Chapter 28 "Can you take a sip of teacher-student love?"

The wind in the night was too loud, Bai Yan felt cold and hot in his body, and he was unwilling to let go of the hem of Suiyi's clothes.

Sui Yi's palm was cold, and it was very comfortable to touch her forehead.

There was a row of embedded grille lights on the edge of the rooftop, which illuminated people's faces in flickering light. Bai Yan raised his head, and his face was a little unnaturally red.

Sui Yi hadn't seen Bai Yan show such a clear expression for a long time. He was a little embarrassed and had a feeling of dependence. He suddenly wanted to kiss him, and then he did.

"You have a fever." Sui Yi wrapped the person in his coat, hugged Bai Yan's thin body, hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "Go first."

The fire door kept the wind out of the door, Sui Yi lowered his head, and the tip of his nose was against Bai Yan's forehead. He no longer spoke in a commanding tone as before, but instead had a coaxing meaning: "You have a fever, go back first. Is the dormitory okay?"

Bai Yan raised his eyes to look at him, his eyelids were a little swollen, and then gave a soft hum.

"I'll take you to the door of the dormitory, you can go in by yourself, okay?" Sui Yi reached out and touched his hair.

Bai Yan stepped down the stairs top-heavy, feeling a little blurry in front of his eyes. He forgot how he finally got back to the dormitory. He only remembered that Sui Yi handed him over to a girl at the door of the dormitory area.

"Damn it!" Xiao Chen couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Boss, what did you do? Did you knock him out?"

With a helpless expression on Sui Yi's face, he said, "Hurry up and send him in."

Before Bai Yan could say anything, he was put on his arms and returned to the dormitory. The heating in the dormitory was very hot, and the feeling of being cold and hot in his body suddenly dissipated.

The contestant next to the bed stepped forward to help and cast a strange look at Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen hurriedly covered the quilt and slipped away like a hooligan who entered the boys' dormitory by mistake.

Bai Yan fell asleep not long after lying down. When he was woken up, the lights in the dormitory had not been turned off, and the canvas shoes on his feet had not been taken off.

The administrator of the dormitory area pushed a cart into the door and looked impatient. The contestants gathered to chat and unceremoniously went to get the things in the cart.

"Bai Yan, here's it for you." The contestant next to him put a cylindrical paper cup on the side table by the window. It was the boy who gave him a hand just now.

Bai Yan nodded dumbly, feeling sore and sour all over, sitting on the bed in a daze without speaking.

After a while, the player next to him kicked him on the edge of the bed again, with a low voice: "It was delivered by the instructor, overtime meal."

Bai Yan turned his head and looked at the paper cup for a while. The brand on it was very familiar. Several times the executive director sent the extra meals to the recording site from this restaurant.

He opened the lid, and it was a jug of lean meat soup with plenty of ingredients, stuffed with some Chinese medicines that he couldn't name.

"This is the best competition I've ever eaten." The top bunk player peeled off a disposable soup spoon for Bai Yan and handed it down from the edge of the bed.

"You're going to laugh at me to death, and it's more than a meal." The player next to him smiled.

"I've participated in the three sessions, my brother. This year, the food is really good, and I've gained weight." The top bunk player who really made a mistake emphasized seriously, "Suiyi! Thoughtful!"

Bai Yan took a sip of the soup. It had a very mild southern taste, and the temperature was very high. It seemed that it had just been delivered, and the dry and sore throat seemed to be smoothed out.

Gu Dong was the fourth time the new script was rejected, and it was the termination of cooperation.

The team leader in charge of the content didn't answer immediately, probably because he was called away by other news, Gudong hesitated for a while, and then sent out the last message: "Team leader, I think since the competition system has been changed to this way, the players will Bian's personal performance will not have much impact on the ranking, and it may be more appropriate to focus on the mentor's part."

"?" The other party sent a question mark.

"Whether or not a contestant will advance in the end is determined by stage voting and the choice of mentors. What's the point of writing the script for the reality show? It can't help contestants discover their own style, and it won't affect their ranking." Gu Dong hesitated for a while. Seconds, or said: "It's useless work, it's meaningless."

"...I don't quite agree with what you said." The head of the screenwriting team retorted her: "If you don't write the script, these cowards can't say anything in front of the camera, don't you know? They are tool people. The production team is the protagonist, don't you understand?"

