I married my opponent C

Ji Chumiao and Jiang Yin looked at each other, and subconsciously pursed their lips.

After a few seconds, he realized that his whole body was shocked.

As if he had been scalded, he quickly looked away, his ears turning red.

His eyes wandered, and the hands resting on the table nervously scratched at the platen.

The players around were noisy, but Ji Chumiao felt like he had entered a vacuum.

And the man across the table sucked all his oxygen out.

Yi Jia didn't see the moon cake after waiting for a long time, and when she turned around, she saw Fa Xiao panicked: "What's the matter?"

He looked at Ji Chumiao, and then at Jiang Yin not far away.

The powerful Alpha leaned against the table, took out the glove with one hand, and looked at Ji Chumiao with a faint smile in his deep eyes.

Ji Chumiao turned his face away, but didn't look in Jiang Yin's direction.

"No, custard ones, here you are." Ji Chumiao didn't know why he was afraid of Yi Jia's questioning, so he grabbed a custard mooncake and stuffed it into his friend's hand.

Yi Jia didn't know, so he looked at Ji Chumiao and Jiang Yin, and felt that the atmosphere between the two was not right.

During the recording of the second half of the event, Ji Chumiao kept her head buried, pretending to be working hard on making mooncakes.Even when the camera came and the director team expressed that they wanted to shoot material and hoped that he would interact with Jiang Yin a few times, he pretended not to hear it.

The photographer was carrying the lens, not knowing whether to stay or go.

The viewers of the live channel were also very confused, because the two C brothers seemed to be having conflicts again.

"The camera moved away for less than 10 minutes, why didn't you speak again?"

"It seems that Ah Miao is angry. This is Brother Yin's fault. Cats should be petted."

"I actually saw pampering and indulgence on Brother Yin's face, tsk tsk tsk."

"To be honest, Miao Miao doesn't look like she's angry, but like some kind of... coquettishness?"

The audience boldly hypothesized and carefully verified, and encouraged the program group to find out.

Taking advantage of Ji Chumiao's turning around, the photographer hurried to Jiang Yin's side and asked in a low voice, "Chu Miao is in a bad mood?"

Jiang Yin didn't answer directly, he bowed, put the unpolished moon cake in the palm of his hand, and picked up the carving knife beside the table.

He flattened the top of the mooncake, and quickly slashed across the crust with a knife.His wrist is constantly rotating, his movements are flexible and stable, and his slender and powerful knuckles are very beautiful.

Just like this, tens of millions of viewers witnessed the birth of a snowy mooncake carved with Miao characters in less than half a minute.

In a square inch of land, characters were carved on a soft surface, and there were many strokes. Jiang Yin carved calligraphy characters in one go.

The font is elegant and free, and each stroke is clear and neat.

It's beautiful, like a work of art.

"It's okay? My mother! This is a bit awesome!"

"Let me be healthy too!"

"Private order? I want it too!"

"Father Yin! Please, I'll give you twenty in exchange."

The staff surrounded Jiang Yin, which attracted many players to look over.

If they hadn't seen Jiang Yin's lettering with their own eyes, most people would think it was 3D printing.

Some contestants wanted to take it and watch it, but Jiang Yin didn't let it go, and just let the small and exquisite mooncake nest in the place where he felt most at ease.

"Private order?" Facing a group of adoring gazes, Jiang Yin replied flatly: "The stall is closed."

It is a straightforward expression of the meaning of not doing it.

Everyone sighed with unacceptable regret, and some people did not give up: "When will it reopen? Is Father Yin accepting apprentices?"

Jiang Yin shook his head: "Look at fate."

Then it seemed to answer the second question: "Take. Take one, it depends on the person."

The contestants became excited and signed up for the election one after another.

There are also people with a clear perspective, staring at the words on the moon cakes, and tentatively asking: "Brother Yin, what is the word you made..."

When Ji Chumiao walked back with the stuffing, he saw many people surrounding Jiang Yin, rushing to say, "See if I can do it."

Ji Chumiao looked surprised, and managed to squeeze back to her table.

He just put down the materials he took, and there was an extra hand in front of him.

Ji Chumiao's lips were sealed, and it felt icy cold to the touch.

Surprised, he lowered his eyes and saw that Jiang Yin had gagged him with snow skin mooncakes.

The same trick?

This guy thought he was him, and was afraid of this stuff and that stuff.

Ji Chumiao was embarrassed, after all, he ate the mooncake that Jiang Yin touched.

But being "provoked" right now, he couldn't care less about anything else.

He kept on doing it, opened his teeth, took a bite, and took the mooncake out of Jiang Yin's hand.

While chewing, they also looked at each other face to face.

The onlookers let out a cry of regret.

"Give us one more look!"

"Brother Miao, why did you just eat it like this?"

The director team also took pictures in the background.

"I haven't taken a close-up yet!"

"Jiang Yin even said that he would not do it again, so why not be smart about photography and shoot first?"

Ji Chumiao's cheeks puffed up, like a little squirrel that had successfully hoarded food, and his speech was vague: "...Huh? What?"

The main dancer looked bewildered, he didn't know that there were thousands of groundhogs on the live channel.

