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

Look, some people insist on looking for something to talk about, and they will be shown to death.

Turnon was choked up speechless by the show, and once again deeply understood the hatefulness of the show couple, he could only continue to eat.

But no matter what, after this cooperation, Xie Zhi's identity in Turnon's heart has indeed changed from being a teammate's boyfriend and a talented screenwriter to a brother worthy of deep friendship and trust.

Every day after that, if Yan Si didn't bring Xie Zhi to the dance club to rehearse and have dinner with everyone, Yan Si would be strongly condemned by a group of people.

Xie Zhi could only cut the summer vacation into two halves, one half went to spend a leisurely vacation with Bai Hanmo, and the other half went to the dance club to train with Turnon.

It is said to be training, anyway, it is just sitting in the pile of snacks fed by everyone, eating snacks while writing the script.

Xie Zhi connects to hotspots and opens QQ every day. As soon as he goes online, he sees the information of the box popping up there.

Box: 【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.Level [-] Battle Ready! 】

Hold on to this: [Ollie! 】

"Xie Zhi." Yan Si's voice rang out the moment Xie Zhi had just finished "Oli Gi".

Xie Zhi subconsciously clicked the right button with his right hand on the mouse, and quit QQ very smoothly—but, just before he quit QQ, the box sent him a message, and a "didi" sounded very It was truncated strangely and resounded abruptly in the empty rest area.

Xie Zhi's back was covered with cold sweat, looking at Yan Si, his pupils flickered a few times.

"..." Yan Si subconsciously felt that something was wrong. Suddenly, he remembered the day when Xie Zhi was using the computer when he was shooting in the studio.

Xie Zhi: "..." To tell you the truth, yes.

In fact, telling Yan Si that he is his fan doesn't seem to be a big deal, but Xie Zhi still has concerns. If he really told Yan Si, would their relationship... still be as natural as it is now?

Emotions are fragile.

Xie Zhi didn't dare to look into Yan Si's eyes, and was very disturbed in his heart - if Yan Si insisted on asking, what should he say?Seriously?still……

"This matter." Yan Si's voice sounded, "Does it belong to one of the three secrets?"

Xie Zhi never expected that Yan Si asked this.

Xie Zhi slowly raised his eyes, looked at Yan Si, and nodded after a while.

"Okay." Yan Si smiled, "Then you don't have to tell me."

As Yan Si said, he walked up to Xie Zhi, pushed his screen, closed the whole mac, put it on a table, and pulled Xie Zhi up.

"Let's go." Yan Si held Xie Zhi by his arm, "The final version of the collaborative short video is out, let's enjoy it together?"

The dance club has a small projection room with a bunch of beanbag sofas on the floor. Everyone sits down casually and draws the curtains, then plays a short collaborative video on the projection screen.

At the beginning of the short video, Yan Si is holding a pile of documents, walking through the cubicles of the office in a state of desperation. When passing by a female colleague, he almost bumps into her. Yan Si turns around and his badge flies around in the air.

In the next shot, Wang Ping was wearing a McDonald's apron, and was being scolded by the supervisor without complaint; Bi Fang was running in the sun in a suit and leather shoes, sweating behind his back; Bai Yi'an took off his glasses and looked at a paper Zhou Qixuan, who appeared last, was riding a delivery cart with two kangaroo ears on his head.

The glamorous big star turned into a social animal, the screen went black, and the WeChat notification sounded, and the next moment, the shots of five people looking at their mobile phones were collaged together, and everyone threw away their work and walked out the door.

On the street, a girl took off her high-heeled shoes and held them in her hands. While crying, she walked forward with bare feet, her hair disheveled, and finally sat on the side of the road unbearably.

The girl wailed loudly, and then a glass of ice-cold Coke touched her side face, Zhou Qixuan sat down beside her, and smiled: "If you are really tired, take a rest before setting off."

In front of the desk in the middle of the night, the girl with the ponytail was buried behind a large pile of teaching materials, lying in the deep well formed by the piles of teaching materials, staring blankly at the night sky outside the window.

A dangling postcard folder climbed up the girl's window, Zhou Qixuan stuck out wearing rabbit ears, and smiled: "Life is hard, but we will accompany you through the ocean of life."

Outside the classroom corridor, a short boy was surrounded by a group of people, who were holding a bunch of pink decorations in their hands, exchanging and passing them around: "Did you see, hahaha, he actually likes it?" This kind of bitch chirping is disgusting."

