At 3:30 in the afternoon, the popular variety show "Hello Holiday" on S City TV ended the recording of the first half and entered the halftime break.
IUD boy band's agent Hu Biao smiled and nodded to greet the staff passing by, and quickly walked into the guest lounge.
In the lounge, the makeup artists and assistants were retouching the members' makeup and styling. Hu Biao saw that there was no one in the room, and his face immediately fell. He looked at Jie Yang, the only one in the corner who was not surrounded by assistants and makeup artists, and said in a low voice, "What were you doing just now? Non-violent non-cooperation? The host handed you a message and you didn't respond. You were asked to cooperate in the game but you sleepwalked the whole time and put on an expressionless dead face. What do you want to do? Are you rebelling?"
Captain Mo Bin hurriedly stood up to try to mediate: "Brother Biao, don't be angry. Yangyang is still young. You gave his chance to Alan yesterday. It's normal for him to be a little mad today."
It would have been better if Mo Bin didn't try to persuade Hu Biao, but after he did, Hu Biao got even angrier.
"Is that an opportunity? With his acting skills, asking him to audition would be a bad thing. I—"
There was a knock on the door of the lounge, and the staff came to invite the guests to the stage to record the second half of the show.
Hu Biao stopped talking, adjusted his expression, opened the door and said a few words to the staff, then closed the door again and said with suppressed temper: "Jie Yang stay, the others continue to record the program, I will ask Awen to come up and take Jie Yang to the hospital later. Remember, Jie Yang's face was dark all day because of a sudden emergency. He insisted on working despite the illness, understand?"
No one dared to offend Hu Biao, and they all responded to express their understanding, except Jie Yang, who remained silent.
Hu Biao was so angry that his chest hurt. He wanted to scold Jie Yang but was worried that the occasion was not right, so he simply decided to ignore it and left two assistants to keep an eye on Jie Yang while he left the lounge with the others.
Within two minutes, Awen rushed over and took Jie Yang to the hospital. After getting on the bus, Awen noticed that Yangyang kept turning his head to look out the window. She thought he was feeling aggrieved and advised him, "Yangyang, don't think too much. We are all from the same group. We are all brothers. This time, Brother Biao gave your chance to Ke Lan, and he will definitely make up for you somewhere else."
Xie Yang didn't say anything, but just leaned closer to the car window.
"Actually, Brother Biao is doing this for your own good. Your acting skills aren't that great, so you need to learn more and hone your skills. Ke Lan is a professional actor, so this time..."
Awen kept talking, but Xie Yang didn't listen to a word she said. He stared at the busy scene outside the window for a long time, then closed his eyes as if waking up from a dream.
Is this... an illusion? He should be dead...
The driver suddenly slowed down.
Awen stopped talking and asked, "What's wrong?"
"There seems to be a car accident ahead."
“Can you get around it?”
"I'll try."
The driver started to change lanes, and when passing the accident site, Awen looked over there.
A black car with a license plate number consisting of a series of 8s was parked diagonally on the side of the road, with the front of the car half dented. Opposite it was a white car with a license plate number ending in 566, the front of the car was also damaged.
"Huh? 566?" Awen signaled the driver to slow down, looked over there carefully, and was surprised, "Isn't this Mu Zhouyi's car?"
Xie Yang's ears caught the name Mu Zhouyi, which was not very popular but slightly familiar. He came to his senses, his heart skipped a beat for unknown reason, and he stood up and looked towards the scene of the car accident.
The crowd had almost surrounded the accident scene. In the distance, a slender figure in a backless fishtail dress ran out of a white car and ran towards the black car.
Mu Zhouyi, white fishtail skirt, car accident…isn’t this the beginning plot of the amateur entertainment novel he picked up in the temporary hiding house a few days ago? The heroine Mu Zhouyi collided with the hero Feng Qinglin's car on the way to an important dinner. The heroine was fine, but the hero was injured in the head and unconscious. The heroine insisted on taking him to the hospital in person, and in the process, she soiled the high-end white mermaid dress she borrowed, which led to a lot of trouble later...
"It seems to be Mu Zhouyi." Awen retracted her gaze, took out her cell phone and called Hu Biao.
The car turned a corner and the scene of the accident was completely out of sight.
Xie Yang withdrew his gaze, listened to the phone call between Awen and Hu Biao, and frowned.
What is going on?
He looked at his hands, which were too young and delicate. If what he saw was just an illusion before his death, it was too real.
Half an hour later, the car arrived at a private hospital.
Awen took Jie Yang out of the car and skillfully found a doctor to arrange a few routine examinations for Jie Yang. She then took a picture of Jie Yang undergoing the examination and sent the photo to Hu Biao.
"Later on, the company will have someone issue a few press releases about your emergency hospitalization. You should stay in the hospital for the next two days. Don't run around. I'll ask Lily to come and take care of you."
Xie Yang touched the needle hole on his arm left by the blood draw, his eyes fixed on the TV in the ward, and he said nothing.
Ah Wen looked back at the door of the ward and whispered, "Yangyang, don't be too picky. After all, you joined the group later. To put it bluntly, you are just a person who joined the group to enjoy the popularity of the seniors. From your current position, it is a blessing to suffer losses, understand?"
In Xie Yang's principle of doing things, the biggest lie is that suffering a loss is a blessing. He looked at Awen, pressed the needle hole on his arm with his fingers, and nodded.
Ah Wen thought he had listened to her, so she nodded with relief and then warned him, "Also, just pretend you didn't see Mu Zhouyi's car accident. She's a bit evil, so it's best to stay away from anything related to her. Do you understand?"
