Idol and I are the hottest in the whole network [Entertainment]

The day after tomorrow Beijing Suburb Studio.

Yan Si drove out early in the morning. Xie Zhi had a sore back and legs, and he was not in good spirits. Instead of sitting in the co-pilot, he wrapped himself in a blanket and slept in the back of the SUV until Yan Si told him to get out of the car and woke up. After a while, he slowly got out of the car.

Yan Si had already been caught by Ji Zeyang who had been waiting for a long time, Xie Zhi locked the car by himself, and went in to wait.

Xie Zhi stepped on the ground, and after walking a few steps, the only feeling he felt was——everything hurts.

The walking posture that is usually very familiar now causes unspeakable pain. Xie Zhi dawdled by the side of the car, changed several postures, and finally found a slightly better one.

Just as Xie Zhi took two steps, there was the sound of driving behind him, a car stopped, and someone opened the door and jumped out of the car.

"Okay." Wang Ping's voice came from behind Xie Zhi, "You don't need to pick me up, go back and read the script by yourself..."

Wang Ping explained a few words to Ji Zao who sent him here, and when he turned around, he saw Xie Zhi walking in front of him—one foot on his feet, limping cautiously.

Wang Ping: "..."

Wang Ping was so familiar with this walking posture that he couldn't be more familiar with it. He used to walk like this by himself, and suddenly he watched others walk like this...

Cough, fresh.

"Xie Zhi." Wang Ping watched Xie Zhi take a few steps, raised his hand to call him, and walked over.

"Brother Wang Ping." Xie Zhi turned his head, stood with his back supported, smiled while enduring the soreness in his waist, and pointed in the direction where Yan Si disappeared, "Well, Brother Zeyang caught Brother Yan Si just now, do you want to?" past?"

"No hurry." Wang Ping grabbed Xie Zhi's arm and supported him very familiarly, "Are you not familiar with this place? I'll take you in first and find a place to sit."

Wang Ping sympathized with Xie Zhi very much, and dragged him into the studio where he had already set up a rooftop set.

The best viewing area is of course near the director's location. When Wang Ping helped Xie Zhi go, the director was busy next to the monitor, checking the progress of today's shooting.

"Hey." Wang Ping went over and patted the director on the shoulder.

The director turned his head. There was a big unshaven beard on his face, but he was still very young from the eyes. He looked Wang Ping up and down, patted Wang Ping's shoulder, and said loudly: "Hey!"

Xie Zhi: "..."

"Who is this?" The director and Wang Ping are obviously very familiar, and they didn't exchange much greetings. They glanced at Xie Zhi, who Wang Ping was carrying, "Have you added a newcomer to your turn?"

Wang Ping: "As a practitioner in the entertainment industry, don't you think you are too outdated?"

Director: "?? What do you mean?"

Wang Ping patted Xie Zhi's head, hugged him in his arms, and asked the director to look at him: "Are you sure you don't recognize him? This face—a good-looking CP?"

"Oh oh!!!" The director finally came to his senses and reached out to hold Xie Zhi, "It's you—this year's Nortel No.1!"

To be honest, the director really doesn't know the good-looking CP of Xie Zhi. He has been obsessed with photography technology for many years, and he is probably more familiar with Canon 5d3 components than the CP of the entertainment industry.

But he still knows Xie Zhi, the genius boy who turned out to be born this year, and several screenwriter friends in his circle of friends are almost blowing him up.

"It's a pleasure to meet you!" The director enthusiastically grabbed Xie Zhi's hand and shook it up and down, "I read your book and liked it very much——I have many ideas for shooting!"

"Thank you, thank you director." Xie Zhi was shaken up and down by the director, and he felt like he was about to fall apart - he only did it six times last night, today Xie Zhi really couldn't stand any external impact.

Looking at the tottering Xie Zhi, Wang Ping felt empathy, and quickly rescued him from the director's clutches, pulling him back.

"Alright director." Wang Ping smiled, "Is there anyone sitting on the folding chair over there?"