"So?" Bo Yi'an wore a huge pink clip, and drove those people away with a cold face, then took off the clip on his head, and put it on the boy, "No hobbies should be blamed for no reason."

On the bench on the empty flyover, a girl with hair cut as short as a boy’s and wearing men’s shirts and pants chewed bubble gum. After a while, she curled her legs up and hugged her in her arms—the sound effect added to the memory: " Look at you, do you look a little like a girl?" "It's embarrassing to me."

Wang Ping sat on the other end of the bench and pushed a handsome baseball cap between the two of them. The girl raised her head and glanced at Wang Ping. Wang Ping said, "Everyone has the right to live well in this world." .”

On an empty overpass, a boy in women's clothing was smoking a cigarette. The inferior wig made his profile a bit greasy.

The boy's trembling hands couldn't hold the cigarette butt, and the cigarette fell from the roof. The boy squatted down in pain and hugged himself; Yan Si walked up to him and pulled him up. The string music sounded, and Yan Si pulled him to dance A dance: "Yes, be yourself bravely."

When the rescue mission of the five ordinary people was completed, it happened that the sun was setting in the west, and the five people had just turned their heads, ready to leave and return to ordinary life, when a WeChat notification sound suddenly flashed in the air.

Everyone picked up their phones at the same time, and a second later, they all ran wildly.

The scene turned and came to a rooftop. A girl in a white dress sat alone on the rooftop with her knees hugged, looking lonely at the lights of the whole city.

Then, a flash of LED light suddenly radiated from behind her.

The girl turned around in surprise, and saw that the rooftop was bare just now, and at some point a stage had risen up. The five of Turnon took off their dusty work clothes, put on shiny playing costumes, and stood on the stage .

"If you feel lonely, we will always be with you."

The screen was completely black again, and white characters flashed.

"Idol another form of urban hero"

"How is it?" Ji Zeyang walked over, turned on the light, and asked Turnon for his opinion.

"Very cool." Wang Ping was the first to raise his hand, "I feel like I want to practice dancing after watching it."

"Agreed——" Bai Yi'an hugged his knees and put his face on them, "Suddenly I feel that my responsibility is quite heavy, and I feel flustered."

After all, they have risen to the level of "urban heroes". Turnon members who have spoken out their inner thoughts and those who have not expressed their inner thoughts all feel a great responsibility in unison.

Ji Zeyang smiled, didn't continue to ask questions, and let Turnon and others file out and go back to the stage room to practice dancing.

Xie Zhi did some data sorting, turned off the computer at four o'clock in the afternoon, and walked outside the dance classroom where Turnon trained.

Turnon was practicing their new song for this comeback, everyone's hair was wet in locks, and the towels hanging around their necks were a layer darker than when they were watching the show. Obviously, they were wet with sweat.

After a song and dance, the dance teacher showed them the video on his mobile phone, and everyone gathered around the dance teacher with serious expressions.

The door of the dance studio was completely transparent, but including Yan Si, no one found Xie Zhi who was standing outside in a big way.

All are focused on their rehearsals.

Xie Zhi pressed his finger on the glass, looking at the scene inside with a gentle expression, just about to leave, when he turned his head and saw Ji Zeyang who came over at some point.

"...Brother Zeyang." Xie Zhi was taken aback.

"These kids are pretty serious." Ji Zeyang said casually, "Although they are princelings, none of them take the stage seriously."

"People who don't respect the stage." Xie Zhi said, "the stage won't respect him either."

"Yes."

After Ji Zeyang said this, he patted Xie Zhi on the shoulder and turned around to go about his own business.

Xie Zhi paused at the door for a while, then returned to his small desk, and continued to think about the summer homework left by the two masters.

Turnon is still practicing intensively. He practices until late at night every day, and occasionally stays up all night. Everyone lies on the wooden floor of the practice room to watch the sky light in the distance.

On the last night, everyone went to their tour location for a rehearsal with make-up. In order to restart their tour, Ji Zeyang rented the largest gymnasium in China, brought in a bunch of sponsors, and got a whole set of amazing lighting equipment .

All the staff are on standby, striving for the perfection of this concert.

The rehearsal started at four o'clock in the afternoon and lasted until twelve o'clock in the evening. There was no dinner in the middle, and the last show ended. After listening to the live director's review, Turnon gathered in the dressing room, and everyone was paralyzed.

