The villain bosses in quick time travel are sick and delicate

The five teenagers followed the manager to the waiting room. Although they all wore hats, glasses or masks in a low-key manner, they were still recognized along the way, which caused quite a stir.

As a new group that has exploded in popularity less than two months after their debut, Siri has an irrefutable appearance and strength.

Moreover, their debut album is still at the top of the major music charts, and its sales volume is much higher than that of No.2, which is vigorously promoting, and its commercial value should not be underestimated.

It was not far to walk to the lounge, but as more and more fans and passers-by with face control gathered around the recording studio, the corridor became screaming and watertight for a while.

Ci Yan wore rimless glasses and a mask, lowered his eyes and declined all the gifts as usual.

Someone in the crowd screamed his name in fascination.

Ke Ciyan was always indifferent and unmoved, and even a change in expression depends on his mood, which made other teammates startled.

——The captain will lose fans like this and cry!

It was not easy for the security guard to open a road.

Ci Yan rubbed his temples, which ached from the noise, and casually raised his eyelids, and suddenly saw a familiar thin figure.

He was slightly startled, then narrowed his eyes, and moved the corner of his lower lip unconsciously.

The teammate in front shouted.

Ci Yan ignored it, and took a deep look at the back of the man who was walking slightly uncomfortable but still trying not to show any strangeness, then he withdrew his mind and said, "Let's go."

Entering the lounge, the make-up artist reapplied them one by one, Ci Yan closed his eyes, and let the make-up artist work on his face.

On the other side, in the dark and messy storage room.

Jiang Zhuo was unhappily packing up the miscellaneous things, and while cleaning his mouth, he said, "How can you meet me at odd jobs? This fucking doesn't conform to the same-sex repulsion theorem, okay?"

What's even more exasperating is that the odd job wages are less than 300 yuan.

The system quickly reassured: It’s okay, the world is too small, just wait until you pack up and go home

But Jiang Zhuo was not comforted by the system's pale words at all, he gritted his teeth and continued:

"And what's so good about that guy? He's so popular? If I can get an advertisement, why worry about 40 yuan? Damn it."

The system said: Humo.

Jiang Zhuo choked: "What a ghost, so what kind of dungeon world is this, why are the missions so strange?"

In the past, some good or bad students and outstanding cadres used boring dungeons that were more understandable, but what is this dungeon that requires both selling oneself and paying off debts?

Hearing Jiang Zhuo unexpectedly mentioned the dungeon task, the system tensed up suddenly.

It took a while to hesitate, and said: "Cub, if I say that I made a mistake, will you forgive me?"

Jiang Zhuo didn't even think about it: no.

This time it was the system's turn to choke, and it took a long time before he said: "Okay then."

I don't know for now.

Let the cub be carefree for a while.

However, Jiang Zhuo is a guy who doesn't like other people's half-spoken words. He frowned when he heard the words, and said: "Say it quickly."

The system held back.

But unable to withstand Jiang Zhuo's repeated urging, it finally hesitated to speak.

But just when it was about to tell the whole story, a low and charming indifferent young voice sounded behind Jiang Zhuo, "Uncle."

Jiang Zhuo's attention was diverted as much as possible.

He was carrying a mop, frowning and looking at the tall young man at the door, "It's you? What's the matter."

Due to the backlight, Ci Yan couldn't see clearly the man in the dim light in the narrow storage room.

But seeing his vaguely handsome silhouette and hearing that cold and displeased voice, Ci Yan couldn't help but licked his lips lightly.