Desperate Orange

"No more, we have enough video material." Xiao Ming wanted to ask for more, but Zheng Cheng got there before him.

I thought he enjoyed his meal, so why didn't he try something else? Still not satisfied? So, did he really feel hungry after finishing it all?

"Hu Hanyu, you know the boss, right? Next time I will bring Zhou Min and Sisi here again, please help us reserve a table. We can save the remaining varieties for next time. Xiao Ming, you come too, I will do the second session." Zheng Cheng gulped down the last sip of Coke with great momentum.

"Okay." Hanyu smiled brightly.

Zheng Cheng plans to hand over the design of today's video to Xiao Ming. Although he likes to do it all by himself, the options given by Hu Hanyu today are so surprising that it will probably be more interesting to have one more person's ideas involved.

"This time, I'll let you demonstrate your expertise as a film and television director." Zheng Cheng continued to instruct as they walked out of the Queen's Gate. "You can use any camera footage, but try to minimize the amount of my voice."

"Why? I think Brother Cheng's complaints are very interesting." Xiao Ming asked.

"It doesn't match my personality. I'm a beautiful girl on the mountain." Zheng Cheng shook the T-shirt on his body.

Isn't it the Orange of Capri?

Today's hero walked leisurely at the end, listening to them discuss the video ideas.

"Where's Hanyu?" Zheng Cheng suddenly seemed to remember something and turned around to look for him.

"Hmm?" Hu Hanyu raised his eyebrows.

"You're walking so far back. Didn't you hear what I just said?" Zheng Cheng waved his hand. "Come here."

He took two long steps and walked side by side with Zheng Cheng.

"Next time you recommend something, use this standard. Nothing lower will do." Zheng Cheng continued, "Send this one out today and see how it goes. If it's good, make it a series and intersperse it with high-end Japanese dishes..."

Hu Hanyu didn't hear much of what he said. He just stared at his mouth. Zheng Cheng had eaten too much barbecue just now, so his lips were particularly red, opening and closing, which looked very beautiful.

The temperature wasn't very high today, but perhaps because of the impending typhoon, the wind had been quite strong these past few days. Zheng Cheng's warrior hairdo had been blown apart by the wind, his bangs now blurred in front of his eyes. Hanyu unconsciously raised his hand to help him tuck his hair behind his ears.

Zheng Cheng was stunned and looked at him.

"Well, did you hear that? I can recommend all kinds of restaurants, but the food has to be delicious." He smoothed his hair as if nothing had happened and turned his head away.

"Oh, okay." Hu Hanyu nodded as if waking up from a dream.

"Can we take a taxi here? It's too hot today. I'm sweating after just a few steps." Zheng Cheng said while fanning himself with his hands.

They stopped to take a taxi. Hu Hanyu planned to take the bus, so he said goodbye to them on the spot.

"Hanyu, contact me on WeChat. After you post the video, remember to give Brother Cheng a like." Xiao Ming reminded diligently.

"Well, you're going back with him to stay up all night today? You've worked hard." Hanyu patted his shoulder.

"I just finished filming, so I'll edit it while I have inspiration." Xiao Ming grinned.

Zheng Cheng didn't say anything, his eyes stayed on Hu Hanyu's face, and the two looked at each other for a few seconds.

"Okay, see you next time." Hu Hanyu raised his hand to them, turned and walked forward.

Zheng Cheng didn't take his eyes off the girl even after walking a long way.

He felt a little regretful. He was so busy eating today that he forgot to ask about Cheng's cuisine and learned more about Hanyu.

Hanyu's fingertips seemed to be charged with electricity, and a small lightning bolt ran from his ear all the way to his heart, causing him to feel a trace of pain, which he couldn't figure out what it meant.

It's quite annoying anyway.

After seeing Dr. Yin, Zheng Cheng's sleep has improved. He has more energy in the past two days and has more ideas. In the evening, while Xiao Ming is around, he chats with him more about the plan to release video slices on Little Green Book.

"Zhou Min did some statistics, and here's the ranking of the accounts that have interacted most with your Little Green Book recently." Xiao Ming pulled out a screenshot. "Many of them are obviously old fans of D Station, but there are also a few new faces."

