The Marshal's Lady of the Actor [Interstellar]

Sending off two friends one after another in one day, one of them is the system who has been by his side all the time for 11 years, even Xiao Wutong can't help but feel a little lonely.

After hanging out with his senior brother for a few more days, Xiao Wutong, who was too idle to panic, finally remembered that he was still a student, so he packed up and saluted, and slipped out while Qi Chen was going out.

The Capital Comprehensive College is as lively as ever, and the pain caused by the Xingmang tragedy is gradually being healed by time. Now, except for the mech training field that is being rebuilt, there are not many traces.

Xiao Wutong lifted the small bag in his hand and walked into the dormitory building of the Department of Film and Television.

In the past half a year, he showed that he was busy with acting, and later moved into Qi Chen's home for various reasons. This dormitory has not been back for a long time, so it seems strange.

Walking into the room, the first thing you see is the huge poster of Mr. Feng.

The feeling of strangeness was instantly dispelled by the poster.

Xiao Wutong couldn't help laughing.

He still remembers the turbulent daily life when he was in school. At that time, he always felt that it was really troublesome to have a group of friends who were desperately trying to squeeze in front of the camera. Now, even he himself has become the best actor.

The dormitory was quiet, and the partners seemed to be still in class, Xiao Wutong approached the poster, stroking Mr. Feng, who was half a person tall, with his fingers.

Mr. Feng is like a phoenix. He is mysterious and noble. He is an existence that no one dares to look up to. It is like a dream in the world.

The huge cloak and gloves wrapped him tightly, leaving no part of his skin.

Mr. Feng is like this cloak and gloves to Xiao Wutong.

They wrapped him tightly, gave him a small private space, but allowed him to release his brilliance.

Does Xiao Wutong like to stand in front of the camera?

He didn't know it himself.

Even now, despite Mr. Feng's coat, the word Xiao Wutong is known to everyone along with the film king's crown, but he still can't distinguish his heart.

But I should like it.

Mr. Feng on the poster is dressed in pitch black, with repeated alchemy patterns imprinted on the edge of the hood. Even with such a simple attire, it is still the most eye-catching center of the whole picture.

Xiao Wutong withdrew his hand, he stood a little further away and looked at his poster, and suddenly remembered something.

He took out the optical computer and opened the login interface of the music network.

Mr. Feng's large characters were clearly written in the box of the user name.

But this time, Xiao Wutong didn't want to log in, he just wanted to see it.

The system is gone, and the phoenix should go with it.

Xiao Wutong glanced at his poster for the last time. This poster, which was produced by the system on its own initiative, seemed to be the only souvenir left by the other party at this moment.

He took a deep breath and was about to close the interface.

But suddenly there was a huge impact from behind.

Chi Le's cheerful voice rang beside her ears.

"Wu! Tong! You are finally back!"

Xiao Wutong's body shook, and he watched helplessly as his fingers deviated a few inches to the side, and he pressed the landing button directly.

The response speed of the music network seems to be faster than it is now. Almost instantly, the interface displays the words "Successful login".

Oops!

Xiao Wutong was about to break out in a cold sweat.

The brat Chi Le was still lying on his back and yelling, Xiao Wutong was so loud that he wanted to drag him down and beat him into the air.

asshole!Who told you to walk silently!Who told you to pounce on others!

I don't know that Lao Tzu's optical brain is not guarded by the system now, so it can be cracked in minutes!

The world has three things that impress Mr. Feng the most.

Cloaks, masks, and IP addresses that are always 0.

He is so mysterious, he is stingy in revealing any information about himself to others, but what makes people gnash their teeth is that his secrecy measures are always so strict and effective.

Even if the world's most powerful hackers gather together, there is no way to crack Mr. Feng's iron wall.

But this does not prevent people from always paying attention to Mr. Feng's account dynamics on the music website, and today, they received a huge surprise.

Mr. Feng has logged in.

I don't know how many hackers got the news in an instant. While looking forward to the upcoming new song, they checked the IP.

The expected new song was not found, but new information popped up from an IP that had never been thought of.

a specific address.

etc!not 0? !

Mr. Feng's account was hacked?

nonexistent!

What are you waiting for!

Check it out now!

Xiao Wutong, who has no system protection, is naked in front of hackers. In an instant, Central Star, Capital Comprehensive College, and the dormitory building of the Department of Film and Television were all investigated.

By the time Xiao Wutong turned on the optical brain tremblingly, his name had already been on the hot searches along with Mr. Feng.

