After the Bankruptcy of the Supporting Male Lead

He took out a clean bathrobe from the shelf and put it on casually. It was loose and the clothes inside were still dripping.Mr. Wu didn't seem to notice anything. He stared at the mobile phone on the table for tens of seconds, rarely making up his mind.

Tell Yin Ronglan that the method is not up to standard and goes against his conduct.But just let it go, Chen Zhan's slightly mocking voice was still in his ears just now.Before making a decision, the body has gone ahead and dialed out the phone uncontrollably——

Just this once.I meditated in my heart... so naive, there will be no next time.

Every tick is as long as a century.

"Which one?" The steady tone was the exact opposite of Chen Zhan's calm and aggressiveness.

Mr. Wu gave up studying how two people with different personalities get together, and cut straight to the point: "Chen Zhan set up a reading club, and many people 'came here for the name'."

The following four words are bitten very hard.

Yin Ronglan didn't care who was the one who tipped off the news, and said calmly, "I know."

Mr. Wu was slightly startled, and wanted to continue opening his mouth, so he listened to Yin Ronglan speak first: "I sponsored the cost of the reading club."

Chatting to death, the blue veins on Mr. Wu's hands were obviously exposed due to excessive force.

She was speechless for a moment, and then said for a while, "He and those little entertainers flirt with each other, but you don't have the slightest..."

Before he finished speaking, Yin Ronglan was too lazy to waste time, so he replied 'what a fuss' and hung up the phone.

In the empty living room, Mr. Wu had to react for a while before putting down the cell phone that was close to his ear... I can't imagine that some people advocate true love in front of the media on weekdays, and even go abroad for honeymoon...so indiscreet in private.

Cursing a 'shameless' under his breath, he walked to the tea room and tried to calm down by making tea.

Air can spread smells, but not emotions.The depression in his heart did not affect Chen Zhan at all.

In a small room, everyone was drinking fruit wine, talking and laughing.Interestingly, the purpose of their approaching Chen Zhan was to show their faces in the article. When this utilitarianism was beyond words, the communication went smoothly.

Chen Zhan wrote acrobatic poems for some of them, looked at the sky outside, and said with a smile: "My family has come to pick me up."

The tail sound had not dissipated yet, and there was the sound of wheels rolling over speed bumps outside. After entering the room, Yin Ronglan smiled at everyone, and most of them nodded in response, but the state was obviously not as relaxed as when facing Chen Zhan.

There is no lack of coolness in the summer night, the moment he walked out, Chen Zhan couldn't help shaking his shoulders.Fortunately, the car was parked nearby, and the radio inside was still playing. After receiving a long time of flattery, and hearing the serious voice of the host, it felt like a world away.

"How did you find the inspiration?" Yin Ronglan asked while driving, making sure he was fastening his seat belt.

Chen Zhan laughed: "There is only one appearance in front of me."

What he wanted to see was the big dye vat that was exaggerated, or the history of the upper class with unscrupulous methods, not a group of people competing in front of him who was more childish.

Yin Ronglan paid attention to Chen Zhan from the corner of his eye. Regardless of the tone of his speech, it was clear and logical, and he could not see the impact of the concussion at all, let alone memory loss.

That night, not long after falling asleep, Yin Ronglan was suddenly pushed by Chen Zhan: "I had a nightmare."

Yin Ronglan patted him on the back.

Chen Zhan: "I dreamed that An Leng died."

Yin Ronglan: "Don't be afraid, it's not a nightmare, it's real."

Chen Zhan: "...how did he die?"

Yin Ronglan pondered for a moment, then said solemnly: "It's not your fault anyway."

Trusting him, Chen Zhanping lay down and went back to sleep.After two hours, I woke up from a nightmare again.

Wiping off the cold sweat on his forehead, Yin Ronglan seriously considered whether to cook something that could soothe the nerves.

Chen Zhan murmured with a wry smile: "I dreamed of something outrageous, and I helped Lin Chiang propose in a variety show."