"Zhou Min." Zheng Cheng's way of picking out the key points was still as erratic as ever. "Are you calling him by his name now?"

"I can't not yell, otherwise he'll always correct me, and nothing will work. I can only compromise." Xiao Ming has long been accustomed to it and helped him get back on track. "Then let's go to the comment section of the little green book..."

"Oh, yes, why did you go to Zhou Min's place on Gu Zichen's birthday last time? Wouldn't it be better to check it online at home?" Zheng Cheng went back again.

"I just asked him a question, and he told me to have the driver come pick me up and talk to me in person." Xiao Ming scratched his head. "I said no, no, and the next thing he said was that he was already downstairs at my house."

"Oh? You really don't want to be alone? Then why don't you go to the birthday party?" Zheng Cheng held his chin and thought, Zhou Min is such a weirdo.

"Maybe he only cares about Brother Cheng's affairs, haha." Xiao Ming scratched his face, and there was no place else to scratch, so he went back to data analysis.

Originally thinking that he could watch the rough cut video directly in the evening, Xiao Ming's eyelids started to droop halfway through, so Zheng Cheng persuaded him to sleep in the guest room. He rolled around on the sofa twice and felt a little sleepy, so he decided to try it on the bed.

At first, I lay down for a while but couldn't fall asleep, so I changed to the same position I used after the consultation that day to get a feel for it.

I can’t sleep. I must have eaten too much barbecue.

Wait, does Coke have caffeine?

Harmed by Hu Hanyu.

No, he asked me to drink Orange Juice.

He could only close his eyes and curse Hu Hanyu.

His whole family eats orange juice.

…

I can't move my body.

He saw the yellow plastic floor in front of him and a stainless steel floor drain not far away. He could not make out anything else clearly. He could hear people talking around him in Japanese.

"Just leave it here, let's go."

"Is this child really okay? He hasn't eaten in a few days."

"What are you thinking? It's not like we won't feed them. What can we do if they don't want it?"

"The money is in hand, stop looking and leave."

"That's right. Dad will come to work soon. If he sees it, he won't just ignore it."

I want to go home.

A long time later, he heard voices, the clatter of dishes, and someone busy nearby.

Zheng Cheng felt heavy-headed and lay down with his legs curled up, feeling uncomfortable, but he couldn't move.

"Dad, why is there someone here?"

"Where are you from? Hey, are you okay?"

I want to go home.

He didn't have the strength to open his eyes, and even breathing was difficult.

"It's so hot, he has a fever."

"Kid, can you hear me?"

I want to go home.

Zheng Cheng forced himself to move his lips, having already forgotten to speak Japanese. He only had the strength to repeat this sentence.

"I want to...go home..."

"Okay, go home, I'll take you home." Hu Hanyu's voice rang out.

Um?

Suddenly she had the strength to open her eyes and found herself in an elevator, being held by Hu Hanyu. He gently tucked the hair in front of Zheng Cheng's eyes behind her ears with his fingertips.

What the hell?!

"Hu Hanyu, let me go!"

There was a blurry ball of light in front of his eyes. Zheng Cheng struggled to jump up, waving his hands around. Someone rolled off the bed, the ball of light disappeared, and he saw clearly that he was in the bedroom.

"Who are you!" Zheng Cheng yelled. He had no other weapons and could only clench his fists.

"I, I, I, Brother Cheng!" A cell phone with a flashlight on was stretched out from under the bed, and Xiao Ming climbed up with difficulty.

"Damn, what are you doing? You scared me to death." Zheng Cheng sat on the bed and gasped.

"Who are you trying to scare? Brother, aren't you sleeping in the living room downstairs? I thought the bedroom was haunted."

Xiao Ming turned on the bedside lamp, but was still startled by Zheng Cheng's disheveled hair. "Oh my god, whose nice person sleeps right in the middle of the bed, curled up in a ball?"

"I can't sleep, right? I tried all kinds of positions. What's wrong? You should have told me when you came. You just shone the light in my face. Who wouldn't be startled when they're sleeping?"

