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

Chi Zhan carefully watched Mo Rang's expression, and asked uncertainly, "Then, should I find a taxi to take you back now?"

……

Now that you know you can take a taxi, why don't you tell me, my God?Why!

Chi Zhan was very convinced. Did this great god come to visit the national 5A scenic spot - "Chi Zhan's Pink Bed" on purpose?

Mo Rang's eyes seemed to have stars falling slowly: "Forget it."

He was originally going to take a taxi back home, or call his agent to help him drive, but he didn't expect Chi Zhan to invite him to his house so sincerely, he was too kind to refuse.

Looking at Chi Zhan's expression later, he knew that this person hadn't thought of this at all.

Mo Rang was a little helpless, he didn't know whether to call him stupid or mentally retarded.

Oh, there is no difference between these two.

"Master, you won't tell this secret, will you?" An alarm bell rang in Chi Zhan's brain, and he poured water for Mo Rang who was sitting on his sofa.

He glanced back at Mo Rang: his life is so legendary, the hero of the Red Light game can actually sit on the sofa in his house.

"What secret?"

"The pink secret." Chi Zhan handed the cup to Mo Rang.

Mo Rang glanced at him: "No."

"Then I'm relieved." Chi Zhan laughed, and sat side by side on the sofa with Mo Rang.

His life is so legendary that he can sit side by side with the hero of the Red Light game on the sofa of his house.

Mo Rang looked at this quite Chizhan-style living room, small but not narrow, with many furnishings but not messy, there seemed to be gentleness in his eyes, slowly overflowing.

Chi Zhan suddenly remembered something.

He is the protagonist, and Mo Rang is the hero who can be captured. The protagonist and the target of the capture are in the same room, and something must happen.

He also forgot to ask Nuan Nuan Meng Ku Ku if anything happened.

Like this, that, that, that and that.

After thinking about it, Chi Zhan came to a conclusion: I don't seem to be losing money?

Phew, what a dirty idea.

Chi Zhan patted his cheek suddenly.

Mo Rang heard the unusual sound of palms and faces colliding, and said solemnly: "Don't hurt yourself."

Chi Zhan was stunned.

Mo Rang continued: "The owner of the noodle shop, do you know him?"

"Well, I know you." Chi Zhan said.

At the same time, he met Mo Rang's eyes, and wanted to convey the truth in his heart to the Great God: She is my real mother and your brother.

Hearing Chi Zhan's meaningful tone, Mo Rang raised his voice slightly, and his eyes flashed: "She knows me too?"

"People all over the country know you."

Mo Rang frowned: "Why did you choose to meet there?"

"..."

Because the mother wants to see her son.

This is what I said two chapters ago. Chi Zhan wondered if he should say it again, and it would be good to make up the number of words for mental activities.

"Probably because...that noodle shop is more important?" Chi Zhan turned on the air conditioner and replied.

"Crossing the Noodle Shop" is the stronghold of their little friends and relatives, and it must be important.

"Is she important?" Mo Rang whispered.

Chi Zhan was taken aback, thinking what the problem was, he must have misunderstood the point.

But being warm, cute and cool is really important.

Where would Mo Rang and him be without Nuan Nuan Meng Ku Ku?Without "The Counterattack of the Extinct Celebrity", he would not be able to rekindle the popularity, nor would he be able to give Tang Gungun a knowing blow.

"It's important, it's important. She was the first fan to raise a sign for me. She was the only one holding my support sign when we went to participate in "Happy Explosion Day". In a sense, I wouldn’t be who I am now without her.”

Chi Zhan felt that his description was very appropriate, and his language skills had improved.

Mo Rang lowered his head and sipped, his arms resting on the side of the sofa.

In the half moment of silence, Chi Zhan was very flustered. The last thing he could handle was silence.

When I was in class, I was most afraid that no students would agree to answer the conversation, and when I was live broadcasting, I was most afraid that there were very few barrage comments.

It has nothing to do with vanity and selfishness.

He speaks fast and talks a lot, and he often makes big guesses about a certain silence across time and space.

So there was a reason why he didn't attack Mo Rang in the first place. Facing Mo Rang, who cherishes words like gold and is quiet, the two of them will only dislike and suspect each other when they are together.

Mo Rang took a long time to answer.

He said in a deep voice, "I respect your choice."

Chi Zhan couldn't keep up with Mo Rang's thinking: "What choice?"

What do you mean?

Mo Rang waved his hand, indicating that this topic can stop here.

"..." Chi Zhan held his breath, feeling frustrated.

After Mo Rang heard Chi Zhan's description, he made up his mind.

Chi Zhan is so stupid, so he should find someone with a maternal spirit to take care of him.

take care of?

He heard the description in his heart, and his thoughts became more and more profound.