"Huh?" The director was still excited to see Xie Zhibenzhi, and when it came to the folding chair, he lost interest, "Who knows, no one will sit on it for you."

Now that the director said so, Wang Ping boldly occupied the folding chair, personally helped Xie Zhi move it to the best viewing seat, and then opened it for him.

"Wait." Just as Xie Zhi was about to sit down, Wang Ping made another stop gesture, looked around the studio, and hurried away. Not long after, he hurried back with a cushion and threw it on the folding chair, "Okay, Now sit down."

Xie Zhi: "..."

What's the meaning! ! !

What does it mean to get a mat! ! !

Xie Zhi's ears seemed to be scalded by boiling water, and instantly turned red. Xie Zhi looked at the cushion, then at Wang Ping, licked his lips, and stammered: "My - the cushion, uh - sick ...is sick."

"I know." Wang Ping gently pushed Xie Zhi onto the chair, let him sit down, then squatted beside him, blinking his eyes, "It's a kind of disease, what should I do if my boyfriend is too strong?" .”

This time, Xie Zhi not only burned his ears, but also the end of his eyes. Both places were red enough to bleed, and he looked at Wang Ping inexplicably.

Then, Xie Zhi saw——

Wang Ping's neck, which was wearing a round neck T-shirt, also turned red, and then went up, slowly, all the way to his forehead.

The whole person is powdered.

"Ahhhh! What I mean is!" Wang Ping highlighted Xie Zhi, "I'm usually the one who takes care of Ji Zou like this!! Strong, I'm strong, understand???"

"Understood." Xie Zhi nodded quickly.

Wang Ping wanted to explain to Xie Zhi a few words about his status at home, but Xie Zhi's cell phone rang, and Xie Zhi turned on the phone—Yan Si called.

When Xie Zhi answered the phone, he waved to Wang Ping and said nothing, and then said to the phone, "Hello."

"Where are you?" Yan Si's voice was a little anxious, "Why did you disappear when you turned around?"

"I'm at the director's side. Brother Wang Ping picked me up just now."

"Wang Ping?" Yan Si paused and thought for a while, "Okay, then I'll come and find you."

After Yan Si finished speaking, he hung up the phone. A few minutes later, Yan Si appeared next to the chair where Xie Zhi was sitting, glanced at the cushion under him, and helped him find two or three more pillows for his waist and hands. , then put the schoolbag he had been carrying next to Xie Zhi, and went to the dressing room.

When Yan Si entered, Wang Ping was already sitting by the window seat, listening to ghost music at station b, while letting the makeup artist paint on it.

The singing of "I am your father~" echoed throughout the dressing room.

Yan Si walked to a seat next to Wang Ping and sat down, saying, "Thank you."

Wang Ping's mobile phone just made the last trill of the word "Dad". Wang Ping, who was holding the mobile phone, turned his neck stiffly and asked, "Ah...?"

"Xie Zhi, mat." Yan Si said, "I didn't see it, son, you are quite careful."

"That's right." Wang Ping cocked his tail and began to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf, "Your father and I usually take care of our family Ji Zou like this."

The makeup artist silently stuffed the airpods into his ears—I couldn't hear, I really couldn't hear, some gossips were too much, and they were going to be forked out of the circle.

Wang Ping, the big-tailed wolf, didn't pretend enough, and made it seem like it was real, and said: "To be honest, you can't ask for so much at once. What if you bully people badly? You can't rely on your family's Xie Zhi's temper." Well, if you don’t get angry with you, just play around.”

"Xie Zhi..." Yan Si frowned slightly, "Will you be angry because of this?"

"I don't know." Wang Ping denied it categorically, and continued to boast against the truth, "Anyway, my scale is appropriate and the number of times is appropriate. Ji Zuo has never been angry with me."

Yan Si: "..."

The scale is inappropriate, the number of times is inappropriate, Yan Si turned his head, facing the bright light on the vanity mirror, and fell into deep thought.

