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

The baby with long legs can't run, and will hold Xie Zhi to the hotel attached to the club and check in.

Tonight's Xie Zhi was so enthusiastic that he was a little bold, but Yan Si still maintained his rationality - after all, Xie Zhi still had to prepare for the exam and go to school, so he couldn't toss too much.

After one round, Xie Zhi was sleepy and drunk, and finally fell into a drowsy sleep.

Yan Si stared at Xie Zhi for a while, stretched out his hand, and touched the cooling ointment on the bedside.

Yan Si's fingers lifted Xie Zhi's neckline a little, and besides the red marks just now, there were quite a few bulging red envelopes.

After applying the cooling ointment, Yan Si smudged it away with his hand, then sat down at the end of the bed, and carefully applied the ointment to every mosquito pocket on Xie Zhi's calf.

After Yan Si applied the ointment, he went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and when he came back, he sat next to Xie Zhi and looked down at Xie Zhi.

The dim light attached to the hotel could not cover the blemishes under Xie Zhi's eyes, Yan Si stretched out his index finger, and gently stroked Xie Zhi's black eye circles.

A face that was once so beautiful that both humans and gods were angry with it finally had a flaw.

But it seems...it actually looks better.

Xie Zhi's eyelashes slapped twice like a fan, Yan Si stopped his fingers, Xie Zhi did not open his eyes.

"Go to sleep." Yan Si's fingers left Xie Zhi's eyes, then he leaned down and kissed Xie Zhi's eyelids.

"Good night, kid."

"It's these things."

"Thank you for your hard work, thank you..."

Xie Zhi opened his eyes in a daze while Yan Si was talking to whom he was talking to, stretched out his arms and touched the side, Xie Zhi touched the charging mobile phone, picked it up, put it in front of his eyes, and pressed the light on.

05:30 in the morning.

The morning light was faint, and it came in through the tulle curtains little by little, and fell on the pillow next to Xie Zhi.

"Are you awake?" Yan Si's voice came.

Xie Zhi turned his head and watched Yan Si walk in with several express boxes wrapped in black plastic bags.

Xie Zhi: "...Who is here?"

Yan Si: "The housekeeper of the clubhouse, brought the things I bought."

Xie Zhi: "Did you buy anything?"

"Ah."

As Yan Si said, he opened a courier box and took out a keyboard from it. Yan Si tapped his fingers like flying, completely silent.

Yan Si threw the keyboard on the bed, removed a courier box, and said, "It's for you."

"For me?"

Xie Zhi woke up, he lifted the quilt, was about to sit up, and then lay back silently.

Xie Zhi reached out and groped around, first found a Yan Si T-shirt, put it on with difficulty under the quilt, and then sat up again.

The two slender legs were bare, Xie Zhi crossed his legs and looked through the things Yan Si bought for him.

Blackout curtains, silent keyboards, pillows to cushion your waist, and…

"then."

After Yan Si unpacked the last courier, he casually threw it over to Xie Zhi.

Xie Zhi raised his hand to take the courier that Yan Si threw over him, lowered his head to identify it, and found that it was an ipad that was not too big or too small.

The courier bag in Yan Si's hand was balled up and thrown into the trash can. He looked up to see that Xie Zhi was wearing his own black T-shirt, with a disheveled head on his head and two long legs crossed.

"Thank you." Yan Si called him.

Xie Zhi was dismantling the ipad, when he heard this, he raised his head, and the next moment, his mouth was hit by Yan Si's.

Yan Si just kissed, stood back, supported the TV cabinet, and looked at Xie Zhi.

Xie Zhi was holding the ipad in his hand, his eyes were dazed, after a while, he subconsciously glanced at the bedside table.

Yan Si followed his gaze and saw the mouthwash on the bedside table.

Xie Zhi's eyes turned around again, and he raised his eyes to look at Yan Si, with a sense of condemnation.

