Chapter 13
"Xia Lanzheng, I'm already pressed against the car door. Move your sheep away from me."
"But there's no room left, and besides, it doesn't take up any space..."
"Oh, it stepped on my foot."
Bao Bao bleated, interrupting the quarrel between Xia Lanzheng and Chu Linchuan.
The car was in complete chaos. Shopping bags were piled at my feet, and Chu Linchuan and Chu Linyu were sitting on either side of the back seat.
Xia Lanzheng was sandwiched between the two men, her body so wet that water seemed to be dripping out.
The sheep wearing a shirt lay on his lap, and the sheep's cry was mixed with Chu Linyu's suppressed laughter, which turned into a few deliberate coughs.
A white forearm swung in front of him. Chu Linchuan pulled Xia Lanzheng away and said, "What on earth are you thinking? Wool is waterproof. Why are you taking off your clothes to give it to you?"
Don’t mention it, Xia Lanzheng really didn’t think of this.
Chu Linchuan threw a silk scarf to him, as if wanting him to wipe his hair.
At this time, Chu Linyu took out a scarf from the shopping bag: "Zheng Zheng, use this one, that one doesn't absorb water."
"Oh? Thank you."
Of course Xia Lanzheng knew how expensive this scarf was. There was no point in taking it, so she reached out and tied up her wet hair.
The cuffs are loose and slide down to the shoulders, revealing slight marks of fitness on the arms, not too much but just right.
Xia Lanzheng saw her own shadow through the window and inadvertently noticed Chu Linchuan's gaze. When she looked closely, Chu Linchuan was just staring out the window in a daze.
The weather forecast in the melodramatic article was actually inaccurate. Twenty minutes passed and there was no sign of the rain stopping.
Xia Lanzheng sneezed several times and stopped the familiar car when she couldn't stand it anymore.
Chu Linchuan doesn’t feel annoyed, right?
When I got home, the rain finally stopped, the dark clouds dispersed quickly, and the sun came out again.
Chu Linyu saw the bicycle in the corner and raised his left eyebrow: "I'm so touched that you actually bought it for me."
As he spoke, he stepped forward and pushed the car out of the garage. Chu Linchuan tried to stop him, but failed, and hesitated to speak.
Then his gaze drifted to Xia Lanzheng's face, and the two of them remained silent until -
Chu Linyu noticed something was wrong: "What's wrong? It's not for me."
"Yes," Chu Linchuan said, "and no."
Chu Linyu: "What nonsense are you talking about? Is that right or wrong?"
Xia Lanzheng gritted her teeth and bowed her head to admit her mistake: "I tried to fix it, but the blue paint is difficult to adjust, and there is a slight color difference."
He pointed to the spot where the paint was peeling: "Right here."
Chu Linchuan and Chu Linyu lowered their heads and spoke at the same time.
“So ugly.”
"nice!"
Xia Lanzheng: ...
Chu Linyu used his eyes to warn Chu Linchuan to shut up, then squatted down and stroked the thick paint, pretending to be casual and said, "This little mushroom is painted quite cute, but what's the black thing on it? A poisonous mushroom?"
"...Brother," Xia Lanzheng said, "that's the team's mascot. The black one has small eyes."
A pointed blue triangle with a smiling face and small eyes.
Created by Xia Lanzheng, with instructor Zhang Cheng.
Yes, it's a baby jellyfish.
"Oh my..." Chu Linyu clapped his hands exaggeratedly, "Jellyfish, jellyfish are great."
Chu Linchuan, who was standing aside, laughed out loud. He thought it was a spotted guitar pick.
Xia Lanzheng elevated his work: "Brother, blue symbolizes melancholy, and jellyfish represents freedom. I hope you will always have the courage to pursue happiness and freedom."
Xia Lanzheng learned this saying when she was traveling to an ancient town.
The bookstore owner had a beard and wore a beret. This sentence was written on the menu he handed to Xia Lanzheng.
The prices of the special coffees below are clearly marked: "Elixir of Happiness" is 35, and "River of Freedom" is 40.
The boss spoke in a smoky voice: "One seat per person, minimum consumption 30."
"Thank you, I'll just take a look." Then Xia Lanzheng went to the commercial street and bought two starch sausages.
From then on, every time he wanted to say something inspiring, these words would pop out of his mouth.
He embarrassed himself, threw down a sentence saying he was going to take a shower, and hurried back to his room. Someone was laughing behind him, but he couldn't tell who it was.
Xia Lanzheng squeezed a pump of hand soap and washed her hands before removing her hair tie. Standing in front of the mirror, she looked inside and saw a biscuit crumb stuck to the corner of her mouth.
He was squatting on the side of the road eating biscuits. He saw Chu Linchuan's car from a distance, but he was too anxious to pay attention to it.
Why didn’t Chu Linchuan remind him at this time!
