Chapter 31: Eye-to-eye games

At the end of the interview, Zhou Ziheng stood up and bowed to the interview team.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Ziheng and Xi Qing also worked hard." The hostess also stood up, "You must be very tired."

Zhou Ziheng shook his head, "By the way, the last question can be cut if it's inconvenient."

The host smiled, "Don't cut it, such an excellent person should be seen by everyone."

After all the work was over, Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng took off their makeup at the filming venue and put on their personal clothes, waiting for Ronaldinho outside to see the two come out, and hurriedly stepped forward, "Ziheng, I'll drive the two of you back anyway. Shun..."

Before the word "lu" was spoken, Xiao Luo's mouth was covered by Zhou Ziheng. He also looked around at the surrounding staff and gave Xiao Luo a stern look.

What route should he follow, so he doesn't want others to know that he lives on the same floor as this fellow Xia Xiqing.

Xia Xiqing stood aside, looking at the childish Zhou Ziheng, he couldn't help laughing, is this the same person as Zhou Ziheng who was interviewed just now?

"You go back first, I'll call a taxi for you." Zhou Ziheng took out his mobile phone, Xiao Luo glanced at Xia Xiqing and then at Zhou Ziheng, "I don't need to go back by myself, a taxi can be stopped at the door." He took Zhou Ziheng He flipped out his car key and handed it to him, "Then Ziheng, do you drive back by yourself?"

"I don't have a schedule tomorrow." Zhou Ziheng took the key and turned it around his index finger, "Don't schedule me for this week, I'm going to class, and the mid-term exam is coming soon."

midterm? Xia Xiqing burst out laughing, Zhou Ziheng turned his head and glared at him, put the key back in his pocket, pushed Ronaldinho's shoulders until he left the building where the filming took place, watched him get into a taxi, and then turned to prepare When I went to the underground garage, I found that Xia Xiqing was following him.

"Why are you following me." Zhou Ziheng, who was wearing a cap and mask, spoke in a muffled voice, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

In the early morning night of April, the temperature is still cool, and the season of green and yellow is not connected with the same relationship between green and yellow.

Xia Xiqing also tucked his hands into his pockets as he did, stood beside Zhou Ziheng, bumped his shoulder with his shoulder, and smiled, "Brother, take me home by the way."

He deliberately emphasized the word "send by", just to appreciate Zhou Ziheng's cute expression when he was flustered.

Zhou Ziheng hid back and his voice became quieter, "Whoever joins you, you can call a car back."

Seeing that Zhou Ziheng really opened the car door by himself and didn't intend to take him home, Xia Xiqing swayed twice, "But it's so late now..."

"Are you still afraid of danger?" Zhou Ziheng opened the car door and whispered, "You are the most dangerous person, right?"

Xia Xiqing, who didn't know that Zhou Ziheng had given himself the name "terrorist", grabbed the car door, "And it's hard to get a car here."

Zhou Ziheng got into the car on his own, "I'll be there."

"But you got me out, don't you, a scholar, know the reason for sending Buddha to the west?"

"do not know."

Looking at Zhou Ziheng who couldn't get in the oil and salt, Xia Xiqing sighed, "Okay. Then I'll go back by myself." After he finished speaking, he turned around and took two steps pitifully holding his arms. Looking around the underground garage, he spoke softly.

"Oh, it's so dark here..."

three.

two.

one.

A headlight suddenly lit up behind, and the dazzling light crossed Xia Xiqing's shoulder and hit the front, illuminating the dark road. Seeing his shadow on the ground being stretched, Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing.

"Get in the car, I'm annoying you." Zhou Ziheng parked the car beside Xia Xiqing and opened the door for him.

Just know that this moral model will not throw him here.

Xia Xiqing got into the co-pilot with a half-smile but not a smile. He closed the car door sideways. When he turned around, his vision suddenly darkened.

Zhou Ziheng in the driver's seat held the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other hand took off the black peaked cap on his head and put it on Xia Xiqing's head, putting on the hat of the hooded jacket.

Turning his face to the side, Xia Xiqing looked at Zhou Ziheng in a daze.

"Look at me, fasten your seat belt."

Xia Xiqing suddenly thought that the last time he pretended to be drunk was in this car, and he took advantage of Zhou Ziheng to hug him while he was wearing his seat belt.

"Why do I feel so familiar with this car?" Xia Xiqing tugged at the seat belt. "Really, I really wanted to dream of riding in your car. That's what it feels like." While talking nonsense, he glanced sideways. Seeing Zhou Ziheng's Adam's apple moving nervously up and down.

