BE Crazy Demon Survival System

Xu Qichen was a little confused.

He didn't understand why he didn't resist, let alone the meaning of this kiss.

His whole body seemed to be controlled by something, as soon as he met Lin Ran, he couldn't help himself.

Ten years on, that feeling came up again.

But for a moment, he really hoped that time would stop like this, even if he couldn't return to the real world.

Lin Ran originally planned to wait for the sunrise here, but he didn't expect it to rain suddenly, and the rain in the coastal cities was so destructive that the two of them could only escape by riding a car, a messy romance.

Back at the hotel, after taking a hot bath, Xu Qichen wiped off the moisture on the mirror, saw that face that did not belong to him, and thought of Lin Ran's kiss.

My heart suddenly became empty.

"0901, are you asleep?"

0901: "Mr. Xu, I am an AI and I don't need to sleep."

Xu Qichen snorted, and asked again: "Do you think Lin Ran likes me now?"

0901: "Mr. Xu, this is a foul."

Xu Qichen: "I just want to talk to someone."

0901: "You can ask Lin Ran."

Xu Qichen's first reaction in his heart was no, and he turned over, "He is a difficult person to understand, and I can't always tell whether what he said was joking or serious."

0901: "Haven't you met someone like this before?"

Xu Qichen didn't answer anymore.

The reward page appeared again in the system, this time there were [-] points, Xu Qichen collected the points, but his mind was still confused.

He felt that everything was going too well.

Obviously my mission is to try to attack him, but why am I more passive?

Did Lin Ran fall in love with him so easily?

Why, I can't find a convincing answer.

What if Lin Ran didn't like him, but just got too involved in the drama and lost control for a while?

It's as simple as just playing around.

The result of thinking made him more and more uncertain, and he couldn't fall asleep in bed anyway, so he could only keep his eyes open until dawn.

As a result, I started to fall asleep as soon as I got on the plane, and I fell asleep in a daze.

The first-class stewardess hesitated for a long time, then walked to Lin Ran's side, "Mr. Lin Ran, I, I am your fan, can you take a photo with me?"

Lin Ran readily agreed and stood up to take a picture with the two stewardesses, but he only noticed that the eyes of the other stewardess kept looking at Xu Qichen who was sleeping unconscious on the seat next to Lin Ran.

"He didn't have a good rest yesterday." The air conditioner was turned on very cold, and remembering that it was raining heavily last night, Lin Ran smiled at the flight attendant, "Please help me get another blanket."

The stewardess nodded again and again, "Okay, wait a minute." She quickly handed a blanket to Lin Ran, who gently covered Xu Qichen with the blanket, and the other shrank back, and the hat on his head fell off. Come down, revealing a messy hair.

The plane flew for more than ten hours, and Xu Qichen also slept for more than ten hours. Before getting off the plane, he was woken up by Zhang Xiaoxiao. His hair was in a mess, so he could only push it back and put the hat on his head.

The airport fashion that Li Yun emphasized many times before was completely forgotten by Xu Qichen, who was half asleep. He didn't wear sunglasses, and he still had a plain face, unlike Lin Ran who was walking in front, whose shape was just right. Always keep a smile on your face.

There were far more fans who picked up the plane than he had imagined. They surrounded Xu Qichen, Lin Ran and several staff on three floors. Xu Qichen felt that everyone was calling him, stuffing things into his arms, He was a little overwhelmed, and his mind was even more chaotic than the airport pick-up scene.

A fan shouted: "Brother Mengze, did you sleep on the plane?"

Xu Qichen turned his head, and the little girl was taking pictures of him with her mobile phone. He tilted his head in embarrassment, "How do you know?"

"You have sleep marks on the right side of your face."

A burst of laughter erupted around, Xu Qichen let out a groan, rubbed his cheeks, and then laughed too.Looking forward, Lin Ran was nowhere to be found. He poked his head out of the crowd and looked around.

"Brother, what are you looking for?"

Xu Qichen: "Hmm... Where's Lin Ran?"

The little girls around suddenly screamed, making Xu Qichen tremble in fright.

Did he say something wrong?

"Over there! Brother, Lin Ran is over there!"

"Oh thank you, I see." Xu Qichen hurriedly squeezed through the crowd and headed towards Lin Ran.

