Chapter 82

"I'll ask Ronaldinho to pick you up at noon tomorrow, don't you have class tomorrow?"

Zhou Ziheng opened the door of his house, put on his slippers and walked in. There was no one in the living room, but the lights were on, and there was half a cup of coffee on the coffee table.

"understood."

"Is there a class tomorrow afternoon?" Jiang Yin was signing the document, and asked casually, "If there is, ask for a leave in advance, and I asked you to give me the timetable, but I never gave it."

"There's a section..." Zhou Ziheng went upstairs while thinking, when he heard noises in the bedroom, opened the door and saw that the projector was on, as if some art documentary was playing.

"Italian? Or Spanish..." Zhou Ziheng muttered to himself while standing at the door of the bedroom looking at the projector.

"You also took Italian classes?"

"Ah, no," Zhou Ziheng responded, "it's a public elective course, and I'll send an email to the teacher to ask for leave." The quilt on the bed in the bedroom was in a big ball, and there was a glass of transparent green wine on the bedside table.

Fell asleep?

Zhou Ziheng sat on the bed with his earphones on, rummaging for Xia Xiqing from the large bundle of quilts. It felt a bit like finding a kitten in a ball of cotton.

"When you are recording a show, talk a little bit more. Usually, you are not allowed to appear in this kind of entertainment variety show. This is also the first time. Show more performance."

Zhou Ziheng responded twice, lifted the quilt and saw Xia Xiqing's sleeping profile, he pulled off the earphone with the microphone and held it in his hand, and leaned over to kiss Xia Xiqing's ear.

"Hmm..." Xia Xiqing was about to speak in a daze when Zhou Ziheng covered his mouth.

"Shh..." Seeing him open his eyes, Zhou Ziheng made a silent gesture at him. On the other end of the phone, Jiang Yin was still explaining some matters related to the show. Zhou Ziheng had already climbed onto the bed and hugged Xia Xiqing. After being tossed by him, Xia Xiqing was completely awake. With a slight frown, he pointed to Zhou Ziheng's earphones, and asked who it was.

Zhou Ziheng kissed the red lips that he had just woken up from, and also answered with his mouth - sister-in-law.

Xia Xiqing nodded and started rubbing his eyes. Zhou Ziheng was disobedient. He had to hug and kiss him while on the phone. He couldn't push him away.

"Understood, I'll tell him." Zhou Ziheng's eyes fell on Xia Xiqing's face, "You don't need to contact me, will the crew go?" Xia Xiqing smelled of alcohol mixed with a strong herbal aroma. It was like a touch of extremely subtle bitterness mixed in the warm and soft sugar water, making Zhou Ziheng just want to kiss his side neck.

Xia Xiqing's awakening was completely awakened, but the wine was still awake. For Zhou Ziheng's irresponsible way of provoking himself, he chose to express his condemnation with actions. He stretched out his hand and gulped down the half-full glass of absinthe by the bedside.

"Oh, that's fine, fans just want to watch anyway..." Xia Xiqing leaned against the head of the bed, grabbed Zhou Ziheng by the neckline and dragged him in front of him, the distance was compressed within a few inches.

Xia Xiqing tilted his head, rubbed Zhou Ziheng's lip line with the tip of his nose, raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows at him.

The action was too fast, and Zhou Ziheng dazedly finished the remaining half of the sentence.

"I'm with Xia Xiqing..."

A double entendre. Xia Xiqing gave him a sly smile, then put his arms around his neck and kissed Zhou Ziheng's lips, licking slowly, biting gently, the kiss was shallow and lustful, but he didn't go deep.

The cold herbal aroma gradually fermented into an incomparably ambiguous fragrance, entangling the two of them. Zhou Ziheng's back was covered with a thin layer of hot sweat, and he reached out to hold his face and was about to go in, when Xia Xiqing avoided him.

The phone was talking about his birthday, and Zhou Ziheng had no time to take care of the specifics. His mind was full of the people in front of him, so he could only make a random reason to hang up the phone, and he also pulled the earphone cord and everything to one side.

With no ties left, Zhou Ziheng directly forced Xia Xiqing to the head of the bed, with his forehead pressed against his, with a low voice, "You are here to recruit me again."

Xia Xiqing pushed his hand away. After playing enough, he wanted to dodge, "Who called who first? You have to wake me up when you're on the phone." Just as he was about to lie down and continue watching the documentary, Zhou Ziheng suddenly pounced on him. Falling on the bed, "I just want to recruit you."