So funny.

"You are just dreaming." Zhou Ziheng dropped such a sentence and turned the steering wheel with one hand. Xia Xiqing pressed down the brim of his hat, thinking of the scene where Zhou Ziheng put a hat on himself just now, he said playfully, "You gave me this because you were afraid of being photographed by the paparazzi? You just don't want people to know that I live with you."

"Who lives with you?" Zhou Ziheng was about to explode.

"Ah, no, no, I live next door." Xia Xiqing took a picture of himself in the rearview mirror, pulled his hair back and tied a small braid, "Hey, tell me, if I was photographed, would others think I was It's a girl, and then I'll make some trouble for you, Gossip Insulator."

The last few words were obviously in a sarcastic tone. It didn't sound like he was complimenting him for not spreading scandals, but more like mocking him for being a "mother's solo". Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt that his self-esteem was offended, so he also started to fight. "Girl? A girl about 1.8 meters?"

"What's wrong with 1.88 meters, you straight men look at their faces anyway." Xia Xiqing turned his head to look at him, the corner of his mouth on the left side twitched slightly, "At least my face is not unpleasant."

He came over and got very close, Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt embarrassed, deliberately did not turn his head to look at him, looked straight ahead, and said in an awkward tone, "Don't disturb me driving."

Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, raised his hands in a surrender gesture, leaned back on the co-pilot's backrest, leaned his head against the window glass and looked out the window. The streets in the early hours of the morning were deserted, with only row after row of solitary street lamps hitting the ground.

The car suddenly became quiet, Zhou Ziheng uncontrollably recalled the scene when he sent Xia Xiqing back to the hotel last time.

Unable to say what was wrong, Zhou Ziheng raised his hand and touched his neck.

That wonderful touch is like a sequelae after the shock, and it has continued to this day.

"Hey."

Xia Xiqing's voice suddenly sounded, making Zhou Ziheng's hands tremble with fright, and his hair stood on end because of his guilty conscience, "What, what?" He didn't know what he was guilty of. Every time he was alone with Xia Xiqing, he I always feel that something is wrong with me.

"Why did you grab my hand?" Xia Xiqing was still leaning against the car window, the shadows under his hat shrouded his eyes, making it difficult to see his exact expression, "When the lights go out."

The hand holding the steering wheel tightened, and after passing an intersection, Zhou Ziheng gave an answer.

"Because you told me that you are afraid of the dark." Zhou Ziheng's tone was flat, without much ups and downs, "If it were another person who exposed his weaknesses to me, I would also be willing to protect him."

He is indeed a moral model.

The face under the brim sneered.

"So, for the same reason, your rhetorical question at the end of tonight's interview is for the same reason?"

Zhou Ziheng paused, "Yes."

Indeed, if it was someone else who was questioned like this, Zhou Ziheng would certainly have questioned, because his character made him unable to ignore these biased and even disrespectful things. But he still lied.

The hand that was stretched out in the dark was not at all out of the desire to protect without discrimination. It's just that he hasn't been able to find out what the "subconscious" that can define that moment is, and he can only deceive himself temporarily.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn, and Xia Xiqing didn't speak again, which made Zhou Ziheng's chest a little tight. In fact, he had many questions to ask him, such as why he agreed to shoot a magazine, and why he didn't continue to ask himself why he didn't regret it. Go and pick him up in person.

And why are you afraid of the dark?

But he didn't want to ask. The moment is as subtle as two people playing a childish game sitting face to face, looking at each other.

Whoever blinks first loses.

After meeting Xia Xiqing, Zhou Ziheng became extraordinarily competitive and did not want to be the one who blinked first.

They went back to the apartment building where they lived in silence. The two got out of the elevator one after the other and walked into the porch on the top floor. Xia Xiqing walked in front and stretched out to unlock the door.

"Hey," Zhou Ziheng's voice sounded from behind, "give me the hat."

Xia Xiqing turned around, leaned against the door with a smirk, and spat out a word.

"Do not."

Impressed. Zhou Ziheng frowned, "Why are you such a rogue."

"It's not the first time you've seen me," Xia Xiqing walked over to him, and his voice was much lighter, "Why, I just found out that I'm a rogue now." After speaking, Xia Xiqing approached him. He raised his eyes and looked up into Zhou Ziheng's eyes slightly. Zhou Ziheng, who was wearing a mask, glanced at him impatiently, and reached out to get his hat back, but Xia Xiqing grabbed his wrist.