When he arrived at the hotel arranged by the Shanghai studio, Xu Qichen was so tired that his bones were falling apart. He was obviously a little girl, so why is he so strong.

The temperature in Shanghai is not much lower than that in Nice, it seems to be more stuffy.

However, even if the location was changed, the high efficiency of the crew remained the same, and everyone entered the state as quickly as possible.

"The first time in the 58th scene of "Nanke", let's start! Crack!"

The office is busy and crowded.

Nan Ke concentrated on writing the last paragraph of the interview, then fell back on the swivel chair.

so tired.

"Nanke!"

Before half a minute of rest, he heard the director calling his name. Nan Ke sat up straight and answered, "What's wrong?"

The director was sweating profusely, and he bypassed a lot of colleagues who were discussing the manuscript and walked to Nanke's desk, "Gina went to the hospital for appendicitis, and you should help her with the interview in her hand!"

Nan Ke showed distress, "But I have an appointment later, it's almost time..."

The director waved his hand, "It doesn't matter, I can ask Xiao Chen to replace you." He put a stack of materials on Nanke's desk, "We had an appointment for this interview for more than two months before the other party agreed. He was in China My first interview!"

Nan Ke glanced at the information, and the interviewee was a writer, "Nathan? French?"

"That's right, a rookie in the literary world in recent years. You can see that you and Gina have no problem communicating in French in the group. Now that she is down, only you can get on. Don't worry, I will arrange your work for you. You can just go right now!"

It is not the first time that Nan Ke, the mainstay of the magazine, has experienced such a thing as driving ducks to the shelves.

"Don't you need a camera?"

"Don't bring it, the other party said that they don't want to be exposed, and only do text interviews."

I drove to the appointment location, which was a five-star hotel, and I was allowed to enter after explaining my intention to the front desk.

presidential suite.This writer is not simple at all. Ever since Nan Ke entered the media industry, his time has been squeezed out, and his hobby of reading books has become a luxury. Therefore, he is not familiar with this Nathan, but look at this posture , probably also a typical French romantic novelist.

Standing at the door, Nan Ke sorted out his appearance, and then pressed the doorbell.

no respond.

After a while, press it again.

Still the same.

After repeating it about six times, there was a little sound coming from the other side of the door, rattling, as if something had been knocked over.

The door opened.

"Hi, I'm Nan, a reporter from XX Magazine..."

The self-introduction, which was so familiar that it could no longer be familiar, stuck in his throat the moment he saw the other party.

The person in front of him was not a tall French youth with blond hair and blue eyes in his imagination.

It was a thin and pale man with black hair. The white shirt on his upper body was half open, probably just put it on, exuding a mixed smell of spirits and men's perfume. The whole person slowly fell to the ground.

He raised his head and met Nan Ke's gaze. The hangover made his reaction much slower than normal people's. His eyes narrowed slowly, and at the moment when the outline of the reporter's face was finally clear, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Soon, he returned to his blurred eyes, laughed, and greeted him in French.

"Hello, I'm Nathan."

He struggled to get up from the ground, finally stood still with his shaking body, stroked his slightly long hair back, smiled at Nan Ke who had not recovered from the shock, and said in Chinese, "Of course, call It doesn't matter to me, Yu Ning, as you like."

Nan Ke didn't shake that hand back, but Yu Ning was the first to break the awkward silence. He turned around, staggered over the rickety furniture on the ground, and opened the curtains. The sunlight made him subconsciously cover his eyes.

Then he straightened two chairs, pointed to one of them, and said, "Please sit down." From nowhere, I found a note with the appointment information written on it, "If I remember correctly, the reporter appointed by your agency is a woman. The child is right."

Nan Ke closed the door, went to the chair and sat down, "Yes, I am temporarily replacing her."

Yuning raised his eyebrows, "I'm really sorry, I misremembered the date, I went out last night..." He shrugged, "It doesn't matter, I'm sober now, it won't affect your work."

Nan Ke tightly squeezed the recording pen in his hand, he couldn't hear what Yu Ning said at all, he could only see the hickey on his collarbone, the bruise on his wrist, and the mess all over the floor in this apartment.

Yuning leaned on the chair and looked at him.

"Aren't you going to start?"

