He walks the career path in Shurachang

This is a quiet private club with a bronze-colored iron signboard engraved with the word "Lan".

On a midsummer afternoon, the torrential rain unscrupulously washed the lead gray walls of Lan clubhouse.

Shang Heng was leaning against the eaves of the outer wall to hide from the rain, the uneven granite was soaked in the rising temperature of the water vapor, scorching his back hot.

I can't tell the difference between sweat or rain, dripping down his shaved chin, soaking the cake box in his arms drop by drop.

The sweltering heat and the sticky humidity clashed in the air, and he tugged at the collar of his shirt, feeling like a shrimp in a steamer, the skin on his neck was steamed a pale red from the scorching heat.

Shang Heng, an unlucky guy who was caught off guard by wearing a book.

This is a vulgar Mary Su novel. The protagonist in the book is a dull beauty who is obsessed with everyone and does not know it.

In the sadomasochism and scramble of several male supporting roles, half a book was entangled, but she was still a lovely and pitiful dodder flower.

Shang Heng read halfway through, and guessed that the ending would probably be to marry into a wealthy family and become a canary.

He never expected that upon waking up, he would change from a 27-year-old financial manager to a 22-year-old actor of the same name.

After an hour of rain in unfamiliar streets and alleys, he had to reluctantly accept this absurd fact.

According to the plot in the book, a few days ago, when the hooligans from the debt collection company came to ask for debts, the adoptive parents of the hero hid in a panic with his younger brother, and pushed the hero to pay off the debt. The car of Gu Lin, the eldest son of the Gu Group.

Gu Linyu condescended, got out of the silver Porsche, and rescued the male lead.

"...At that time, he was lying on the ground full of mud and dust, looking up at Gu Lin. Under the grand sunshine, the handsome and handsome Gu Lin stood indifferently like a snowy mountain. Shang Heng stared at him blankly, his heart beating Like beating a drum."

For some reason, Shang Heng suddenly thought of the original descriptive sentence in his mind, he couldn't help laughing, and couldn't help shaking his head.

Then there was another cliché plot, Gu Lin took a fancy to the hero's familiar face, and bought him for three years on the condition that he pay off the gambling debts for the hero.

Apart from his face, the male lead in the book has no special strengths, except that he has acquired good cooking skills during years of housework.

The plot is progressing until the protagonist, in order to meet Gu Lin, expresses his gratitude by the way and gives him an ice cream cake made by himself, but unexpectedly, a speeding car hits the rear wheel of the bicycle on the road.

The car was hit with a piece of paint off, and a large bruise on the calf, which still hurts till now.

When he arrived with difficulty pushing the car, he was already 10 minutes late.

In order to punish him for being "arrogant because of being favored", Shang Heng was left out in the heavy rain for an hour.

Without an umbrella at hand, Shang Heng put the cake box on the back seat of the bicycle against the wall.

He glanced up at the upstairs window of the clubhouse. Although he couldn't see the inside from the outside, he knew that someone was watching him there.

Sit and watch his embarrassment, appreciate his humbleness, and laugh at his innocent "infatuation".

Shang Heng blinked his rain-soaked eyelashes, and slowly withdrew his gaze. Amid the sound of dripping rain, he calmly thought about his situation.

He didn't want to sell himself, nor did he want to bear a debt that didn't belong to him inexplicably.

I don't even want wishful thinking and humble unrequited love.

How to do it?

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After waiting for another quarter of an hour, the door of the clubhouse finally opened mercifully, and a waiter politely bowed to him and asked him to go upstairs.

Shang Heng picked up the fresh-keeping box containing the cake, and followed the waiters into the lobby of this low-key and luxurious club.

In the lobby, the light yellow marble walls are matched with red coral wood, and four floor-standing ancient literary couplet paintings are hung. The lotus-shaped crystal chandelier exudes a warm yellow halo, and the light is soft and quiet, showing an elegant texture everywhere.

There are not many guests coming and going, but they are all well-dressed upper-class people, and the voice of the conversation is set off elegantly by the soothing piano music.

As a result, Shang Heng, who was wearing a shirt and cheap jeans, looked extraordinarily abrupt like an out-of-date trespasser.

The trouser legs and shoe soles drank muddy water in the rain, leaving black footprints on the smooth marble floor tiles step by step, attracting the vague and disgusted eyes of other guests in the hall.