"Do you want it?" Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, "I can give it to you too, but I want a quid pro quo."

Zhou Ziheng shook off his hand, his eyes were cold, "This is my thing, why do you want to exchange conditions?"

"I don't care who's what belongs to me. Anyway, as long as I want it, it will be mine in the end." Xia Xiqing showed a beautiful smile and stroked Zhou Ziheng's shoulder, "I'm going to take the conditions away."

As soon as he finished speaking, that hand grabbed the collar of Zhou Ziheng's coat and kissed Zhou Ziheng through the mask.

Originally, Xia Xiqing, who had his eyes half closed, raised his eyes, and a pair of breathtaking peach blossom eyes with a smile slammed into Zhou Ziheng's eyes. Completely different from the first intense and powerful kiss, the soft lips pressed tightly together through the thin mask.

Just before Zhou Ziheng regained consciousness, Xia Xiqing opened his mouth slightly and bit Zhou Ziheng's lips through the mask.

Everything obviously lasted for less than ten seconds, and all the actions seemed to be put into slow motion, frame by frame.

With a crooked smile, Xia Xiqing took off the baseball cap he was wearing and put it on Zhou Ziheng's head.

"Deal."

Turning around, he simply returned to his home neatly.

At the end of the game, eyes were sore and swollen, was about to be unable to hold on, and finally couldn't hold on.

With his fisted hand, he slammed the door behind him fiercely. Zhou Ziheng irritably took off his hat and turned back to his home. He was annoyed that Xia Xiqing could always easily overthrow the defensive line he had painstakingly built up. No matter how hard he tried, he had to admit it.

He was still the one who blinked first.

For several days after the magazine was filmed, Xia Xiqing did not meet Zhou Ziheng, nor did he take the initiative to contact him. In order not to implicate him, Xia Xiqing specifically "please" Xia Zhixu to help hack the camera on the porch, in exchange for a series of out-of-print photos of Xu Qichen he took after he bought a DSLR in the second semester of high school.

The cover of the magazine was released in advance the day before yesterday, and the official blog is also very good at it. The two editions of the cover are posted directly, and the text is attached - "The double magazine will have double covers, single-choice questions, A or B?"

[Self-study makes me happy]: I can answer this question, Tsinghua University and Peking University.

[Self-study is not popular]: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! ! ! ! My mother duck! ! ! What fairy CP did I eat!

[The most offensive in the history of Heng Heng]: What is Heng Heng in the first edition of the Alpha! The smell of pheromones knocked me out!

[Xia Xiqing's first wife on the whole network]: What the hell, the first version is the abused beauty and the second version is the proud queen! ! Xia Xiqing's life is meaningless without sleep!

[Strawberry Fudge]: Passersby are not fans, these two covers are really good, as expected of Lin Mo's mirror, the expressiveness of the two people is too powerful. I didn't know how to choose for a while! Obviously I eat scumbags, but after reading the second edition, I was a little shaken for the little wolf dog and the queen, this terrible CP feeling...

[I hold super A]: I feel the same way, Weifan also wants to stand for a second CP, this terrible CP feeling.

[Sweatswish]: Originally, I didn’t really understand that Mao, a self-study CP, was on the hot search every day, but now I understand it and even a little bit moved. #This is probably the true fragrance theorem.

[KKK I am a little angel]: Pure passers-by, but I sincerely feel that the crispy duck novels I have read before have a face...

[Does my friend invest in shares]: The blood on Zhou Ziheng's face and Xia Xiqing's wound, I wiped my brain and made up a novel of 100,000 words, the kind with color! ! ! Second edition too! ! Obviously there is no nudity, but it just makes people feel the desire and hormones coming to the face, what kind of fairy CP is this!

[Nianxiagong, which is all over the Internet]: The first version - "The dead will never leave me again." The second version - "You are just my dog." #On ShenxianCP's plasticity

[Self-study girl will never admit defeat]: Did anyone find that the handcuffs in the first edition were very similar to the situation in which Xi Qing was initialized in the room in "Escape from Life"? Satisfied my brain hole while watching the show! The style of this magazine is really touching, with black, white and red tones and a Gothic setting, which really brought tears to my eyes.

[I love self-study]: When I saw these two covers, my first reaction was, "I won't get it real!" God, let me get it real once.

……

Get it real. Xia Xiqing chuckled lightly.

Not sure.

Suddenly received a WeChat message from Jiang Yin.

