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The stitches on his arm have been removed for a few days, and Yuechen has resumed his normal routine of going out to class. This morning there was an "Introduction to Aesthetics". He received countless inexplicable compliments as soon as he entered the school. It is common for Xihua to be peeped, but today everyone's eyes were so strange that they were blatantly staring/raping. Yue Chen bit the bullet and was about to enter the classroom, Xiong Ping suddenly rushed out and grabbed him and dragged him out.

"You are so crazy and dare to come out!" Xiong Ping stuffed the newspaper into his hand, and Yue Chen's face turned pale the moment he saw the page.

Someone around raised their mobile phones and clicked one. At this moment, there was a loud noise from the school gate. After dozens of cars stopped, a group of reporters was surrounded by black short guns like a tornado and swept in the direction of Chen. .The scene suddenly became chaotic.

"How long have you lived with Gu Zeyan?"

"Are you going to keep going underground?"

"What do you think of Gu Zeyan's recent haunting? Is there anything you can say?"

The microphone was lying in front of him like a black branch, almost poking at the person, Yue Chen blocked the too dazzling flashlight with his uninjured left hand, turned his body sideways, and the sudden change made him a little flustered: "Get out of the way."

"Does He Zhuoyu have anything to do with you?"

"Answer, please?"

The scene became more and more out of control, a hand stretched out to grab the person involved, but was pushed by the people behind, and hit Yue Chen's right arm directly.

There was a sharp pain from the wound that hadn't fully healed, and several spotlights leaned closer, trying to show the young man's more serious expression, Xiong Ping's neck was so thick that he was caught in the middle, at this moment, A bright fiery red car stopped at the door, and the young man in the driver's seat, wearing sunglasses, honked the low horn impatiently.

Yuechen didn't care about other things, and ran towards the car in a few seconds when the reporter was distracted, opened the passenger seat and got in, Xiong Ping also slipped into the back seat with quick eyes and quick hands.

Crazy crowds began to besiege the Ferrari. A bold male reporter jumped onto the front seat of the car, lay down in front of the glass, and pointed to the ground while yelling, motioning for the person involved to come down.

The four eyes met, and the face hidden behind the sunglasses was as cold as ice: "Get out."

With the support of all his colleagues, the male reporter slammed his hands on the glass without any fear.Suddenly staggered, the whole person jumped forward, his head was pressed hard against the glass, and he was thrown and rolled down again.

He pissed on his ass and got up and dodged to the side. The car that started without warning ran over the ground where he had just rolled down, and went away.

"Ah? Ah..." Xiong Ping was horrified to witness Qi Ling's astonishing move of almost crushing meatloaf. "He, he is still a human being!"

"Isn't it cool to be chased by reporters? Do you want to enter the entertainment circle to shoot a movie and receive an advertisement? Anyway, you have already become famous." Freed from the siege of reporters, Qi Ling took off his sunglasses, and the corners of his mouth were full of sarcasm .

Yuechen lowered his head, bit his lip, and said nothing.Xiong Ping couldn't stand it immediately: "Senior God, he is your younger brother after all, does anyone say that about his younger brother? Ah? The most important thing now is——"

"I let you get in the car?" Qi Ling glanced contemptuously at the excited big man behind him from the front mirror.

"I don't have to sit here—" Xiong Ping glanced out the window and found that it was a highway, his confidence suddenly lost half: "I got off the car, and Yue Chen got off with me!"

"Stop arguing." Yue Chen who had been silent all this time suddenly said, he pressed his painful left arm, his lips became paler: "I want to go to the hospital."

"...Let them each sign up for a hundred small comments...Yes, under all topics. And find out who contributed to the newspaper."

In the meeting room on the top floor of the Fengsong office building, through the blinds, you can see the busy staff running outside. The inside of Fengsong has already been busy, and in the center of the eye of the storm, the young man who is quietly curled up on the sofa is looking out of the window with a calm expression. , I don't know what I'm thinking.

Ru Siming hung up the Nth call and rubbed the center of his brows wearily. "There will be a press conference tomorrow afternoon. I don't care what you think. If you deny it, you must deny it. Do you hear me?"

Gu Zeyan turned his gaze to him, and stretched out a hand after a while: "Mobile phone."

After the communication tools were confiscated and people were forcibly grounded, this was the only sentence he uttered.

Yue Chen went to the hospital to take a film. Fortunately, there was no serious problem with his arm, but he must not move around until he fully recovered, otherwise he would be permanently disabled in minutes. He was scolded by the doctor and didn't say a word. There is no way to go back to the apartment. After Xiong Ping returned to school, Qi Ling took him back to his residence on his own initiative. Qi Ling opened the door with a cold tone.

"How are you going to handle this?"

"The first media to release the news is Entertainment Zaobao. I want to contact them. Brother, do you know anyone?"

Thinking that his silence all the way was because he was at a loss, but he never wanted to speak, but his tone of solution was calm. Qi Ling narrowed his eyes. In the past few years, his cheap brother's mind has really grown a lot.

"What's the use of finding them? Besides, even if I know someone, why do I have to help you?"

"I beg you."

"..." Qi Ling choked for a rare moment. He looked at this calm young man and suddenly smiled, "It's not impossible."

Qi Ling's friend Anderson, the foreigner who met Yue Chen at the 4S store last time, because the family has maintained transnational cooperation with the media group affiliated to Entertainment Zaobao for many years, so Qi Ling made a phone call, and Yue Chen quickly contacted Went to the newspaper office, but the matter was not resolved so smoothly. The investigation went back for a long time. During the whole process, Qi Ling watched Yue Chen busy there, and found that the latter ignored him at all, so he simply used the same ignoring method. blocked the opponent.