I don't know how many people are frequently brushing this topic, and every second, tens of thousands of new messages pop up.

Without exception, they are all discussing one thing.

Who is Mr. Feng.

There is no doubt that Mr. Feng is Xiao Wutong.

Because this person's name has appeared in Mr. Feng's Weibo information twice.

Apart from being Xiao Wutong himself, what kind of explanation can there be?

Xiao Wutong's mind buzzed.

There are not too many reasons, just because Mr. Feng's identity is going to be exposed, he can't care about anything.

How can I prove that I have nothing to do with Mr. Feng.

Chi Le was puzzled, watching his face change from ugly to even uglier, he couldn't help asking: "Wu Tong, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Wutong said concisely: "Someone mistook Mr. Feng for me, I want to refute the rumor!"

"But, why do you want to refute the rumors?" Chi Le asked suspiciously, "Isn't it good to confess that I am Mr. Feng?"

Xiao Wutong's hand stopped, he raised his head to look at Chi Le, his eyes were full of surprise.

"Why do you think so?"

Chi Le said: "Isn't this the truth? On the contrary, it's you, why don't you admit that you are yourself?"

Yes, why not admit it?

He wasn't very concerned about whether Mr. Feng's identity would be exposed, but he had always maintained this mysterious identity.

It's an instinct, but not a necessity.

Xiao Wutong became quiet, he glanced at the communication, and then closed it.

"Because I don't want to use it anymore."

Xiao Wutong said solemnly.

He was not surprised that his roommates knew his identity, because Mr. Feng had already exposed enough problems with him.

He just wanted to make his point.

"The other person who created Mr. Feng has left. Mr. Feng is no longer the complete Mr. Feng. I hope that he can go with him."

"There's no reason for that!" Chi Le said naturally, "You don't know how many people in the world like Mr. Feng!"

"If you just leave like this, what will your fans do? You haven't updated for half a year!"

"Besides, if Mr. Feng really disappears, no one will know about your friend's existence, and no one will know about your hard work along the way."

"Are you willing to?"

Is he willing?

Xiao Wutong looked at the backstage of the music network, from three or four years ago to a year ago.

Mr. Feng has not started a live broadcast for a long time, and he has not uploaded a new song for a long time.

When the system is in place, the output frequency of new songs is always normal, once every two months.

It always maintains the existence of Mr. Feng so hard, and even though his mouth is full of disgust, he always makes new songs obediently.

Looking back now, it was a pretty good time.

He was reluctant.

The system has started a new journey, and he is about to start a new life.

Mr. Feng should not disappear.

And he's already thought of the perfect way to start.

Xiao Wutong stood up, hugged Chi Le, and left the dormitory under the blank expression of the other party.

He rushed into the barracks of the Ninth Army.

No one came to stop him, and the soldiers watched the boy pass through iron gates and rush into the heavily guarded main building.

He ran forward.

Brown pupils gleamed.

He ran all the way to Qi Chen's office.

Push away.

With a bang, the door hit the wall and bounced back slightly.

The people in the room looked over in surprise.

There seems to be a meeting going on here, with a dozen officers standing in it, discussing something around a star map.

Standing in the middle of them was Qi Chen.

"Sycamore?"

But at this time, even Qi Chen, who knew Xiao Wutong best, didn't know the secret of the other party's coming here.

Xiao Wutong let out a breath, and strode forward.

The people on both sides pushed back consciously, making way for Qi Chen.

He walked up to the man smoothly.

"Brother! Everyone outside is saying that I am Mr. Feng."

Well, this is a very serious question, do you need to block the news immediately?

Qi Chen looked down at his boy, thinking carefully.

But Xiao Wutong grabbed his hand and crossed his fingers.

Engagement rings reflect the light of a star chart.

The boy took a photo.

There are new developments on Mr. Feng's Weibo.

The fans who had been looking forward to it for a long time cheered up one by one, determined to find out the real body of Mr. Feng no matter what this time.

It's a pity that when they opened the news, they found that all the preparations they had made were in vain.

That's just a simple picture.

Two hands, one big and one small, held each other tightly, and the two familiar rings reflected the light of stars.

Let me re-introduce, I am the wife of the marshal.

—— Mr. Feng

The author has something to say: Xiao Wutong's letter:

good evening mom and dad

After saying that I am not sleepy

Brother took out a lot of snacks

full of food

Want sleep

Then he was hugged by his brother to the bed

so good night

Indus lie down!

wow qwq

Something is hiding in the pillow!

My head hurts! ! !