Xie Zhi: "I didn't even rinse my mouth..."

"Pfft..." Yan Si couldn't help smiling, "Do I still despise you?"

Xie Zhi: "I despise myself..."

Yan Si nodded: "Oh, you said you despise me."

Xie Zhi was still in a daze just now, his eyes widened with silent condemnation, and he expressed "you are talking nonsense" very flexibly with his eyes, followed by a verbal protest.

Xie Zhi: "When did I dislike you?!"

Yan Si: "No time at all."

After Yan Si finished speaking, he lowered his head with lightning speed, and pressed Xie Zhi's lips once again.

"You don't dislike me, and I don't dislike you either." Yan Si spread his hands, "I don't dislike either, so why not give me a kiss?"

The morning sun had already climbed onto one side of Yan Si's cheek at this moment, but Xie Zhi stared at Yan Si, feeling that this ray of sunlight seemed inexplicably superfluous to Yan Si's radiant face.

Xie Zhi stared at Yan Si for a while, then laughed, stretched out his hand embarrassingly, and pressed down the flying hair on the top of his head, then lowered his head and smiled, "I can't say it to you."

"I'm right, of course you can't beat me." Yan Si scowled, while finding a big bag, and went to help Xie Zhi pack his things, "Bring these things back to the dormitory and equip them—it's so hot recently, don't let them Went outside to read a book, did you hear me?"

Xie Zhi: "Yes."

Yan Si: "It's impossible for me to tell you not to stay up late... At least, you have to eat well and take a 10-minute break at noon, you know?"

Xie Zhi: "Yes."

Yan Si wanted to pinch Zhi's face: "Yeah, you're very obedient, what's going on in your head?"

Xie Zhi: "I'm thinking about you."

Yan Si was simply and rudely putting the ipad into the big bag, when he heard this sentence, he paused.

Yan Si raised his head and looked at Xie Zhi.

Yan Si rolled his Adam's apple, his voice was a little hoarse: "What are you thinking about me?"

"I was thinking how handsome my boyfriend is." Xie Zhi said while extending his hand.

"I still want my boyfriend to give me a hug."

While speaking, Xie Zhi's hands had already circled Yan Si's back, kneeled on the bed, and hugged Yan Si into his arms.

Xie Zhi put his head on Yan Si's shoulder and neck, smelling the same scent of hotel body wash and shampoo on Yan Si's body as his own.

There are also some faint, but not dissipated, strict forest atmosphere.

"We won't see each other for a long time again..." Xie Zhi leaned against Yan Si and whispered.

"Little cosmic star Yansi." Xie Zhi said, "You should also eat well, take a 10-minute break at noon, take care of your work and studies, and take care of yourself."

"Don't get sick, don't get too tired." Xie Zhi said, "Promise me?"

"Yes." Yan Si said, "I promise you."

"Xie Zhi will always miss you." Xie Zhi said, closed his eyes with a smile, lifted one hand up, and stroked Yan Si's hair, "So, come on."

There was a sigh between Yan Si's Adam's apple, he smiled and shook his head, then hugged Xie Zhi tightly, greedily pressing him on his body, as if he wanted to fuse this body with himself.

"Understood." Yan Si whispered, "You have to work hard, my baby."

Yan Si lowered his head and kissed Xie Zhi's hair.

"Study hard." Yan Si said, "If you make progress, your boyfriend will reward you."

The two lingered until the alarm clock rang, and there was no more time for them to linger before they finally let go.

"Yan Si."

Xie Zhi went to the bathroom to wash up. After a rush of water and the creaking sound of brushing his teeth, Yan Si heard someone calling him.

Yan Si was confirming today's itinerary on his mobile phone, when he heard Xie Zhi call him, he raised his head.

Xie Zhi poked half of his head outside from the bathroom, saw Yan Si looking at him, smiled, and walked out from inside.

"Can we discuss something?" Xie Zhi asked while pinching his toothbrush.

