She's a big star, no wonder she looks so good...
With Zhou Yitang's young and naive brain, he couldn't figure out what the misunderstanding between the two of them was.
In comparison, she was more concerned that Teacher Wen and her idol were both voice actors and had overlapping work. If what happened tonight were to reach her idol's ears, it would be extremely embarrassing and socially disastrous.
"He didn't let you contact your family, right?" Wen Zichuan saw that she was hesitant and didn't say anything, so he gave her another suggestion, "How about this, you call the police and tell them where you are. When the police come and take him away, I'll take you home."
The two words "call the police" and "police" seemed to have touched a strange switch. When Zhou Yitang heard them, his expression immediately changed.
The chicken coop man suddenly burst into laughter. "Big star, please stop making things difficult for her. To her, 'calling the police' and 'contacting her family' are the same thing, aren't they?"
"Hey, Teacher Wen, please let him go." Zhou Yitang thought of her torn sleeves and the dust marks on her face that she hadn't had time to wash off. She couldn't even raise her head in front of the handsome Teacher Wen. "My mom is a police officer. If she calls the police, she'll definitely know I went to the National Exhibition and Convention Center to see a performance tonight. That wouldn't be good, right?"
So that's what's happening.
The little girl was about to take the high school entrance exam, and she was probably hiding it from her parents to chase celebrities and watch performances. If she hadn't been injured, it would have been fine, but now that she'd sprained her ankle, there was no telling what kind of story her parents would have to tell her.
Wen Zichuan let go of the chicken coop man. It was indeed wrong for this man to imagine that he was in a relationship with an underage girl, but he also thought of him as a criminal who seduced the little girl. After all, they were even.
"Who is this person?"
"He's my neighbor, we rent together..."
"Sharing a room?"
Wen Zichuan had just reached out to pull the man in the mess who was unable to get up, but when he heard these two words, he immediately let go and let him fall back with a "bang".
This time, it was his head that fell.
The chicken coop man didn't want to get up anymore, so he just lay there pretending to be dead.
"To be precise, I'm with my mom." Zhou Yitang bit his lip, brewing his words. "It's like this. The house he rented is quite big and close to my school. If I share the house with him, it will be more convenient for me to go to and from school. My mom will also come to accompany me, but she has to take care of my grandma, so she has to run back and forth."
"Oh, right, didn't you go to the Second Hospital with your mother to accompany your grandma tonight?" The chicken coop man turned a blind eye, meaning that if Zhou Yitang was willing to bribe him, he could help keep the secret.
Wen Zichuan understood, but his stomach hurt even more.
Tonight's events were absurd, but not incomprehensible. It wasn't that he didn't want to help them, to see them through to the end, but the two of them singing the same tune, with such perfect tacit understanding, made him seem particularly redundant.
He glanced at Zhou Yitang's swollen ankle, which was wrapped like a dumpling. "How are you going back? Do you want me to..."
Zhou Yitang waved his hands repeatedly: "I'm sorry, Teacher Wen, for taking up so much of your time." He pointed at the chicken coop man and said, "I called him over so that he could take me home."
"Okay, then I'll go." Wen Zichuan withdrew his gaze and pressed his abdomen hard. He had to go back and take medicine.
The big stars had all left the stage, and the chicken coop man stopped pretending. He sat up with a somersault, squatted in front of Zhou Yitang, pointed at his back, and signaled a lame man to climb up.
"Auntie, you are so heavy!"
"Who told you not to exercise? You weakling!"
He stood up with difficulty, his ankles swaying left and right, and as soon as he raised his head, he fell on someone's thigh.
Wen Zichuan came back, still frowning, half-knelt down and looked at him and said, "Can I add WeChat?"
Perhaps it was because Zhou Yitang was a little heavy, the chicken coop man blushed and replied softly: "Huh?"
"...When you get home, report that you are safe."
"oh……"
Wen Zichuan sighed silently. What a coincidence in the world made him bump into everything in one night - he and the chicken coop man had the same model of mobile phone.
He added WeChat and clicked on the other person's profile picture. He found it was a cute Shiba Inu with a silly smile. Wen Zichuan didn't know what to comment, so he kept it simple and filled in "he".
