Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

Chapter 124 Entertainment Circle: Boss, is this also the assistant's job?

There was a scratch on the back of the man's hand the size of his little finger, as thin as a cow hair, and it was invisible unless you looked carefully.

The cameraman of the program crew moved the camera over, but the lens couldn't focus for a long time.

The other artists tried hard to suppress their speechless expressions. It seemed that the rumors were true. This young actor not only had a bad temper, but was also extremely difficult to serve.

Tong Xiyuan frowned after just one look, rummaged through the first aid kit for a moment, took out an ordinary Band-Aid with the best breathability, and asked, "Will this work?"

Fan He glanced at the fancy Band-Aid on He Yingnan's arm and frowned, "I want that one."

"Oh, okay." Tong Xiyuan responded reluctantly. The cute cartoon Band-Aid was specially prepared by him for He Yingnan to use on camera. Although it looked nice, its breathability and waterproofness were not very good.

He stood up, held Fan He's palm with one hand, and used the other hand to disinfect the back of Fan He's hand with an iodine cotton swab.

Fan He's assistant Xiao Yang, who was standing nearby, uttered a sigh, as if he wanted to stop Tong Xiyuan, but Tong Xiyuan moved too quickly and he failed to stop him.

It is well known that Van Helmut has mysophobia. Not only his fans, but even passers-by have heard about it many times.

It is said that every time before filming, the makeup artist who does makeup for Van He needs to disinfect his hands and makeup tools with alcohol more than ten times.

Just because of this one flaw, haters have scolded this young actor thousands of times. Even so, it cannot stop Van Helmut from winning awards every year and remaining popular all the time.

Now, Tong Xiyuan held Fan He's hand without even washing his hands, which made Xiao Yang worry for him.

You know, when their Brother Fan turns against someone, he doesn't care about anyone's face.

But surprisingly, Fan He said nothing and waited patiently for Tong Xiyuan to treat his wound and put on a cartoon Band-Aid.

"Okay, be careful not to touch the water." Tong Xiyuan let go of him. His palm felt a little itchy. Just when he withdrew his hand, he was scratched lightly and the touch was quite obvious.

Fan He looked at the Band-Aid on the back of his hand with a blank expression, and nodded, "Got it."

After finishing his work, Assistant Tong Xiyuan returned to the crowd with the first aid kit.

Soon, several artists moved to the dining table, and the program crew brought out plates of covered dishes.

The director said with a malicious smile, "Okay, let's get started."

When the cover was lifted, the faces of the stars present changed.

"What is this, a bug?!"

"Director, is this our dinner? How do we eat this?"

"I knew that giving us so many dishes definitely had no good intentions."

"Is that a grasshopper? Yue..."

"Forget it, forget it. I won't eat vegetables. I'll just drink porridge."

However, when the wooden barrel containing porridge was opened, the expressions on everyone's faces became even more unpredictable.

Someone complained: "This is an insect banquet."

The director smiled and said, "The difficulty of tomorrow's task will be determined by the amount of leftovers you have today."

The youngest artist yelled, "Ah? No!"

Tong Xiyuan frowned and looked over. The expression on He Yingnan's face was okay. He probably didn't dare to make an overly blatant expression like the others.

As for Fan He… He stood up and said, “I’m not hungry.”

Then he left in a hurry and returned to his room to rest.

The rest of the people laughed bitterly in their hearts, but dared not say anything. They picked up those strange-looking insects and said painfully: "Then, shall we eat?"

"Eat...it."

Tong Xiyuan retracted his gaze, walked to Xiao Yang, and said in a gentle voice: "Hello, are you Fan He's assistant?"

Xiao Yang was busy messaging his agent, asking him to do a good job of public relations, because after this episode was aired, Brother Fan would definitely be scolded. He turned around when he heard the voice and said, "Yes, what's wrong?"

Tong Xiyuan: "Can you help me look after He Yingnan? I have to go out for something."

Xiao Yang glanced at He Yingnan, who was about to vomit from eating insects, and thought of how his brother Fan had just run over to ask the assistant for a Band-Aid, and nodded in agreement.

Now that He Yingnan had given him a task, Tong Xiyuan left the cottage and went to visit several local residents nearby.

He didn't have much cash on him, so he only exchanged it for some flour, and the remaining two salted duck eggs were given to him by an elderly grandmother.

When Tong Xiyuan returned to the cabin, the artist's recording had already ended and there were a lot of insects left on the table.

The program team put away the recording equipment and cameras, giving everyone time to rest.

He Yingnan hurried over and asked, "Where have you been?"

"I changed some things," Tong Xiyuan raised the flour in his hand, "I'll make noodles for you."

Judging from what happened just now, He Yingnan must not have eaten enough, and there was someone else in the room who had not eaten yet. Tong Xiyuan couldn't just leave it alone.

He Yingnan took the salted duck egg from his other hand and said helplessly: "I'm fine. It doesn't matter if I go hungry for a meal. Don't bother yourself next time."

Tong Xiyuan went to the kitchen, washed his hands, and said as he kneaded the dough, "It doesn't matter if you're hungry, but it doesn't matter if he's hungry."

He Yingnan quickly realized who he was talking about, "Whose assistant are you?"

"It's yours for now." Tong Xiyuan said, "Go back and take a rest to remove your makeup. I'll call you when you're done."

He Yingnan was speechless and said, "Okay."

After he left, Tong Xiyuan was the only one left in the small kitchen.

Fan He saw this scene when he walked over with a cup of water. Under the bright light, the young man was kneading the dough in his hands seriously, and a small halo hit his soft head, which made people feel that the scene was inexplicably warm.

After watching quietly for a while, Fan He took out a bottle of drinking water sponsored by a sponsor, unscrewed the cap, and poured it into his own cup.

The sound of water attracted Tong Xiyuan's attention. He glanced sideways and saw that it was Fan He. His eyes lit up and he pointed at the dough in his hand and asked, "Do you want some?"

Fan He had finished pouring the water. He walked over with the cup and stood half a meter away from Tong Xiyuan. "What do you want to eat?"

"Hand-rolled noodles," Tong Xiyuan paused and added, "Clean."

Fan He's eyes fell on his hands. The young man's bony fingers were stained with white flour. When he raised his eyes again, Fan He's voice was much lower, "Okay."

Soon, Tong Xiyuan finished rolling the noodles. He put the noodles into the boiling water pot, washed the flour off his hands and said to Fan He, "It will be ready in a few minutes, wait a little longer."

After he said that, he covered the pot and stood in front of the stove waiting patiently, not noticing the people approaching him.

Until someone touched the tip of my ear.

Tong Xiyuan turned around in panic, and was surrounded by Fan He in front of the stove, "What's wrong?"

Fan He looked at his frightened expression, a smile flashed across his eyes, and he tapped the corner of Tong Xiyuan's lips suggestively.

"Don't," Tong Xiyuan dodged back for a moment, and caught a glimpse of the camera in the corner of the wall. He refused and said, "There is a camera."

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