Yan Si: "Huh?"

"This." Xie Zhi smiled shyly, dropped his hand without the toothbrush, pulled up the corner of the black T-shirt, and pulled it towards Yan Si, "Can I not change it? I'll just wear this to school?"

Yan Si stared at Xie Zhi with a complicated expression.

Xie Zhi didn't pay attention to the size when he pulled the black t-shirt. He pulled up the t-shirt that could have reached one-third of his thighs. Inside...

Black.

Yan Si squeezed the phone's fingers suddenly hard, and the joints turned white.

What should Yan Si be thankful for? ? ?Fortunately, I have excellent determination? ? ?Wouldn't it be a beast regardless of the occasion and location? ? ?

Yan Si crossed his legs, crossed his legs gracefully, with a slight bitterness in his smile: "Okay."

"You can wear it if you want..."

Yan Si still sent Xie Zhi to the intersection where he was sent off last time. When Xie Zhi arrived at the dormitory, no one got up, so he put down his things first, and covered himself with a quilt guiltily. Constructing Chinese Film History" to go to morning self-study.

Xie Zhi opened the classroom door, and first smelled the aroma of buns, and then saw Yang Guangcheng and Pan Yan sitting at the front and back tables.

Pan Yan looked up when he heard the door knock, raised his hand, and greeted Xie Zhi.

"Good morning." Xie Zhi went over with his book in his arms, put down his schoolbag, and greeted them.

"Okay, okay." Pan Yan said while pointing to the mountain of steamed buns on Yang Guangcheng's table, and said generously, "Have you had breakfast - steamed stuffed buns for a party, just grab and eat."

Xie Zhi took one, looked at the remaining buns with more than twenty, endured and endured, and finally couldn't help it.

Xie Zhi: "Pan Yan."

Pan Yan: "Huh?"

Xie Zhi: "I have been puzzled by a question for a long time—why do you eat and not gain weight?"

Yang Guangcheng raised his head when he heard the words, deeply convinced: "That's what I want to ask this birdman——Pan Yan, why do you not gain weight after eating?"

"Hey, is this an important question?" Pan Yan ignored the two of them, and looked at Xie Zhi while nibbling on a steamed bun. "We should gossip about him—Xie Zhi's little classmate. Let's interview you. Did you have a good time last night?"

Xie Zhi had just opened a page of the book, and was about to eat the steamed stuffed bun while reading it, when he heard this sentence, he slowly raised his head.

Xie Zhi looked at Pan Yan, and Pan Yan looked at Xie Zhi, looking at each other in confusion.

Finally, Xie Zhi swallowed the bun in his mouth and asked, "You know... what did I do last night?"

"I don't know exactly, I made a guess based on clues."

Clues?Guessing?

Xie Zhi suddenly remembered what Yan Si said when he appeared on the rooftop last night - "received a tip".

So, the so-called informant is...

"Did you tell Yan Si?" Xie Zhi laughed, a little embarrassed.

"That's right." Pan Yan was complacent, and he took a mouthful of buns, "At this time, what you need most is the care and love of your good friends."

"How can anyone in the world be better than Yan Si, a good friend?" Pan Yan spread his hands, "So, I took the lead and contacted Yan Si for you."

"Tch..." Yang Guangcheng snorted, and gave Xie Zhi a cup of soy milk, "Listen to him, he just wants to contact Zhou Ya."

"Damn!" Pan Yan slapped Yang Guangcheng, covering his face, a little shy.

Xie Zhi: "...how did Zhou Ya get involved?"

Pan Yan: "Zhou Ya and Li Yiyi know each other—I don't have Yan Si's contact information, so I just saved the country."

Yang Guangcheng: "So your main purpose is not Zhou Yamo."

Yang Guangcheng and Pan Yan's topic has completely deviated from the topic, and they began to argue about "it is for Zhou Ya" and "the fart is not for Zhou Ya".

