After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

He smiled guiltyly: "Sorry, teacher, I'm late."

The empress's teacher raised his head and gave him an annoyed look, then moved his chin and pointed to the seat behind him, telling him to sit down quickly.

Zhang Yan flew to the back of the classroom like a mouse crossing the street, and sat down on the left hand side of the girl at the back.

He looked around and found that except for him, all the girls were taking notes seriously with a notebook in hand.But he had neither pen nor paper, so he had to sit and listen to the trainer.

The teacher cleared his throat: "This student is late. Let me emphasize again, as our assistant, the first rule of the code is to keep secret."

Zhang Yan thought, why is this like a CIA agent, and the first thing is to keep it secret?

"As a celebrity's assistant, you will inevitably have a lot of celebrity's privacy, but," the teacher paused, "you can't reveal a single word to the media or disclose it yourself on the Internet. This is a violation of the contract and the assistant profession. professional ethics."

Zhang Yan nodded. This is indeed the reason. The public image of a celebrity is very important. How many celebrities have a face in front of the screen and a face behind the screen. There is no way to mix it up.

"You can break the news to the public out of revenge or to get more money, and celebrities may choose to kill you in order to protect themselves. As the saying goes, breaking the news is good for a while, and it ends in a crematorium."

The teacher spoke very straightforwardly, Lan Hua raised her finger, and the girls in the circle were all amused.

"Okay. Anyway, this one must be kept in mind." The teacher tapped the board with a marker to calm everyone down, and then continued: "Next, please open the textbook you sent earlier, and let's introduce the types of assistants. .”

"Assistants are mainly divided into three categories, one is work assistants..."

After listening to the morning class, the afternoon continued. At 03:30, the class was finally over. Zhang Yan came out of the classroom feeling dizzy. The girl who was sitting next to him heard that he was Fang Qian's assistant, so she caught up and asked He asked for a cell phone number.

The girl's name was Wang Xiaomeng, and her eyes were big and watery. Zhang Yan had no heart to refuse, so he gave her her cell phone number.

She wrote down the number with a smile, then raised her head and asked, "Brother Zhang Yan, why are you here as an assistant?"

"Then what, I met Fang Qian before, and he needed an assistant temporarily, so he didn't worry about outsiders, so let me take it for a few months." He didn't think much, and said casually.

The assistants are usually girls, and they are required to have good looks and good temperament. Zhang Yan is a man, and he is much older than them, which is indeed a bit strange.

Wang Xiaomeng showed a longing look on his face: "So you knew Fang Qian before? How is he in real life?"

Zhang Yan thought for a while, the real person seemed to be a bit more handsome than on TV, but it would hurt his self-esteem to ask him to call other men handsome in front of the girls, so he dealt with it: "That's it, it's about the same as the photos, don't you already join the company Is it? I'll see you sooner or later."

"Success, Brother Zhang Yan, I'm leaving first, remember to contact me when you have time." Wang Xiaomeng waved to him, and walked away with the other girls.

Zhang Yan went to the coffee shop on the 8th floor again, chatted with Shen Ke, who was in charge of publicity work, about work, and exchanged contact information before finally completing the day's itinerary.

Coming out of the box of the coffee shop, He Lanjue was already waiting outside, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other looking at his phone.

Sensing his approach, he raised his head and smiled at him, his eyes curved into a nice arc: "It's over?"

"Yeah." Zhang Yan said, looking at He Lanjue's latest iPhone, he couldn't help being a little envious.His mobile phone has not been replaced for two and a half years, and it is stuck to death every time. It is good to have money. When he makes money in the future, he will change his mobile phone every day to play.

"Let's go." He Lanjue said concisely.

Zhang Yan knew that the schedules of these celebrities were very busy, and they flew all over the country, and they rarely had holidays. Originally, Fang Qian was supposed to take pictures for magazines tomorrow, but his forehead was injured. Push them all away and let him rest at home.

This is also a good thing, at least He Lanjue has time to observe, learn and adapt, otherwise, according to He Lanjue's current state, sooner or later he will offend a group of people and be forced to quit the entertainment industry.

He didn't know if He Lanjue had any special skills to make a living. If Fang Qian quit the circle, he wouldn't be able to support this big living man!

They arrived at the entrance of the company, got into a black Hyundai, and drove to the downtown hospital.

It was more than 04:30 after the registration was completed, and the doctors were about to leave work.Zhang Yan hurriedly dragged He Lanjue up to the general surgery department on the third floor. There were very few people in the waiting room. They were the only ones in the waiting room. Fang Qian's name was displayed on the caller. They pushed open the door of the consulting room, and they were still on duty the night before. That female doctor.

Seeing that it was Fang Qian, the doctor immediately laughed like a flower, and beckoned them to sit down.Zhang Yan handed over Fang Qian's medical records and social security card.

"To change the medicine?" the female doctor asked.

He Lanjue nodded, and the female doctor put on her gloves, opened the gauze on the wound, and said "ah" in surprise.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Yan leaned over and asked, "Is there something wrong with the wound?"

The female doctor shook her head and pointed to the wound on He Lanjue's forehead: "His wound grows too fast, it takes about a week for ordinary people to remove the stitches, but his wound has healed and can be removed now .”

"Ah?" Zhang Yan was also a little confused. Although He Lanjue was a great cultivation power, Fang Qian was still an ordinary person with flesh and blood.Could it be that the primordial spirit has affected the body?