"By the way, God! Would you like to come and see my recording studio?"

Chi Zhan had been sitting upright on the sofa with Mo Rang for a long time. He wanted to change to a decadent and comfortable posture, but he was afraid of arousing the resentment of the great god, so he said such a meaningless sentence. Don't watch my TV?Do you want to see my balcony?Do you want to see my bathroom?Do you want to see my bathroom?Do you want to see my health care?

"En." Mo Rang pushed the water glass lightly, got up and said.

Chi Zhan also stood up and led him to open the door to the new world.

To say yes is to take two steps forward.

Mo Rang looked at this simple recording studio, and there were slightly old wallpapers, pop-proof covers, microphones, and high-end headphones as far as he could see: "There is no pink."

……

Please listen to his explanation, there is a big misunderstanding in this.

"I made my bedroom pink for a reason." Chi Zhan put the guitar in the corner and said solemnly.

Mo Rang motioned him to continue talking with his eyes.

Chi Zhan continued to talk nonsense: "Since I was a child, my lucky color is pink, but since I debuted, everything went wrong, and I didn't care so much. One day, I brought a friend to this house. I did some research. At that time, my bedroom was not pink, but very simple and elegant. After seeing my bedroom, my friend immediately suggested that I change the location of the bedroom and the study, and change the bedroom to pink. "

"Plus I said that my lucky color is pink, so he's even more sure of it," Chi Zhan seemed distressed, "That's why you see what you are doing now."

Mo Rang understood and nodded: "Got it."

……

Looking at the serious expression of the Great God, do you really believe it?

... to commit crimes.

"By the way, I have to make a call to my agent." Chi Zhan said as he took out his cell phone and started making a call, squatting in the corner shoulder to shoulder with the guitar.

"it is good."

"Hello, Xiao Zhu." The call was connected.

Xiao Zhu was angry: "What are you calling late at night? What are you doing?"

The familiar Xiao Zhu is back!He is back with a familiar Taipei accent!

"I accepted the program "Going to School with Idols", when will it start?" Chi Zhan asked.

"A week later, you need to live on campus. You don't need to bring too much luggage, just prepare a few sets of clothes. Basically, you will wear school uniforms all the time. I will send you the specific documents by email."

"Ok, Ok."

Chi Zhan discussed the basic matters with Xiao Zhu, and when he was about to hang up the phone, Chi Zhan heard Mo Rang ask——

"Is this the score?" Mo Rang bent down to pick up a piece of paper scattered on the ground, and asked, "It fell out of the dictionary."

Chi Zhan was very shocked, and Xiao Zhu on the other end of the phone was also very shocked: "What the hell are you doing?"

"...You heard it wrong." Chi Zhan shook his hand and hung up the phone.

This time the hand trembled in time.

He put away his phone with a serious expression on his face.

Due to too many things recently, he completely forgot that he once treasured this score in the "Xinhua Dictionary".

In the original game, this score is a Yangtze River bridge that communicates with the soul.This is the best song Chizhan has ever written, so it has been kept, but it has not been named from beginning to end.

This score first appeared after the heroine Chi Zhan finished filming "The Homeland of the Wind", she searched the entire recording studio before finding this old score.

Chi Zhan was very impressed, so he also searched the entire recording studio after filming "The Homeland of the Wind", found this score, and treasured it in the "Xinhua Dictionary" just like in the game.

Chi Zhan clearly remembered that whichever hero's plot line he chose, that hero would find the score when he came to Chi Zhan's house as a guest, and later.When the love is strong, Chi Zhan will sing this song to the male protagonist, and name the song after the other party's name. For example, when he was broadcasting live before, the song was called "Sakizhi".

……

So what is the situation now?

Mo Rang's coming here is also part of the plot?

Impossible, when did he leave the Morang line?

From the very beginning, he followed Lu Qizhi's line strictly.

Chi Zhan's heart was full of mixed feelings, which were indescribable, and he looked bewildered.

Who is he?Where is he?What is he going to do?

After a while, Chi Zhan heard himself squeeze out a sentence from his throat: "Master, the recording studio is not very fun. Do you want to watch TV?"

……

Is this topic too blunt?

As soon as Chi Zhan finished speaking, he felt a little embarrassed.

Mo Rang was taken aback for a moment, looked at him suspiciously, and finally shook his head: "Take a bath first."

"Okay, I'll go prepare clean towels and pajamas!" Chi Zhan breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly took Mo Rang away from the recording studio.

Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, Chi Zhan quietly turned into the recording studio again.

Now the plot is getting more and more bizarre.

Mo Rang actually took a bath at his house in good order.

He opened the "Xinhua Dictionary" again and looked at the score inside. What he didn't know was when the score could be generated into a complete song.