[Jiang Yin]: Xi Qing, the magazine will ask you to help promote it. Just forward it to the official blog.

Xia Xiqing didn't really want to help, but when he returned to the Weibo interface, he found that Zhou Ziheng had already forwarded it.

[Zhou Ziheng]: A.

The fans below also retweeted like crazy.

[Heng Heng Chao's A]: Ahhhh, the attacking baby has appeared!

[My leg is broken by Zhou Ziheng every day]: Is this a pun hahaha - I choose A and I am the most A

Xia Xiqing, who was reluctant to help the heat before, immediately forwarded the Weibo.

[Tsing_Summer]: I choose B.

Seeing the two main masters both appear, CP fans exploded all of a sudden. The speed of comments is unimaginable.

[Self-study and self-study world number one]: Omg, grab my self-study baby! The choice of these two always gives me an unexpected subtlety hahh

[I want to go to self-study]: I understand you! There is a sense of seeing and fighting!

[Who said no]: Hahahahahaha once accepted this setting

[Marshmallow on the cloud]: The time for the two of them to post on Weibo is so close, as if they had negotiated, shouldn't they be together now! [opened a brain hole

[Xiao Xianyu from Peking University]: No, Zhou Ziheng is currently studying in the library, and I sit in the back two rows of him. It seems that I am struggling with the midterm exam just like me.

[Self-study girl will never admit defeat]: Hahahahahaha Zhou Ziheng is currently studying at self-study hahaha What's wrong with my laugh

[Perhaps you like self-study]: Studying in self-study hahahahaha

[Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xi clear the lock]: How do you eat CP correctly, bishop hahaha

……

What kind of sand sculpture girls are they?

WeChat rang again, Xia Xiqing opened it and saw that it was Xia Xiuze.

[Ozawa]: Brother! ! ! ! I don't have class tonight, can I go and play with you!

[Ozawa]: Why doesn't my brother reply to my message.jpg

[Ozawa]: I cast a small look of anticipation at you.jpg

[Ozawa]: Probing on the edge of ecstasy.jpg

Where did this guy come from so many neurotic emojis, Xia Xiqing was about to reject him ruthlessly, when a call came in, and he answered it without even reading it.

"I don't have that spare time..."

"Hey, Xi Qing."

Um? Not Xia Xiuze? Xia Xiqing took the phone away and saw that it was the assistant tutor he had been with before. He coughed, and said hello in a dog-like manner, "Hello, teacher, what's the matter?"

"Oh, I heard Smith say you're back in China, I'm not going to come with you to those idiots, you hurry up and save me, I'm running out of time for a sculpture exhibition at hand, a few students are too It's not reliable, if you don't have anything important, come and help me."

Xia Xiqing frowned. He was most afraid of helping people put out fires, but every time he encountered this kind of thing, he had to do it.

"Teacher, I've been quite..."

On the other end of the professor, he started talking about the location, "P Da Art Institute, hurry up!"

Wait a minute, Big P?

"Okay." Xia Xiqing agreed neatly, "Teacher, I'll contact you when I arrive."

It was only after he got in the car and opened the navigation that he realized that P University was so close to where he lived, and it took less than ten minutes to drive there. No wonder Zhou Ziheng bought the house here, and it was the school district. After parking the car, Xia Xiqing put a mask on himself and entered the campus. He always felt that someone was watching him along the way. As he walked along, he realized that it was not an illusion. A little girl was holding a mobile phone and recording a video aboveboard.

No, he didn't even know he had become so popular.

"Is it Xi Qing?" A little girl came up awkwardly, "Is it Xi Qing."

Now that it's all over, Xia Xiqing can't keep pretending any longer. He smiled softly at her while wearing a mask, and then quickened his pace.

"Fuck it, it's really Xia Xiqing! It's a real person!!"

"It's so beautiful, so gentle."

Zhou Ziheng, who was studying in the library, suddenly felt that there was a commotion around him. He tore off one of his earphones, turned his head, and found that the little girls in the back row were all holding their phones.

He frowned, pressed the brim of his hat, and put on his headphones again to solve the problem.

What the hell.

His best friend Zhao Ke, who was sitting next to him, bumped against his shoulder, "Hey, Ziheng."

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ziheng took off his earphones again and looked at him inexplicably.

Who knew that Zhao Ke's full face watching the show put his phone in front of him, "Look at it, your CP is here!"

Zhou Ziheng rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Fuck off, you CP..." The hand holding the earphone suddenly froze.

"What did you say?!"