Xie Zhi went downstairs to pick up the barbecue, and when he returned to the dressing room, he saw Turnon and a group of people slumped head to head on the ground.

Although idols are very glamorous, but that is only on the stage, when hiding in the practice room, there is only sweat.

Xie Zhi came in with a small trolley, and the moment the small trolley entered the room, the smell of barbecue filled the entire dressing room. Everyone in Turnon who was lying on the ground opened their eyes and looked at Xie Zhi who came in with the trolley— —Sparkle, okay? !

"Thanks for your hard work." Xie Zhi found a fairly clean table, cleaned up the clutter, and began to put barbecue on it, "Let's have some supper, everyone."

"Thank you!" Bi Fang was the first to jump up, and ran towards Xie Zhi with tears in his eyes, "You are really a living parent, a savior, thank you for your kindness—do you have sour plum soup?"

"Did you treat your parents like this?" Bai Yi'an disdained Bi Fang's behavior very much, and walked over with his sleeves rolled up, "I don't ask much, I want to drink soy milk."

Xie Zhi bought a bunch of drinks, everything except carbonated drinks, and everyone gave out a bottle.

Yan Si came over, sat next to Xie Zhi, and took the skewers he handed over.

The air conditioner is on and the window is open in the dressing room. The hot summer wind blows in through the window, rolling up the aroma of barbecue on the table, creating a special smell that can only be found in summer.

Wang Ping was so hungry that he almost fainted. He ate ten skewers of meat in silence. He was just about to take a breather to skewer ribs when he looked up and glanced out the window by chance, and saw a brightly lit signboard.

Wang Ping put down the skewers slowly, read the sign carefully, then stood up again, holding his skewers and walking towards the window.

Wang Ping stood by the window, carefully read the content on the reading sign, and shouted back: "Hey, come here, look at that LED screen over there—"

"What's the situation?" Zhou Qixuan walked towards Wang Ping with a Coke in his hand, stood next to him, and the moment he saw the brand clearly, Zhou Qixuan smiled knowingly.

Soon, everyone in Turnon gathered by the window.

The windows in the dressing room are not big, so everyone can only huddle together and look out—the plaza in the middle of the night is already filled with flower walls and carts to support, but there are only a few street lights, which looks a little dim.

But the LED billboard was unusually bright. On the billboard, there was a photo of the five Turnon smiling silly and handsome in the middle.

The led screen of the group station should be used for assistance.

Xie Zhi was responsible for the copywriting of these screens.

Yan Si looked at it for a while, then read out the sentence on the screen softly: "A young man with a sword beats a horse lightly, and bravely travels to the end of the world with one heart."

After Yan Si finished reading, he seemed to savor it, and couldn't help but say, "Whoever wrote it, it's pretty good."

Xie Zhi raised his gaze, and quietly glanced at Yan Si beside him.

"I also think it's well written." Bai Yi'an nodded, "And the picture is also very beautiful."

"Is that beautiful?" Bi Fang said, "Isn't that super beautiful???"

"One thing to say, it's true." Zhou Qixuan said.

"The fans are so awesome." Wang Ping finally said, "Anyway, I feel... these days, the degree of difficulty of being a fan is no less than that of idols."

"Sometimes when I see these supporters, I feel that the fans have worked as hard as us." Yan Si put his hand on Xie Zhi's waist, put his head on top of his head, and said softly, "I'm tired of dancing, and I'm tired of playing the rankings." Are you not tired?"

"Very tired." Xie Zhi said softly.

"It's very tiring." Yan Si responded, "So as idols, we can't let their time and energy go to waste. No matter what, we should cherish every opportunity to meet again."

Xie Zhi didn't speak.

He has actually seen many Yan Si, star Yan Si, actor Yan Si, arrogant Yan Si, or Yan Si who worked hard.

But this is the first time he has come into close contact with Yan Si, the idol.

Xie Zhi suddenly recalled that the moment he fell in love with Yan Si for the first time seemed to be their quarterly tour, and Yan Si was sweating while dancing and spinning.

At that moment, the stage was lit up.

"You can choose to come to the stage." Xie Zhi lowered his head, clasped Yan Si's fingers with his own, and crossed his fingers, "It's really great."

Yan Si rested his chin on the top of Xie Zhi's head and smiled slightly.

"Then." Xie Zhi took Yan Si's hand and put it against his lips, and when he kissed, he looked very devout, "You are really a very good idol."