In the current situation, let's take a step at a time.

Chi Zhan stuffed the dictionary into the table, closed the door, went to the living room, and turned on the TV.

Suddenly, the sound from the bathroom stopped abruptly, followed by a rustling sound, which was so intriguing.

Chi Zhan's hand holding the remote control froze, and some images had already appeared in his brain: "..."

Too much imagination is not a good thing.

Maybe the sound insulation effect of the recording studio in his home is good, and it seems to be the result of the newly installed sound-absorbing panels and sound-proof glass windows.

After a while, Mo Rang opened the door and came out. He was wearing pajamas, but his hair was still a little wet, but it looked even darker.The eyes seemed to be a little confused, as if they were contaminated with water vapor.

"Master, do you need a hair dryer?" Chi Zhan shook off the beautiful picture in his mind, and quickly took out a hair dryer from the cabinet next to the TV.

Mo Rang just glanced at the hair dryer, and when he realized that the pattern on its cherry blossom pink shell was a hellokitty with a huge bow tie and pouted buttocks, he flatly refused: "No need."

Chi Zhan stuffed the hair dryer into the cabinet awkwardly.

"Watching "The Old Land of the Wind?" Mo Rang walked to Chi Zhan's side and said softly.

Chi Zhan nodded: "Yes."

The four artistic characters of "Wind from the Homeland" are directly hung on the lower right corner of the screen, God... Is your eyesight not so good?

The plot of Ji Weichen was playing on the TV. Wang was assassinated on the way, was seriously injured, and fell off the cliff. He was struggling to find herbs that could heal his wounds in the mountains and forests. His eyes were firm and his movements were vigorous.

"Ji Weichen—" Mo Rang suddenly spoke.

Chi Zhan asked, "Huh? What happened to Ji Weichen?"

"All his characters are too similar." Mo Rang said.

"Ah? Is there?" Chi Zhan thought for a while, and said, "I think the scenes he's filming recently are not bad. The similarity in personality means that he is better at playing such characters, which is also an advantage?"

Mo Rang pondered for a moment before saying: "If Ji Weichen didn't play "The Wind Rises", then who can play his role?"

"Let's think about it," Chi Zhan was very cooperative with Mo Rang, "There are probably Chen Ziyan, Zhang Ju..."

He has been in this world for a while, and he has done enough homework, and he is quite familiar with the stars in the industry, although he only knows a few people from the crew of "The Wind Rises".

When Mo Rang asked this question, he effortlessly listed several actors who could play the role of Ji Weichen.

As soon as the words fell, Chi Zhan suddenly realized something, and opened his eyes wide: "You mean...Ji Weichen's roles are mainstream roles that most people can play well, so he can't be the most unique in the audience's mind. the one from?"

"En." Mo Rang nodded slightly.

"Sigh, acting is really difficult." Chi Zhan said, looking up to the sky.

On TV, the young knight played by Song Bucuo, armed with a light sword, came to the deep mountains and old forests to find traces of the snake demon, and happened to see Ji Weichen who was covered in blood.

Seeing this, Song Buzuo began to wail: "You, where did you come from? Could it be that you were attacked by a snake demon? My God, is there really a snake demon? No, no, I have to go back quickly. Otherwise, your life will be lost."

Ji Weichen's eyes were piercing: "Little brother, please take me back to heal my wounds. When I return to the palace, I will promise you a city worth ten thousand taels of silver."

"Ah, it's that hag who sent me here instead of coming to this mountain by herself. I will be eaten by the snake demon!" Song panicked.

Ji Weichen's face was solemn: "When I complete my great cause and return to the palace, I will definitely revive the royal family, and I will never let Xueying suffer any more."

……

Chi Zhan, whose name was mentioned, said calmly, "Are they really on the same channel?"

"This is the writing style of that screenwriter." Mo Rang's tone was still official and rigorous.

Suddenly thick clouds rolled in the sky, the colors were like splashed ink, the pupils of Ji Weichen and Song Buzuo shrank instantly.

Song Buzuo yelled at Ji Weichen: "It's too bad, run away!"

Then the screen went black and entered the ending song.

As soon as Lu Qizhi's voice came out, Chi Zhan put his hands on his cheeks: "This is the god of song, no matter what song he sings, he won't hit the street."

"..." Just as Mo Rang was about to say something, he glanced at Chi Zhan lightly, then pursed his lips and suppressed the words in his throat.

The author has something to say: This week's task should be completed!so happy.

Starting tomorrow, I will probably update Jianwang 818 [-] next door, and continue to save the manuscript just in case.

In fact, this is not just an ordinary cute article, I am playing a big game of chess.

I hope that in the end, everyone will feel: Wow, this silly, sweet, mentally handicapped writer still has a bit of IQ.