Chapter 14

A crumpled ball of paper passed through the hands of professors, deans, principals and others, and finally reached Xia Lanzheng.

Come to the leftmost toilet on the third floor half an hour in advance^^

Cheng Lan's handwriting was unexpectedly elegant and pleasing to the eye at first glance, but there was a grinning mouth drawn under his pointed eyes.

No matter how you look at him, he deserves a beating.

Xia Lanzheng crumpled the note and stuffed it into his pocket. He glanced to the side and saw Cheng Lan looking at him with his white hair on his head and shaking his fist at him.

A primary school kid like this could become a movie star? Xia Lanzheng felt like she had made it again.

The round head looked around, but Chu Linchuan pressed it back: "Do you have ADHD?"

Xia Lanzheng said, "Stop talking. It's very rude."

Chu Linchuan took out a bottle of Coke, which his assistant had gotten from somewhere: "Sit still. If you want to move, drink some water."

Xia Lanzheng stopped moving and sent a message to Song Xinghuai while holding a Coke.

"X: Xiao Song, Xiao Song, I came to your school to watch the evening party today, why didn't I see you?"

Song Xinghuai replied very slowly, five minutes later.

"Song Xinghuai: Brother Xia, you're coming to our school."

"Song Xinghuai: I have something to do, so I'll be there a little later. I don't know if I can make it."

"Song Xinghuai: Have fun."

Xia Lanzheng replied with a "lamb winking" emoticon to end the conversation.

With Song Xinghuai's reply, the original plot of the book made sense. The protagonist and the shou wanted to meet, and there had to be an episode in the middle that caused Cheng Lan to leave early.

Obviously, Xia Lanzheng is this episode.

Xia Lanzheng had a clue in his mind. After watching the show for a while, he suddenly remembered something. Why did Cheng Lan ask him to go to the bathroom?

The toilet in a melodramatic novel is not a good place.

There are so many things that can happen here, violence, secret deals, or something with color...

Xia Lanzheng thought so much about herself that she felt a chill down her spine. She unscrewed the cap of the bottle unconsciously and drank half a bottle of Coke.

The school anniversary party lasted for more than two hours, and the third to last show was being performed on the stage.

Xia Lanzheng tugged at Chu Linchuan's sleeve and said, "I'm going to go to the bathroom first. Will you wait for me in the parking lot?"

Chu Linchuan lowered his head to hear what he was saying, his eyes falling on his round fingers: "Do you have to go at this time?"

"I'm in a hurry," Xia Lanzheng said without hesitation, "There will be a lot of people waiting, and the restroom will be crowded too. You don't want to see me..."

"Shut up," Chu Linchuan pulled back his sleeves and confiscated the Coke in Xia Lanzheng's arms. "I still have to exchange a few words with the school leaders. Go wait for me in the car."

Xia Lanzheng nodded, crouched down, took a few steps, and turned back to poke Chu Linchuan's calf: "Don't drink my Coke."

Chu Linchuan laughed angrily: "Do I need a drink from you?"

Xia Lanzheng thought so too, so she gathered her long hair and walked past the leaders without daring to raise her head.

This is the earliest auditorium built by the Film Academy. The aisles are narrow and the space between rows is small. Once it is full of people, it is difficult to move around.

Finally reaching the last few seats, Xia Lanzheng smelled the scent of flashy lemon perfume and buried her head even lower.

He held the chair in front of him with his left hand and leaned his body sideways, trying his best not to touch Cheng Lan's long legs that had nowhere to go.

The cameraman in the first row was so engrossed in the scene that he changed the angle without saying a word.

With a "ba" sound.

The seat pressed down and the backrest fell straight back.

Xia Lanzheng's eyebrows jumped. He always arrived early to see a movie just to avoid this kind of embarrassment.

Who knew that I couldn’t escape the poison of melodramatic writing!

