Chapter 13: The storm started with how the captain cheated his colleagues.
Xia Huanming didn't know how to communicate with Chen Xing. He held his forehead, patted his side, and said in a gentle tone, "Chen Xing, sit here first."
Chen Xing sat down obediently.
Xia Huanming tapped on the notebook and asked, "Why did you suddenly think of this?"
Chen Xing simply replied: "To increase the ratings."
Xia Huanming organized his words and said earnestly, "If we rely on these to gain ratings, the audience may stereotype you, and whatever you play in the future will be based on this, which is not good for the actors."
Chen Xing lowered his eyes and fell into deep thought.
The same warm yellow light as that day shone on them.
Xia Huanming's gaze moved from the earlobe to the fluttering eyelashes, then along the bridge of the nose to the tip of the nose, and finally his head turned back to focus his vision on the red notebook.
Xia Huanming's fingers rhythmically tapped the thick book cover and continued to persuade his teammate: "I think we still have to rely on our strength to win. The most important thing is to hone our acting skills. Everyone participates in this variety show to improve their acting skills. As long as their acting skills are good, does the ratings for such a short period of time matter?"
Although Xia Huanming was "educating", his voice was very gentle - like the clouds and mist over the prairie. Chen Xing did not feel bored at all and listened to it all.
In addition, Xia Huanming is a true "acting first" believer, so this "education" seems very convincing.
Some actors who are not good enough at acting will take advantage of the platform to broadcast TV series and simultaneously appear on variety shows to promote and hype up their CPs, or buy marketing accounts to attack their opponents; and Xia Huanming never appeared on variety shows when he was the most popular, there were only a few photos of him being encountered by passers-by.
No matter how much the gossip crew digs up scandals about celebrities, they will avoid him when they see him. They all say he is very boring, and his time to clock in at the crew is more regular than that of college students' classes.
Chen Xing thought of this, stared at Xia Huanming's phoenix eyes, shook his head and replied: "It doesn't matter."
Xia Huanming pointed at the notebook and said, "So, we won't use this method anymore."
Chen Xing nodded: "I understand, Captain."
"Then let me keep this book of yours first." Xia Huanming stood up, opened his drawer, and placed the notebook next to the medicine box.
Chen Xing looked at him in confusion: "Why?"
Why?
I’m afraid you’ll go astray and join a cult.
Xia Huanming didn't say it clearly, but asked Chen Xing: "Do you still want to share your plan with others?"
Chen Xing didn't answer, but lowered his head and picked at his fingernails. Because he really thought so.
"So just leave it with me, ok?" Xia Huanming's last "ok" rose slightly at the end.
Chen Xing knew that this was an order, not a discussion, so he stood up suddenly and solemnly entrusted it to Xia Huanming: "Then I'll give the notebook to you."
Xia Huanming said: "I won't tell anyone about what happened today, don't worry."
Chen Xing nodded heavily. Of course he believed Xia Huanming.
And even if Xia Huanming told others, he didn't think anything would happen.
Xia Huanming's shadow illuminated by the light was right at Chen Xing's feet. Chen Xing stepped over the shadow and walked back to his bed.
The two of them really acted as if nothing had happened. They took turns washing up, turning off the lights and lying on the bed.
Chen Xing opened his phone and found that his Weibo group friends were looking for him, so he replied.
He wanted to search for a TV series to watch, but he was afraid that he would dream about the scenes in the TV series halfway through watching it, just like last time, so he quietly quit the horror movies in his favorites, logged into B station, and started watching cartoons.
Chen Xing was afraid that his light was too strong, so he adjusted the brightness to the lowest setting. It was just past midnight when he finished watching.
But Chen Xing was not sleepy at all. He curled up in the quilt and clicked into the live broadcast room he followed.
The beautiful female anchor in a light yellow dress sat in front of a white wall with an electronic keyboard in front of her and a guitar from the same series as Chen Xing's on her right.
The title of the live broadcast room reads: [Cai Cai: Chatting, random microphone teaching]
There are a total of 50,000 people in the live broadcast room, and the number of people ready to connect to the microphone has reached more than 30.
Now a boy is singing "Under the Mount Fuji". After he finishes singing, he says: "Zi, how can I change this~"
The boy's bubbling voice made Chen Xing's scalp tingle, and he almost blocked his earphones.
The female anchor raised her eyebrows, her voice more mature than her face looked: "My advice is to speak properly first, and stop using that bubbly voice."
The boy suppressed some of the bubbles and continued his bass voice: "It tastes just right, it feels great, Cai Cai Zi, teach me a lesson again."
The screen is full of question marks.
