It’s not scary to travel through a book, I’m the villain

"Assistant Yan, tell me, what is the meaning of giving a cup to someone else?"

Qin Heng looked at it and thought that Chen Yanzhi specially gave him a cup. There must be some meaning behind it. He couldn't figure it out, so he just asked.

Yan Yanwen's mind was still in a mess. He didn't think much after hearing this and said directly: "Cup, it seems to be a homonym for lifetime."

lifetime? !

Qin Heng's hand holding the cup paused for a moment, an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart, and he frowned. He didn't even have time to pay attention to the people around him, and was completely immersed in his own thoughts.

"Boss Qin?" Yan Yanwen felt something was wrong after answering, but he had already said it and there was no way to take it back. He glanced at his boss and found that he seemed to be thinking seriously.

"It's okay, you can go out first."

Yan Yanwen walked out in a daze, with confusion in his eyes.

When Qin Heng was the only one left in the office, he put the cup back to its place, his mind full of messy thoughts. Chen Yanzhi specially gave him the cup he made himself. Does this mean that she wants to be with him for the rest of her life?

Qin Heng's mood is very complicated now. He was a little confused at first. When did Chen Yanzhi like him so deeply? But judging from his usual behavior, it seemed to be the case. Thinking of this, a little joy surged in his heart, slowly spreading to every corner of his body.

If he looked in a mirror at this time, he would definitely find that the corners of his mouth were always raised.

Chen Yanzhi, who was just giving a gift, knew nothing about it and was rehearsing with Shen Que at the time.

"Ding Dong, honey, the progress bar has risen to 23%."

what happened? !

Chen Yanzhi stopped moving, with a look of disbelief on his face. He was not with Qin Heng now, and they had not even been in contact, so why did the progress bar suddenly go up?

"Why?" He asked the system in his mind a soul-searching question.

"I don't know the specific reason, I can only detect that the mood index of the task target has increased."

It's very confusing, but based on his experience of successful missions, it seems reasonable.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the movements here?" Shen Que looked at the person who suddenly stopped and asked in confusion.

He seemed to be still there, but in fact he had been gone for a while.

Chen Yanzhi came back to his senses, shook his head, and said apologetically: "Sorry, I was a little distracted just now."

"It's okay, why don't you take a rest first." Feeling that something was wrong with him, Shen Que suggested directly.

Having practiced for quite a while, Chen Yanzhi did not refuse. He walked to a chair nearby to rest, took out his cell phone and sent a message to Qin Heng tentatively.

【Chen Yanzhi: What are you doing? 】

After sending the message, he thought he would have to wait for a while, but unexpectedly he received a reply so quickly.

【Qin Heng: (Picture)】

What Qin Heng sent over was his desk. The desk was very simple, so one could see at a glance the rainbow ceramic cup right in the middle of the screen.

Chen Yanzhi stared at the picture for a while, not understanding what he wanted to express. He even brought the cup to the office. Did he like it very much?

【Chen Yanzhi: Do you like this cup? 】

【Qin Heng: I like it.】

Looking at these two short sentences of conversation, the two people had different thoughts.

What Chen Yanzhi was thinking was, did he like this cup so much that the progress bar increased twice?

Qin Heng was thinking that he really attached great importance to this gift and kept asking himself whether he liked it.

After thinking it through, Chen Yanzhi stopped worrying about it, put down his phone, and said to the person next to him, "Let's practice it a few more times to get more proficient."

Shen Que had no objection, but just thinking of his previous appearance, he said, "Have you rested well? You were so distracted just now."

"Me?" Chen Yanzhi pointed at himself in disbelief. Do these four words have anything to do with him? He looked at the other person with a questioning look, "Can you use idioms?"

"Of course I can't. You did the same thing just now." Shen Que said, and imitated it, staring blankly ahead with his eyes, looking stupid.

Chen Yanzhi refused to admit it, "I'm not that ugly, it's impossible."

"Who are you calling ugly?" Shen Que went straight to him, put his arm on his shoulder and pulled him towards him.

Chen Yanzhi pushed his hand away, skipped the topic, stood up, and walked to the center of the venue, "Let's hurry up and rehearse."

"Hey, wait a minute, explain everything before you leave." Shen Chen immediately chased after him.

The scene of the elementary school chicken quarrel reappeared, and the staff around them were used to it, as they have been doing this a lot recently.

The current rehearsal is the last indoor rehearsal before the concert officially begins, and the next time will be on stage.

In fact, after practicing for so long, there were no problems with the movements, but Chen Yanzhi and Shen Que were both very serious about their work, and they practiced over and over again without getting tired of it.

If the teacher hadn't driven them away out of fear that practicing too hard would affect their state for the official performance, the two would have continued to practice.

"Go back and have a good rest." Shen Que put his arm around Chen Yanzhi's shoulder and said weakly.

"Got it." Chen Yanzhi was also very tired, dragging his feet, "You too, especially your voice."

Shen Que sang for too long today and his throat was a little dry, so he nodded and tried to speak less.

Neither of them had the energy to argue anymore, so they got in the car and went back to their homes.

Zhaoshan Villa is even quieter at night. The tall trees on both sides of the road block out the lights a little, creating a beautiful sense of colorful light and shadow.

Chen Yanzhi had no time to appreciate it. He pushed the door open tiredly and walked into the house. When he saw the figure in the living room, his mind cleared up briefly.

"Why are you here? Haven't you rested yet?"

Qin Heng stood up from the sofa, walked over to look at him, and instead of answering his question, asked, "Why are you so late?"

"Oh, we're rehearsing. As I told you last time, the concert is about to start." Chen Yanzhi walked straight to the sofa and sat down. His legs went soft and he fell forward.

Qin Heng didn't say that he came down to wait for him because he saw that he didn't come back too late. He just poured a glass of water and handed it to him, "Do you have to practice until so late?"

Chen Yanzhi was tired, but also thirsty. He struggled to sit up a little, nodded his head as an answer to his question, then took the cup and slowly drank the water.

"anything else?"

"No need." Chen Yanzhi stretched out his arms and said with all his strength, "Help me. Go upstairs and wash up and go to bed while you still have some strength."

Qin Heng smiled and stretched out his hand to pull him up, "Do you still have the strength to go upstairs?"

"I'll take the elevator." Chen Yanzhi said, walking over with a slightly shaky body.

Qin Heng shook his head and followed. Seeing the confused look on his face, he was afraid that the person might fall in the elevator.

Chen Yanzhi did not fall down. He insisted on returning to his room and washing up before collapsing on the bed.

Soon, the day of Shen Que's concert arrived.