Chapter 93 I am your fan
When I went in, I found that more than a dozen friends had added messages.
"Lin Chenyu applied to add you as a friend."
If you scroll down, you will see this person named Lin Chenyu.
That psychopath who asks for an autograph as soon as he opens his mouth.
Xu Sichen refused to add it without thinking.
I casually clicked into the owner group and found that the latest message was at around 1:00 last night. The message read: "Does anyone have extra quilts? Can you lend them to us for a few days?"
And then there was no further news.
At this time, no one should rely on others. If you want to survive, you have to rely on yourself.
As disasters strike again and again, all survivors will understand this truth from the long struggle between life and death.
After Xu Sichen finished eating and cleaned up the mess, he looked at the temperature display outside again.
It dropped several degrees again.
Twenty-nine below zero, approaching the thirty mark.
She came to the bed, opened the window, stretched out her hand slightly and felt it.
As soon as I exposed my fingertips a little, I felt a stinging pain as if they were pricked by needles. Within a few seconds, my whole hand was frozen and unbearable.
It was as if there were sharp blades made of ice, scraping the skin down again and again.
Xu Sichen continued to leave a gap in the window, allowing the cold wind to blow in slowly, and at the same time extinguished the coal stove.
Leave the windows open to keep the air circulating and allow her to acclimate to the ambient temperature.
It is impossible to become stronger if you live in a greenhouse environment for a long time.
Before the indoor temperature dropped, Xu Sichen quickly changed into an extreme cold suit, a 3M cold-proof cotton coat, specially designed for extreme cold work outdoors in temperatures of minus thirty or forty degrees Celsius in the Arctic and Antarctic. It is waterproof, wear-resistant, warm and cold-proof.
The temperature now is just right.
He put on a pair of polar snow boots, extinguished the coal stove, opened the door and walked out.
As soon as I opened the door, I could faintly hear intermittent crying and shouting from downstairs.
It's just that the sound is not very clear because of the distance between the floors.
But Xu Sichen guessed that it must be an elderly person in a family who might be dying.
Winter is the most difficult time for the elderly.
Not to mention this insane and sudden drop in extreme cold.
If the temperature alarm she installed in the corridor of her house had not been loud enough, more people might have died in their sleep last night.
She first went into the greenhouse next door, took a look at her vegetable greenhouse, confirmed that the vegetables were still growing well, watered them, and left.
As I went down the stairs, the crying became more and more obvious.
"grandmother--"
"dad--"
It only took a while for the crying to go from whimpering to crying loudly.
"Brother, Brother Chenyu, I'm Fang Xiaoya from 701 downstairs. Woohoo, my grandpa is sick. Can you return the self-heating hot pot I gave you? Please..."
Xu Sichen came down from the ninth floor, turned a corner and walked down a few steps, and saw a little girl wrapped up like a ball knocking hard on the door of 801.
After a while, the door opened. A man with glasses and wrapped in cotton opened the door and said to the girl with a stern look on his face, "Knock, knock, knock! What are you knocking for? It's so noisy!"
Fang Xiaoya wiped her tears and sobbed, "Teacher Yan, I'm Fang Xiaoya, a fan of Brother. I gave Brother three boxes of self-heating hot pot last night. Do you remember?"
Yan Zhengqing said sternly, "Who is Fang Xiaoya? I don't know her. Leave now, or don't blame me for being rude."
Fang Xiaoya pulled out a photo from her bosom and cried, "Teacher Yan, look, this is the signed photo my brother gave me last night. In this photo, I am holding the self-heating hot pot. Teacher Yan, I, I want to return a box. My grandfather is sick and needs something hot to drink. I have no choice but to come here, please."
Yan Zhengqing naturally remembered what happened and the people who happened last night.
They sent a message for help and a video of Lin Chenyu pretending to be sick in the owners' group.
As expected, there were quite a few fans of Lin Chenyu in this community, and they all came to visit the patient with supplies.
Fang Xiaoya lived upstairs and was the first one to come up.
At that time, he held her hand and chatted with her for a while.
I didn’t expect it was a fake fan. It’s been less than a day and he came to ask for his things back.
It is impossible for them to vomit out what has entered their stomachs.
"Oh, you're Fang Xiaoya. I remember you said you've liked Brother for three years and are his most loyal fan." Yan Zhengqing taunted, "When Chen Yu was having his worst time, you actually came up to him and asked for something. Are you sure that's what a loyal fan like you would do? If the fans in the group knew what you did, what would they think of you? Did you forget to say that you would take good care of your brother Chen Yu?"
Fang Xiaoya's face turned pale, and she retreated step by step when asked, unable to utter a word.
Seeing her like this, Yan Zhengqing sneered: "Okay, don't be sad."
Just as he was about to close the door, Fang Xiaoya's hand reached out and clamped it.
Yan Zhengqing was furious: "Are you done yet? You extended this hand yourself. It has nothing to do with me."
He had to make it clear in advance to avoid her parents coming to ask for an explanation.
Now they are trapped here, completely isolated and helpless.
Fang Xiaoya pleaded, "I, I don't blame you, but my grandpa really needs to eat something hot. Please return the self-heating hot pot to me, otherwise I will consider it as a loan. I will definitely return it to you later."
"I'll say it one last time, no!" Yan Zhengqing pushed everyone aside and was about to turn around to close the door when he saw Xu Sichen coming down from above.
Especially after seeing her tight clothes, he immediately put Fang Xiaoya behind his mind and greeted her with a smile: "Miss Xu, we meet again."
Xu Sichen smiled and said, "You are Lin Chenyu's agent. Sorry, I was in a hurry last time and didn't recognize you."
When Yan Zhengqing heard this, his heart suddenly moved, and he looked at Xu Sichen more eagerly.
But he quickly suppressed his excitement, regained some of his former managerial aura, and said with a smile, "Oh, so, Miss Xu is also a fan of our Chen Yu?"
Just be a fan, just be a fan!
When Yan Zhengqing thought of having such wealthy fans with houses full of supplies, he seemed to see the beautiful days when he would be able to escape from the sea of suffering.
If there had only been heavy rain and floods before, they might still firmly believe that everything was only temporary and that everything would be fine once the water receded.
But with the big drop in temperature last night, they also started to get scared. With such low temperatures, without food and warm clothes, they would definitely die.
Seeing Xu Sichen now is like seeing hope, how can he not be excited!
After all, how can a fan bear to see his idol in trouble?
"Fan?" Xu Sichen glanced at Fang Xiaoya, who was sitting on the ground with a dazed look on her face, and smiled. "Well, I am indeed a fan of Lin Chenyu. After all, he is so outstanding, so sincere, and he loves his fans. How can you not be a fan of such an idol?"
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