Turnon went to make up, Ji Zeyang drove away, the director made the final lighting and set adjustments, everyone in the whole studio was busy, only Xie Zhi was idle, playing with his mobile phone in a folding chair.

Xie Zhi wore a pair of suit pants and a white shirt today, with his calves folded and propped forward casually. When he was playing with his mobile phone, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if strangers were not allowed to enter.

"Look, look." A small group of female staff who had nothing to do for the time being gathered together for breakfast, and looked at Xie Zhi who was sitting on a folding chair, "That's the screenwriter for this time."

"It's so different from the screenwriters I worked with before..." A female staff member stared at her, "So handsome, and so young."

"But it's so cold, I haven't even laughed." Another person took a bite of the pig's tenderloin, "Isn't it difficult to get along with?"

Everyone coveted Xie Zhi's beauty, but no one dared to go there rashly. Only the logistics staff went to bring Xie Zhi a glass of water, held it with both hands, and respected it very much-after all, this is the big screenwriter who wrote the script today, with a layer of gold rim, shining Shine; Those who have never had a good-looking CP only know Xie Zhi's identity as a screenwriter, and respect him with a little awe.

Xie Zhi didn't know this, took the water calmly, said thank you, opened the backpack that Yan Si brought to him just now, and took out the Mac inside.

After connecting to a hotspot and logging into QQ, Xie Zhi received 99+ messages from several groups as soon as he went up.

They are all groups of support projects mentioned by Box and Xie Zhi before—this time, Yan Si’s support group has more than a dozen projects, and Xie Zhi alone has participated in 6 of them. The LED screens in popular business districts will definitely include Yes, but there are also a series of exterior walls of the core buildings of the CBD, flower walls outside the venues, bus stop signs, memory museums, etc. As long as there is a copywriting, Xie Zhi needs to write it.

Xie Zhi first wrote the copywriting for the LED screen and the bus stop sign. As soon as he submitted it, he saw the avatar of the box flashing in the lower right corner.

Xie Zhi opened the chat box of the box.

Box: [Ah cool, the copywriting written by the master is awesome!We all exploded! 】

Do this: 【Shy (w)】

Box: [It's a bit offensive to say, there is a project I want to tell you, but I haven't decided whether to say it or not. 】

Do this: [What's wrong?Sound serious? 】

Box: [emmmm, you don't dislike turnon, do you? 】

Xie Zhi: "..."

Xie Zhi raised his head, glanced at a group of big boys bouncing around in the shed in front of him, lowered his head, and sent a message to the box.

Xie Zhi: [Of course not, the essence is too strict. 】

Box: [Oh oh oh oh oh that's good! 】

Box: [Also, there is no Du Wei in the prince group. 】

Box: [That's it. I have a group project in hand and I'm looking for a copywriter. If you have time, can you help them write? 】

Box: [They covered all the LED screens outside the venue, just want the copywriting to be more refined. 】

Hold on to this: [Okay, I'll help them write. 】

Xie Zhi had just agreed to the request to play the box, and before he had time to see what kind of group he was drawn into, he heard the director call for a break.

Under the spotlight, Yan Si took the tissue from his assistant, wiped his sweat, and walked towards Xie Zhi.

Xie Zhi frantically opened a word, typed the theme given by Bai Hanmo, and pretended: "I am doing my homework seriously."

Yan Si came over, pulled a chair, sat next to Xie Zhi, glanced at his computer screen, and asked, "Teacher Bai's homework? Has the theme been set this time?"

"not yet."

I've been working on the support copywriting just now, and it will be a ghost again if I can set the theme!

"That." Xie Zhi thought about it, and found a reason for his blankness, "After all, the teachers have very high requirements for the manuscript this time..."

"Yes." Yan Si nodded, "It is indeed necessary to find slowly."

After Yan Si said this, he looked down at his crossed hands—in the dressing room just now, Yan Si basically sat like this.