"I'm leaving," he said.
"Okay, big star." said the chicken coop man.
"He's not a big star." Wen Zichuan denied it, but felt that it was meaningless, so he quickly left the hospital.
The man in the chicken coop was carrying Zhou Yitang on his back, and he couldn't move faster. He moved forward resignedly, and his calves trembled after walking down a few steps.
"Zhou Yitang, you did a great job keeping it a secret. You didn't even tell me?"
"Why should I tell you? You have no interest in these things."
"Who said I'm not interested? Besides, interests can be cultivated."
"Then you have to be more careful. I'm afraid you might be face-blind and recognize the wrong person, and end up getting beaten and making a fool of yourself."
Damn! The sparrow hunter who has been catching sparrows for years was pecked in the eye by a sparrow. Look at this lawless female human cub, what is she saying?
Honestly, he wasn't completely clueless about voice actors. Who hadn't watched a few anime and dubbed films when they were young? And when Zhou Yitang called her friends, she kept mentioning "Teacher An" and "Teacher Zheng." He'd heard it so often that he'd learned the ropes.
"The star you're chasing tonight isn't Teacher Wen, right?"
"Of course not! You know I like Teacher An."
"Yes, An... An what is it?"
"Anjie."
When this name was mentioned, Zhou Yitang suddenly became quiet, and even his sniffing made a sound of water.
The performance was over, but she couldn't forget it. She couldn't forget the moment when Teacher An came on stage. The audience was cheering, as if everyone was shouting and offering their most sincere and warm love.
She and her like-minded people came from all corners of the world and gathered together because of their common idol. They held up light boards, banners and glow sticks, waving and jumping, weaving a brilliant blue galaxy in the dark night.
And she is just the most inconspicuous little star in the galaxy.
"Hey, hey, hey, why are you crying again?"
"Wow... How could there be people like that in the world? They say they like Teacher An, but they don't respect him at all... So many of them surrounded Teacher An's car, banging on the windows so hard. The people inside must have been so worried and scared..."
"Think about it another way. This proves that he's popular and well-liked."
"That's what I said, but I also think he must be under a lot of pressure."
It's really like eating the radish and worrying about it.
He's a top star, earning a million or eight hundred thousand a month, with people waiting on him wherever he goes. My aunt sympathizes with him because he's under a lot of pressure, but why can't she sympathize with herself who works like a slave for him?
"Hey, your teacher Wen, how is he?"
"Teacher Wen? He's not very famous. I haven't heard of anything he's dubbed."
"No way, he's quite handsome."
"What's the point of being handsome? What matters to a voice actor is his professional skills."
"How can you say that? Look at this lame kid. If it were Teacher An, would he be able to personally send you back?"
"You're trying to change the subject, aren't you? Teacher Wen isn't as good as Teacher An, but I also don't deny that he's kind-hearted and a good person."
That’s right, the girl is young and she’s quite clear-headed.
As he spoke, he carried her out of the hospital. The slightly cool wind blew away some of his sleepiness. Perhaps he was the only one who was confused. After all, that reckless feeling of throbbing had not appeared for a long time.
The street was deserted and it took a while before a car passed by.
The flesh on his shoulder socket was suddenly pinched hard, and he shivered at the pain.
"Hey! You used your shoulder as a brake for me, didn't you?"
"Cheng Sizhou, look over there! Look over there!"
"Don't move! I said don't move!"
"It's Teacher Wen! Why is Teacher Wen squatting on the side of the road?!"
Cheng Sizhou really doesn't have the ability to carry one on his back and hug the other.
He put Zhou Yitang down and let her lean against the lamppost, then ran to the curb and helped Wen Zichuan up.
"Teacher... Teacher Wen! Teacher Wen!"
In the light of the street lamp, he saw that the man had pulled the fabric of his clothes around his abdomen into folds, tiny beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and his face and lips were whiter than a wall that had just been painted with latex paint.
There is a hospital behind it. If you feel unwell, why don’t you go to the doctor?!
"Let's go! Go register!"