The other people in Turnon were still standing next to Xie Zhi and Yan Si, the moment Xie Zhi pulled Yan Si up, everyone backed away with a wink, determined not to be cannon fodder in this story.

Yan Si held Xie Zhi in his arms, turned around for a while, and found that the messy table just now had been cleaned up.

"That 'extremely good' idol." Wang Ping drank his last sip of soy milk, threw the can into the trash can with a shooting motion, and joked Yan Si, "We are going to go to the stage to turn on the lights and go again bit."

"are you going?"

Turnon and his team worked very dedicatedly until after four o'clock in the evening, and then walked to the room that had been opened in a nearby hotel, took a shower and went to bed.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, Ji Zeyang went to the room one by one to call someone, packed them into a car, and drove directly to the parking lot of the venue.

When passing by the square, you can see the flower wall dining car that was covered by the dim lights last night. Dozens of beautifully designed flower wall balloon walls are stacked side by side, turning the originally bare square into a park-like scene.

At eleven o'clock at noon, the square was already full of fans who came early, or fans who didn't buy tickets but wanted to feel the atmosphere, scattered throughout the square.

Those who distribute and receive aid, go to the dining car to get free snacks, or check in with Huaqiang, everyone can find activities to enjoy themselves.

"My God." When Wang Ping walked into the dressing room, he was still feeling emotional about the flower wall in the square that he saw just now, "I didn't think there was anything wrong when I saw it last night, but I saw it today, it was so shocking, did you—"

"Shocking and shocking." Ji Zeyang was coordinating the side camera machine, dragged Wang Ping onto the chair, told him to eat quickly, after finishing his makeup, he turned his head and communicated with the camera, "You are divided into two groups, and one group will record in it. They, take some side shots, and..."

"There are two kinds of lunch boxes, which one do you like?" Yan Si carried two lunch boxes and put them next to Xie Zhi.

"Don't worry about me." Xie Zhi gestured to the camera that had already started shooting, and asked Yan Si to have dinner with his teammates first, and let the camera shoot some material.

At this time, work is indeed more important.

Yan Si put the steak meal in front of Xie Zhi, and gave Xie Zhi his mobile phone full of games to play, took another box and walked over, sitting next to Bi Fang.

Xie Zhi took two casual bites, his phone vibrated, and he took it out, only to see Yan Si's support group, and everyone swiped a 99+ message out.

Wei Ai Yan Si: 【I'm coming! ! !Ahhhhh!Our flower wall!Our food truck!Our Time Corridor!It's so pretty, isn't it? ? ? 】

Wei Ai Yan Si: [Everyone is here today? 】

When this sentence was asked, the group was full of "I am".

Wei Ai Yan Si: [They're all here? ? ?Noodles? Noodles? Noodles? ? ? 】

Have you been quietly eating cp today: [cough, noodles, we are all sitting in this coffee shop prepared for Yan Si. 】

Wei Ai Yan Si: [Wait for me, Huaqiang bring an ID, I'll be right there. 】

Xie Zhi looked at the large chat records in the group, and had no other thoughts in his mind, the only thought was - envy! !

Envious to death, okay? ?

He also wanted to give himself a card in front of the flower wall.

But! ! !

Everyone knows! !

Do this, it's a girl! ! !

Xie Zhi was distraught, he didn't care if the steak wasn't cut off, he just picked it up and ate a whole piece.

Xie Zhi just took a sip when the phone rang again.

Box: [I'm going to do this, are you here? 】

Xie Zhi glanced at the box's question, feeling unusually complicated—he's here!But I can't see the flower wall!Can't bring id either!It's miserable...

Xie Zhi picked up the phone and typed: 【I haven't...】

Ji Zeyang stood next to Xie Zhi, and after explaining the side-shooting of Group A in the backstage, he organized the rest of the group into a group, and said: "You guys go out now, shoot some outside support materials, and find some fans Interview, so that it is convenient to make tidbits later.”

Xie Zhi paused his typing fingers and looked towards Ji Zeyang.

Ji Zeyang was still explaining carefully some key points of the shooting given to him in the later stage. After the explanation, he signaled to the two photographers that they could go out.

"Brother Zeyang." Just as Ji Zeyang waved his hand, Xie Zhi grabbed the corner of his clothes and stared at him pitifully, "Can I go out?"

"Where are you going?" Ji Zeyang was a little confused.

"I just want to go out with the camera brothers and see the support outside."

Xie Zhi spoke cautiously, and Ji Zeyang didn't answer him immediately after he finished speaking.