He was busy until the evening, when the matter was finally resolved, Yue Chen heaved a sigh of relief and realized that he was hungry.He looked around, but Qi Ling was not there.The door of the master bedroom was ajar, and there was the sound of running water from the private bathroom inside—someone was taking a shower.

Probably due to extreme exhaustion, his mood relaxed instead. Anyway, no matter how bad it is, it can't be much worse. Compared with the current storm in the outside world, Qi Ling's white eyes and cynicism have become a kind of help in a sense. , Yuechen looked around the refrigerator, and cooked a big bowl of noodles on his own initiative.

At first, it was divided into two portions, but thinking that Qi Ling seemed to have not eaten for a day, Yue Chen felt a little guilty and allocated part of his portion to another bowl.

He knocked on Qi Ling's door tentatively, but there was no response.He pushed the door and walked in.

This is a clean, extremely simple room. There is no extra furniture or decoration, and the main color of pure white presents an empty, inaccessible atmosphere—except for the blinding display windows by the wall.

Through the transparent glass, there are gunpla of different sizes placed inside. MG's, made in Japan... The red Neo Zeon worth [-] is at the farthest end, with a slightly worn schoolbag under his feet.

Yue Chen: "..."

Qi Ling came out wiping his hair, and saw Yue Chen standing in front of his window with a troubled expression on his face.

"This is mine." Yue Chen pointed directly at the thing, and for the first time in his life, he accused Qi Ling very confidently because of the evidence of stolen goods. "This is my schoolbag."

This is my schoolbag that you said you had thrown away a long time ago.

With Qi Ling's incomparably self-confident state of mind, of course he wouldn't have the embarrassing state of mind that a lie would be exposed. He didn't bother to talk to Yuechen, and walked out of the room. The noodles on the table were still steaming. He felt a little hungry. As a babysitter hired for money, I ate it as a matter of course.

This time it was Yue Chen who felt embarrassed, he stood still for a while, and then the two faced each other silently eating supper which was actually dinner.

Qi Ling got up suddenly, entered the room, went out with the study in his hand, and came back a few minutes later with an empty hand.

Yuechen wondered if the other party was embarrassed, so he hid the things elsewhere. When he thought of this possibility, his heart seemed to be soaked in water, and a warm feeling of being cautious and flattered surged up. After washing the dishes, After all, he couldn't hold back and asked, "Where did you put your schoolbag?"

"threw."

"...!"

Bishui Lanyuan, one of the best high-end residential areas in L City, is located in the suburbs. The townhouses are more than ten meters apart from each other. It is late at night, when the community is empty and empty, and the young people looking through the trash cans one by one in the cold wind look a little pitiful .

It is undeniable that Qi Ling is really much more perverted than ordinary people. There is a trash can at the door of every household, which is collected by the cleaners every day. Yue Chen did not find a schoolbag in the trash can in front of Qi Ling's house. Ordinary people went back home resentfully, after all, Yue Chen knew this deity somewhat, and finally, he found Qi Ling's discarded schoolbag in the third trash can in the distance.

"It's really throwing away..."

Yuechen muttered a little unacceptably, the surface of the worn canvas was stained with the soup liquid in the trash can, he wiped it carefully, and after looking carefully, he could still see the past when it was placed on the bottom of the window and never saw the light of day.A light layer of dust, neither dirty nor clean - Qi Ling put it away and didn't throw it away, but he didn't clean it, he just let it sit in the corner, quietly accumulating dust, and stayed there for many years.

Just like to him, from the bottom of my heart, I never feel that I have broken my heart for you, but so what, in Qi Ling's heart, I still have a place after all.

He unzipped his schoolbag, and under the dim streetlights, a small tail of a unicorn doll was exposed inside.

Yuechen stood there in a state of bewilderment, like a child who has received a gift that he had not expected for a long time. At this moment, the ringing of the bell pierced the silent night.

"are you OK?"

"It's okay, I'm at my brother's place. How is yours?"

"It's okay, nothing will happen." The two fell into a long silence, and Gu Zeyan spoke again, his voice was very soft, but he was so firm that he couldn't comment.

"Yuechen, I will protect you."

Yuechen clenched his schoolbag tightly, the wind was a bit cold, he looked up at the night sky, the star curtain was a thick blue and black.

"I know."

The next day, Fengsong's press conference was held at the Air China Hotel. In the early morning, countless fans surrounded the hotel, and the scene was in chaos. At two o'clock in the afternoon, the venue was finally set up. When the parties appeared and took their seats, there were hundreds of The journalists in full armor suddenly became overwhelmed.

Ru Siming whispered to Gu Zeyan to wait for the precautions for his speech. Last night, everyone agreed that no matter how bad the situation is, resolute denial is the principle that must be implemented. When Gu Zeyan was asked to recite the speech, he had no objection, but just to be on the safe side , he reminded again.

The young man in the center of the whirlpool of public opinion did not show the decadence and frustration that everyone expected. He calmly straightened the microphone, and looked at everyone below with an incomparably calm and composed gaze.

Sitting next to him, Ru Siming noticed his gaze, and felt a sudden unease in his heart.

"About yesterday's article in the Entertainment Morning Post—"

Ru Siming's heart was beating wildly, years of experience as a manager made him instinctively raise his hand to hold the young man down to shut him up.

"I--"

"I think I can explain the whole thing for him."

A clear and cold voice came from the door, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Gu Zeyan's pupils shrank, and he stared at the uninvited guest at the door, the calmness on his face disappeared instantly.

Across the crowd, Yuechen stood there looking at him, gentle, distant, and serious, like looking at a stranger.

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This article will end in at most ten chapters~ Emma is really tired~