Xie Zhi squeezed the soy milk and turned a page of the book. The soy milk is very sweet, and the freshly cooked soy milk is also very warm in the 26-degree air-conditioned room.

Xie Zhi touched the charmed bear on the bag, took another sip of soy milk, and suddenly missed Class [-] and [-] of high school.

"So, after my rigorous argumentation, I am not for Zhou Ya, but for Xie Zhi, okay?"

"Rebut, this is not true--people are not for themselves, and heaven and earth will perish."

"I also have shrimp and pork heart..."

"Thorn-"

The unnutritive conversation between Pan Yan and Yang Guangcheng was interrupted by a voice from Xie Zhi. The two turned their heads at the same time, just in time to see Xie Zhi tear off a page of the book and throw it into the trash can on his desktop.

Pan Yan patted his head and glanced at Yang Guangcheng, who asked, "Zhi, what are you doing?"

"A learning method." Xie Zhi explained, stretched out his index finger with his left hand, and nodded his head, "If you stay here, you don't need to stay on paper."

Pan Yan: "...I seem to have heard that those masters in the rocket class use this method to memorize English dictionaries."

Yang Guangcheng silently praised: "It's really ruthless, skr is ruthless..."

Xie Zhi smiled. Just as he was about to speak, the door of the front door slammed again, and high heels sounded. Guan Hong walked in with a book in his arms, and saw Pan Yan who was on shift first.

Guan Hong put the computer on the podium, looked away, and smiled: "Don't let me skip classes, be conscious, I won't chase you away."

Although Guan Hong was smiling, this lady was known as a smiling tiger. Pan Yan didn't dare to neglect her, so he got up and rushed out the door first, then grabbed the door frame and looked inside eagerly.

"I'm leaving first, brothers, don't forget me." Pan Yan said, "I have a lunch appointment at noon, call me—"

Pan Yan and Yang Guangcheng worked hand in hand, and with the addition of Xie Zhi, they became Jin Li's friends, the Iron Triangle.

Although it is said to be an iron triangle, in fact, only Yang Guangcheng and Pan Yan respected the matter of eating.

Xie Zhi sat across from the two of them, and he didn't miss the meal time. He took a palm-sized loose-leaf vocabulary card book and recited his accumulated literary knowledge.

According to the method of endorsement, memorize a page, tear a page, and after a meal, there will be at least twenty or thirty sheets in front of him.

Pan Yan devoured himself to feed himself, and then spared no time to stare at Xie Zhi, who had memorized art knowledge—Xie Zhi focused on the entry in his hand, kept half a noodle in his mouth, and kept his eyes on the card.

"Xie Zhi...is your grades not good?" Pan Yan asked Yang Guangcheng in a low voice.

"His grades are not good?!" Yang Guangcheng was eating noodles, and he almost had a heart attack when he heard that, "If his grades are not good, then I will be ashamed of Chengdu!"

Yang Guangcheng put it down and broke it up for Pan Yan: "We only took the test for three items--story writing, he won first place every time, general knowledge of literature, every time he was in the top five, it's just that the film and television reviews were a little weaker, and he never fell out of the top ten. .”

Yang Guangcheng: "Say it yourself, is this poor grade?"

Pan Yan: "...If you have such grades in our school, isn't it safe to take the Nortel exam?"

Yang Guangcheng patted his thigh: "I said the same thing!"

"Then Xie Zhi still spelled it like this..." Pan Yan: "What kind of achievement does he...wish?"

I want to be number one.

After parting with Yan Si, more than ten days passed, and two-thirds of the entire training camp passed, the whole class conducted a difficulty simulation to find out, and the test papers were distributed in the evening.

Xie Zhi opened the small book and recorded his ranking this time.

Story Writing - No.1.

Literary Common Sense - No.1.

Movie review...

Xie Zhi took a red pen and twirled it with his fingertips, and finally wrote the number "5" on it.