Not far away, the two photographers were still looking at Ji Zeyang; Ji Zeyang seemed to be thinking about something with his head down, and his expression was a little bad.

Xie Zhi immediately regretted it.

It's not easy for other people's backstage to be orderly in chaos, so what's wrong with you?

"I'm sorry." Xie Zhi said quickly, "I'm sorry Brother Zeyang, I shouldn't have made this request, so just pretend I didn't say it."

"No." Ji Zeyang shook his head, and came over to stroke Xie Zhi's hair, "I'm not mad at you—I think it's just this expression."

"Don't think about it, it's fine if I don't go out." Xie Zhi immediately said again.

"Why don't you go out? You're not an artist." The strength Ji Zeyang touched Xie Zhi's hair made Xie Zhi very comfortable, as if being touched by his brother on the head, "I said it before, our Xie Xiaozhi is behind the scenes, isn't it? The idols in front of the stage can of course do whatever they want, right?"

Ji Zeyang said this during Xie Zhi's first test at Nortel. At that time, Ji Zeyang tried his best to help Xie Zhi stop the reporter, and was almost hit by the microphone.

Ji Zeyang lowered his hand from the top of Xie Zhi's head, turned around and grabbed an assistant, and after a while, a mask appeared on his fingertips.

"I'm afraid that others will squeeze you in." Ji Zeyang handed the mask to Xie Zhi, "I'll ask Brother Zhao to go out with you and quietly protect you from a distance."

Brother Zhao was a burly man with flower tattoos on his arms. He was standing in the corner with his hands folded in front of his lower abdomen. When Ji Zeyang nodded to him, he nodded calmly.

"Don't go out with the photographer later, find a side door by yourself, so that it will be less noticeable." Ji Zeyang warned.

"Thank you Brother Zeyang." Xie Zhi obediently put on the mask, "I will be careful, I will wear the mask and hat properly."

"Be careful." Ji Zeyang said, "Come back early."

With Ji Zeyang's approval, Xie Zhi was stuck behind a burly man, but he was finally able to go out. The two photographers were waiting for Xie Zhi, and they could still walk together when they were in the venue.

"Little brother." Hong She is older, doesn't usually watch the entertainment industry much, and doesn't know Xie Zhi's name, so he called him, "Do you also like to watch Yingying?"

Xie Zhi: "...Yes."

"I really like watching this too. Let me tell you, I've been with Turnon for a long time, and their fans are very talented." Hong She praised, "Especially those pictures and texts, I don't know what kind of brain it is to think of them. from."

Xie Zhi: "..."

It's the very fluffy, hair-free brain next to you.

"Look, there are still these creativity and abilities." Hong She raised the camera and took a picture of the support in the venue, "They all moved the support to the venue directly."

Xie Zhi followed the photographer's camera position to admire, and the support team moved to the advertising space inside the venue, and the copywriting on it...

Cough, it was written by Xie Zhi.

Hong She shot around inside the venue, and then prepared to go out to shoot outside the venue.

Holding the camera, as soon as the photographer from inside the venue came out, the fans outside screamed. Everyone moved with the photographer, and soon, the door that Xie Zhi wanted to go out cleared an open space.

Xie Zhi pushed the door and walked out. The moment he left, he took out his mobile phone and switched it to photography mode.

Thanks to the photographer, when Xie Zhi went out, there was almost no one there. He found a piece of flower wall belonging to Yan Si very easily. Mobile phone for playing games.

Do a search on Sina Weibo, bring up the home page of Zhi this [-], and take a photo with your ID.

After Xie Zhi took the ID, he quickly cleared the Weibo search, turned on the phone's front camera, and took a photo with Yan Si's photo on the flower wall.

After shooting a flower wall, Xie Zhi walked slowly along the semicircle surrounded by the flower wall.

The Yan family did a great job of supporting this time. You can see a Yan Si almost every two flower walls, not to mention there are all kinds of beautiful small food trucks hidden in it.

In addition, Yan Si's fans also rented a small venue a few hundred meters away from the main stadium, and put various photos of Yan Si in it, forming a time museum.

Xie Zhi didn't dare to go that far, so he just walked and stopped in the square, taking pictures here and there.

Xie Zhi tried his best to avoid the crowd and only stopped briefly when he saw Yan Si's flower wall.

Xie Zhi was tall and thin, even wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans, standing in front of a wall of flowers, he looked extraordinary.

