I won't fry CP crabs with you [Entertainment circle]

Chi Luo went straight to the house he had been living in for the past few years this time, and he didn't have much hope of finding the old man, so it wasn't very strange when he found that the whole house was empty and desolate.

"Fortunately, I was still thinking about tidying up my appearance." Gu Chi sighed.

Chi Luo knew what he meant, so he didn't even bother to white him.

"You're not a headless fly looking around, are you?" Gu Chi realized this important question at this moment.

"Not at all." Chi Luo replied, and went straight into the eastmost room of the house.

He knew that the old man kept a lot of things in this room, and he usually didn't want him to come in and look at them. Chi Luo didn't like people who pry into other people's secrets, so even though the door of the room was never locked, he didn't even think about going over to have a look. .

But this time he faintly felt that many things might be answered in this room.

"You stand here." Chi Luo walked into the door, turned around and pushed Gu Chi to the door, "Don't come in."

Gu Chi crossed his arms in dissatisfaction.

Chi Luo turned a blind eye to the sad eyes he cast, turned and walked in.

He knew the facilities in this room very well, a desk, a cabinet, a bed, nothing else.

Chi Luo flipped through the drawers of the desk, and saw that they were all materials and manuscripts used by the old man to study various metaphysical instruments, which were in a mess and could not make out any clues.

"Tsk, it's such a mess, thanks to a clean freak like you, you can live with him." Gu Chi stood by the door, tried his best to look over, and clicked his tongue.

"You're not clean either." Chi Luo casually said while searching.

"You sound like you plan to live with me when you say that." Gu Chi changed into a resentful tone, "You always do this, run away after teasing, um, ruthless..."

Chi Luo searched two drawers and got his head dirty, so annoyed that he didn't even bother to say shut up.

He squatted down, opened a drawer below, and froze after taking a look.

"...It's very irresponsible..." Gu Chi was still rambling, Chi Luo reached in and flipped through it twice, and immediately interrupted him loudly.

"Don't be poor and come here!"

Gu Chi turned his head: "You didn't let me in just now."

Chi Luo watched him not speak, Gu Chi glanced at him, shut his mouth consciously and walked over.

"Huh? Is this drawer so tidy?" Gu Chi raised his eyebrows, squatting beside Chi Luo, and picked up the stack of neatly placed notebooks in the drawer.

"It doesn't look like a book your master would use." Gu Chi opened the top one and flipped through a few pages, his expression gradually froze.

Chi Luo picked up the book below, flipped through it, and frowned.

"It seems to be a diary." Gu Chi withdrew his joking tone, "But these languages ​​and graffiti are too weird."

Chi Luo didn't answer, but his thoughts were similar to Gu Chi's.

These notebooks are all written by the same person. Besides the text, there are also many random graffiti. There are many ordinary daily journals in them, but there are also many strange sentences and strange graphics mixed in.

"It reads like a dark nursery rhyme or something." Gu Chi picked up another book and opened it, "And in the following two books, there are obviously more abnormal text graffiti."

Gu Chi put down his notebook and patted the dust off his hands: "But I don't think it's anything special, it's just a child in the second stage of middle school venting."

Chi Luo didn't speak, because what Gu Chi said was similar to his thoughts again.

He picked up the book with the most daily journals, and flipped through it from beginning to end.

"Let's tidy up the diary inside." Chi Luo took out all the books in the drawer, "The old man has kept me a secret. He has been studying Cheng Zhaoyue's affairs for a long time."

"It's almost late!" He Mu stood at the door and knocked on the door again.

"What's the hurry, there's still time." Cheng Zhaoyue opened the door, with his coat half-dressed, and with a piece of bread in his mouth, he complained vaguely.

He Mu stretched out his hand to help him straighten his clothes, and said in a low voice, "There are only twenty minutes left."

Cheng Zhaoyue finished eating the bread in two mouthfuls, grabbed his schoolbag with one hand and He Mu's arm with the other, and dragged him downstairs: "Then let me show you how to get to school in 10 minutes."

He Mu was staggered by him, and followed him to the door of the unit. Before he could catch his breath, a helmet was put on his head.

"...I said I don't ride in a car." He Mu wanted to take off his helmet, but Cheng Zhaoyue held down his hands.

"Then I'm leaving, you're late by yourself." Cheng Zhaoyue couldn't help but push He Mu into the back seat, stepped into the front seat by himself, and rushed out at once.

"Can you stop driving the battery car out of the speed of the motorcycle?" He Mu helplessly grabbed Cheng Zhaoyue's waist, "Can't you slow down!"

"Slow down, you'll be late!"

"..." He Mugang wanted to say that if he got up 10 minutes earlier in the morning, he wouldn't be late, but just as he opened his mouth, the cold wind poured into his stomach, so he chose to shut up.

When Cheng Zhaoyue stepped on the ground in front of the school gate, there were still 4 minutes before class.

"What did I say, it's definitely worth listening to me..." Cheng Zhaoyue looked at the school gate, his expression blank, "...and."

The dean, who was standing at the school gate with his hands behind his back, only took a look here, and immediately walked over angrily.

"Brother, run quickly." Cheng Zhaoyue stood in front of He Mu, pushing him back with his hands.

"It's too late." He Mu hid his face helplessly.

The school stipulates that you must be on time for class, but you have to enter the campus 10 minutes earlier, but generally no one will really check.

"Are you late?" The dean looked serious, glanced at He Mu, and his serious expression changed, "Why are you late?"

He Mu was in the rocket class, and he was one of the top students in the class. The grade leaders were all impressed with him, while Cheng Zhaoyue was the complete opposite.

So the teachers who cared for He Mu were very sad when they learned that he and Cheng Zhaoyue grew up together and were neighbors who were used to going to school together.

"Hurry up and go back to class! It's not an example." The dean frowned.

He Mu apologized and walked around the dean to enter the school. Just as Cheng Zhaoyue was about to push the cart, the dean yelled, "Are you going to let me go!"

After He Mu cried out in his heart, he turned to look at Cheng Zhaoyue, and saw him smiling and tilting his head at him, signaling to leave it alone.

It is common for Cheng Zhaoyue to be taught by the teacher. He Mu persuaded him to obey the rules many times, but it was useless, so he had to let him go.

Four classes in the morning, two Chinese classes and two math classes, were dragged away by the teacher during recess. He Mu never had time to find Cheng Zhaoyue, and he didn't know what punishment he received afterwards.

With 10 minutes before school ends, He Mu began to fidget and keep looking at the clock.

The teacher finally dismissed get out of class, and He Mu packed up his things and rushed out of the classroom, running towards the stairs.

When he was still far away, He Mu saw Cheng Zhaoyue leaning on the handrail of the stairs, wearing a baggy school uniform, smiling happily at him.

Seeing He Mu looking over, Cheng Zhaoyue snapped his fingers, got up and walked over to wrap his arms around his shoulders: "It must have been too long today."

He Mu looked at the crowd around him, and gently pushed his arm down: "Are you okay?"

Cheng Zhaoyue glanced at him, and retracted his arm: "What can I do, write the inspection, I have already written the template, and I am afraid of this with my superb artistic level?"

The author has something to say: Cheng Zhaoyue × He Mu, no one should stand against it...