Film and television reviews are different from common sense in literature. As long as you do a mind map and then supplement your knowledge with common sense in literature, you can improve your score purely by rote memorization.

But movie reviews...

Xie Zhi himself didn't understand, since he was always the first in story writing, logically speaking, film and television reviews shouldn't always have such poor grades.

"Yo, this No.5 is marked with a red pen." Xie Zhi heard a female voice sounding above his head.

"Teacher Guan." Xie Zhi stood up and bowed obediently.

"Do you feel that your exam is not satisfactory enough?" Guan Hong asked.

Xie Zhi: "...um."

Guan Hong: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself - the general knowledge of literature has improved a lot, and the story writing is more readable than before. It only took you 20 days to get here."

Xie Zhi: "...um." But it was far from enough.

Guan Hong: "There is still time to improve before the art test, take your time, the teacher is very optimistic about you."

Guan Hong routinely gave a few words of encouragement, and then said, "Okay, now we're all gathered in the small auditorium to hold a star lecture, so hurry up and go too."

When Guan Hong said this, Xie Zhi realized that the classroom was empty.

The so-called star lecture hall means that Gionee will invite a senior in the circle every ten days, or to do homework, or to preach and learn. The basic goal is to help candidates build expectations for the circle and relax their minds.

Xie Zhi bid farewell to Guan Hong and walked to the small auditorium. As soon as he entered, the tallest person in the crowd waved his hand.

Yang Guangcheng mouthed: "Here, here——"

Xie Zhi hurried to Yang Guangcheng's side, saying sorry, sorry, halfway, Xie Zhi's WeChat rang.

Xie Zhi took his seats all the way, so he had time to read WeChat.

It is strict information.

Four: [Dear squad leader, how are you doing today? 】

Xie Zhi: "..."

Xie Zhi thought for a while before replying.

Xiao Zhi: [Not satisfied. 】

Four: [Why are you dissatisfied? 】

Xiaozhi: [I only got two first places in the exam, and I only got fifth place in film and television reviews. 】

Four: [The requirements are so strict? 】

Xiaozhi: [Anyway...not my ideal result. 】

four: [But for me, it's already ideal. 】

Four: [So. 】

Xiaozhi: [Huh? 】

Four: [I promised you the reward, and it's going to be online soon. 】

"It's turnon!!!!!! Ahhhhhhh!!! It's turnon!!!"

Xie Zhi's half-slapped "what reward" is still lying on the message list, and the screams in the auditorium are almost breaking down the fragile ceiling.

Xie Zhi looked forward, and in the gap of the standing crowd in front of him, he could see a small group of people with handsome make-up and shiny hair walking in.

"Students, please sit down, sit down!" Guan Hong stepped on her high heels to maintain discipline, "I'll count down to five—"

Guan Hong's words were magical, and everyone immediately sat down obediently and looked up at the people above like elementary school students.

The five people in turnon kept charming smiles, starting with Bi Fang, who was the oldest, and introduced them one by one.

The last one is Yan Si, the youngest in the group.

Yan Si took the microphone, and the electric current sounded in the speaker. Yan Si smiled and pointed at the microphone: "Hi everyone, I am Yan Si, one of the sharers of today's Star Lecture."

"Yoooooooooo—"

Different from the screams that others had just introduced, after Yan Si's introduction, the whole room was full of "yooooo", and Wang Ping yelled the most.

Accompanied by the shout of "yooooo", the eyes of the whole auditorium turned to focus on the last Xie Zhi.

Yan Si stood on the stage, watching the last Xie Zhi.

Xie Zhi's ears were red, but he still raised his hand and waved it.

Yan Si's smile deepened, he waved his hand too, and then happily gave a wink in Xie Zhi's direction.

The author has something to say: Xiao Yan: I feel a little tired after showing affection for a long time.So this time I will show something a little more advanced.