Chapter Thirty

After the class, Bart came over and whispered, "Brother Ye, Cai Xun also came to class. He ended a little earlier than our class and has already left."

After Cai Xun came back from Hefei, he only called Wang Ziye once or twice, and he didn't send many WeChat messages. After knowing that Wang Ziye was not single, his interest in attacking his brother seemed to have dropped by half.

Wang Ziye didn't want to meet him either, so he asked casually, "Does he have any needs for photogenic recently?"

In terms of Cai Xun's enthusiasm, he will not come to fitness classes unless it is necessary.

Bart: "..."

Wang Ziye: "?"

Bart was obviously worried that Wang Ziye would be unbalanced when he heard about it, and deliberately said in a contemptuous tone, "It's a gift movie with a lot of stars plattered together. If you ask him to act, it may take less than two minutes to show his face."

It was the youth when Cai Tour was invited to play a famous modern general.

Wang Ziye: "..."

Two days later, it was also the closing time of the fitness get out of class. They packed up and were leaving. From a distance, they saw Cai Xunzheng bringing his assistant to the elevator.

Wang Ziye specifically took a half step back, and after a while, he confirmed that he would not meet Cai Xun before leaving.

Xue Tingyun has been busy again these days. For the past week, he couldn't go home before ten o'clock in the evening.

Wang Ziye read professional books at home, but he didn't feel bored. By the way, he quickly improved his English and politics.

Remembering the last time told brothers to come to the house for dinner, went to the group and shouted again.

Wang Ziye: "Is anyone coming to my house for dinner? Is there any? Is there any?"

Qin Zhen responded positively: "I can't go there. When you're ready, send it to Hengdian."

Wang Ziye said: "Didn't you finish it?"

Qin Zhen: "I was called again to play a platter movie."

Wang Ziye said, "Could it be?" He said the name of the movie that Cai Xun was going to be in.

Qin Zhen: "Yeah, did I come looking for you too? I happened to be in Hengdian to shoot first. I played a national army officer, and I didn't have any lines, so it was easy to stand up and take a seat."

Qin Zhen: "Who are you playing, Old Wang? Are you coming to Hengdian?"

At this time, Jane came on stage: "I'm here, I just went to walk the dog."

Qin Zhen: "Do you have a dog?"

Wang Ziye: "What dog?"

Xiaojian: "Golden Retriever, I don't know whose dog is tied outside the unit door. It seems to be in a hurry to go to the toilet, so I walked it for a walk and tied it back when I was done."

Qin Zhen: "I have six points to say."

Wang Ziye: "I'll order three first..."

However, Xiao Jian saw the above dialogue and said: "The film is also looking for me, let me play Qu Qiubai, there is only one indoor scene, just set up a studio in Beijing."

Qin Zhen: "Yes, save yourself from going out. Who is Old Wang playing?"

Wang Ziye: "I didn't find me."

The group was silent for ten seconds.

This kind of large-scale platter movie, with a lot of flowers and huge investment, the Spring Festival Gala in the form of a film is basically equal to the weather vane of domestic entertainment traffic, and cats and dogs with a little name should be stuffed into it for a shot.

Even Cai Tour can play a famous general.

The news of the two friends was sent out almost at the same time——

Qin Zhen is a comforting type: "I don't even know if I'm playing Huang Wei or Liao Yaoxiang. I don't care if I play this kind of film."

Xiaojian is a hard worker: "Uncle Wang has been hidden for a long time. The filmmakers may think that you are not free. Are you free to act recently? I will ask."

Wang Ziye was a little disappointed at first, but he was the only one who fell out of the team. At this time, he looked away and felt that it didn't matter, and said, "Who is Liao Yaoxiang? I really don't have time, I'm very busy."

Jane said, "Are you studying for the postgraduate entrance exam?"

Wang Ziye didn't admit it: "No, I wake up every spring night, and it's not too early to go to bed."

Qin Zhen shouted: "What feudal emperor's little yellow poem! How come the Four Olds have not been broken!"

Xiaojian said: "The other day, when I said about the postgraduate entrance examination, I bought two books and came back to review."

Wang Ziye said in his heart, "Isn't that just me?"

Qin Zhen: "Has it not been opened yet?"

Xiaojian said: "It's dismantled, and I've looked at it for a long time. Now it's been used to cover the instant noodle bowl."