"My God..." The few fans who checked in near the flower wall with Xie Zhi found Xie Zhi almost effortlessly, "Who is this?? Yan family male fan???"

"Is this male fan ready to debut???" Another little sister couldn't help muttering, "So tall and handsome...can't he really be the little brother of a boy group?"

"It's not so much the little brother of the boy group..." The girl who spoke at the beginning looked at Xie Zhi's back, thoughtfully, "I seem to have seen this guy somewhere..."

"That's right." Her little sister smiled, "I feel like the handsome guy in this world is reunited with me after a long absence."

"That's not what it means!!" The girl who spoke beat her companion violently, and looked at Xie Zhi again.

Xie Zhi didn't realize that someone was staring at him. After taking a picture, he turned his head calmly and continued to punch down the flower wall.

The moment Xie Zhi turned around was very short, but in such a short moment, the girl who said "seems to have seen Xie Zhi" just caught his eyebrows that were not hidden by the hat and mask.

"Xie Zhi!" The girl exclaimed, "Is it Xie Zhi???"

"What???" Her companion was also startled, "Xie Zhi?? Come out to check in? Strictly want nothing to do??? Is it true that you want to do this???"

Regardless of whether this pretension is true or not, the girl's exclaimed statement that attracted the attention of other people present is indeed true.

"Xie Zhi came out??? Is that little brother??" asked a person a little further away from Xie Zhi.

"Wait..." The girl who was only one step away from Xie Zhi grabbed her hand with an excited face, "Are you Xie Zhi?"

"No...it's not." Xie Zhi didn't know how he was recognized, he raised his hand and pressed the steel bar on the bridge of his nose at a loss.

Brother Zhao, who was watching from afar, raised his footsteps, ready to walk towards Xie Zhi.

Xie Zhi: "I...my...not Xie Zhi..."

"Okay!" The girl who had just asked Xie Zhi if he was him said loudly, "You are not Xie Zhi."

As the girl said this, she turned her head resolutely. The next moment, another girl got the signal and turned her head.

The people who were looking at Xie Zhi all turned their heads, looked to the side, looked up to the sky, in short, they didn't look at Xie Zhi.

The whole square seems to have been chiseled with seven big characters - "There is no silver 300 taels here!"

Such a grand occasion.

A fan of the princely group of Deyun Society.

As expected of you.

Although everyone was very tolerant, Xie Zhi reserved the space of "you can visit your husband's flower wall again, and we will just pretend we didn't see you".

But Xie Zhi was still not thick-skinned enough, he really couldn't resist such embarrassment, so he hurried back with Brother Zhao.

Fortunately, I was not caught while taking ID pictures! !

Although Xie Zhi returned to the backstage, his heartbeat couldn't stop at all. He waved his hand to let Brother Zhao go in first. Xie Zhi stood alone in the corridor, leaning against the wall. After a long time, he breathed out slowly.

Meanwhile, in the dressing room.

"Where is Xie Zhi?" Yan Si had just put on his makeup, but when he stood up, he found that there was no one in the corner where he ate the steak rice just now - he only took one bite of the steak rice, and now it was thrown alone on the table.

"Xie Zhi?" Wang Ping was playing the game of Glory of Kings, he raised his head, confused, "I don't know, aren't you eating?"

"I seem to have heard something." Bi Fang came over and said, "It seems that Brother Hong and I went out to watch the support?"

"...Support?" Yan Si frowned, "But the fans..."

Yan Si still trusts Ji Zeyang's professional level, and everything should be well arranged, but Yan Si raised his head and patrolled the room, almost all the security personnel are here.

Yan Si: "..."

Could it be that he went out by himself?

Yan Si didn't see Ji Zeyang, and his mobile phone was in another room, so he hurried to the door of the dressing room, and pushed open the door of the dressing room.

At the same time · in the hallway

The moment Yan Si pushed the door open, Xie Zhi just opened Weibo, logged into Zhi Yisi's account, lowered his head, and carefully selected pictures.

I took at least [-] photos just now, Xie Zhi only planned to put together a nine-square grid and put the one with the id in the middle.

Yan Si opened the door and saw Xie Zhi, he was relieved suddenly, smiled, and walked towards Xie Zhi quietly.

Xie Zhi selected nine pictures, and before releasing them, he wrote text and adjusted the order.

At the top of the release box is the id of Xie Zhi’s Weibo account——

Do this.

The author has something to say: [Take a pot lid and put it on your head, and run away quickly. 】