The two men were of similar height, making it difficult to carry him, so Cheng Sizhou could only roll up his sleeves and carry him.
Wen Zichuan gritted his teeth and refused, "No..."
"Why? Even a three-year-old child knows that if you are sick, you should see a doctor. Why are you so reserved?" Cheng Sizhou was so concerned that he spoke more harshly when he didn't leave any myths.
Wen Zichuan took a breath. Since he was being called reserved, he might as well remain reserved to the end: "Don't touch me."
"Okay, okay, I won't touch you." Cheng Sizhou squatted down with him and smoothed his hair, which looked like a chicken coop. "I am a kind-hearted person. I can't bear to see you die in pain here. Just tell me what you want."
"Go home." Wen Zichuan said with difficulty, "There are medicines at home."
"Okay, give me your phone and I'll call you a taxi." Cheng Sizhou knew he didn't like physical contact, so he put two fingers together and took the phone out of his pocket. "Where do you live?"
"Limin Road."
"profit……"
If he hadn't been taught to be civilized and polite since childhood, he really wanted to scold this stubborn donkey.
Where is Limin Road? If there's no traffic, it'll take 40 minutes to get there from the National Exhibition Center. He took Zhou Yitang to the hospital and then back, which would take at least an hour and a half.
After an hour and a half of pain, is he still alive?
"Is your cell phone broken or out of battery?" Cheng Sizhou fiddled with it for a few times but couldn't get it to light up.
It's the same model, with the same operation and buttons. It couldn't be that he tried to steal the phone and broke it.
Wen Zichuan didn't say anything else. When he came out, he wanted to take a taxi, but found that his cell phone was not turned on. He waited for ten minutes but no taxi came.
"After using it for a day, the battery ran out," he said.
"Then I have a suggestion," Cheng Sizhou raised his hand. "The house we rented isn't far from here, only about seven or eight minutes' walk. I'll take a taxi, and you can go back with us first to charge your phone. It'll be convenient at home for food, water, and medicine."
For now, it seems that this is the only way.
Wen Zichuan looked at the man in front of him. It was obviously not him who sprained his ankle, nor was it him who had a stomachache, but he was nervous all over. His fingers were shaking slightly when he was typing information on the screen.
He tried his phone again, but there was still no response. He had already prepared himself to spend the night on the side of the road. Although it was frustrating not being able to get a taxi, it would cost at least a hundred yuan to take a taxi back. It would be better to wait until dawn and take the subway or bus.
A few minutes later, the online taxi arrived.
Cheng Sizhou first protected Zhou Yitang's injured foot and stuffed her into the passenger seat, then helped Wen Zichuan and sat in the back seat together.
As soon as the car started, Wen Zichuan felt like he was shaking all over. The inexplicable dizziness made him feel very nauseous. He rolled down the car window to get some fresh air, but the cool breeze made him break out in a cold sweat.
Cheng Sizhou saw that he was in pain and wanted to pat him on the back, but he didn't dare to reach out rashly. He could only say over and over again: "We are almost there, just around the corner."
The distance is indeed not far, but I feel a little guilty about waking up the security guard in the middle of the night to open the door.
"Thank you, uncle!" Cheng Sizhou waved outside.
"What are you thanking me for? No thanks, no thanks," the uncle said, noting that he looked familiar. "You're the bachelor in Building 3, right? Some kind-hearted ladies in the neighborhood want to introduce you to a blind date, hehe."
What bachelor, what blind date?!
Zhou Yitang and Wen Zichuan looked over at the same time, and Cheng Sizhou almost bit his tongue.
In fact, he was also to blame. On the way back from Shujiashan that afternoon, I chatted with the taxi driver. He said he wasn't interested in women. The driver thought he'd been hurt in love, so, with the intention of comforting him, he shouted at him after he got out of the car, "A man as good as you can't stay single forever! Keep going!"
If one person tells ten people, ten people tell a hundred people, it's over.
Wen Zichuan's face was hidden in the shadows. Cheng Sizhou unconsciously followed his gaze. He seemed to notice his pursuing gaze, his chin sank slightly, and he said, "Then I wish you can find your partner soon."
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