Gu Dong sighed deeply and said, "Okay."

After two minutes, another comment was sent from the opposite side, asking Gudong to add some ambiguous lines to the part of the two players whose faces are not familiar, and finally said: "Just give it to me before eight o'clock tomorrow morning, and have an early rest."

The time in the lower right corner of the notebook just crossed zero. Gudong resisted the urge to smash the keyboard and set the document to a clean version with one click.

She typed two lines of words and was so annoyed that she took out her mobile phone and opened Weibo to post a new update: it was all fake.

As soon as the news was released, the comment area was extremely lively. Fans who stayed up late left messages one after another. Curious, sad, and sarcastic words were stacked together.

"What's wrong with Gudong Laws, is there something bothering you?"

"?????? Why do you say this?"

"Has sy collapsed?"

"Are you sick? Why is it sy? Aunt Gudong is still in doubt about the iron-blooded white banquet fans? Staring at other people's blood-sucking backlash every day, right?"

"This is also patrolling..."

"Does Gudong know something? Will Xiaobai enter the finals? woohoo woohoo, has anyone told the child!"

"Bai Yan failed to post up! You are still paying attention, you have failed to fry teachers and students! Slightly, slightly, slightly, slightly!"

"what happened?"

"Tell me what happened!"

Gudong looked at the page that kept popping up with new prompts, and felt unstoppable exhaustion. She confirmed that she had completed the task of bringing Bai Yan to the forefront, but she didn't know whether it was right to do so.

She opened the keyboard and added a comment: Sanyuan Tucao, disturbing everyone.

The comment area became more chaotic, Gudong didn't have time to pull the frame again, and Suiyi in the special attention list went online, and a new message popped up with a ding-dong, showing that @suiyi1 followed @only2019-baiyan.

Gu Dong opened his mouth, followed by more than a dozen prompts that sounded like Jin Tu spit bubbles: @ Sui Yi 1 followed the remaining players in "only2019", they should be from the top to the bottom of the official blog list, all of them are did not fall.

The program publicity group exploded, and several executive directors of the director group frantically used the staff responsible for external publicity, with a tone like burning a house.

"Who is going to communicate with this? Why didn't you pay attention to the players and didn't say it in advance!"

"Get up and send a marketing account! Tomorrow morning, I want to see the hot search appear on my homepage!"

"Have the topic words been set? I'll let the official blog post it too! #SuyiFollowsAllOnlyPlayers#Is that okay?"

Gudong looked at the lively publicity group with no expression, and glanced at his own documents. He couldn't change the new plot line of the individual player group tomorrow morning, and probably no one would be held accountable.

Bai Yan slept in the second half of the night and woke up again. He stretched out his hand and touched the position next to him while he was conscious. The rest of the bed was very narrow, and the position where no one was lying was damp and cold.

There was a little light outside the window, and there were snores one after another in the room. Bai Yan suddenly realized that he was now in Qinhuangdao.

Bai Yan lay down for a while, opened his eyes and counted the wood grains on the upper bunk bed. After a few counts, he suddenly felt that he was wrapped in a great desolation.

An unpleasant, desolate feeling squeezed out of his throat and slowly wrapped around his neck.

He was sluggish for a while, took out his phone from the pillow, and sent Suiyi a message without thinking.

[Bai: Are you there? ]

[sy1: In. ]

Bai Yan glanced at the time. It was almost five in the morning. The heating in the dormitory had been off for a long time, and the heat in the quilt had dissipated. He raised his hand and touched his forehead, which was no longer hot.

The screen displayed the words that Sui Yi had typed for a long time, and Bai Yan waited for a while before seeing a short sentence.

[sy1: What's wrong? wake up now? ]

When people have a fever, there are always some self-taught times, Bai Yan is very keenly aware of his anxiety, as if he will call in the next second.

[Bai: I woke up in the middle of the night from the heat. ]

[Bai: You haven't slept yet? ]

[sy1: So hot? ]

Bai Yan stared at that sentence for a long time, the corners of his mouth slowly curved up, and he continued to reply after a while.

[Bai: Why didn't you sleep? ]

[sy1: At work, I have something to do tomorrow, I am in a hurry. ]

Sui Yi skipped over the detailed work content. For a long time, the prolongation caused by fishing has to be made up by rest. It has become his habit to be an idol by following the rules. You can block Xiao Chen's gossip by staying up all night.