"CUT!" Director Chen, who was sitting behind the monitor, suddenly stopped, and then stepped forward, "Yu Ning, now you need to be in a state where you are using a disguise to cover up your inner emotions. You must handle this well."

Xu Qichen nodded, and took a deep breath. The difference between Yuning's state seven years ago and seven years later is really too big. This is a challenge for any actor, let alone he is just a rookie.

Looking up at Lin Ran, Lin Ran was playing with the recorder in his hand, feeling that Xu Qichen was looking at him, he also raised his head.

"Why can you get into the mood so quickly?" Xu Qichen asked him for advice very sincerely.

"What state?"

"It's Nan Ke's state," Xu Qichen explained, "You can immediately jump out of the scenes of the previous few days, and immediately enter Nan Ke's emotions after the reunion."

Lin Ran smiled and didn't speak.

He couldn't say that when he saw Xu Qichen's spoiled debauched appearance, he would be furious, and he didn't even need to act to get emotional all at once.

"Are you still immersed in the dream from seven years ago?" Lin Ran asked suddenly.

There was a hint of contempt on his expression, and it was a very serious contempt, "Those are all fake, ambiguity is fake, liking is fake, and you are the only one holding a heart and wanting to stuff it into my hand. Leave The posture was so ugly back then, but now you know how to restrain yourself, do you know how to be more decent when we meet again?"

Seeing Xu Qichen's brows slightly frowned, Lin Ran continued: "Do you really think that someone likes you? What do you like? This face? Or do you like your youthful and ignorant innocence? Don't dream, it's just a certain person. It's just mutual comfort at the point of time, it's not like liking at all."

Xu Qichen's eyes darkened, his thoughts seemed to be far away from here, Lin Ran immediately changed his tone, "Remember the sadness now, you have to hate Nanke."

Xu Qichen raised his eyes to look at Lin Ran, who responded with a warm smile, "Not a single word of what I just said is true."

On the one hand, I want him to understand the feeling of being hurt by others, and on the other hand, I will feel distressed because he is really sad.

So troublesome.

"Let's do another one!"

"The first time in the 68th scene of "Nanke", let's start! Crack!"

As the sound of hitting the board fell, a smile appeared on Xu Qichen's face, and Lin Ran's face in front of him gradually blurred, merging with a certain face in memory.

"Aren't you going to start? Mr. Reporter?"

The knuckles of Nan Ke's hand holding the recording pen turned white. He lowered his head and opened the question paper prepared by his colleague, "The narrative tone of your new book "City of Loathing" is quite dark. loneliness, but you only wrote the sentence 'this is a love story' in your introduction, so does this reflect your... view of love in some way..."

He didn't expect Gina's first question to be so embarrassing.

Yu Ning raised his elbows and turned his head to look at Nan Ke, "Every book I write reflects my view of love." He smiled, "Everyone has different opinions on love. For me In terms of it... it's probably a Chinese idiom."

Yuning smiled, and continued: "A bird of fright."

"My view of love is very negative. It can be said that I am that bird."

Nan Ke lowered his head, and the words on the question paper seemed to be spinning. It took him a lot of energy to focus on it: "You describe the state of depression in your novel with a sense of reality. May I ask how you described the state of depression during the creation process?" How did you get the material in it?"

"Has no one said that depression is a disease that favors writers?" After saying this, seeing Nan Ke's face change, Yu Ning smiled again. The smiling face in the sun was almost the same as that of the boy in the past. respectively.

"Just kidding. I'm just digging into my anxiety and depression as best I can, and that's enough."

In this way, according to the question draft one by one, Yu Ning cooperated unexpectedly, and time flowed quietly.

Nan Ke closed the script and asked the last question.

"Readers are very curious, what sources of inspiration do you have?"

"The source of inspiration..." Yu Ning's eyes wandered, "Alcohol? A lot of alcohol. And... I'm not sure if you can write it in..."

Yu Ning's eyes stopped on Nan Ke's body, met his eyes, and silently made a mouth shape.

An English word, the lips look like a smile.

SEX.

Nan Ke suddenly pressed the off button of the recorder.

Yu Ning was puzzled, until the other party stepped forward and grabbed his collar with trembling hands, he still maintained a puzzled expression on his face, "Mr. Reporter, why are you angry?"

"I was abandoned by you without telling me, and I am still smiling."