Wang Ziye was embarrassed to be like Xiaojian, another me, and confessed that he was still secretly reviewing, and hurriedly skipped this topic and asked Xiaojian to come to the house for dinner.

Xiaojian said, "I'm not going. I'll go together when my mother comes back."

Xue Tingyun confessed to him that it was not appropriate for him to go to someone's house to eat by himself.

Wang Ziye had almost forgotten about this, and the three people in the group chatted for a while, and they all dispersed before he remembered.

He and Xue Tingyun are a pair of scumbags, and their hearts change quickly.

When the scumbags first lived together, Wang Ziye didn't know how to tell Xiaojian and Qin Zhen about this, so he chose to hide it first. Anyway, everyone was already working and living in the school dormitory. Find out... let's go.

The slap came fast. A few days ago, Xiao Jian and Qin Zhen had a drink together in the middle of the night. There was nothing to do. They ran to knock on his door and wanted to play Uncle Wang for a while.

It was Xue Tingyun in pajamas who opened the door.

Xiao Jian and Qin Zhen had deliberately made two wretched faces, but they were dumbfounded.

During college, Wang Ziye was not secretive about his rotten sales, so everyone thought he should be a straight man.

Qin Zhen was quite dumbfounded. The last time he saw Xue Tingyun, this person was still a suitor of the female goose. How could he do it now? Too expensive and messy.

Xiao Jian's dumbfounded eyes were slightly mixed with water. He knew that the two had been playing together every day recently, that Uncle Wang would go to the exhibition of the straight man of the cos of Hyuga Hinata, and Xue Tingyun happened to be a two-dimensional otaku. When these two got together, they were surprisingly good. Reasonable.

Xue Tingyun was in the door, and they were outside, and the atmosphere solidified for a minute.

The two drunks bowed to Dr. Xue: "Excuse me." They hurried away hand in hand.

It was only the next day that Wang Ziye learned that coming out was so smooth without him being present the whole time.

I can't help but think, it would be nice if I could be 0 in the absence of myself.

Where were the others last night? Just finished 0, was seriously injured and temporarily lost consciousness and mobility.

After ten o'clock in the night, Xue Tingyun came back from get off work, very tired. He went in to change his shoes, his shoulders and backs were loose.

Dr. Xue is very burdened by a handsome guy. It's not that he is tired, and it is usually not like this.

Knowing that he didn't eat lunch until three or four o'clock, Wang Ziye hurriedly went to cook a bowl of noodles before dinner was served.

When he came out with the bowl of noodles, Xue Tingyun lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.

Wang Ziye took out the quilt, helped him cover it lightly, and went back to his room lightly.

During the rest period, he still went to bed in the middle of the night every day, and he still played games in the room late at night, but he was wearing headphones, for fear of disturbing Xue Tingyun.

After twelve o'clock, the door was pushed open, Xue Tingyun walked in, and saw his cohabitant lying on the bed, happily playing with his mobile phone.

Wang Ziye, under the strong planting of Xiangwan, entered the pit of the Otome card drawing game, and he wandered around every day in the state of being shocked by the Mary Sue plot and being handsome by the limited card face.

The mattress beside him sank, and a hand was placed on his waist.

He looked back and saw Xue Tingyun lying behind him.

"Awake?" He took off his earphones and asked, "Have you eaten the noodles?"

Xue Tingyun had already changed into pajamas, and his hair had just been washed and dried. He said, "After eating, the dishes and chopsticks have been cleaned up."

Today is Wang Ziye's turn according to the time.

At this time, he smelled the fragrance of shower gel and shampoo on Xue Tingyun's body, mixed with the refreshing boyish breath.

What kind of money are you still paying, what kind of cards are you still drawing? The most handsome man in the world is stunned in Laozi's bed.

But... He looked at Xue Tingyun carefully, and felt that Dr. Xue's state was unstoppable. To a certain extent, he was destroying the pillars of the country, and it was a moral burden.

"You hurry up to sleep," he said, turning his head back again, looking like he wasn't masculine tonight.

Xue Tingyun closed his eyes, moved closer to him, leaned his head on his shoulder, and said, "Mr. Wang, are you going too far? Are you really going to let me sleep on the sofa all night?"