Wang Ping is probably talking about his own lessons learned, such as Wang Ping's cruelty to Ji Zou and Ji Zou getting angry with him.

For some reason, Yan Si suddenly thought of the question given by the teacher in the third Nortel test a few months ago, so... If Xie Zhi really kicked him out one day, could it be because...too much?

The feeling of two people being together is very good, but it is also the first time for Yan Si and Xie Zhi. Yan Si doesn't understand what is the appropriate scale and the appropriate number of times.

Xie Zhi was still nervous about the support group he was running, and after quickly shutting down the computer at the speed of typing a script, Xie Zhi looked up and saw Yan Si sitting next to him with his head down.

The hairspray on the top of Yan Si's head didn't seem to be fixed properly, and now a lock was hanging down, matching Yan Si's drooping eyes, it seemed that he...was a bit pitiful.

"What's wrong?" Xie Zhi hurriedly put the computer aside, leaned over to look at Yan Si.

Just as Xie Zhi moved, his sore waist was pulled, and he couldn't help making a "hiss".

Yan Si noticed the "hiss", stood up quickly, went around to Xie Zhi's left side, squatted down, pressed Xie Zhi's waist and rubbed it.

"Does it hurt?" Yan Si raised his eyes, frowned, and stared at Xie Zhi.

"..."

To be honest, it was not very easy, but Yan Si's eyes were so pitiful, like a big golden retriever about to be abandoned by its owner.

"It doesn't hurt much." Xie Zhi shook his head, "Don't worry about it."

"How could it not hurt? You are..." Yan Si frowned, "Next time... I promise to do less."

"Why do you have to do less?" Xie Zhi was a little puzzled.

"I'm afraid you won't feel well..." Yan Si whispered.

Xie Zhi sat there, watching Yan Si squatting on the ground, his white shirt stretched into tiny folds, and there seemed to be a golden-haired tail on his back, with the tip of the tail hanging down, dangling in the air.

Xie Zhi couldn't touch the tail, but he could touch Yan Si's head.

"It's not uncomfortable. My boyfriend has good skills, and... anyway, he's very good." Xie Zhi touched Yan Si's head, and his ears were a little red again, "I like it very much."

"I like that...it's all about you." Xie Zhi's ears became redder and redder, "I like it...you are mine."

Why talk about this in public! ! !

Xie Zhi bit his tongue in remorse, almost wanting to pass out—just pretend that the person who said this was not Xie Zhi, Xie Zhi couldn't say such a thing in public.

But the brows of the big golden hair that were wilting just now stretched out in an instant.

Yan Si smiled wide-eyed, stood up, took a sip from Xie Zhi's water glass, then turned the side where his lips were stuck to Xie Zhi, handed it to his lips, and lightly touched his lips.

The whole set was full of people coming and going, and the only director who was very close was looking at the material with his back to the two of them.

Yan Si picked up the water glass, took another sip by himself, and smiled at Xie Zhi: "I see."

Knowing that he knew, Yan Si also knew that he had gone too far the night before, and after returning home after filming the studio part, he just made Xie Zhi feel comfortable, and did not continue any further intimacy.

The next day, I had to go to a street dedicated to shooting to shoot the exterior part of this concept film.

Going out on location in summer is simply not something one should experience. Yan Si originally wanted Xie Zhi to stay at home, but as a screenwriter, Xie Zhi insisted on shooting concept films with Yan Si.

After arriving at the scene, the director first divided the turnon into two teams, Wang Ping and Yan Si's scenes were near, and they got together to shoot together first, and the remaining three walked the scene by themselves to practice.

Bi Fang walked on the empty street and practiced his movements seriously. After half an hour, his mentality completely collapsed.

"I'm a singer, singing and dancing, right?" Bi Fang was so sun-baked that he doubted his life, and when he grabbed Bai Yi'an, he shook for a while, "I don't know how to act, it's normal, right?"

"It's normal." Bai Yi'an, who was also a fallen man, had a runny nose and tears, "Captain, let me tell you the truth, I don't know how to act either."