"It crushed me to death, why is it so heavy." Xia Xiqing frowned. Zhou Ziheng immediately reacted, "Oh, I'm still carrying a schoolbag." He quickly took off the schoolbag and threw it aside, pressed Xia Xiqing's body and smiled at him, like a large dog leaning on his side neck and sniffing, "Drink What kind of wine, why does it smell so cold?"

Xia Xiqing chuckled, "It's cold at this time," he held his lips, "It's not appropriate, right?"

The autumn twilight is as rich as an oil painting, and the orange sunset immersed in the can of sugar water exchanged a tender kiss with the edge of the coming night under the deep twilight.

The variety show arranged by Jiang Yin is different from "Escape From Life". It is an old-fashioned variety show with very high ratings and has been broadcast for more than five years, so the audience of this show is also relatively wide. The "Tracking" crew went to four people, Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing, Yang Bo and Song Nian.

Xia Xiqing was quite surprised when he saw Song Nian backstage. Song Nian didn't participate in the publicity when the official blog released the materials. He thought something was wrong, but she came again at this time.

Probably overthinking it.

The costume styling is brought by the show team. In order to use the self-study CP to stir up the topic, the stylist directly arranged a couple outfit for Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng. Xia Xiqing was wearing a smog blue knitted sweater and a dark gray fine-grained suit and trousers, and his hair was combed to reveal his forehead. Zhou Ziheng wears white trousers with gray cigarette pants and a gray-blue trench coat.

Several hosts of the program group Cue finished the process, and the four guests came on stage together, and the fans in the entire recording studio began to scream before they could see it clearly. Xia Xiqing looked under the stage and saw that the self-study CP's slogans and light cards were almost more than the two people's fans.

MC took the microphone and said with a smile, "Let's welcome the main creators of the "Tracking" crew with the warmest applause. Come on, let's start with Yang Bo and greet the audience."

The position of the four people is quite subtle. Yang Bo is standing on the far left, next to Xia Xiqing. The self-study CP that the audience expected did not stand directly together, and there was Song Nian in the middle. Apart from the microphones in the hands of a few MCs, there were only two microphones left for the guests. Yang Bo handed the microphones to Xia Xiqing after finishing his opening remarks. Before Xia Xiqing opened his mouth, the screams from the audience poured in overwhelmingly.

He smiled and briefly introduced into the microphone, "Hello everyone, I'm Xia Xiqing."

Another scream. Xia Xiqing turned her head to one side and saw that Song Nian was holding a microphone in her hand, so she didn't hand it over. Song Nian's screams were obviously much smaller when she introduced herself. She finished her introduction with a sweet smile and put the microphone on. Handed it to Zhou Ziheng, who was standing on the far right.

As soon as Zhou Ziheng took the microphone, the screams drowned out the studio. He raised the microphone and said a few words and found that the sound did not come out. Xia Xiqing quickly reacted and leaned forward slightly to hand the microphone in his hand to Zhou Ziheng. Who would have guessed that it was such a small move that suddenly detonated the fans who had just calmed down, screaming one after another.

Zhou Ziheng patted his microphone, and there was another voice, "Hey, can you hear me?"

The voice of a girl in the auditorium was so loud that the whole studio could hear it clearly.

"I can't hear you!! Use Mrs. Zhou's microphone!!!"

Xia Xiqing's shoulders trembled, all the guests on the stage didn't hold back their laughter, Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and held back his laughter, and the atmosphere under the stage was even more enthusiastic.

"Hahahahaha..."

"Mom, sister Tianxiu! Self-study girls are awesome!"

Seeing that Zhou Ziheng's microphone was all right, Xia Xiqing took the microphone back and teased the self-study girl who was just offstage, "I was just stunned, I thought you stole his microphone."

There was another burst of laughter from the audience.

Zhou Ziheng, who has always been considered a lack of variety show, also joked, "My microphone is not very good, it's not as good as your voice."

The stalk of the microphone passed by the audience's hilarious laughter and ridicule, and the program recording was finally on the right track. This variety show is basically based on indoor games, and the guests are divided into several groups to compete with each other. The main MC took a lottery box and shook it, "There are four balls in this box, two red and two blue. Let's draw lots."

Yang Bo is an impatient person. He touches the ball and immediately shows it to everyone. He can't wait to go around the field.

"Okay, Yang Bo has a red ball in his hand," the main MC shook the box in his hand again, "Let's draw Ziheng next."

Zhou Ziheng stretched his hand in, and everyone below shouted, "Blue ball, blue ball, blue ball!"

When he stretched out his hand again, Song Nian smiled while holding the microphone, "I have a hunch that he is really a blue ball."