Shang Heng turned a blind eye to this, his bruised calf was tingling with pain, his steps were heavy and slow, he walked through the unkind eyes like no one else, and followed the waiter to the second floor.

At the end of the corridor is a small banquet hall. Excellent sound insulation materials perfectly isolate the hustle and bustle of the wine party, and the guests are toasting under the luxurious crystal lamps.

The wine table was filled with priceless famous wines such as Romanée-Conti and Latour, and beautiful men and women in twos and threes embraced each other and danced slowly on the long tune of the saxophone.

On the black couch by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a few young men in suits and leather shoes sat sparsely, chatting and whispering with goblets in their hands. When they caught a glimpse of Shang Heng's arrival, they immediately cast playful and examining eyes on him, unscrupulously turning him over from scratch. Look to the feet.

"Is that him? Gu Shao's new favorite, why is it called Shang?" The young man who spoke was named Fan Yong, and he was playing with a pair of platinum dice, throwing them up and down, deliberately biting the word "new favorite" very hard.

The curly-haired woman in a red dress leaned beside him, and cast a disgusted glance at Shang Heng. She was Xia's youngest daughter.

Xia Li frowned: "What's a new favorite? It's just a beggar on the side of the road relying on Gu Shao's stuff. It's so dirty, I can't have this carpet."

Shang Heng laughed at these undisguised vicious words.

He raised his eyes, and there was a slender figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, in a simple high-tailored suit, with a well-proportioned and tall figure, which was particularly eye-catching even among the elites in the upper class.

Gu Lin put one hand in his pocket, and with the other hand slightly twirling the red wine in the glass, with deep eyes, staring straight at the unknown scenery outside the window.

Coming in from Shang Heng, Gu Lin didn't even look at him, and didn't bother to pay attention to those rich young master daughters who took each other to Gu Shao.

He is like an outsider wandering outside the music, watching this luxury with cold eyes.

Shang Heng slowly withdrew his gaze from "Gao Shan Shuoxue" in front of him, put the ice cream cake box on the small table, and frowned and smiled: "Everyone, please use it slowly."

Gu Lin seemed to have noticed his coming, turned his face slightly, and cast a cold glance.

Shang Heng was in a state of distress, his hair was dripping with rainwater, and his washed white shirt was sticking to his body. After soaking through, the water stains gradually deepened, and the outline of his shoulder blades and collarbone could almost be outlined.

His face half hidden under the bangs is very handsome, and now he is wearing a faint smile. Although he is downcast, he is two points less tender and three points more heroic than the original book.

Gu Lin's eyes darkened slightly, his brows furrowed a little, and he looked away with just one glance, as if he saw something that displeased him.

"What the hell did you send this? The ice cream has melted!" The woman in the red skirt opened the cake box, and all the ice cream on it had turned into a creamy liquid, and the original shape could not be seen. The bottom of the box was filled with water. Seeing can not eat.

Her dissatisfaction was palpable: "Don't you even know how to put ice cubes? You can't eat it at all."

"Sorry." Shang Heng said unhurriedly: "The temperature outside is too high, the ice will melt after a long time."

Her face darkened, his words were undoubtedly a soft nail.It was her idea to encourage Gu Lin to hang Shang Heng outside in the rain.

The eldest son of Gu's group is known as an iceberg in the upper class circle. When some friends heard that Gu Lin picked up a pet Xiaoqinger by the side of the road, they all expressed their disbelief.

It happened that Shang Heng was late, so Xia Li suggested that let this heavy rain test how much this little pet is infatuated with Gu Lin.

Roadside wild sparrows like Shang Heng who try to climb high branches can drive away several of them a year, so they are not worthy of entering their circle, especially not worthy of standing next to Gu Lin.

It's too dirty to carry their shoes.

Shang Heng didn't know what kind of shit luck he had, he begged Bai Lai to climb up on Gu Lin, and he dared to take Joe today?Is this guy worthy?

Gu Lin's noncommittal, Xia Li became more determined, Gu Shao didn't care about this wild sparrow at all.

"Hey, you got angry after getting a little rain? So expensive?" Fan Yong, a young man next to her, laughed exaggeratedly, "Using such unpalatable things to fool us, isn't it embarrassing to Young Master Gu? "

Xia Li covered her mouth and lowered her voice: "I've sold them all out, and I still fantasize about being held in the palm of my hand, who do I think I am?"