He and He Lanjue looked at each other, and then asked: "Doctor, is Fang Qian's situation serious?"

"Hmm..." The female doctor turned around to get the blade, skillfully put the scalpel on the handle, turned around and said, "It seems that there is nothing wrong with it now, I will remove the stitches today, and then I will replace him with a new one." Take a look at the medicine, come to the hospital tomorrow and let me take a look. I will still go to work tomorrow."

He turned back to He Lanjue and said, "Maybe it hurts a bit, bear with it." After saying that, he picked up the medical tweezers and a scalpel, removed the stitches in twos, changed Fang Qian's medicine, and continued to wrap it up.

On the way back to the car, Zhang Yan couldn't hold back and asked, "He Lanjue, what's the matter with your wound? Could it be that your primordial spirit is affecting you?"

He Lanjue looked at him: "You care about me?"

"Ahem..." Zhang Yan turned his head unnaturally, this guy really knows how to put his nose on his face: "I am your assistant, I have to take care of your health."

He Lanjue smiled a little: "With the nourishment of the primordial spirit, the physical wounds will naturally heal faster, and there will be no serious problems."

Hearing what he said, Zhang Yan let go of a hanging heart: "That's good." He looked out of the window, and suddenly found something wrong with the passing street scene: "Eh? Where is this car going? Isn't it going to my house? direction. Brother driver, did you drive the wrong way?”

He Lanjue said without changing his face, "That's right, this is the way to my house."

"You go home as soon as you get home, tell me earlier, put me down in the car, won't it be more troublesome for me to go home?" Zhang Yan said angrily, this direction is just opposite to his home direction, and he will have to sit for half an hour longer the bus.

"No need." He Lanjue said calmly, "You also come home with me."

"What?" Zhang Yan didn't let go of the handle of the car door, thinking he heard it wrong.

"You come back to the apartment with me."

Zhang Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What am I doing at your house? I'm just your work assistant."

He Lanjue didn't speak, raised his left hand, pointed to the knuckles of his ring finger, and silently reminded Zhang Yan of their real relationship.

what is this!Does Huang Shiren occupy the cabbage?This kind of unilateral arranged marriage, a new socialist youth like him will never admit it!Zhang Yan immediately retorted: "This doesn't count."

"It's up to you." He Lanjue said the standard lines of a bully with such a deadpan expression.

The sample is a quick learner!Now that everyone is in the car, he can't just jump out of the car and run away.Zhang Yan slandered, and pulled out a smile: "Brother, at least you have to let me go back to get things?"

"There are ready-made ones in the apartment."

"..." Cheng, count yourself as ruthless.

Zhang Yan closed his mouth, turned his head and started looking out the window.The car moved step by step in the evening rush hour, and moved with difficulty. After being stuck in traffic for an hour and a half, it finally got off the elevated road and entered the gate of the community.

Looking out of the car window, Zhang Yan saw that there were high-end residential areas around here. It was not surprising that Fang Qian lived here, but it was far away from the village in the city. What did he do in the village in the city that night?How could it fall from the roof?

Suspicion clouded Zhang Yan's mind again. He turned his head to look at the parallel importer Fang Qian beside him. He said that he had no previous memories. Could it be that Fang Qian's death has become an eternal mystery?

Inexplicably, Zhang Yan felt a little pity for Fang Qian: the death is unknown, and his body is still occupied, this Fang Qian is also quite pitiful.

The car stopped in front of the building. Before Zhang Yan could react, He Lanjue took his hand and took the elevator all the way up to the fifteenth floor.

Fang Qian's apartment is about [-] to [-] square meters, with three bedrooms and one living room, and the decoration is simple and comfortable.Although it can't be called a luxury house, but in Chenhai, a city where every inch of land is very expensive, a house in this area is also very impressive. Zhang Yan may not be able to afford it after working hard all his life.

He Lanjue closed the door, turned around and looked at Zhang Yan who had changed into slippers and sat on the sofa: "Did you want to say something just now?"

His eyes were deep and dark, as if he could see Zhang Yan's heart all the time.

Zhang Yan unconsciously said what was in his mind: "It's nothing, I was just thinking about Fang Qian before, why did he go to the village in the city, did he see anyone, and why did he fall, I always feel that something is wrong. A little strange..."

He Lanjue nodded: "You are right, this matter is a hidden danger, and it will be investigated sooner or later."

He had seen Fang Qian's death, the one who killed him didn't look like a human, but a demon.

Zhang Yan was about to agree, but his stomach started to growl untimely, and he looked at He Lanjue embarrassedly: "This... can we solve the problem of food and clothing first?"

He Lanjue smiled, "Okay, let's order a takeaway.

After the two of them finished their meal, Zhang Yan asked He Lanjue what the WiFi password of Fang Qian's home was, but He Lanjue didn't know it.

Without WiFi, Zhang Yan had no choice but to call Zhao Ling, claiming that Fang Qian only got the password after hitting his head and losing part of his memory.

Zhao Ling warned: "Zhang Yan, I have sent Fang Qian's recent work schedule to your mailbox, please check it carefully."

"I see, thank you, sister." Zhang Yan said while opening Fang Qian's notebook on the coffee table, but he didn't expect to need a password to use it.

So afraid of peeping, does he have something shameful?Zhang Yan had no choice but to ask Zhao Ling again.

"What do you want Fang Qian's computer password for?" Zhao Ling asked casually, and then responded instantly: "Are you at Fang Qian's house now?"