Xia Lanzheng Cao Cao took a shower. Long hair was too troublesome, and the naturally curly hair always got tangled. He turned off the hair dryer halfway through.
Someone is knocking on the door.
"who?"
"I."
Xia Lanzheng really wanted to complain, "Who are you?", but when she recognized that it was Chu Linchuan's voice, she didn't dare to.
He opened the door without saying a word, waiting for the other party to speak first.
Chu Linchuan leaned against the door and looked at his phone for a few seconds before saying, "You still owe me a favor, remember."
"Oh," Xia Lanzheng said reluctantly, "I remember."
"Tomorrow is the centennial celebration of the Film Academy. Come with me."
Xia Lanzheng untied a knot in her hair: "Why? I'm not a student of the Film Academy."
Chu Linchuan said calmly: "I'll take you to be Xingpai's mascot."
"What mascot..."
Xia Lanzheng paused after talking.
Star surge?
And so on and so forth.
It's not just the hair that's tangled, it's the brain that's also confused.
Xia Lanzheng shook her head, as if she could hear the sound of water tinkling inside. "Then what are you going to do?"
Chu Linchuan raised his lips happily: "Xia Lanzheng, I'm your boss, what do you think I should do?"
Xia Lanzheng frowned: "What boss, you..."
Chu Linchuan looked at him as if he were a fool, but he didn't push him, and he could even be said to be enjoying it.
Xia Lanzheng's fair face was wrinkled, her eyes moved slowly, and she uttered a subtle interjection similar to "ah".
Does he know that all his emotions are written on his face? He looks really stupid.
Chu Linchuan knew that Xia Lanzheng hated him, and he also remembered how he had righteously told her not to reveal their relationship in the company.
He thought, how could their relationship be so shady? Later, Cheng Lan let it slip, and he realized that the two of them had made a silly bet, which was really childish.
Chu Linchuan was not what he wanted. It was quite fun to tease a fool.
A minute later, Xia Lanzheng turned back to her room, brought something over, and said angrily, "This is for you. Farewell."
He quickly closed the door. Chu Linchuan stood outside the door holding something cold and looked down.
A mug with a picture of a pig wearing glasses.
*
School anniversary is an indispensable plot in melodramatic writing.
The plot is roughly like this: Song Xinghuai, a student at the Film Academy, meets an outstanding graduate Cheng Lan by chance.
Cheng Lan was surrounded by fans and lost his bodyguard, and met Song Xinghuai who appeared next to him for some unknown reason.
So Cheng Lan caught Song Xinghuai, and they ran away while he chased them. Thus, a suspension bridge effect was created between the protagonists.
Xia Lanzheng wore a mask today, which just covered up the sour expression on her face when she was recalling the plot.
Putting aside other things, if the protagonist wants to run away, he can just run away. Why would he randomly capture passers-by to join him?
Cheng Lan's silver hair and dark skin looked like a wig floating in the air as he ran in the dark night.
Do you still think you are not conspicuous enough?
Xia Lanzheng secretly vowed to stay away from this crazy drama today. If he were to watch the show, he would roll his eyes at Cheng Lan.
"Xia Lanzheng, you don't need to wear a mask. No one will recognize you."
The man's voice beside me was soft, with a rising tone at the end, and he seemed to be in a good mood.
Xia Lanzheng came back to her senses and saw Chu Linchuan wearing a white shirt and a black suit vest, with his coat draped over his right hand.
"I know, I just have a cold." Xia Lanzheng's voice was gloomy in comparison. "I obviously took cold medicine in advance..."
After receiving such a sincere answer, Chu Linchuan didn't know what to say.
Xia Lanzheng buried her face in her mask, her chin tucked in. He seemed to enjoy this posture, appearing timid and wary.
They didn't speak again until they got off the car and headed to the venue. However, after walking for a while, they both realized something was wrong.
Xia Lanzheng's throat was sore and it was difficult for her to speak, so she said simply, "Are you famous?"
At first it sounded sarcastic, but Chu Linchuan knew what he meant: "It seems he's not looking at me."
Xia Lanzheng turned around and wanted to ask Chu Linchuan's assistant, but the assistant waved his hands repeatedly: "Young Master, you are not looking at me."
The surrounding gazes continued until they sat down. Xia Lanzheng even saw students taking secret photos from the side and back.
"Ah? Could it be that I'm really famous?"
Chu Linchuan laughed inexplicably and straightened the coat on his arm.
Xia Lanzheng still felt that something was wrong. He knew too well the nature of melodramatic writings. If nothing unexpected happened, there would be no accident.
He covered his face more tightly with the mask and used Chu Linchuan's body to block the camera: "Brother, don't move, let me check my phone."
Chu Linchuan had no intention of moving, but when he heard the name, he lowered his head and glanced.
Xia Lanzheng took out her cell phone, searched for a while, and then smoothly entered the student forum of the Film Academy.