He pinched the back of the chair with his fingers, pressed his body down uncontrollably, and sat down firmly.

——It’s Cheng Lan’s thigh.

Xia Lanzheng's eyes suddenly widened, her lips parted as she tried to explain herself, but someone suddenly grabbed her waist.

A tingling sensation quickly ran up from his waist, and the owner of the hand was pushing him out hard.

The person under him let out a muffled groan, which was drowned out by the sound effects of the stage play coming to an end, but Xia Lanzheng heard it clearly, the sound was right next to his ear.

Within seconds, his palms were already covered in cold sweat. He turned around to look at Cheng Lan's face, only able to glimpse a tuft of white hair. The hand on his waist immediately moved away and grabbed the back of his neck to stop the action.

The agent and bodyguard on the left and right looked at the two of them, terrified but not daring to make any unnecessary movements.

Fortunately, Xia Lanzheng stood up quickly: "Hold... I'm sorry."

His voice was extremely weak and he kept hunching over even when he ran to the door. He looked extremely frightened.

"Are you okay?" The agent patted his chest, still in shock. "Was that the young master of the Chu family just now? I was really scared."

He turned around and saw Cheng Lan like a plaster sculpture, with his hands resting on his knees, maintaining the same posture.

The flickering stage lights shone on, and Cheng Lan's blushing face could be vaguely seen.

"This hall is still a little too old," the agent said, fanning him with his hand. "It's stuffy."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bodyguard on the other side suppressed his voice and shouted "Hey hey" twice: "Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng! You're bleeding from the nose!"

Cheng Lan finally woke up from a dream. He ignored his bleeding nose and scratched his hair. "I'm going to the bathroom."

The agent stuffed a piece of paper into his hand and told the bodyguard to follow him quickly.

Cheng Lan walked very fast. He turned the ring on his hand impatiently, feeling his finger getting hotter and hotter, and cursed through his teeth.

Just now, Xia Lanzheng accidentally sat on his lap, and the first thought that came to his mind was... so soft.

How could anyone use this word to describe a good brother? Ridiculous! Absurd!

But what kind of shampoo does this person use? It smells strangely fragrant.

Cheng Lan wiped his nose with a tissue, frowned, and asked the bodyguard behind him, "Xiao Liu, do you have the contact information for that Chinese medicine doctor you mentioned last time?"

"Of course, Brother Cheng, you're a little on edge. You might want to drink some Chinese medicine to relieve it," Xiao Liu advised him. "How about we go back first? The students will be out soon."

Cheng Lan touched his nose and threw the paper into the trash can: "I'm going to the bathroom on the third floor to wash my hands. There's no one there."

Just as I was about to step onto the stairs, the glass door on the right was suddenly pushed open. Those who skipped classes, those who were wandering around, those who were browsing forums, in short, all the students who didn't get tickets to the party gathered here.

Seeing the silver hair, someone called out, "Cheng Lan!"

The bodyguard quickly reacted, standing in front of Cheng Lan and shouting, "Sorry everyone, this is a private trip. No photos or autographs. I hope you can understand!"

The sound was drowned out by the sea of ​​people, and the bustling crowd was already rushing towards this side.

Cheng Lan lowered his leg from the stairs, stood there, bowed to the students, and exchanged glances with the bodyguard: "Let's go!"

*

Xia Lanzheng really thought he was quite perceptive. He sneaked along the wall and walked in the completely opposite direction of the bathroom on the third floor.

Cheng Lan was probably annoyed by being hung up on several times in a row, and wanted to find an opportunity to confront him face to face.

Xia Lanzheng didn't give him this opportunity. After all, tonight was his and Song Xinghuai's home game, and it was inappropriate for her to be a light bulb.

The Film Academy's anniversary celebration was a grand affair, and everyone who could see the excitement had gone to see it. As a result, the back of the auditorium was completely empty, with only the muffled sound of the music.

