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

"Let's do it."

The living room was already brightly lit, the two of them went to the sofa, Yan Si didn't do anything cruel, the main thing was to make Xie Zhi comfortable a few times, it was so comfortable that he was a little tired and could sleep obediently, Yan Si stopped.

The headlights in the living room were turned off by Yan Si, he threw his t-shirt on Xie Zhi to shield him from the air conditioner, before getting up, Yan Si lowered his head and kissed his moist lips.

In his sleep, Xie Zhi felt someone kissing him, he was confused but knew who it was, smiled lightly, and continued to sleep peacefully.

Yan Si smiled and shook his head, stepped off the sofa, walked to the side of the suitcase, and slowly put the uncollected item in it.

The living room, which was crowded with supplies just now, gradually became empty. Yan Si put the last one in, pulled up the suitcase, turned around, and looked at the empty living room, and Xie Zhi, who was sleeping on the sofa with one arm hanging down.

Yan Si sat on the edge of the sofa, put Xie Zhi's hand back on the sofa, stretched out his hand, pressed the center of his brow bone, and sighed with a smile.

Then, with his upper body bare, Yan Si lowered his waist, kissed Xie Zhi's lips again, raised his head, and looked at Xie Zhi's beautiful eyebrows and eyes illuminated by the light outside the window.

"Actually." Yan Si said in his heart, "I also miss you very much."

Wen Suixin's report time was indeed nine o'clock, but Yan Si and Xie Zhi didn't plan to step there. They woke up at seven o'clock in the morning.

The training school is in Haidian District, and it took 5 minutes to drive. Yan Si parked the car in a park about [-] minutes away from the training school and turned off the navigation.

"Have you finished your soy milk?" Yan Si was referring to the soy milk he bought for Xie Zhi at 711 just now for breakfast.

Xie Zhi shook his head, there was half a cup left, and he brought it over to feed Yan Si.

Yan Si knew that Xie Zhi had specially left it for him, so he took it and drank it, and he was not polite.

While drinking, Yan Si asked, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

The so-called discomfort is where it is uncomfortable.I understand everything.

The corners of Xie Zhi's eyes turned red instantly, and he quickly shook his head: "No."

Xie Zhi thought for a while, and added: "You were... very gentle last night."

Yan Si: "Cough...cough cough."

Yan Si choked on the soy milk that Xie Zhi had specially left for him, and felt a little embarrassed, he licked his lips and touched his cheek.

Yan Si: "Let's not talk about this—shall I accompany you, or go by myself?"

Yan Si asked this mainly because he also knew that many children who came to the art training school, even their parents would not come to see them off, and he didn't want to make Xie Zhi look so delicate.

Xie Zhi: "I'll just go there by myself."

Xie Zhi didn't think he was squeamish or not, but the art school must be full of people who knew Yan Si, and he didn't want Yan Si to be involved again.

"Okay." Yan Si nodded, "Then pay attention to safety, see you in a month."

As Yan Si said, he unbuttoned his seat belt, leaned over, and kissed Xie Zhi lightly, the two of them entangled their tongues, with a faint fragrance of beans.

With his lips parted, Yan Si put the soy milk in the place where the water bottle was placed next to the driver's seat, got out of the car and gave Xie Zhi the luggage in the trunk.

Two suitcases, one big and one small, wrapped Xie Zhi in the middle, making him a bit thin.

Yan Si stood by the car, watching Xie Zhi who was going forward, Xie Zhi who was pushing two boxes walked to the intersection, finally turned around, let go of the right hand that was pushing the boxes, and waved at Yan Si.

Yan Si also raised his hand and waved at him, and waited until the person disappeared before opening the door and getting into the car.

Yan Si put his hand on the steering wheel, hung it down after a while, picked up Xie Zhi's unfinished soybean milk again, pressed his lips to the corner where Xie Zhi had just drank, and showed a wry smile.

Gionee Art Training School registration process, report according to the ID card, take the dormitory key and meal card, go back to the dormitory to put the luggage, and finally, bring paper, pen and laptop (if available) to the small auditorium.