Yang Bo followed suit, "I have a hunch that he is holding football."

There was a whole lot of laughter underneath, Zhou Ziheng raised the ball in his hand, it was really blue, screams and cheers broke out in the audience immediately, even the host couldn't help laughing, "Isn't it just a blue ball? Those who didn’t know thought that Xi Qing had already drawn the blue ball.”

"Hahahahaha... I succeeded more than half!"

"Xi Qing must be blue!"

"Xi Qing blue ball, Xi Qing blue ball!"

Song Nian first took out a ball. She often went to variety shows and knew the tricks. She took out the ball and hid it behind her back.

"The last one will be left to Xiqing." The host handed the box to Xia Xiqing's hand. Xia Xiqing first glanced inside, then tugged his sleeve to cover his hand, and took the ball out of it. , hidden in the hand. Yang Bo was anxious, "You two should take it out."

"Then the lottery is over now," the host pulled Yang Bo and Zhou Ziheng to both sides, "the one who got the red ball stands beside our Yang Bo, and the one who gets the blue ball stands beside Ziheng."

Song Nian glanced at Xia Xiqing but did not move, but Xia Xiqing walked straight towards Zhou Ziheng in a burst of screams. Zhou Ziheng kept his eyes on him, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his hand holding the microphone rested on his chin. Until Xia Xiqing stood beside Zhou Ziheng, the screams from the audience did not stop.

"Ah, ah, my self-study is really a pair!"

"Self-study is of course a pair!!!"

Xia Xiqing also gave Zhou Ziheng a brief look, thinking that everything was settled, but who knew that in the next second, he would grab Zhou Ziheng's wrist without a microphone, and put his hand into the microphone and said, "I'm just here. Let me tell you," he looked at Zhou Ziheng, took out the red ball in his hand and smiled, "Let me have it."

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Mom, Xia Xiqing is so good!"

After speaking, Xia Xiqing left from Zhou Ziheng's side, walked to Yang Bo's side, and bumped shoulders with him.

Song Nian also shrugged and came to Zhou Ziheng's side.

"Okay, now the teams are divided, let's start the game." The staff brought up a big lottery turntable from the background, and the host explained, "This turntable has many classic games from our program, and we will now invite guest representatives to come. Spin the wheel to see which game will be drawn."

After a few discussions, they decided to let the male number one, Zhou Ziheng, come and turn the turntable. Zhou Ziheng didn't shirk. He stood there quite coolly and turned the turntable. The turntable turned for a long time before it slowly stopped.

"Okay, all the audience, the highly anticipated moment has finally arrived..." The host pointed his finger at the pointer and looked at the gradually stopping turntable, "The game is..."

Finally, what stopped in front of the pointer was an orange note with four words written on it.

"You draw I guess!"

Zhou Ziheng squatted on the ground and hugged his head.

"Hahaha, God help me!" Yang Bo laughed and hugged Xia Xiqing hard, then dragged him around the stadium and blew kisses, and acted as a host for the interview, "Xiqing, do you have any victory speeches as the winner? "

Xia Xiqing smiled solemnly, "I want to know what the punishment item is?"

The fans and audience under the stage laughed and leaned forward and backward, which made Zhou Ziheng even more pitiful. The host couldn't bear to look directly at the result, "How about Ziheng do it again?" He asked the audience under the stage, "What do you think? ?"

I thought that the fans under the stage would feel sorry for Zhou Ziheng and asked him to do it again, but most of the fans shouted.

"don't want!!"

"this one!!"

"I'm willing to admit defeat!"

Zhou Ziheng held the microphone and smiled helplessly, "You are all fake fans."

The so-called you draw I guess, in fact, one guest wears headphones and listens to the song on his back, while the other sits on the seat that rotates at high speed, observes the warning signs that may appear at any time, and writes the words written on the warning signs within a limited time. The content is displayed to teammates in the form of paintings. The more the teammates guess correctly, the greater the chance of winning.

"This is probably the least suspenseful game in the history of our show." A female MC laughed.

Another MC also laughed, "Who would have thought of a painter to participate in this kind of game you draw and guess?"

"Who would have thought that Ziheng was so lucky?"

"Hahahahahaha..."

At the beginning of the game, the blue team first stood on the game table. Zhou Ziheng admitted that he had no talent for painting, so he walked to the earphone and turned his back. Song Nian sat on the seat. As soon as the seat was turned, she began to call, and Yang Bo was next to him. Booing, "Don't patronize and tell you not to read the sign."

