It's no big deal to travel to the game I broadcast live

The next night, Chi Zhan, Mo Rang and the screenwriter met in the restaurant.

The screenwriter is a square-rimmed, good-natured-looking woman in her twenties with droopy eyes.At first, he was lazily leaning on the chair, and when he saw them coming, he poured tea skillfully and put on a virtuous and gentle smile.

She and Mo Rang looked very familiar. After the two exchanged a few pleasantries, Mo Rang sat down naturally, and the screenwriter began to look at Chi Zhan.

Chi Zhan's heart moved. When he and Mo Rang appeared at the same time, it was rare for someone to focus on him so intently.

Ordinary people look at Mo Rang, not to mention ordinary people, but if it were him, he would also want to stare at Mo Rang and see how old he is.

Could it be that this screenwriter is his diehard fan?

Chi Zhan corrected his sitting posture, wanting to show his most handsome side to fans.At this moment, the screenwriter smiled, and her red lips curved up: "Chi Zhan, hello, hello, please sign me!"

Chi Zhan nodded, feeling that everything was proceeding according to his expectations: "Hey, well, where to sign?"

"Here's a small notebook." The screenwriter took out a hardcover notebook from his bag.

Without saying a word, Chi Zhan ran to her side and wrote the word "Chi Zhan" in Feiyang.

Mo Rang drank tea calmly at the side.

After the food was served, the three of them ate, and the screenwriter was full of praise for Chi Zhan: "Chi Zhan, I deliberately found a video of you singing at Lu Qizhi's concert, you sang really well—— "

"Where is it, your script is well written."

""Only Eat Grape Skins" is so beautiful, I didn't expect you to have a talent for variety shows!"

"No hahaha, how can there be hahahaha!"

"There are some!"

"No no!"

Mo Rang watched the two of them maintain their turn-based business bragging, maintaining a spectator posture, without saying a word, but with an unexpectedly gentle expression.

Finally, the screenwriter felt that he had run out of flattering words, and started to introduce the main topic: "Chi Zhan, this is a movie based on you and Dashen. You have already read the script. Do you have any details to correct?"

Chi Zhan raised his hand and looked at Mo Rang knowingly: "Yes!"

The screenwriter smiled with satisfaction. She knew that Chi Zhan and Mo Rang had come prepared this time. It seemed that he had discovered something extraordinary—her work should have made great progress today.

Chi Zhan cleared his throat, and said, "The first scene, the scene where I met the Great God—you wrote me 'walking on the road as usual while eating my favorite fried buns'?"

"Well, what's going on here?" the screenwriter asked.

Chi Zhan: "I don't like raw fried buns, pancakes and fruits are my favorite!"

"???" The screenwriter was just about to dislike him for making too much fuss, when he suddenly saw Mo Rang next to him, nodded, and said humbly, "...Okay, change this place and change it to 'You are eating your favorite pancake fruit' .”

Chi Zhan: "Also, then I bumped into the great god from another world at the corner of the street. Although he was injured, why didn't I send him to the hospital? Why did I bring him home?"

The screenwriter explained: "Mo Rang said at this time, please don't take him to the hospital, there is this line."

"No, that's not the point. Why did I just go home like this? Am I on my way to work? I'm missing work?"

"???" The screenwriter couldn't understand, she looked at Chi Zhan dumbfounded.

"I'm an excellent people's teacher, how can I skip class without asking for leave--" Chi Zhanyi said righteously, "It's such a bad influence."

It's not that he was bragging, he was never late once when he was working in a city high school!

"Then why don't you take a leave of absence...?" the screenwriter asked tentatively.

"Enn, and," Chi Zhan added, "During No. 13, he said that I was lecturing the students. I usually don't teach them. I just pour chicken soup into them—"

The screenwriter listened for a long time, but didn't find a point, so he said patiently, "Okay, change it."

"Also, when I tell jokes in class, I usually don't tell jokes here. I just talk about it after class."

"Yes." The screenwriter leaned weakly on the chair.

"I usually don't watch TV dramas, I like to play online games—"

The writer nodded.

"By the way, how did we get together?"

The screenwriter finally heard a somewhat technical question worthy of her explanation: "You two have been in love for a long time——"

Chi Zhan frowned and said "ah", "This... can it be broadcast?"

"???" The screenwriter felt a sense of frustration, and stuffed the note that Chi Zhan signed for him just now back into his hand, "My head hurts, Chi Zhan, I declare that you are not my idol now gone."

"Why!" Chi Zhan was taken aback, he was a little hurt.

The screenwriter told the truth, she silently stroked her long brown hair to her cheeks and covered her ears: "Because you are too noisy."

Chi Zhan was not convinced: "??? Then you haven't seen Xiao Zhu—"

While arguing with Chi Zhan, she asked Mo Rang for help with her eyes, but the latter looked at herself calmly, and then focused all her attention on the beaming man.

... didn't see it.

