After riding the No. 3 car this time today, he never wants to ride it again. It’s not like riding in a car, it’s like being on a racetrack.
He was playing with his life like a fool. No. 03 almost thought he saw the Naihe Bridge again.
I almost thought I was going to fly up in my boss's car for no reason, but I was scared half to death.
It took No. 03 a long time to recover. He tried hard to endure his discomfort because the feeling of vomiting was too strong.
Su Ci seemed to have noticed something was wrong with her expression: "It's useless, you can vomit even this."
After all, he has received professional training. It’s nothing. He just drove a little faster and made more turns.
Zero Three unbuckled his seatbelt, or got out of the car with his weak legs, leaning against the car door silently and complaining quietly.
"It's nothing, of course it's nothing. It was a long and winding road. God knows what I went through."
After this lesson, I will never dare to ride in my boss’ car again.
Is that terrifying? It is extremely terrifying.
"Stop mumbling, you're going to be late." Su Ci put on a mask as he walked.
Not everyone can enter this venue, and Su Ci is still wondering how to get in.
The people coming here are all mysterious characters, so there is no need to arrive early and rehearse the opening or anything like that, so it’s simple, just arrive when the time comes.
Su Ci had previously given the invitation letter to No. 03. After all, there was only one. Su Ci no longer had it, so he had to find a way to sneak in.
"Take the invitation letter and go in first and put on your headphones. I'll be there soon." Su Ci said, handing her another Bluetooth headset.
This is to ensure that we can keep in touch at any time, for fear that this person will say something nonsense on the stage.
No. 03 took it and put it on, then walked forward with a puzzled look on his face.
Su Ci turned a corner and went into the bathroom next to him. Now he was praying for good luck, hoping that some reporters would come to use the toilet.
Su Ci waited outside the door for quite a long time, but he didn't catch the woman, but he caught a man.
Su Ci thought about it and realized it was too late, so he just took action.
A man saw a girl in the mirror, wearing black sunglasses, a black mask, and black clothes.
Feeling like they were here to fight, the reporter's first reaction was to shout and then run away.
"What are you looking at?" Su Ci said calmly, and then he slapped him on the neck, knocking him unconscious.
Su Ci took his camera and work ID and walked straight to the gate.
The security guard at the door seemed to think Su Ci was so handsome. He didn't expect that there were still reporters dressed like this these days.
But then he looked at the work ID hanging around his neck. Reporters all had paper invitation letters, so Su Ci took it out.
Su Ci just glanced around in front of him, and the security guard did not stop her or take the invitation letter from her hand.
He only looked at it for two seconds, without even seeing the invitation letter in Su Ci's hand clearly, nor did he confirm the information.
The next person was about to enter, and there was no time to stop her, so I simply didn't try to stop her. I just prayed that person wasn't a bad person.
Su Ci entered the venue perfectly. There were many people there. Su Ci looked at his work badge and found his seat.
He tore his name off the stool, put the camera aside, crossed his legs and looked ahead.
No. 03 was sitting in the front row, and he felt a lot more at ease when he saw Su Ci walk in.
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