It is said to be a small auditorium, but it is actually an empty room without hardcover and without any seats.

When Xie Zhi arrived at the small auditorium at 08:30, the entire auditorium was almost full of people, chattering and making loud noises.

but,

All the noises began to disappear the moment Xie Zhi entered the door, and after more than a minute, the auditorium returned to silence.

Tight tens of seconds.

Immediately afterwards, whispers came out:

"Is it Xie Zhi? Did you see it?"

"It's Xie Zhi, I saw it - I think it's more handsome than online."

"It's also thinner than the Internet, and the skin is really good. Are the children in the Sichuan and Chongqing regions all so good?"

The whispers in the distance did not affect Xie Zhi, but nearby, Xie Zhi had already been caught by several enthusiastic people before taking two steps.

"Hi, you are Xie Zhi, we have been waiting for you for a long time."

Xie Zhi: "...Really?"

"Of course, none of us are in the screenwriting class, but, many friends have multiple paths, don't you think?"

Xie Zhi nodded subconsciously, as a social phobia, he didn't know what he should say now.

"Then we are friends now?" The man who caught Xie Zhi laughed, "Can I meet Yan Si through you? Zhang's autograph is also fine."

When Xie Zhi heard this sentence, he finally understood, he took a step back calmly, and smiled.

Xie Zhi: "Well, autographed photo? Let me ask."

Before the man had time to continue speaking, more noise came again.

"Wow!!! It's really Xie Zhi, he just mentioned Yan Si, and their relationship is really super good!"

"Hmph, it's great to know Yan Si. This kind of person has a higher starting point than us. I'm really envious."

"Who said that appearance was not hype or selling corruption? Xie Zhi has entered the circle."

Envy, praise, slander, eagerness, Xie Zhi listened quietly, but he didn't really care - anyway, after being with Yan Si, these words are inevitable.

The thin piece of Xie Zhi seemed to be submerged by the crowd, but his back was still as straight as a bamboo.

"Hey!!!" Suddenly, a loud voice came from the crowd, "Here comes the boiling water!! The boiling water is about to be spilled!!"

Hearing this sentence, the people who were discussing Xie Zhi just now became quiet for a moment, and began to dodge left and right in fear of the heat. Moses made way like a sea of ​​water to the person who was about to spill the boiling water.

"Who is serving water in a place like this—"

The person who complained raised his head, looked at the rumored side where the boiling water was about to be sprinkled, and then——was even angrier!

According to legend, the person who was about to spill the boiling water was a handsome guy, but he had nothing in his hands, with his hands in his pockets, walking through the separated crowd with ease.

The handsome guy smiled: "Thank you everyone for making way for me."

Everyone: "... Speechless!"

The handsome guy with his pocket in his pocket walked through the crowd, walked straight to Xie Zhi at the bottom of the crowd, and waved at him as he walked: "Hey, Xie Zhi, are you here for training too?"

Everyone turned their heads together and looked at Xie Zhi again.

Xie Zhi also laughed, and waved to the handsome guy: "Pan Yan—so you are also here for training?"

Pan Yan: "That's not a joke."

While speaking, Pan Yan had already walked in front of Xie Zhi. At the same time, a meticulous woman with a file folder, wearing a skirt and combing her hair in a bun also appeared at the front of the auditorium at the same time.

The woman picked up the microphone, pointed it at the speaker, and after a sharp creak, all eyes were on the woman.

The woman looked at the eyes of the children with satisfaction, and raised the microphone, this time aiming at her red lips.

Woman: "Everyone, please be quiet and sit on the floor. Our opening ceremony is about to begin."

Woman: "Introduction, I am the dean of the school's academic affairs and the head teacher of the screenwriting ([-]) class. My name is Guan Hong."

Everyone sat down as promised, and soon, some other leaders of the training school also came into the small auditorium, and introduced clichés such as "our school is awesome", "our school is awesome", "our school is super invincible spiral awesome" according to the regulations.