Wang Ziye said: "Otherwise, what can I do? I can't hold you, even if I can, why bother? You're asleep, but you're not in a daze, oh man, I can wake you up and let yourself be Walk back to your room on your legs."

"..." Xue Tingyun laughed.

Wang Ziye said handsomely, don't laugh, I'm not a vegetarian.

He turned his head and kissed Xue Tingyun's lips precisely.

Xue Tingyun gave a slight response.

Wang Ziye could feel his exhaustion, and guessed that he probably wanted to fulfill his love obligations as agreed. It's very contractual.

Wang Ziye finally gave him a strong kiss, lay face to face with him, and said, "Sleep."

He opened his eyes to look at Wang Ziye, and there was indeed red blood in his eyes.

Wang Ziye said in a standard pronunciation: "You also have to remember me."

The two did nothing that day, and slept innocently all night on the same bed.

It's the first time in history.

At the end of October, the rain in the late autumn was pattering.

When Wang Ziye's English words were difficult to grasp to absurda, a ridiculous thing happened.

Cai Xun lost contact for two days. His agent searched for artists to no avail. He suspected that he met Wang Ziye in the fitness studio and made a mistake again. He embarrassedly contacted Wang Ziye and asked him if he had met with Cai Xun recently. Face to face or call.

Wang Ziye: "No. It's been more than ten days since I received his WeChat last time. He and I have staggered class times in the fitness class, and we haven't met."

Agent: "It's convenient to ask, did he send you any news?"

Wang Ziye had already forgotten, and after taking a look, he said, "It's a NetEase cloud link, it should be a song, I didn't click on it."

Cai Xun didn't say anything else, and he didn't reply.

The agent's voice was worried: "Thank you, if he contacts you, please notify me in time."

She is a not-so-young older sister, if strictly according to age, even Wang Ziye should call him auntie. The last time Cai Xun saw her in Hefei, she was in a state of respect and fear, as if she had met her mother. The relationship should still be quite real.

Wang Ziye said: "Okay. Does he still see a psychiatrist?"

The agent was taken aback: "He sees a psychiatrist?"

Wang Ziye: "..."

Whether Cai Xun lied to him or concealed his manager, no one knows except Cai Xun himself.

The idols are generally emotionally unstable, as are many traffic stars.

The fans of this group of artists, under the leadership of professional fans, are fanatically obsessed with making data charts, and they are fighting bravely on the Internet. Whoever dares to say that my idol is not good, we will smash whoever.

Artists and fans are in the same cocoon room environment, which eventually forms a closed loop of negative energy. In the end, it shows that most traffic artists and their fans are very swollen and arrogant, but at the same time very glass-hearted.

If Cai Xun himself thinks that his super talk ranking is stable in the top few, then he is the top class, what's the problem? What? Someone said he was not good? Needless to say, he must be blocking someone's way - with your little ability, who can stand in your way, choy pig.

Flow flow, flow of flow, volume of mass production.

Fans are not clear to outsiders, and the parties are not fools. Can they not feel the crisis of lack of confidence in the works and being replaced by new vases at any time? Can you have emotional problems?

Good for psychiatrists.

Coupled with fitness coaches, the two fastest careers to cut star IQ tax.

After another day, Wang Ziye specifically asked Cai Xun's agent and learned that Cai Xun still did not reply, but he called his parents and said that he was very tired and wanted to rest for a few days.

Fortunately, he did not appear on the social news. At this point, the agent can already burn high incense at home.

Since he would call his family to report safety, it should be no big deal, so Wang Ziye put it aside and stopped asking.

At the same time, it is also because he has something to do here, and he doesn't care about others.

His agent also sent him a message: "Are you there? Here comes the cake."

Wang Ziye didn't have any hope for the cake anymore, not some reality show or workplace drama, and replied casually: "Let me be healthy."

The agent sent him a cover of the script for him to see. The title of the play will not be listed tentatively. The lower line is a little smaller, and it is written in black and white that the director and screenwriter are the same person. It's an amazing name.

Xue Tingyun just entered the door, Wang Ziye came out of the room with a lost soul, as if he wanted to greet him, but also as if he had something to say, his expression was very complicated.

"What's wrong?" Xue Tingyun said.

"I..." Wang Ziye raised the phone, not knowing how to describe it, put it down, raised it again, and finally said, "I may want the Dragon King to return."