At the end of the evening activities, the contestants put the snowy mooncakes they made by themselves into the refrigerator, and then went back to the dormitory together.

Ji Chumiao was a little absent-minded, and followed Yi Jiayi nonchalantly, not even paying attention to the camera.

Just now everyone crowded in the corridor to deliver moon cakes, someone told him.

What Jiang Yin did was his name.

Although there are back and forth in the form, they are almost the same.But he always felt that Jiang Yin's actions were not purely for revenge on him.

It can't even be called revenge.

Ji Chumiao thought that Jiang Yin would follow his example and try to scare him back by "selling dog meat on a sheep's pedestal".

But there is no problem with moon cakes.

Why did Jiang Yin engrave his name specially?

As if separated by a layer of veil, Ji Chumiao was a little at a loss as she couldn't figure it out.

He reached out and touched his head, avoiding the camera, and approached Yi Jiayi: "Second, you have heard a word called... what is it?"

Yi Jiayi was also confused: "What?"

"It's good for you all of a sudden." Ji Chumiao struggled to describe: "What policy?"

"Policy of softness?" Yi Jiayi speculated.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Ji Chumiao felt his thoughts suddenly clear up: "Tell me."

"Why do you ask this?" Yi Jiayi took out his phone and began to check the information: "I suddenly treat you well, but I want something. In history, rewards and kisses are often used to make the other party submit."

Ji Chumiao narrowed her eyes, thinking that this explanation was reasonable.

tip?submission?

Use moon cakes to curry favor and let him be your younger brother?

Think beautifully.

As long as he wondered about Jiang Yin's intentions, Ji Chumiao felt like he was hanging in the air, unable to get up or down.

He was eager to find a reasonable explanation, and the more he thought about it, the more reasonable he felt.

He took advantage of the night to quietly look at Jiang Yin.

In September in Yangcheng, the autumn tiger came, and the night was very warm.

The man with broad shoulders and long legs took off his coat and hung it on his shoulders.All the cuff buttons on his wrists were unbuttoned, and the cuffs were pushed up to his elbows, revealing his white and strong forearms. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked very casually.

Ji Chumiao tugged at the neckline, feeling hot for no reason.

Perhaps it is really a soft policy.

he thinks.

In the early morning of the next day, before dawn, Ji Chumiao woke up to the cheers of the players in the same dormitory.

After a round of elimination, the number of people dropped sharply, but Class C is still shared by many people.Ji Chumiao lives with the Omega of Class C, and the rest of them chatter like butterflies, but Ji Chumiao is better than A.

He dragged himself to the window to look out, only to find that on the other side of the film and television base, there was an area arranged in the style of an antique Jiangnan town.

I don't know how the program group did it. It changed the look of the venue overnight without making any noise.

"Students, please change into your new clothes within 3 minutes! See you in the auditorium!" The announcement sounded in the corridor.

Ji Chumiao could hear the booing from upstairs and downstairs in the dormitory.

Other Omegas change clothes very quickly, but everyone's style is relatively simple and easy to wear.

Ji Chumiao is different, he has a three-piece suit, and when he puts on his cloak, almost everyone in the dormitory has left.

The long-legged boy tugged at the edge of his cloak, and ran out of the dormitory building in big strides.

Holding the lens in his hand, the photographer felt that Ji Chumiao seemed to be blown by a gust of wind, bringing a bright red.

The chasing boy held the hem of his skirt in one hand and the edge of his cloak in the other, and ran wildly across the road.

The cloak was blown up by the wind and fluttered.

The picture is momentarily beautiful.

Of course, if you don't listen to the boy's heavy breathing.

The runners and staff who were running together couldn't take their eyes off it.

Almost delayed his way.

There was a distance between the auditorium and the dormitory building, and the radio began to announce the countdown to the last ten seconds.

Ji Chumiao ran until her eyes turned black.

Seeing that the entrance to the auditorium was getting closer, Ji Chumiao dared not relax.

He couldn't even see the situation at the door clearly, he could only vaguely see that someone was also entering.

He was so fast that he rushed to the door of the auditorium and couldn't stop the car at all.

He stepped on his feet, staggered and flew forward, and only had time to shout: "Brother, give up!"

The side door of the auditorium is not wide enough to allow one or two people to pass side by side.

The person in front suddenly turned around and was hit hard.

The two fell forward together.

Ji Chumiao thumped, knocking the person heavily to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, he only felt that the chest of the person beneath him was thick and comfortable.

The black official uniform is stacked with the red cloak.

The golden lines melt into one piece, as if in a painting.

Then the runners noticed that the front was out of shape, and shouted, signaling to the front to avoid.

Jiang Yin was under pressure.

He reacted quickly, raised his arms to hug the person on him, and rolled to the side on the spot, narrowly avoiding the person coming from behind.

When the photographer came with the camera, he saw that the two hugged each other tightly and didn't get up for a long time.

The one at the bottom hugged tightly, while the one at the top struggled to get up, tripped over the big Hanfu again, and fell back.

The two were lying at the entrance of the auditorium, surrounded by onlookers.