Xie Zhi and Pan Yan sat together, secretly chatting.

Pan Yan: "Brother, you are so awesome - Wen Suixin will be your master, the future is bright, there is nothing to say."

Xie Zhi: "No...just luck."

Pan Yan lamented: "Luck is also strength, why don't you look at me, I'm the kind of luck that has no limit."

Xie Zhi: "Why?"

When Pan Yan mentioned this, he burst into tears: "Zhou Ya!!! Why else?"

Pan Yan was full of bitterness: "I thought, coming to this place, and Zhou Ya's school, we can still fall in love on campus, and continue our relationship, but what do you want?"

Xie Zhi shook his head.

Pan Yan: "There are not enough school buildings here, and her professional group has moved to Chaoyang District--Chaoyang District!!! and Haidian District--this is simply, God is going to kill me!! God is jealous of talents!!"

Xie Zhi couldn't laugh or cry, so he could only pat Pan Yan on the back to encourage him.

The two chatted a little more messily, and heard the podium say: "I wish all the candidates good results and create brilliance!"

Everyone in the auditorium applauded, Xie Zhi and Pan Yan followed suit, and then everyone stood up, Xie Zhi and Pan Yan followed suit.

The opening ceremony had just ended, and everyone stood up. Guan Hong and the leaders on the podium hadn't moved yet, and their mobile phones were already pulled out, ready to take pictures of Xie Zhi.

Xie Zhi didn't stop him, but Pan Yan was a little nervous.

Pan Yan: "Hey, hey, it's all about classmates. They take pictures with their mobile phones all day long, and they are not zoo animals."

The person who took the photo put away the phone in dismay, but some people were dissatisfied: "You are not allowed to take pictures even if you are in the entertainment circle."

Pan Yan: "The entertainment industry also divides the front and back of the stage. Our editorial team is behind the scenes. Isn't it against the Basic Law if you don't want to shoot?"

The voice of the person who took the photo was waxy, but the quarrel was purely due to the loud mountain boy, so he had to leave.

Pan Yan turned around, looked at Xie Zhi's smiling face, and couldn't help worrying: "You're still smiling."

Xie Zhi: "It doesn't matter, if you want to take pictures, you can take pictures. I am handsome, so I will take pictures generously."

Pan Yan: "..."

Seeing that Pan Yan was silent, Xie Zhi raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Pan Yan: "...No, I feel that he is more cheerful than Xie Zhi before."

Xie Zhi: "..."

Xie Zhi touched his face, then lowered his head and smiled—maybe he was more cheerful?He doesn't know either.

Pan Yan: "Let's not talk about this anymore, I'm still worried that you will be bullied in class, wait, I'll find someone to cover you—Yang Guangcheng!"

Just as Pan Yan yelled, an outstanding boy in the crowd turned his head.

The boy glanced in Pan Yan's direction and realized that it was him. He wrinkled his face with a smile, then raised his hand and waved it.

Yang Guangcheng is 1.9 meters three, the tallest in the entire art school, with dark skin, he doesn't look like an art guy, but more like a sports guy.

Yang Guangcheng came across the crowd in a few steps, high-fived Pan Yan, then looked at Xie Zhi: "This is your classmate?"

"Right." Pan Yan patted Xie Zhi on the back, "Xie Zhi, you've heard of his good looks."

Yang Guangcheng: "That's a must."

"This is Yang Guangcheng, my brother, just like you, he is taking the screenwriting test." Pan Yan introduced to Xie Zhi again.

"Target, the Central Academy of Drama." Yang Guangcheng said with a smile while reaching out his hand and placing it in front of Xie Zhi.

Xie Zhi shook his hand and said, "Hello."

The people in the auditorium finished walking one after another. Pan Yan patted the two of them, signaling to talk while walking.