After turning around for a minute, Song Nian's whole person was turned into a mess. He almost didn't fall when he got off the seat. Xia Xiqing, who was standing on the side, quickly helped her with his eyes and hands, and Song Nian successfully walked to the drawing board. Before, pick up the pen and start drawing.

Three minutes is very short, Zhou Ziheng turned around as soon as the music in his earphones ended.

"Okay! Niannian, it's time." The host walked over to the drawing board, glanced at it, and then smiled and bowed, "Niannian, your painting is...it's too abstract, Ziheng, prepare yourself mentally."

Zhou Ziheng made an OK gesture, but as soon as the drawing board was turned around, he was covered in circles. On the drawing board, there were quite irregular small circles, three wavy lines, and a pointed mouth on the top. know what it is.

"What is this..." Zhou Ziheng's face was wrinkled together. Yang Bo and Xia Xiqing were still making trouble.

"You can't see that?" Yang Bo laughed while holding the microphone, "Two orioles sing green willows."

Xia Xiqing added another sentence, "A group of egrets ascended to the blue sky."

Zhou Ziheng glared at them both and sighed helplessly.

"Little bird?"

MC prompt: "Wrong!"

"Swallow?" Zhou Ziheng tried to understand the meaning of the painting, "River? There is a duck on the river? No, the wavy line is a bit short, it doesn't look like a river..."

Yang Bo began to hum a song, "There is a group of ducks downstream of the bridge in front of the gate, come and count, two, four, six, seven, eight~" He handed the microphone to Xia Xiqing, and Xia Xiqing said with a smirk, "Crush the ducks. ."

There was a burst of laughter from below.

"time up!"

The host finally couldn't hold back any longer, took the cardboard and turned it over, "Come here, Ziheng, take a look."

There are four big words written on the prompt board - the hen lays the egg. Zhou Ziheng almost fainted when he saw it, "My God, can't you draw an oval? I thought it was a cobblestone."

"I'm so dizzy that I can't even hold the pen in my hand," Song Nian stood up and groaned, "Then you can draw later."

Zhou Ziheng turned and glanced at Xia Xiqing. Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows at him, "I won't let you go, give up."

"Okay, let's go to the red team below!" The host restored the drawing board, "Let me tell you in advance that our punishment this time is very severe."

There was a scream from the audience, "Let the water! Let the water! Let the water! Let the water..."

Xia Xiqing smiled dotingly, "You are so hard to serve." Then he walked to the swivel seat.

"Games start!"

The seat was turning quite fast. Xia Xiqing focused his attention on one point, avoiding dizziness to a great extent. A warning board flashed in front of him with four words written on it.

Xia Xiqing suspects that the program crew is just watching the dishes, this is not an order of magnitude difficulty at all!

The seat slowly stopped, Xia Xiqing held on to the railing to stabilize his body, and calmly walked to the drawing board.

"He really didn't release the water. You can see how steady he is."

"Like never turned around, hahaha."

"Audience friends, let's take a look at Ziheng's expression."

Zhou Ziheng squatted down again, unable to bear to look directly, and drew circles on the ground with his head lowered. Xia Xiqing's hand was a little unstable because of dizziness. He grabbed the wrist of his right hand with his left hand and quickly drew on the drawing board.

"Five-four-three-two-one! It's over!"

The host called to stop, and Xia Xiqing put down the pen in his hand, collapsed on the chair and laughed. He turned his face to the side and saw Zhou Ziheng, who was squatting, raising his head, and the two looked at each other.

"God, Ziheng, you have to accept this time." The host held the drawing board to his chest, "I've been on the show for so long, and this is the first time a guest has played the game like this in such a short period of time. It doesn't matter. Guess it, a child can guess it."

As soon as he lit up the drawing board, Yang Bo jumped three times happily.

There was screaming from the audience.

"Oh my god my little painter!"

"It's so well drawn!"

On the drawing board is a dragon drawn by Xia Xiqing in the way of sketching cartoons. It is very cute, but it has no eyes.

Yang Bo cleared his throat and said quite solemnly, "Although it's all for this sake, in order to respect our opponents, we still have to go through the process." He smiled and gave the answer together with the audience. .

"The finishing touch!"

Zhou Ziheng grabbed the drawing board from the host's hand and pretended to be desperate and ready to throw it on the ground. Just as the audience started to cry, he retracted his hand again, touched the drawing board, and stuffed it into Xia Xiqing's hand, with his back to the camera. She blinked her left eye at him.

"I admit defeat." Zhou Ziheng stood back to the blue team's position with a doting and helpless smile on his face.

"Who can win against him?"

This sentence literally detonated the entire studio, and almost lifted the roof.