The voice was neither loud nor low, causing several people to laugh contemptuously.

Shang Heng pursed his lips slowly and did not speak.

According to the plot of the original book, Gu Lin should look at this face at this time and stop the cynicism of these clowns, but he didn't expect the other party to belittle him completely and turn a blind eye.

As if when he was some kind of virus, one more look would catch him.

Shang Heng was a little surprised, was there a deviation in his own memory, or was there a change that he didn't know about?

No matter what the situation is, Shang Heng is too lazy to continue acting with these dudes.

He twitched the corners of his mouth in "embarrassment", as if he couldn't bear the humiliation, and said to Gu Lin: "I'm sorry, if Mr. Gu has nothing to do, I'll go back first."

After all, Shang Heng turned away without looking at the others.

"What the hell." Xia Li folded her hands and curled her lips.

Fan Yong didn't think it was a big deal when he watched the excitement: "Young Master Gu, your little lover lost his temper and ran away, why don't you coax him back?"

Gu Lin turned around slowly, glanced at the back of Shang Heng who was leaving quickly, and lightly brushed the edge of the goblet with his fingertips, and a specious sneer spread on the corner of his mouth: "Chasing? He will come back by himself."

His tone was indifferent and determined, as if he dismissed the future he had seen through.

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The rainstorm came and went quickly, and the sky after the rain was washed clear and magnificent. A shallow rainbow lay across the horizon, behind which was the rosy glow and the setting sun that was about to set in the west.

Shang Heng walked out of the clubhouse and found an old bicycle in the corner, the rear tire was punctured by some brat, and all the air leaked out.

He pressed his eyebrows with some headache.

If you want to get rid of the current predicament, you can't just wait for the original book to come to him.Shang Heng glanced back at the Lan clubhouse where the gate had been closed again, raised his eyebrows, then turned and walked back.

When walking around the corner, a shadow rushed towards his face. Shang Heng made a wrong step and bumped into the other's shoulder unexpectedly. The two were about the same height and figure, and even the subconscious reaction of turning sideways to avoid them was in step.

Shang Heng tilted his upper body under inertia, quickly grabbed his left arm with one hand, and supported him firmly.

"Be careful." The man let go of his hand, and a gentle and deep voice came.

The secretary next to the other party said nervously: "Mr. Wen, are you okay?"

"Thank you." Shang Heng raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise.

The man looked extremely handsome, with deeper eyebrows and eyes than ordinary people, and a high nose bridge. The light in the lobby of the clubhouse passed through the revolving door, flowing obliquely on his side face, softening the original sharp edges and corners, and emerging a three-dimensional silhouette.

Even in midsummer, he was meticulously dressed in a light gray suit vest and jacket, and looked into Shang Heng's eyes when he spoke, like a well-mannered gentleman.

Seeing that Shang Heng was safe, the man stopped talking, turned around and stepped into the rain calmly. The secretary hurriedly put a long-handled black umbrella on top of his head, and the driver got off the black Bentley and opened the door for him.

The other party bent down and got into the car, wiping his fingers slowly with a handkerchief until the window was fully rolled up.

Shang Heng watched Bentley go away in the rain, the last scent of white sandalwood left in the air gradually disappeared, just like its owner, elegant, restrained and calm.

Shang Heng vaguely guessed who this person was, the biggest competitor of the Gu Group, Wen Ruiyun, the tragic villain boss who was instigated by his fiancée in the original book and repeatedly opposed the male protagonist and Gu Lin, but was unexpectedly struck back by his beloved.

Although he wasn't sure what Wen Ruiyun's ending would be, what he was sure of was that going against the protagonist would definitely not end well.

At this time, several people should still be strangers to each other.

Shang Heng was thoughtful, and turned back to the banquet hall on the second floor.

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When Shang Heng returned to the reception, it had already come to an end, and the background music became more and more lazy and gentle.

The slow-moving men and women cast their eyes on Shang Heng one after another, whispering among the music.

"Young Master Gu is really good at predicting things." Looking at Shang Heng who appeared in front of him again, Xia Li and Fan Yong on the couch held wine glasses and laughed unceremoniously:

"Aren't you very backbone? You came back so quickly licking your face."

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