The auditorium is on the fourth floor of the teaching building, the screenwriting classroom is on the third floor, and the director's classroom is on the second floor. The three of them went down a flight of stairs. Yang Guangcheng and Xie Zhi's class were facing each other. Pan Yan seized the last moment and told Yang Guangcheng:

"Help me take care of little student Xie Zhi, don't let others treat him like an animal."

"Live up to the trust of the organization." Yang Guangcheng saluted—an attacking giant who gave his heart to mankind.

Pan Yan patted Yang Guangcheng and said goodbye to him. Xie Zhi and Yang Guangcheng walked into the class.

The seats here are single seats, and the tables are not pushed together. Xie Zhi and Yang Guangcheng claimed the last two vacant seats and chatted across an aisle.

Xie Zhi: "Listen to your accent, aren't you from Chongqing?"

Yang Guangcheng shook his head and made gestures: "I'm from Chengdu, the city where giant pandas are."

Xie Zhi took off his schoolbag, put it on his lap and hugged it: "Oh."

Yang Guangcheng: "Actually, as soon as I saw you, I felt that I was in love with you. Why did you say that? Because of the bear hanging on your bag."

"This?" Xie Zhi picked up the bear on the bag—it was Wang Jiquan's magic bear that Wang Jiquan gave him, "This is a birthday present from my friend."

Yang Guangcheng laughed again: "Then you must have a good relationship with your friend, and I will give you this. The walnut-colored charm bear, there is a price but no market."

so smart? !

Xie Zhi never thought that this Met Bear was so precious, he picked it up and squeezed it, thinking, next time he must thank Wang Jiquan.

While thinking, Xie Zhi took out the Mac from his schoolbag.

"Wow——" Yang Guangcheng's eyes lit up when he saw his movements, "Your Mac is so advanced, is it more than 2?"

Xie Zhi didn't know the price, he touched the edge of the Mac cherishingly, and shook his head: "I don't know, my brother bought it for me."

"You still have a pot?" Yang Guangcheng sighed again.

"His brother—it's Yan Si."

Xie Zhi and Yang Guangcheng turned their heads together to see Pan Yan who poked half of his head through the gap in the back door at some point.

What did Pan Yan want to say, but suddenly there was a sound of "da da" footsteps at the front door.

Guan Hong, who was wearing high heels and a skirt, walked in, holding a stack of printing paper, with a blank expression on his face.

"Everyone, put away your electronic devices." Guan Hong threw the printing paper on the podium, "Now, let's take the exam."

Exam right away? ? ?

Crazy crazy, really crazy.

But no one dared to refute, the papers were handed out like snowflakes, Xie Zhi took it, and found that it was a test paper of general knowledge of literature and art, he immediately wrote his name and started to do it.

The common sense of literature and art covers a very wide range, from ancient times to the present, from east to west, including but not limited to idol stars, current affairs information.

The first question, choose.

novel originated in

a. Ancient myths b. Tang legends c. Pre-Qin literature d. Songs of Chu

Choose a for this question.

There is almost no problem with the common sense of oriental literature, and it is enough to brush down according to accumulation.

Xie Zhi did a few things, then suddenly stopped.

The first TV series that turn Wang Ping starred in was

Xie Zhi: "..."

Thank you for this question, and he chose the answer.

Next, fill in the blanks.

Characteristics of inspiration include sex, nature and nature

Sudden, extraordinary, fleeting nature.

These are not difficult. Scroll down and ask a question: Sun Yang won the world championship in the time competition last time.

Xie Zhi: "..."

This kind of problem can only be solved by hoodwinking.

Xie Zhi has a solid memory of Chinese literature knowledge, while Western literature is Xie Zhi's weak point, and there are some strange and biased so-called common sense questions, which are even more difficult to write.

Xie Zhi wrote all the way down. He had just written a word for the short answer to the last question. Before he finished writing, he heard Guan Hong say: "It's time, pass the papers in the last row."

Xie Zhi: "..."

Xie Zhiren was dumbfounded, but he could only hand in the paper.

Guan Hong did not announce the end of the exam, one set of papers was collected, and in an instant, another set was handed out.

