The End of the Emperor's Industry

Bu Luoxi, a senior student at Bayan University, is known as "the peerless prince who lives in the iceberg forever" because of his astonishing beauty and indifferent and arrogant personality. He is good at taekwondo, and he is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting to the world. He is both civil and military. Although he is only 19 years old, he has already been scouted by the most famous star company in China - superk. In just three days, just a "potential new talent exposure" meeting has already made him He has become a super idol who is popular all over the world. Not only that, but his parents are also world-renowned rich people. Because of a car accident, this young boy became the first heir to a huge fortune early on.

This kind of introduction may be a bit surprising, but the fact is that it is indeed the case.He's just too perfect.

This man, not only in Bayan, but also in the world, is almost like a mythical existence. It makes people feel so far away, but he is the object of everyone's obsession.

"Ah!!! Senior Bu is back!"

Bu Luoxi is the head of Ba Yan's cosplay department. He helped a school girl. He just came back from the location and was a little tired. He planned to go back to the department to relax. Who knew that before he entered the door, there were already piles of girls blocking him. At the gate of the cos department, there were so many people that it was almost impossible to get through.Of course, among them, there are also individual girls in their department.

With such a huge momentum, logically speaking, Bu Luoxi should find a place to hide first, but with his hands in his trouser pockets, he calmly strode in the direction of the Ministry, facing those wolf-like girls, with a look on his face. calm.

Maybe it's because I've seen this kind of scene a lot, and I'm used to it.

Bu Luoxi stopped in his tracks, glanced at the sea of ​​people in front of him, opened his lips and said coldly: "You... are blocking my way..."

"Sigh, senior, I know you are very tired after a busy day. Shooting on location or something, this kind of thing is simply thankless. I came here today because I know you must be very tired, so... "The girl with glasses adjusted her glasses frame shyly: "So...they want to drink milk tea together...it's at the "Yuki Tea Shop" on the corner... ..."

"I'm a man, I don't eat sweets..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the girls automatically moved out of the way when they saw his ice-cold expression.

And just like that, under the surprised eyes of all the girls, he walked into the room calmly.

Well, this reason for rejecting the little girl is indeed a bit of nonsense, but who is called a master? What is said is always shining, even if it is rejected, as a girl, we also feel that there is something wrong with it. I love it so much, at least this self-proclaimed god is willing to open his mouth to us, how wonderful, you say yes...

The girls were naturally a little frustrated when they were cold watered by the male god, so they all ran away in frustration, especially the girl with glasses, who was almost crying.We deeply understand her grief.

"In the future, don't let so many women come to our ministry to mess around, at least, don't appear in my sight..."

Bu Luoxi was sitting on a mahogany chair, with his legs crossed, staring at a cigarette, puffing out the clouds and saying lightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, but his heart was still cold.

The three women and one man at the side looked at Bu Luoxi like this, but they didn't dare to talk too much, they could only listen to the minister quietly.

"And Xuanzi, we won't have any results. In the future, I don't want to see you standing at the door like those idiot women and staring at me with disdain..."

He glanced at the cute pink-clothed, mushroom-headed girl sitting next to him, who was understated but unquestionably strong.

"I...I see..." Xuanzi lowered her head, her face was flushed, she twisted her fingers, and she didn't dare to look at Bu Luoxi's face the whole time.