Yin Ronglan hugged him gently: "It's just a reappearance, don't worry about it."

Probably this sentence played a role. Chen Zhan still couldn't sleep well in the second half of the night, but he didn't wake up from the nightmare again.Woke up a little early the next day, Yin Ronglan had already packed up and was ready to go out, when she heard the movement, she smiled and said, "Sleep more."

Chen Zhan shook his head, obviously his memory was gradually recovering, and he concluded: "It turns out that I have had a very...excellent few months."

Yin Ronglan left with a meaningful look in his eyes, while Chen Zhan stayed in the room and continued to write the script.Participating in the banquet gained very little, but it was enough for him to write a paragraph.

[System: Isn't the host going to clean up the stranded people? 】

As a resident of the brain, it was the first to feel the existence of Chen Zhan's memory recovery... Why don't you hurry up and work when your brain is good?

Chen Zhan: "Let him figure it out by himself first."

By the way, I asked Lin Chiang and the law enforcement officers if they had come up with a better way.Chen Zhan lifted the bed sheet, took out a leaflet from underneath, and smiled slowly at the corner of his mouth.

[System: Are you afraid of being discovered by hiding here? 】

Chen Zhan's smile remained unchanged: "It's dark under the lamp."

Staring at the above for a long time, he walked to the side and sat down. He told Yin Ronglan that he would participate in reading club activities after [-] o'clock every night. The actual offline gathering was once a week. He wanted to use this time to do other things. matter.

There were more than one pair of eyes staring at Chen Zhan in the dark.The gossip media would come here occasionally to try to take explosive pictures. Chen Zhan's lover is a man, so he can make a big fuss as long as he brings other men and women to the villa.On the other hand, Mr. Wu also hired someone to follow him, but unfortunately he didn't dare to make it too obvious, he just paid attention to the travel trajectory.

In recent days, Chen Zhan's whereabouts are obviously strange.

Every night at seven o'clock, there is a taxi waiting at the door on time. It seems that the two parties have an employment relationship for a period of time. The driver's driving skills are extremely high, and he can often shake off the stalker.

When Mr. Wu received the news, he was aroused.

"Tomorrow I will follow in person."

It's night, seven o'clock, the same taxi.

Mr. Wu rode a motorcycle and followed him not too far or too close. With reporters covering the front, he moved more freely.

The reporter quickly lost track of him. He exchanged tracking items and easily grasped Chen Zhan's movements.

"Ignorance." Night Breeze seemed to be able to invade through the helmet. Mr. Wu looked at the car in front of him with sharp eyes. Chen Zhan was sitting on a golden mountain, but he rarely exchanged his whitewashing points for items.If he learns to be flexible, maybe he can stand on top of the world.

The taxi stopped at a corner, and there was a long queue of cars on the previous section, so Chen Zhan chose to walk the last distance.

Mr. Wu followed him into an old building. There were obvious cracks in the outer wall, and only one character 'Fly' was still lit on the top sign, and the rest could not be recognized long ago.

There is an elevator when you go in, and there is an iron door outside the stairs, which is locked, which is beyond Mr. Wu's expectation.Such a narrow passageway, almost as soon as he entered, he met Chen Zhan face to face.

"What a coincidence." The initial surprise was well concealed in the moment of lowering his eyes, and a smile appeared on Chen Zhan's face: "I can meet you here."

Seeing that the elevator door was about to close, Mr. Wu stepped in without embarrassment beside him: "Seeing how sneaky you are, did you start another cult group?"

Chen Zhan was helpless: "Please don't speculate about the reading club with dirty thoughts."

The elevator reached the third floor, and the two went down one after the other. Mr. Wu glanced at the side: "Why are the stairs not allowed?"

Chen Zhan really answered: "The first and second floors are for business, and the fourth floor is an Internet cafe. There was a theft before, so it was locked."

Mr. Wu narrowed his eyes: "What are you doing on the third floor?"

While speaking, his eyes flickered over the bag behind Chen Zhan.

