplicably shoved with a mouthful of dog food, said, "This luggage is a recently launched fully automatic luggage, it will automatically follow me wherever I go, no need to be carried."

Mo Zheng: "......"

Xie Ruhang: "......"

Gu Tunan: "......"

The fully automatic luggage is nobly silent.

[I didn't expect this to be the case, but I'm begging Old Tang to start a class again! One day at a time: Survival tips for the Shurakaba]

[Checked the price of this luggage, sorry]

[Gu Tunan can't find Little O if it's this straight]

[I'm sorry I want to laugh when I see a handsome guy get defeated hahaha]

Tang Bai cannot agree with the pop-ups that the three A's are fighting for the one O. It is clearly a touching sisterhood and a love affair, and only Mo Zheng is seriously chasing him, but he already has Xiao Cheng.

Speaking of Xiao Cheng, Tang Bai had invited Xiao Cheng to this graffiti event, but unfortunately Xiao Cheng was unable to come and missed the opportunity to spend time with his idol Xie Ruhang.

Seeing Xie Ruhang and Gu Tunan still making secret advances, Tang Bai looked away from the window and stared out at the view of the dilapidated slum.

The streets are littered with filthy rubbish, the walls on both sides of the street look stained from mould, and flies are still falling from the cobwebs on the walls.

Seeing such a scene, many people's hearts beat a retreat.

"We're here, now everyone line up and get off the bus, no solitary movement during the event." Tang Bai stood up and was the first to get off the hover car.

Mr Ling was standing by the side of the road with the children waiting for them early and when he saw Tang Bai and the students getting out of the car, Mr Ling came up to them, "There you are, it's going to be tough for you this time."

"The graffiti activity was of great interest to everyone and we were all glad that the slum had so much space for us to do whatever we wanted." Tang Bai opened her suitcase and handed out gifts to the children.

When he handed Lu Xiaoshan his handmade rag doll, Tang Bai noticed that Lu Xiaoshan's eyelids were slightly swollen and he appeared to be in low spirits.

"What's wrong?" Tang Bai asked softly as he stroked Lu Xiaoshan's head.

Lu Xiaoshan holds the doll and shakes his head.

Tang Bai looked at Mr Ling, who sighed and said, "His father has disappeared, luckily you helped his mother get well before, and now his mother is supporting the family while looking for his father."

"Reported?!" Tang Bai stared in disbelief.

"The police were called and the police are investigating." But the investigation is not expected to yield any results; people disappear every day in the slums, and when they are missing, they are more likely to be dead, and they are lucky to recover a body.

Tang Bai remembers that the last time he saw Lu Xiaoshan, he was looking for his father, but he never expected that the next time he saw him, the father he had never seen before would disappear without a trace.

"I'm fine, Brother Tang Tang, you don't have to worry about me." Lu Xiaoshan said softly.

Any words of comfort would have paled in this moment, and Tang Bai could only give Lu Xiaoshan a hug.

The children from the slums also joined in the fun and their sketches were based on the theme 'Wishes' that Mr Ling had given them.

Some of the children's manuscripts are houses made of food, with bread trees and rivers of milk next to the houses.

Some of the manuscripts are beautiful dresses with patterns on them resembling a set once worn by Tang Bai, which was painted by Jiang Xiaoquan.

And more bluntly, a pile of golden star coins.

Tang Bai saw Lu Xiaoshan's manuscript, which depicts a family of three standing happily together.

"Let's get started." Tang Bai picked up the spray paint and said to the crowd.

Soon, street after street, rubbish street, green street, slum after slum, was overrun with colour, and at first the residents passing by pointed and looked puzzled, but when the graffiti, a work of art, covered the original drab walls, the passers-by fell silent.

They feel unfamiliar.

The slums in which they live are like old friends with whom they deal on a daily basis, crude, ugly, uninteresting and so monotonous that they need little communication.

But now this old friend is wearing a new coat, and the patterns interwoven with spray paint seem to be the new story it brings, new and divine.

"Do you want to come along and give it a try?" Tang Bai shouted to a passer-by who had been watching for a long time.

The other man subconsciously took a step back and stammered, "I wouldn't."

"It's okay to paint it monochrome, there are lots of colours here, you can pick one and paint your home the colour you like." Tang Bai said enthusiastically.

"Like the blue?" Tang Bai noticed the eager look in the other man's eyes and he smiled as he handed over the blue spray paint.

With this start, more and more people came over asking for spray paint and paint buckets.

[You're not here to take advantage, are you? I think they're going to steal the spray paint and sell it later.

Don't let them do it, they haven't learnt how to do it and the result will be absolutely disastrous].

[Can you stop cursing in front? They came to help Tang Tang clean up the wall and did all the dirty work, didn't you see that they were the ones who moved the smelly pile of rubbish that no one dared to touch?

[Although they did spray paint it crookedly, it's where they live and they can dress it up however they like]

The first time they did something like this, the slum dwellers didn't know anything about the strength of the spray paint or the colour scheme, and the painting didn't turn out well, but even the pop-ups, who have always had a strong opinion of the slums, couldn't say anything critical when they saw the smiling residents.

It was a smile full of engagement and belonging, brighter than any colour.

These people are unwittingly involved in the process of improving the appearance of the slums, and the brilliant colours painted on the drab buildings brighten up their otherwise drab lives.

Tang Bai is standing on a ladder spraying paint when, halfway up the ladder, he suddenly feels a weakness in his limbs, not from overtraining or exhaustion, but from a change within his body.

By the count of time, it should be time for the rut.

Tang Bai descended from the ladder and darted through the cover of his backpack to inject himself with the inhibitor.

The inhibitor was cool, but Tang Bai felt a vague hint of heat during the injection of this inhibitor.

Before Tang Bai could react, an electric tingle ran from his neck to his body, and in just a moment, a swift and furious heat ignited his body, turning the exposed skin a peachy red.

Extremely light pheromones emerge from Tang Bai's body, light and not noticeable under the pungent smell of paint.

But Tang Bai knew that it was only a matter of time.

He shuddered and removed the half injected potion, something was wrong with this potion, it wasn't the inhibitor that had failed, injecting a failed inhibitor wouldn't have caused such a result like being hyped up.

Someone has changed his inhibitor!