"Heh." Zhou Qixuan smiled coldly.

"What are you laughing at?" Bi Fang turned around and grabbed him, "Could it be that you know how to act."

"Of course." Zhou Qixuan said honestly, "No."

No, you still say a fart!

Bi Fang and Bai Yi'an rolled their eyes in unison, and then sighed in unison.

"What should we do now?" Bai Yi'an asked Bi Fang, "We practice by ourselves, and we can't do it at all."

"Ask me, can I have a solution?" Bi Fang was incapable and furious, pointing to a pile of machines on the bridge not far away, "The two talents who are best at acting in this group are currently poking there .”

"Including but not limited to directors who can guide actors." Zhou Qixuan looked at the direction Bi Fang pointed, and added the last one.

"Hey!!!" This time the three of them sighed together.

It was close to noon, the sun was shining directly, and there were no shadows. The three naked people poked on the ground, becoming three poor sculptures.

The male idol of the well-known idol group was defeated by acting and had no choice but to fall to the streets. How miserable it is, how miserable it is.

"Hey, that's right!" Zhou Qixuan suddenly realized, pointing to the umbrella shed not far away, "We...how about asking Xie Bian?"

Xie Zhi is sitting under the umbrella at the moment, holding a Mac in his hand, carefully revising the copywriting of the support project of the group support club - just now he wanted to shoot with Yan Si, but Yan Si took a look at the unobstructed Tianqiao cut off all room for discussion and left Xie Zhi in the umbrella shed.

It also became the last straw for the three statues.

"Ask editor Xie, it's not impossible." Bi Fang still had a sliver of reason.

"But." Bai Yi'an put his palm horizontally on his neck and made a movement of wiping his neck, "If Xiao Yan knew that we approached Xie Bian for no reason, would he put us..."

"..." Zhou Qixuan was silent, and it took a long time before he resisted weakly, "Well, the performance thing, can it be called without reason..."

Although, it's still a bit...

The three statues were still struggling, but suddenly felt a coolness around them. Zhou Qixuan turned around and saw Xie Zhi walking beside them with a pack of drink bags that were still emitting white smoke.

"What's the matter...?" Xie Zhi only saw three people poking here when he was getting takeaway, "Would you like some water?"

Bai Yi'an looked at the water, and then at Xie Zhi, his eyes were moist - sending charcoal in winter and ice in summer, what kind of angel is this! ! !Yan Si, in his last life, he probably prevented the earth from being attacked by the two-way foil, so that he could find someone like Xie Zhi! ! !

"Thank you." Bai Yi'an took the milk tea with tears in his eyes, "You must save us!!!"

"What's the situation?? Tell me, I will help if I can."

After Xie Zhi said so, the three of them stopped coddling and explained to Xie Zhi the desperate situation that they couldn't act.

After hearing their situation, Xie Zhi finally said, "I don't know how to direct actors."

Bi Fang: "You must!!"

Xie Zhi couldn't laugh or cry: "Really not—but, I can help you sort out what this character is thinking in his heart. Maybe acting like this will get twice the result with half the effort."

In fact, it is through sorting out the biographies of the characters to establish a connection between the actors and the characters. Xie Zhi has already done this for Yan Si, and it is not difficult at all.

What's more, Xie Zhi's script was originally created based on the real personalities of Turnon and the others. In fact, it is easy for them to get started with a little explanation.

Xie Zhi didn't speak a few words to everyone, everyone understood and nodded repeatedly.

"It turns out to be like this." Bi Fang said, "It feels like it's what I would say—but it's not that similar, and I don't know how to express it."

"Then don't express it?" Xie Zhi took out his mobile phone and suggested, "Do you want to walk around? I'll help you film it once, and you should be fine."

"Of course!" It was not Bi Fang who answered Xie Zhi, but Bai Yi'an, and Bai Yi'an rushed to Xie Zhi's side and said positively, "Editor Xie, take a rest, I'll do the filming——I can take the next scene." And receive guidance?"