The light in the corridor is not too bright, and there is a feeling of drowsiness when walking in.

There was a water dispenser on the table at the door, and someone was receiving water. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his head and looked up. He seemed to know Chen Zhan and smiled.

Chen Zhan smiled back and went into the room.

The people inside are of different ages, some read books, some discuss issues.Chen Zhan sat on the seat, took out his book, picked up the thermos cup and went out to fetch water.

"Night school?" Mr. Wu asked.

Chen Zhan nodded: "It is necessary to improve yourself."

Mr. Wu frowned, he didn't even have a brand name, and it was still open in this kind of place, so it didn't look like he had formal educational qualifications.

Chen Zhan seemed to see through his confusion, and shrugged indifferently: "It's cheap, and classmates are good too."

Don't ask questions just because you're an Internet celebrity.

Mr. Wu casually opened the book that Chen Zhan had put on the table. Notes were densely written on it, as a good student.

At this moment, a middle-aged fat man walked in and was stunned when he saw the strange face.

Chen Zhan helped out: "A friend of mine wants to try out a class."

After he got the water and came in, Mr. Wu found a stool from the back and sat on one side, confirming again and again that it was indeed a place for teaching and educating people, with an unpredictable expression: "Are you doing human affairs?"

On the one hand, they forcibly lower the IQ of others, but in private, they are secretly arming themselves with knowledge.

Chen Zhan reviewed the content of the last class, and said seriously: "I have always had a dream of college in my heart."

At first, Mr. Wu didn't take this sentence seriously, but suddenly he realized that he also relied on the system to come to a different world, and his eyes immediately changed: "Before time travel...you didn't even go to college?"

A rare shyness appeared on Chen Zhan's face: "I failed the college entrance examination, and I can't afford to go to better colleges."

"..."

He actually lost several times in the confrontation with such a person!

Chen Zhan was curious: "Have you ever been to college?"

"Waste..." After all, he didn't say the last word. Mr. Wu felt that his years of upbringing would be ruined by such a bastard.

I want to say something later, the teacher has already called the students in the corridor to start the lecture.

According to Mr. Wu's educational background, these contents are just pediatrics. From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of Chen Zhan listening with gusto, and sometimes fell into deep thought, apparently he didn't understand somewhere.

During the break between classes, Chen Zhan was not ashamed to ask, and personally asked Mr. Wu for advice.

Looking at such a face full of thirst for knowledge, he couldn't tell whether it was a play or the real thing. Mr. Wu didn't want to waste any more time, and got up to leave.Feeling the resistance, he looked back at the person who grabbed him: "What are you doing?"

Chen Zhan: "If you leave now, the teacher will think that his class is boring."

Mr. Wu sneered, he didn't believe that putting himself in other people's shoes would have anything to do with such a person.

Chen Zhan: "The teacher is in a bad mood, which will affect teaching and indirectly harm me."

"What if I insist on leaving?"

Chen Zhan paused word by word: "Trust me, you don't want to."

After a few seconds of silence, Mr. Wu weighed it over and over again, not wanting to tear his face apart immediately, and sat down again.

During this meditation, I made a new discovery. I accidentally saw that when Chen Zhan opened his notebook, the first page was the class schedule.It can be seen clearly at a glance: in addition to the basic courses, there are equestrian and shooting courses, indicating that he is 'learning art' in different places.

Chen Zhan's expression was as usual, but he actually wanted to use the period of time when Mr. Wu and the law enforcement officers were trapped by dancing with the devil to learn more and improve themselves.Then he changed the topic and said, "I never went to college, let alone looking for a job. I have never seen the cruelty of society..."

Uncharacteristically chatting for a long time, there is only one thing in the center: he must seize the opportunity of time travel, study hard, and make progress every day.

The author has something to say: Mr. Wu: God let you travel through time, and the gift system gave you inexhaustible cleansing value... But you hurry up and go to night school?

Chen Zhan (obedient): Only knowledge will not abandon me.