Chen Xing sent a hundred flowers to the anchor and left a SC.
[@青枫theo commented: Caicai is so beautiful today ('(*owo`*)')]
As soon as the eye-catching message was posted, the number of comments suddenly increased.
[Xingbao is here!! What a dream linkage! 】
【Xing Ge, on the mic】
[It was worth it for woc to come today, I waited until the little pig came]
【Little Pig Ah Ah Kiss Kiss】
[True friends are the best, I’ve eaten them]
"Is Chen awake?" The female anchor picked up her phone and said, "Family, I'll get back to him."
Sure enough, a WeChat window popped up on Chen Xing's side.
[Princess]: I’m here, why do you want me to give you flowers?
【Chen Xing】：Flowers go with beauties (*OωO)
[Princess]: You want to go on the microphone?
[Chen Xing]: Not now
[Princess]: OK
[Chen Xing]: What about you? When will you come to play with me?
[Princess]: Maybe in a month?
【Chen Xing】：I may not be free
[Princess]: It’s okay, I will find you
【Chen Xing】：I am not at home
[Princess]: You will know when the time comes. Anyway, I will come to find you.
[Princess]: [wink expression]
In the live broadcast room, the female anchor spoke again: "Bad news, your brother Xing can't get on the microphone. Even worse news, he can't come during this period of time."
The boy with the bubbly voice said regretfully: "First of all, I'm not gay. I just want Brother Xing to teach me a few things. I'm really not gay. I never thought about getting close to Brother Xing."
Chen Xing saw that Xu Yuancai almost couldn't hold it in, but it was a pity that the live broadcast was very cool. If it was in private, she would have laughed out loud.
His friendship with Xu Yuancai is very deep.
Xu Yuancai was a guitarist in the same band as him in college. She used to be a composer for a big company, but now she has quit her job to become a host. She has filmed short videos with many celebrities and has twice as many fans as Chen Xing.
Xu Yuancai had helped him a lot, and many of the composing jobs were introduced by her. Chen Xing thought about paying Xu Yuancai, but was always evaded.
Chen Xing could only wait in her live broadcast room to transfer money like this. If the amount exceeded two hundred, Xu Yuancai would return it.
Chen Xing squatted there for a while to broadcast the live broadcast. His eyelids finally began to droop. He turned off his phone and fell into a deep sleep.
Chen Xing thought he was familiar with his bed, but he ended up sleeping soundly.
The sun penetrated the dark clouds, casting warm light through the gaps in the curtains, forming a golden line on the messy bed.
Chen Xing rubbed his eyelids and climbed up, then fell to the side like boneless mud, with his hands hanging on the ground.
After a few seconds, his hands were grabbed by someone and he was lifted up, with the blanket sliding down to his abdomen.
Chen Xing opened his thin eyelids illuminated by the light, and his vision gradually focused. He found that the person was Xia Huanming, who had already run two laps and even taken a shower.
Xia Huanming wore a black hat, a simple black short-sleeved shirt, and a towel hung on his shoulders, showing his strong arms without reservation.
Xia Huanming is actually not black, but Chen Xing is relatively white. The color difference makes it look like Xia Huanming has grabbed a piece of tofu.
Xia Huanming held the piece of tofu, remained motionless, and whispered, "Get up."
Chen Xing's mouth was dry, and it felt sticky when he spoke, which made him uncomfortable. His voice was also a little hoarse: "What time is it now?"
"Eight o'clock," Xia Huanming stared at the listless Chen Xing and pinched his wrist, "What time did you go to bed yesterday? I saw your quilt was still glowing at twelve o'clock."
"Um... I turned off my phone at 1:05," Chen Xing felt a little embarrassed, but when he thought about the time on the mission card, which was 9:30, he became confident again, "Aren't we supposed to meet at 9:30?"
"You're not going to have breakfast?" Xia Huanming let go of his hand and piled the clothes that Chen Xing had placed on the chair yesterday in front of Chen Xing, "Come downstairs for breakfast."
Xia Huanming left after he finished speaking, and kindly closed the door.
Chen Xing quickly put on the same clothes as yesterday, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and then brushed his teeth.
Chen Xing looked at himself in the mirror and saw that his double eyelids had turned into double eyelids. He applied a towel dipped in warm water on his eyelids. After feeling a little better, he did a set of eye exercises and the swelling showed signs of subsiding.
Chen Xing came out of the bedroom and met Zhao Xingyu.
Zhao Xingyu put his arm around Chen Xing's shoulders and yawned: "Were you also woken up by the captain?"