Xie Zhi: "I don't know how to guide..."

"Respect the old and love the young, okay?" Zhou Qixuan snatched the phone over, "Editor Xie, I'm older than him, I think I can be next."

"Hey you—"

On the flyover, Wang Ping's role came to an end for the time being. Just after the show ended, he saw Yan Si leaning against the railing of the flyover, looking down at something.

Wang Ping leaned over, just in time to see the scene where Bai Yi'an snatched the phone back.

"What are they doing?" Wang Ping asked.

"I don't know." Yan Si didn't know what this sentence was, and he didn't know whether it was true or not, but he finally said, "I only know one thing."

Wang Ping was dumbfounded by the sun, and followed Yan Si's train of thought: "What's the matter?"

"My boyfriend." Yan Si smiled, "Very powerful."

Wang Ping was left speechless by Yan Si's show dog show, and it happened that the director and his party had packed up their things, and everyone went down together to film the part of the remaining three people.

"Are you ready?" The director directed the camera to set up the machine, and walked to the four people who surrounded him.

Zhou Qixuan had just finished watching the video of himself acting, put his phone away, and said confidently, "It's almost there."

"Okay." Seeing their expressions, the director felt a little more relaxed, "Hurry up and start when you're ready, we'll try to take a few fewer shots, and let's do it all at once."

While speaking, the director's machine was also set up. The three of them held drink cups in their hands. Xie Zhi helped them pack the bags and walked to Yan Si and Wang Ping with them.

"I bought it for you..." Xie Zhi originally wanted to invite the two of them to have a drink, but the words were ordinary, but he stopped very abruptly; the stuck Xie Zhi looked towards the umbrella shed stiffly—the drink he ordered just now was delivered The rest of the drinks are placed next to the umbrella canopy. As time goes by and the slope of the sun changes, almost all drinks are now exposed to the sun.

Not to mention hoping that the drink will still be a little cold, it is estimated that it has been heated into warm water.

"Wow!" Wang Ping went crazy when he saw the drink, strode over, picked up a cup of succulent grapes from the ground, and inserted the straw first, "This succulent grape is here!"

Xie Zhi raised his hand to stop it, but Wang Ping had already moved close to the straw and took a big sip. It was a big sip, and he drank half a cup in one gulp.

"It's all hot..." Xie Zhi couldn't laugh or cry.

"It's hot and healthy." Wang Ping shook the remaining half of the bottle of succulent grapes, and the purple liquid dangled in it, "For a high-quality singer like me, it is my professionalism to drink warm water in summer. ?”

If I remember correctly...

Brother Wang Ping seems to be a dancer.

No matter what Wang Ping was worried about, he drank it himself, and he still remembered that there were two people who had no water to drink, so they randomly picked two cups of Zhizhi berry and meaty pomegranate on the ground and sent them to Yan Si Xie Zhi, and changed to a shade In the place, continue to watch teammates filming.

Yan Si stuffed the straw into Zhizhi Berry, raised it to Xie Zhi's mouth, and fed him a mouthful first.

The two of them had a drink each, and stood under the shadow of a tree. After all, there were so many people on the set, the two of them didn't hold hands, but just leaned against each other.

Yan Si focused on watching the scene of Bai Yi'an's acting not far away, and suddenly slowly raised his hand, stretched it behind Xie Zhi's back, and finally covered the top of Xie Zhi's head, and gently rubbed the top of his head.

"My little friend." Yan Si put his lips against the straw, his tone filled with emotion, "Why am I so reluctant...you've grown up."

The current Xie Zhi is no longer the little squad leader who couldn't even manage a small class sports meeting; that Xie Zhi stayed on the timeline of the past and was also treasured in Yan Si's heart.

But Yan Si has no regrets.

Xie Zhi looked at Yan Si, but didn't speak. After a while, Yan Si felt his little finger get heavy, and something wrapped around it.

Xie Zhi's little finger was entangled with Yan Si's little finger, and they swayed a few times in a corner where no one cared.