Xia Lanzheng looked back, but no one noticed the angle, and he didn't see Cheng Lan either.

My heart was hanging in the air like a balloon pierced by a needle, and it burst with a "bang".

Xia Lanzheng couldn't help but jump for joy. He had already figured out the rules that made the world run normally, which was to avoid the Shura field and not interfere with the cause and effect of the protagonist's top and bottom.

It was not advisable to stay here for long, so he turned on the navigation on his phone and entered the location of the parking lot.

"Xiao Xia brother?"

A voice came from not far away.

Xia Lanzheng was startled and looked up to see Song Xinghuai standing a few steps away, wearing a coffee shop shirt.

The wind blew in from the other side, bringing with it the smell of coffee. Song Xinghuai quickly approached and immediately narrowed his eyes: "Brother Xia, is it really you? Why didn't you go in?"

Xia Lanzheng was in a daze. According to the plot of the original book, Song Xinghuai would not appear for at least 10 minutes, so how come he appeared earlier?

"I came out to get some fresh air," Xia Lanzheng said, her voice a little hoarse after not speaking for a long time. She coughed, "Xiao Song, are you done with your work?"

Song Xinghuai said, "I saw the message you sent and couldn't concentrate on my work, so my boss asked me to leave work early so I could come and see you before the show was over."

Xia Lanzheng listened and took a deep breath of air. As if by magic, the tattered balloon fragments suddenly inflated again.

"Okay, it's okay," Xia Lanzheng said firmly, as if speaking to herself. "There are still two shows left. You still have time to go in now."

Song Xinghuai stood beside him and laughed. Xia Lanzheng was much more anxious than him and pushed him forward.

"Xiao Xia, you're so serious," Song Xinghuai said, holding the glass door with his hand, turning around and saying, "I understand. I'll go in right away..."

Xia Lanzheng didn't explain much. She reached out to open the door and suddenly caught a glimpse of another person in the corridor.

He couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he recognized the conspicuous white hair and black skin. Alarm bells went off in his heart, his feet slipped on the ground and he wanted to run.

But Cheng Lan was faster than him. He walked to the door in a few seconds, frowned and pushed it open, and the hot air immediately hit him in the face.

Xia Lanzheng was also pulling the door, so the two of them exerted force together, and Cheng Lan fell forward due to inertia.

The necklace on his neck then crashed into Xia Lanzheng, standing in front of her like a mountain.

The shoulder hit Xia Lanzheng's forehead hard. Xia Lanzheng's eyes went dark and her head felt a burning pain.

In this strange posture, he heard several footsteps in the corridor. He raised his head from Cheng Lan's arms, caught a glimpse of the huge crowd, and subconsciously turned to look for Song Xinghuai.

Song Xinghuai was separated from the other side by the open glass door. A hint of surprise flashed across his face, and he wanted to reach out and pull Xia Lanzheng away.

Xia Lanzheng stretched out her hand towards Song Xinghuai, but was stopped by another person with a "snap".

Cheng Lan didn't pay any attention to what was happening. He lowered his head and looked at Xia Lanzheng, his nervous expression turning into disbelief: "What are you doing here!"

As they spoke, the people in the corridor moved closer and closer. Cheng Lan swallowed his questioning words and said, "Forget it."

Forget it? What do you mean?

Xia Lanzheng suddenly had an absurd guess, and her bad premonition became stronger and stronger -

His wrist was forcibly held, and Cheng Lan's palm was extremely warm, with calluses left by years of fitness.

"What are you doing, what are you doing, what are you doing..." Xia Lanzheng twisted her wrist, "Don't grab me!"

Go and catch Song Xinghuai, why catch him!

Xia Lanzheng had been pulled and turned around, and then he stumbled and saw Song Xinghuai's figure fade away from his sight.

"Don't look!" Cheng Lan panted, with a look on his face that said, "Are you stupid?" He gritted his teeth and whispered in his ear, "Run!"