Xie Zhi took it in his hand, and quickly looked down at the question - the movie review paper.

Compared with the densely packed examination paper on literature common sense just now, this examination paper only has two questions.

The first question is to write a movie review based on a 15-minute movie clip played.

The second question is to analyze the strengths and weaknesses of Oscar's best film soundtrack films last year.

"I haven't seen it at all!!!" Someone in the classroom lost his mind.

"I haven't seen it either, but—"

"Quiet." Guan Hong knocked on the edge of the podium expressionlessly, "The school exam is just like this, can you say you haven't read it? Lower your head, and make up your own."

Xie Zhi shook his head, he could only lament that he was lucky, this movie - he happened to have seen it before.

Everyone did the first question as a group, and everyone did the second question individually. After finishing the papers, Guan Hong asked everyone to eat and added: "One hour for eating, after eating, come back and continue to take the "Story Creation" exam."

Eating is like fighting a war. Everyone hurried back to continue the exam.

Story writing is the easiest for Xie Zhi. He has already prepared several stories, and he can directly apply them to any topic.

After the three-hour exam, Xie Zhi handed in the paper, and before he had time to move his numb fingers, he heard wailing around him.

"I'm not going to live anymore." Yang Guangcheng said, "I don't want to live anymore. I'm old enough to feed the giant pandas. This screenwriter can pass the exam—"

Xie Zhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he could only pull him: "Let's go, let's eat."

Yang Guangcheng was half-dead, but people are like iron and steel, and the porridge is not as fragrant as dry rice, so he still went to eat with Xie Zhi firmly.

After dinner, at 06:30 in the evening for self-study, Guan Hong came in again with a stack of printing paper, and everyone's mentality was about to collapse.

"Teacher!!! Do you still have to take the exam???" Yang Guangcheng wailed.

Guan Hong choked on Yang Guangcheng's appearance and wailing, his expressionless appearance was a bit of a failure, and finally shook his head: "I won't take the exam."

The whole class: "Yeah——"

Guan Hong: "Successful."

The whole class: "Oh..."

It would be more merciful to continue the exam.

Xie Zhi was reading a history of Western literature, when he heard this sentence, he immediately closed the book, straightened his back, and sat upright.

In any case, this is the first time he has faced his achievements in the field of screenwriting, what will it be...

Guan Hong divided the test papers, then turned on the computer, plugged in the USB flash drive, clicked on a ppt called "The first test results of the 20xx screenwriting class", and put it on the home page.

"Generally speaking, the differences in our class are quite large." Guan Hong said a few more words before releasing the rankings, "Some people are serious about partial subjects, some people are not good at everything, and some people Well, so far, it looks really good.”

Guan Hong: "But no matter which one you are, what I want to say is that this is just the beginning - the real battlefield is in January, not today."

Guan Hong: "I hope that everyone can evaluate their own strength through their grades instead of losing their confidence. Can you do it?"

The whole class: "Can..."

Xie Zhi looked serious, did not answer, just nodded slightly.

Guan Hong laughed: "If you can't, then you can—then I'll start announcing the results."

Guan Hong: "First of all, let me announce that No. 1 in the general knowledge category is Lin Chengzhi."

"Wow!!!" There was a burst of cheers from the side of the classroom near the window.

While talking, Guan Hong clicked on the ppt, and the grades and rankings of the whole class were displayed on a form. Xie Zhi quickly picked up his phone to take a picture, then clicked into the photo album, zoomed in, and searched for his name.

Xie Zhi looked at them one by one, and found himself in the twenty.

Xie Zhi: "..."

There are a total of 37 students in this class, and his general knowledge of literature and art can only be photographed at the middle level, or even lower.

Guan Hong didn't give everyone a lot of time to breathe, and said: "The next step is the No. 1 movie review. The highest score is Luo Zhanpeng, the highest score for the first question is Wei Xueyi, and the highest score for the second question is Luo Zhanpeng."