"it is good!"

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, the director finished shooting the last scene, smiling so hard that his face was dying, he went to shake hands with Bi Fang.

"It's great." The director didn't hesitate to praise himself, "Your troupe is really talented in acting."

Bi Fang: "No, it's just that the foreign aid is strong enough."

"No matter what the reason is!" The director patted Bi Fang's arm, and went back to pack his things, "Thank you for your hard work, not working overtime tonight is due to everyone's hard work - I will go back to edit the film by myself, everyone has worked hard , have a good night's rest!"

There were voices of "The director has worked hard" and "Thank you director" one after another on the set, and after a while, the staff left by car, leaving only a few people from Turnon.

Ji Zeyang is not here, the assistant is off work, and the wild child is free to go crazy.

"Thank you." Bai Yi'an took out the drink he hadn't finished before, and went around to Xie Zhi's side, "Shall we go for some skewers?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes." Bi Fang immediately said, "No one is allowed to leave, all of them are going to have sex!"

"Okay." Yan Si put Xie Zhi's shoulders on his shoulders, and said generously, "I'm treating guests, and you can choose whatever place you want."

All: "!!!"

Now that Yan Si has said so, it would be shameful not to kill him, so after repeated consideration and careful consideration, Turnon decided——

A string of incense in Sanlitun.

Sitting in the private room with strings of incense, Yan Si took a look at the label "5 cents for meat and vegetables" pasted on the wooden wall, and said involuntarily, "...that's it?"

"What's the matter?" Zhou Qixuan asked while distributing beer to everyone present in order, and finally, everyone put a large glass of iced beer in front of them.

As soon as the beer was divided, the waiter came in with the skewers that he had brought out for them. The five big plates of skewers were all meat. Bai Yian put all the skewers into the pot vertically. The hot pot can be eaten with a slurp, and the spicy hot pot It is the best to eat with chili noodles after cooking.

The five large plates of meat were not enough to eat, so everyone wiped them out immediately, and continued for two more plates. After three rounds of wine, they slowed down and chatted.

"To tell the truth." Bai Yi'an got a little drunk, holding the bottle and murmured to Xie Zhi, "When I heard about Xie Zhi before, I thought...well, Xie Zhi is Yan Si's boyfriend... It's just a boyfriend."

"Hey." Zhou Qixuan clapped his hands with Bai Yi'an from the air, "I think so too, but now I feel... hiccup, thank you for being mighty!"

"Xie Bian is super super mighty!!!" Bi Fang burst into tears after drinking, with genuine emotion.

"Actually..." Xie Zhi didn't drink much today, "Then you can still think that I'm Yan Si's boyfriend."

Yan Sizheng grabbed a handful of treasures in his palm and pulled them into Xie Zhi. Hearing this, he raised his head and glanced at Xie Zhi.

Xie Zhi continued: "In my heart, there is no title in the world that moves my heart more than 'Yan Si's Boyfriend' and makes me want to fight for it."

Yan Si smiled, continued with his hands stopped, put all those palm treasures into Xie Zhi's bowl, threw away the bamboo sticks, put down the chopsticks, and wiped his hands with a piece of paper.

then.

In front of all the members present, Yan Si turned his head to the side and kissed Xie Zhi's lips lightly.

It was a kiss full of alcohol, Xie Zhi's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked around in disbelief at the other turnon members who were also stunned.

The instigator didn't care. After kissing, he was still unsatisfied, and kissed again. Then he raised his head and threw away the paper to wipe his hands just now.

"I actually think the same as you." Yan Si looked at Xie Zhi and said with a smile, "There is no title that requires more effort and is more worth fighting for than 'Xie Zhi's Boyfriend'.

The author has something to say: Others will judge us on the basis of their achievements.

But Nortel No. [-] is for you, and the name of genius is for you.

The name I want most in the world is nothing more than "your boyfriend".

btw Xiaozhi, don't spoil him all the time [pat the table]