[Bai: Thank you for the soup you sent, as well as the one before. ]

Sui Yi was idly lying on the sofa reading the script, and when he saw this sentence, his body straightened up. This kind of tone between politeness and familiarity made him feel uneasy again. He put his fingers on the keyboard for a long time, a No words were typed.

[Bai: Did you give it to everyone because you wanted to give it to me? ]

Bai Yan bit his mouth and sent out the question mark. He was probably not a smart person, but he was not stupid. Sui Yi found a very tortuous route that was good for him.

[sy1: Yes. ]

Bai Yan watched the full stop for a while, and the expression on his face gradually became empty, and he became very sad as if he couldn't control his emotions. The light of the mobile phone was a bit dazzling, and it was only now that he got used to opening his eyes.

[Bai: Why are you being so nice to me? ]

The screen of the mobile phone dimmed a little, Bai Yan looked at the top without blinking his eyes, and was typing in four words methodically and typing an ellipsis for a long time, only to come in with the new news from Yi.

[sy1: I thought I should talk about it after the game. I’m good to you because I like you. I used to be and I am now. But sometimes I don’t know if this is really good for you, so I don’t know how to tell you. ]

[sy1: You go to bed first, okay? ]

Bai Yan looked at the words that didn't seem to be said by Sui Yi at all, and subconsciously locked the screen of the mobile phone. When his fingers were not shaking, he fumbled to touch the power button again, but found that the screen was black. Completely out of power.

In the early morning, followed Sui Yi on the hot search, and there was Go Sijia, who had already broadcast live at home before the show started.

After the fans stopped organizing to vote, the entire Weibo super chat was full of idle netizens. Go Sijia's live broadcast only opened for 20 minutes, and tens of thousands of people poured in.

"Ah? Ranking?" Go Sijia looked at the camera with a confused expression: "I don't know, just tell me I was eliminated."

Some people shouted outrageous on the barrage, and some people brushed the name of the chief director, and finally added two or three curses.

Gao Sijia didn't sleep all night, and read the question on the barrage vaguely: "Who are you and Gao Gao better? Is there anyone to take you to the airport?"

"Brother Bai and I have a good relationship, he didn't send me." Go Sjia's expression was a little sad, "but maybe busy, don't blame him."

"Can you tell me a little secret? The kind that can't be broadcast!" He skipped a few lines of content that didn't seem very friendly, and found a fan who seemed to be asking a serious question to answer.

Gosjia looked embarrassed and said, "You can't talk about what you can't broadcast!"

"Who does Brother Bai have a better relationship with, and how is it in private?" Go Sijia leaned closer to the screen, "He's very nice, but he doesn't like to talk, it feels very deep."

"It's very sad that I didn't come to the airport to see me off." Go Sijia made a crying expression.

There were more people talking about Bai Yan in the barrage, and netizens gradually stopped brushing some popular players and discussed a few people in the individual player group.

"I don't think Bai Yan has a relationship with anyone, okay?" Gao Sijia thought for a while. "He doesn't like to talk, and he rarely plays with everyone. He and his tutor talk more than me, haha!"

Immediately in the comments, someone started the relationship between Science Suiyi and Bai Yan, and finally asked: Can you take a sip of teacher-student love? After all, they are college classmates, so they should have a good relationship, right?

Gao Sijia laughed twice and said, "The relationship is too bad. Brother Bai chose the group with the tutor. He was so angry that he couldn't eat all day, and hid in the practice room and didn't come back to sleep."

After he finished speaking, he felt that it was a bit too much, and he smiled dryly: "It's not that exaggerated, but the relationship is normal."

Gosega just saw that the small sparks in the live broadcast room had turned into two, and suddenly the screen went black, and there was a row of text in the middle that the signal had been disconnected.

Then, a call popped up on the screen. It was the assistant director of the director team who was in charge of recruiting players.

Goska looked at the phone numbly, with the illusion of picking up the midnight ghost in the early morning.

The person speaking on the other side turned into a male voice, his tone was as cold as a machine: "Mr. Go Sijia, your live broadcast on Weibo this morning has violated both parties and the content of the contract."

Until he hung up the phone, Gao Sijia still hadn't figured out what the other party's law was, only that his Weibo suddenly became a mute state, and even the button in the live broadcast column turned gray. No matter how you press it.

Please be civilized