It makes sense that the two questions should be graded separately, the first question is a general joint exam question, while the second question is most school exam questions.

Guan Hong clicked on the ppt again, Xie Zhi hurriedly looked for it, this time, he found himself around No.15.

...Compared to the common sense of literature and art just now, it has to be five.

Xie Zhi sighed, and wrote down the two rankings in his notebook. Finally, he raised his head and faced the teacher to announce the results of the last exam.

"The last item is story writing, the overall score is the first..." Guan Hong read this, paused, lowered his head to search among the students, and finally fixed on Xie Zhi, smiled at him, "Xie Zhi."

"Ahhhhhhhhh-"

The one who screamed first was Yang Guangcheng. Yang Guangcheng was so excited that he seemed to have won the first place. He came over and patted Xie Zhi on the shoulder, and nodded heavily.

"Bull brother!" Yang Guangcheng said while patting.

Yang Guangcheng's arm was very strong, Xie Zhi felt as if his shoulder had been cracked, coughed twice, and finally raised his head and looked at Guan Hong.

Guan Hong smiled at Xie Zhi again, stopped entangled in this matter, and started to distribute and mark the papers.

"Actually, it's okay." Guan Hong said a few words to Xie Zhi when the class was over, "It's easier to improve the general knowledge of literature and art than writing stories, but it's all hard work."

Guan Hong: "Do your best and don't leave any regrets in your life."

Xie Zhi was convinced, and after returning home, he ordered a few more books on general education, and drew mind maps according to the news, current affairs, and celebrity trends of the exams, and prepared to add knowledge to them.

The air conditioner was turned on in the dormitory, the gauze curtain surrounded Xie Zhi's bed, and there was a warm lamp inside.

Xie Zhi put a pillow on his waist and put his hands on the Mac to type. He had just finished drawing a mind map when Yan Si called.

"Hello." Xie Zhi picked up the phone, "Yan Si?"

Yan Si: "Yes."

Yan Si: "I was arrested and went on a business trip today, so I only have time to call my baby now, are you not angry?"

Xie Zhi: "Why? Work is important."

Yan Si: "Okay, work is important."

Yan Si: "Then baby, how are you doing today?"

Xie Zhi: "It's pretty good, um - I took the exam today, and I didn't do as well as I expected, but I'm drawing a mind map. I think I can definitely make it up."

Yan Si: "Who asked you this?"

Yan Si chuckled over there and said, "I'm asking, is my baby happy today? Are you happy? Have you eaten enough? Have you had enough sleep?"

Xie Zhi was still resting his fingers on the mac, and when he heard Yan Si's questioning, he couldn't help feeling warm in his heart.

"En." Xie Zhi nodded, "Of course."

"I can rest assured that."

Yan Si's shooting was not over yet, after the phone call, he continued to shoot the late-night magazine, Xie Zhi told him to sleep well, hung up the phone, and continued typing on the keyboard to study.

Ten minutes later, the lights in the dormitory were turned off, and the people in the lower bunk went to bed, and after listening to Xie Zhi typing on the keyboard for a minute, they collapsed.

Bottom bunk: "The sound of typing on the keyboard is so annoying, we have to rest if you don't rest, can you go out?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Xie Zhi quickly apologized, "I'll knock outside."

Xie Zhi didn't realize this problem before, but after hearing this sentence, he realized that he had influenced others, so he hurriedly climbed out of bed, carried Mac to the corridor.

"Why are you still wandering in the corridor?" Xie Zhi just went out, when he ran into the teacher who was checking the bedroom, "Go back quickly and make sure to rest."

Xie Zhi quickly went back to the dormitory, but he just stood at the door, with the door open, and when the teacher left, he slipped out again.

There is only so much time until the final art test, how could it be possible that the teacher would not stay up late if he didn't stay up late?

Xie Zhi tried his luck and walked up, walked to the door of the roof, twisted the handle, and pulled it out——Great, the door can be opened.