"If I don't turn on the light, I can't even tell which side of your group is the head. I just hear someone humming." Xiao Ming sat down on the edge of the bed exhausted. "Brother Cheng, did you dream about Hu Hanyu?"

Zheng Cheng's eyes almost popped out when he heard the name: "Did I just... call it out?"

"Yes, did he hit you? You said Hu Hanyu let me go, Brother Cheng, are you two okay?"

Something happened, something big.

"What else did I say?" Zheng Cheng asked.

"Nothing else... No, Cheng, please comb your hair first. I'm scared of you like this."

"How dare you come here to see if there's a ghost?"

"Then shouldn't I protect you? You scared yourself enough to make such a deep cut in your ear. There must be something fishy going on..."

"Pooh, pooh, pooh! Okay, you can go to sleep, I'll go to the living room." Zheng Cheng turned over and got out of bed.

Xiao Ming, no longer sleepy from jumping around, said he'd go to the living room to continue editing the video. Zheng Cheng made himself a cup of Rooibos tea and, feeling guilty, made one for Xiao Ming as well.

"Hey, how many times have you met Hu Hanyu? What do you think of him?" Zheng Cheng asked as he handed over the teacup.

"Me? I think he's a nice guy, easy to get along with, and a great teammate." Xiao Ming took a sip of Rooibos tea, smacked his lips, and put it down. "But, well, his experience is pretty messy, and it's still a little different from yours."

"It feels similar to me, but different." Zheng Cheng sat down next to him. "It's this guy. He doesn't stand out standing there, but when you turn around and separate, he's all you can think about."

"Well, he has a lot of social experience, but he's still younger... huh?" Xiao Ming suddenly realized, "No, wait, it's not possible to have him in your head..."

Zheng Cheng: "Not really. Anyway, I just need to try to distract myself."

"Does this require effort?" Xiao Ming started scratching his head again.

"That's really strange." Zheng Cheng said to himself, "Nothing good will happen if you run into him."

Xiao Ming thought for a moment and said, "It hasn't reached that point yet."

Zheng Cheng: "He's lucky, the results are always good."

Xiao Ming: “I have some ability.”

Zheng Cheng: "So my mood always goes up and down."

Xiao Ming: "You are indeed easily emotional."

Zheng Cheng: "Now I feel anxious whenever I think of him."

Xiao Ming: "Brother, you are... pretty miserable."

Hmm... something's not right? Xiao Ming feels something's off. Maybe he was just frightened, and his mind is a little confused.

The two of them worked very efficiently late at night. They finished analyzing the little green book and finalized the rough cut of the video. Xiao Ming tried his best to keep the shot of Zheng Cheng's sour face.

"Are you crazy? I have a cool and aloof personality, and this would reveal my true nature." Zheng Cheng was unwilling to do so.

"What's so cool about that? Last time you ate the daifuku and held it in your hands, everyone in the comments section was going crazy, calling you "baby, baby," and no one thought you were cool." Xiao Ming was also a little anxious. "Brother Cheng, they just love to see this. Please."

The comment section is all defended by Xiao Ming, and his opinions are definitely pertinent. "But, it's really ugly..."

"How can she be ugly? She's actually very cute. If you don't believe me, let's ask someone. They'll definitely think the same as me." Xiao Ming said as he opened WeChat. "I'll send this to Hu Hanyu and let him judge for himself."

When Zheng Cheng heard the name, he collapsed and fell onto the table.

"Hey? Brother Cheng, are you sleepy? Why don't you go take a nap on the sofa?" Xiao Ming imported the video slice into his mobile phone and was about to send it to Hanyu.

"Why are you mentioning him when everything is fine? Why are you mentioning him? I just forgot about him." Zheng Cheng lay there in despair, his voice coming out muffled.

"After all, he's at the scene. If you don't want to ask him, then I'll send it to Zhou Min or Miss Sisi."

"Go ahead and send it." Hu Hanyu is annoying, but he is reliable, so you can still ask.

Zheng Cheng's mind was too confused, and the scenes from his dream began to replay in his mind.

I really can't meet him anymore recently.