After being attacked by Chi Zhan's chattering skills, the screenwriter began to save himself: "This... let's take our time with these details. Is there any major change? Like personality or something?"

Chi Zhan clapped his hands approvingly: "Yes, personality! My personality seems to be too lively, but I am relatively calm in real life...after all, I am a teacher."

The screenwriter opened his mouth wide: Are you kidding me? ? ?

Mo Rang couldn't listen anymore, and said to the screenwriter: "Don't worry about this, and don't need to change it."

The writer is pardoned and clutches his chest in gratitude.

"Master...you have changed." Chi Zhan looked sad.

Mo Rang patted him on the shoulder and hugged him to comfort him: "Well, it's changed."

"..." Chi Zhan continued, "Then my personality will not change...it's fine, the Great God's personality seems a little too cold and impersonal."

The screenwriter adjusted his glasses: "That's right, isn't he always like this? He has always looked like he has nothing to do with ordinary people. How restored."

"No, he's still very gentle." Chi Zhan waved his hands and said seriously, "For example, after I brought him home who was injured, how could he attack me? Also, about the last quarrel, we can't quarrel at all. Get up—it's been a long time, and I haven't had a single quarrel."

The screenwriter had mixed feelings in his heart: "...I know, I will change it."

Why can Chi Zhan, a young man, show his affection so naturally? ? ?

Isn't it just with Mo Rang? ? ?What's there to show off--

The screenwriter's voice came to an abrupt end... If anyone is with Mo Rang, it's time to show off.

She bowed her head, she surrendered.

Mo Rang listened silently, with a low voice, and said in Chi Zhan's ear, "Go back and tell me."

"...What did you say?" Chi Zhan twisted his neck, he was very puzzled, did he say anything just now? ? ?

The screenwriter came out to interrupt: "Okay, is there anything else?"

"No, it's really well written!" Chi Zhan gave a thumbs up.

The screenwriter nodded, and was about to continue chatting with him. Mo Rang said that he had something to deal with in his studio, so he left for a while, and came back to pick up Chi Zhan when he was done.Chi Zhan blew a kiss to Morang, and then looked at the screenwriter.

The screenwriter asked: "Look, we've finished our meal, should we find a place to have a drink so we can chat about singing?"

Chi Zhan immediately agreed, and the two ran to a nearby decent bar with a nice environment. In an elegant booth, the background music was lyrical French songs.

The screenwriter asked: "What seat are you?"

"Shoot... Sagittarius." Chi Zhan didn't understand, did the constellations have any special meaning? ? ?

"You're not like a Sagittarius."

Chi Zhan nodded, and looked at the screenwriter with sincere eyes. He had a good impression of this girl—it seems that not all writers are as ruthless as Nuan Nuan Ku Kuo.

"We have almost discussed this part of the plot, so what do you think about the theme song?" The light in the bar is relatively weak. Under this light, the screenwriter's paper notebook loses its function.

The screenwriter opened the memo on the phone and said to Chi Zhan, "You haven't listened to the theme song, have you? It's brisk and very nice."

"Quickly?"

"Come on, I'll show you a demo." The screenwriter clicked on a file and handed Chi Zhan the earphones.

Immediately, a melodious tone appeared in Chi Zhan's ears. For some reason, he heard not only the lightness, but also his previous state of mind.

After a few glasses of wine, half an hour later, Chi Zhan was drunk. He stretched out a finger and waved it in the air, as if he wanted to speak freely.

The screenwriter took a sip of his wine and squinted his eyes: "Actually, I want to hear more about the relationship between you and Mo Rang than the details of the script. You must know that it is Mo Rang. He is indifferent to everything except acting. I like him." The beauties can line up from the bar to the gate of Lakeside City, but for so many years, he just hasn't fallen in love with anyone, even Yu Huanyan's level has fallen."

"Since he first debuted, he has had such a personality, and he suffered a lot because he was incomprehensible or too indifferent. Alas, that is all in the past."

The screenwriter squinted and bit his lip to look at him: "There are so many stars in the entertainment circle, what kind of appearance do they look like? I think it might be that he is very demanding and wants to find someone who is like a fairy and has a similar level to him."

"As time goes by, he was single when I was single, and he was single when I got married. Now my daughter is two years old. I'm afraid that he will continue to be single like this, and he will meet you in the end."

Because Chi Zhan kept silent, the screenwriter grabbed the right to speak.

She looked Chi Zhan up and down, she was also a little drunk, her cheeks were flushed, and she patted his chest with a smile: "Look at you, your figure is average among the stars, and your face is not the most outstanding among the stars. Silly, but noisy, Mo Rang is such a quiet person...it's really amazing, and you two complement each other."

Chi Zhan was a little delirious at this time, but the word "complementary" was like thunder, his face collapsed, and he slapped the table: "You—I'm that bad?"

"...It's not that you're bad," the screenwriter knew that he had spoken harshly just now, so he comforted him, "It's because he's so kind."

"Yeah...he's so kind." Hearing these words, Chi Zhan looked a little disappointed and sighed.