The roof is very spacious, and there are even long concrete chairs built against the edge of the roof. Xie Zhi found this geomantic treasure, put his Mac on the concrete chair, and sat on the ground by himself, just like a desk.

perfect!

Summer nights in Beijing are very cool, and it’s not too hot to sit on the roof, except that there are a lot of mosquitoes—Xie Zhi brought mosquito repellent spray up the next day, but the effect was not good, and he was still bitten all over his legs.

But other than that, this self-study room is quite perfect, even if the mosquito bites and pats it, Xie Zhi doesn't bother to care about it.

Xie Zhi went to the rooftop in the dark every day, studied for two hours and then went back, finally overturned the car on the fifth day.

At night, Xie Zhi just wanted to lie on his stomach and close his eyes to rest for a while, but after closing his eyes, it was the next morning.

It was very early in the morning in Beijing, the door to the roof was pushed open, and two heads with sly eyebrows and mouse eyes squeezed in.

"Brother, to tell you the truth, this is my secret smoking sanctuary." Yang Guangcheng spread his arms and introduced it to Pan Yan.

Pan Yan was greatly moved, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket: "Brother, to tell you the truth, these are my private cigarettes."

Pan Yan and Yang Guangcheng looked at each other and smiled, and before they had time to light cigarettes to celebrate, they saw a person lying on a bench on the roof at the same time.

"...Oh my god, there are corpses on the roof." Yang Guangcheng trembled.

"My mother, you are 1.9 meters away from me!!" Pan Yan was also frightened, "Are you a man?"

Yang Guangcheng: "We don't have men in Chengdu, they are all women."

Pan Yan: "?"

Pan Yan: "You coward, don't tarnish Dacheng!"

Xie Zhi's sleep was shallow, but after a few noisy words, Xie Zhi woke up when he heard the sound.

Xie Zhi's arm was numb all night, he let out a "hiss", and slowly raised his body.

It was only then that Pan Yan realized that the person lying on his stomach was Xie Zhi.

"...Xie Zhi?" Pan Yan was at a loss, "Why are you sleeping here?"

"Ah?" Xie Zhi had just woken up, he was in a daze, subconsciously picked up Mac, put it in front of him and hugged him, shook his head, "Mac is still..."

As Xie Zhi said, he stood up from the ground, hugged Mac, walked past the two of them like a wandering spirit, and opened the door downstairs.

Pan Yan and Yang Guangcheng were still in shock, and they exchanged glances as they watched the fugue-wandering squad leader off.

Although Xie Zhi overturned his car, he also learned to be smart. This time he remembered to set the alarm clock every night.

If he is not asleep, he is reminded to call it a day and go back to the dormitory. If he is asleep, it is to remind him to wake up and go back to the dormitory.

It's not that there's anything wrong with falling asleep on the roof, it's just that I'm afraid of getting sick and delaying my review.

On the evening of the seventh day, Xie Li carried his Mac as usual and went to the rooftop to review. The mosquitoes did not know what happened tonight, and they were very rampant.

Xie Zhi was still sitting on the floor at first, then sat up, sat on the bench, finally slid down again, sat on the floor, and repeated several times, there were still mosquitoes "buzzing"

"It's so annoying——" Xie Zhi stretched out his hand and slapped a mosquito to death, he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

Before he was done bothering, he heard the roof door "creak".

The strong light from the flashlight reached the ground not far from Xie Zhi.

Xie Zhi nervously looked towards the light source of the flashlight, only to see a man in a hat holding a flashlight, his expression was unclear.

"We have received a report," said the hat man, "there are disobedient children who stay up late reading on the rooftop, regardless of their own health."

The hat-man put away the flashlight, lifted it up, and took a look at his own face. Although it passed by in a flash, it was enough for Xie Zhi to see clearly:

It is strict.

Xie Zhi opened his mouth wide in surprise, staring at the expressionless man.

Yan Si: "Now, I'm here to catch the disobedient children."

The author has something to say: Xiao Xie was not 2333 who reached the top from the very beginning.But his story creation is 2333.