Chen Xing felt like he had muscular dystrophy when he walked up the stairs. He grabbed the handrail and said, "I was caught trying to take a nap. What about you?"
Zhao Xingyu said angrily: "He called me twice."
Chen Xing smiled: "Then you are worse off than me."
When the two of them went downstairs, the others were already eating at the table.
"Now that you're here, drink this soy milk! It's delicious!" Wang Baiyue, who was running with Xia Huanming, was very energetic. He had just washed his hair and there were still water droplets hanging on his short hair.
Chen Xing was so thirsty that he slurped down a bowl of soy milk, went to get another bowl, and then started to eat the fried noodles.
Chen Xingsu's noodles are a little different. Others use chopsticks to pick up noodles and move them up and down, but he moves his head up and down. He is the only one eating noodles at the table, and he also exercises his neck. In the end, everything goes into his mouth, so he thinks it makes no difference.
Chen Xing carried the clean and shiny bowl to Xia Huanming and turned on the faucet to rinse the dishes.
Xia Huanming stood upright with one hand in his pocket, sending messages on his mobile phone. As soon as he came over, Xia Huanming locked the screen.
Chen Xing was not curious about the content of the conversation. He wiped the water off his hands and was about to leave, but was stopped by Xia Huanming.
"Your eyes are less swollen now," Xia Huanming waited for the steam to dissipate a little, then took out a glass from the cabinet, "Would you like some water?"
Chen Xing licked his dry lips: "Can I have something cold?"
Before Chen Xing could finish his question, Xia Huanming had already poured hot water into the glass and threw in two slices of orange peel: "No, if I ask you to drink iced water, you will definitely add a lot of ice cubes in one go like you did last night."
Chen Xing glanced away guiltily.
The kitchen ceiling light was a soft beige color, and Xia Huanming was leaning against the cupboard.
He was too tall to sit directly on it without having to stand on tiptoe. Now he was just half-leaning with one hand on the table.
The shadow of the hat brim covered half of Xia Huanming's face. He slowed down his voice and said, "It's just in time to sober up. I'll see you finish your drink before you leave."
Chen Xing looked at the steaming glass and sighed.
Lu Qing is not here, but his shadow is everywhere.
"Why can Wang Baiyue drink iced drinks?" Chen Xing pointed at Wang Baiyue who was walking over. "He has already drunk two bottles."
Xia Huanming didn't even glance at it and handed the water to Chen Xing: "He is different. He has a good stomach. If you let him eat six popsicles on ice in an air-conditioned room and then let him drink three bottles of ice cola, he may not have a seizure."
Wang Baiyue, who had just closed the refrigerator and was holding an iced Coke in his hand, said: "......?"
Chen Xing looked at Wang Baiyue with admiration: "Brother Yue is so awesome."
"He is lying like the devil - he is trying to fool ghosts," Wang Baiyue used a Coke bottle to cool Chen Xing's face, "only you will believe it."
Chen Xing rubbed the skin that was pricked by the ice, and encouraged him earnestly: "How do you know you can't do it if you haven't practiced before? Brother Yue, you must have confidence in yourself."
Wang Baiyue: "...I have confidence in myself, but I don't have confidence in my stomach."
Xia Huanming lazily agreed: "When you have mastered it, I will help you sign up for that popular variety show, and I will pay the registration fee."
Wang Baiyue was curious: "What variety show?"
Xia Huanming: "Approaching Science."
Wang Baiyue: “…”
Wang Baiyue knew that Xia Huanming's mind worked quickly. He could come up with three tricks to trick you for every one you said, so he stopped the topic and shook the iced cola towards Chen Xing: "Forget it, I'm going to drink my ice water."
This made Chen Xing very envious, and he secretly glanced at Xia Huanming.
Before Chen Xing could open his mouth to plead, Xia Huanming knocked on the refrigerator door: "After you finish this drink, feel free to take any drink in the refrigerator."
Chen Xing took the cup of hot water, asked Zhao Xingyu to pour mineral water into it, and drank it in one breath in front of Xia Huanming.
"Mr. Chen has a good alcohol tolerance," Xia Huanming showed a businesslike smile and elegantly opened the refrigerator door, as if he were a waiter. "Mr. Chen, what would you like? Coffee, cola, or milk?"
"Jiu..."
"Except for wine."
Chen Xing hadn't even finished pronouncing his words when Xia Huanming decisively interrupted him.
Chen Xing muttered unhappily: "Then why did you say you can take whatever you want?"
Xia Huanming spread his hands: "I said you can take whatever you want, but I didn't say you can drink whatever you want."
Chen Xing: “…No?”
How can someone cheat his peers?
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