He knew that this novel would inevitably include forum elements. As soon as he entered, he saw the names of Song Xinghuai and Cheng Lan floating on the homepage.
【Chenglan New Movie Live Broadcast Building】
Song Xinghuai works part-time at the North District Library. How many jobs does he actually have?
However, these posts with the word "explosion" were overshadowed by another new post.
[[Gua] Then who is coming?]
Xia Lanzheng clicked on it out of instinct.
[First floor: Didn't he already graduate from the art academy next door? What happened? Did he delay his graduation?]
[2nd floor: No, he seems to be attending the school anniversary with the CEO of Xingpai.]
[3rd Floor: Who? That grass? Why is he here?]
[4th Floor: How long has the internet been down above? Who signed with Xingpai and shot for a magazine last month? It was the Ning Xiyuan issue.]
[5th Floor: Can't make it in the art world, so he ventures into the entertainment industry? Has anyone dug up his background?]
[6th floor: deleted by the administrator]
[7th Floor: Don't mention his real name, or you'll get banned. He has a background, but it's well hidden, so you can't find out.]
[8th Floor: xswl, Teacher, I remember I went to a film school, not a magic school, right?]
[Reply to 4th floor: Uh, I went to see it because I was attracted by its reputation. This issue of the magazine just happened to be released today. How much did the company spend on him?]
[10th floor: Who are you talking about? What about that so-and-so grass? Please translate it into Chinese.]
【……】
[Reply to 10th floor: Are you a freshman? If you're a freshman, that's normal. It's about the student from next door who's majoring in performance art. Two years ago, they came to our school as a final project and sat on the North District basketball court for a whole week, hence the nickname "That Grass."]
[89th floor: Someone above didn't get the full story, so I'll add to the discussion. Someone asked a classmate in their major and found out their research topic is "The Life of Grass." Guess what? He just came to the basketball court to watch the handsome guy play.]
[Reply to post 89: Original words from the final report: 1. I suggest the school build a sunshade over the North Basketball Court, as excessive sunlight is not conducive to plant growth; 2. Player #7 is a terrible basketball player; I suggest he be assigned to the bench.]
[Reply to Floor 89: Grass (a type of plant)]
[90th floor: Off topic, guess you want to ask who number 7 is, it’s Cheng Lan (silly smile)]
[Reply to 90F: Le, can I say this? This guy's ball skills are really average, but his face makes up for it quite well.]
[98th floor: dd]
[135th floor: This is so humorous. Even if we take a step back, can anyone show me how to delay graduation? With such a genius in our school, I wouldn't even be sleepy at 8am.]
[Reply to 135th floor: I'm hoping someone above will take a career guidance course for college students. I support that person delaying graduation.]
[Louzhonglou: Don't go up... Why don't you come pick up Cheng Lan's career luck? He's about to join Director Yu Shuang's crew again.]
Xia Lanzheng looked at it carefully, then went back to the 89th floor to take another look, and was sweating profusely.
The original owner's mental state was worrying, and he also wanted to live like this shamelessly.
Suddenly someone grabbed his wrist and pushed him to the side.
Xia Lanzheng hunched her shoulders furtively, her center of gravity unstable as she fell to the other side, only to be pulled back by someone by her collar.
"I'm not interested in your past," Chu Linchuan said slowly, "There's no need to show me your phone so close."
Xia Lanzheng was shocked: "Why are you looking at other people's phones? Is that polite?"
Chu Linchuan didn't respond. The performance was about to begin and the lights in the auditorium suddenly dimmed.
Even the dim light couldn't hide Xia Lanzheng's complexion. Feeling bored, he'd taken off his mask, and now his neck and face were completely red. His drooping eyelashes covered his eyes, and they fluttered constantly.
Looks pitiful and guilty.
Amid the host's cheerful tone, Xia Lanzheng shook her clothes and murmured, "Who are you talking about? It's so hard to guess..."
It would have been fine if he didn't mention it, but as soon as he mentioned Chu Linchuan, he wanted to laugh.
Chu Linchuan stared at the stage, raised the corners of his lips, and slowly stroked the coat on his legs: "Well, it's so hard to guess."
Xia Lanzheng quietly put away her phone, naturally unaware that the post was still going on.
[289th Floor: Cheng Lan just came in and is sitting on the outermost seat in the second row.]
[290th Floor: I saw it too, so funny, and that guy wasn't far away, let's fight!]
[295th Floor: I'm sitting right at the back. Can someone come and see what Cheng Lan is doing in the second row? Is he passing notes...?]
[Reply to 295F: ??? The second row is full of big guys, what kind of note are they passing???]
[296th floor: Le, they're really passing notes. I can't stop laughing. The principal's face is turning green.]
[298th Floor: Ahhhh Cheng Lan, I really don’t have time to play around with you...]
[299th Floor: Report!!! The note has been passed to that grass.]
[300th floor: kdl]
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