Evil nature?
Xie Yang paused and nodded again.
Awen was satisfied and went outside to call Lily.
Finally alone, Xie Yang relaxed his tense body a little. He found the TV remote control and turned up the volume.
"…Rongding Group Chairman Qiu Xing has been discharged from the hospital this morning. This is the third time he has fallen ill at work this year, and his condition may have worsened again. There are reports that Qiu Xing is considering handing over the management of Rongding and moving behind the scenes to recuperate…"
Qiu Xing, another name I have seen in novels.
He had a guess in his mind, so he turned off the TV, searched his body, and found an old Apple phone.
The magnetic field was chaotic in the end times and communications failed. Xie Yang hadn't touched his mobile phone for many years and had forgotten many of its operating methods. He used his fingerprint to unlock his phone somewhat clumsily, then found the Weibo app and opened it.
An account named "小号1111" logged in automatically, with 0 followers, 1 following, and 0 posts. The 1 was too eye-catching. Xie Yang frowned and clicked it. The page switched and the words "Mu Zhouyi" appeared on the interface.
“…”
That's good, so he doesn't have to search.
He went into Mu Zhouyi's Weibo and quickly read through all of Mu Zhouyi's past posts. After seeing the names of several characters from the novel appear, he locked his phone and threw it aside.
Before the end of the world, Xie Yang had read several popular online novels, so he was familiar with the theme of traveling through a book. Judging from the current situation, he is most likely exposed. Regardless of whether it is scientific or not, it is undoubtedly a good thing to be able to travel from the terrible apocalypse to the safe world of books after death.
But if you're wearing it for a cannon fodder character in a book who's doomed to die, it wouldn't be very pretty.
Survival in the end times is difficult. The reason why Xie Yang took the time to finish reading a novel he picked up at random when he was in a bad situation in all aspects was because there was a cannon fodder in the book whose name was exactly the same as his.
The cannon fodder is very young, having just turned 20 when she appeared. She was sold by her father to the terminally ill villain Qiu Xing to cheer him up. Her main role is to use her cowardice and fear of the villain to set off the heroine's tenacity and her concern and consideration for the villain, to sow discord between the villain and the heroine, to promote the emotional development of the villain and the heroine, to contribute to the villain's and the hero's career of competing for the heroine, and to become a breakthrough for the hero to seize the villain's company.
Such a cannon fodder will definitely not have a good ending.
At the end of the novel, the villain died of illness, and everything in his hands was taken away by the hero. As a hero who helped the hero seize power successfully, the cannon fodder did not get the relief he expected, but was instead hit to death by a hired killer. He was only 23 years old when he died. The worst thing is that the author never revealed who was the mastermind behind hiring someone to kill the cannon fodder until the very end.
Xie Yang picked up the phone that he had thrown aside, turned on the camera, and looked at the face on the screen that was 80% similar to his original appearance and was obviously young. He spoke for the first time since he came here.
"Are you the cannon fodder 'Jie Yang'? Or just another person with the same name?"
Ah Wen just pushed the door open and asked, "Yang Yang, what did you say?"
Jie Yang locked his phone and shook his head.
"If that's ok, I'll be leaving first. The show at the TV station is almost finished, and I have to go pick them up. Lily will be here soon and will bring you dinner, so don't run around."
Xie Yang nodded.
Awen left with the driver. Jie Yang walked to the window and watched their car drive away from the hospital. He turned around, picked up the backpack that belonged to the original owner on the bed, and walked straight out of the ward.
It was the evening rush hour, and the streets were crowded with people leaving get off work and school. Xie Yang put on the hood of his coat, put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly along the street. When passing by a kindergarten, an old lady who was picking up her child accidentally bumped into him. Xie Yang instinctively tensed his body and dodged to the side, using his five fingers to form claws and mobilizing his special powers to fight back.
After changing the body, the supernatural core naturally disappeared. His palm missed the target, he paused for a moment, then slowly clenched his hand into a fist.
"Big brother, why don't you leave? Are you hungry and have no strength?"
His clothes were pulled, and Xie Yang's body stiffened. He lowered his head and met the gaze of a little girl who was looking up at him. The little girl was no more than four years old. She was wearing a red skirt and was chubby and very cute.
Seeing that Jieyang didn't say anything, the little girl loosened her hand, lowered her head and took out a cartoon-wrapped cookie from her pocket, and handed it to him on tiptoe: "This is for you, brother, go home soon, Niuniu needs to go home too."
Xie Yang was a little stunned.
"elder brother?"
Xie Yang came back to his senses, moved his stiff body, loosened his tightly clenched hands in his pockets, slowly pulled them out, bent down and placed his hands under the girl's palms.
The chubby fleshy hand loosened and the biscuit fell into Jie Yang's palm. The little girl smiled and waved at him: "Goodbye, brother." Then she ran back to a man who was buying things at a roadside stall and held the man's hanging hand.
The palms of Xie Yang's hands were itchy from being pricked by the biscuit bag. He clenched his hands, and his numb sense of smell seemed to be activated instantly. He smelled the myriad of diverse smells coming from this world. They seemed to be saying: Welcome to the peaceful and prosperous age.
My stomach growled.
He put his hands back into his pockets, stood up and took a deep breath of the urban atmosphere floating in the air.
I'm so hungry.
The phone in his backpack kept ringing, but he ignored it and walked back into the crowd, following the nearest smell and entering a noodle shop.
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