The Guide to the Tear-offs in the Online Supporting Circle Part 2: Peak Acting Skills

During the daytime, the joys and sorrows caused mental distress. That night, Xie Zhengyan planned to go to bed early, and went to bed at 9:10. Turn off the lights and go to bed on time.Therefore, when Qian Fan called, he clearly saw the time as 9:44. This unlucky number was like a pot of ashes, which made him feel serious before making the call.

The two sides first said "Hello" to each other, and then said hello to each other. After losing contact for more than half a month, the temperature dropped to the level of strangers. Xie Zhengyan didn't believe that Qian Fan's insight would not be able to distinguish the abnormality, but when he thought that he was Xi Baichuan, It is most depressing to deal with duplicity people but fail to learn their hypocrisy.

Right now, the nasty liar casually asked him how he was doing with his homework review, and he answered vaguely, and the next second he was teased into something wrong.

"I heard that you have to wait until mid-November for the exam, isn't it too early to start studying now?"

"I think I'm well prepared and I'll be more confident when the time comes."

"What is your major?"

"Chinese."

"Which certificate are you going to apply for?"

"First class."

"Oh? I heard that there is no liberal arts in the majors for the first-level fire engineer."

Xie Zhengyan didn't sign up for this exam at all, and one day he accidentally heard a discussion from his colleagues and picked it up as an excuse to avoid Qian Fan, but he actually didn't know anything about the rules of the exam content.At this moment Zhunzhu stumbled, only to realize that Qianfan was trying to dig a hole, his face suddenly tightened as if he had shrunk, and subconsciously retorted: "There are supplementary regulations this year, liberal arts can also apply for the exam."

"kindness."

The cunning hunter was not in a hurry to pursue, and took the initiative to sweep out a retreat for him.

"I'm just hearsay. The information I know is definitely not as accurate as you candidates. You should study hard and try to pass the test in one go."

Xie Zhengyan asked cautiously: "You called just to ask me about my review?"

Qian Fan chuckled, and repeated his proficient teasing: "No, during the day I happened to pinch my fingers and figured out that the dumb flute kid is not in a good mood today, so I want to do my duty as a friend."

One of his "friends" stabbed at Xie Zhengyan's weakness, and asked him secretly how much truth and how much falsehood, but on the surface he was polite and perfunctory: "Are you going to change your career to become a fortune teller? Then you have to study hard for a few more years, At this level, no one will believe that money is being paid back.”

"Haha, so you are not unhappy today, you are very happy? If something good happens, I will be happy to tell it."

"Tch, who are you to me? Why should I tell you everything?"

"Aren't we friends? Friends share blessings and share hardships. If there is a happy event, it would be too stingy to hide it and not share it."

Hearing his serious words, Xie Zhengyan's stomach was swollen like a trumpeter with anger, he moved away Fuzi and stood up, and said coldly, "You really regard me as a friend?"

Qian Fanmo asked back, "Don't you think I don't regard you as a friend?"

"Ha ha."

Xie Zhengyan stroked his hair in annoyance, sincerely admiring the man's psychological quality and thick skin, and angrily squeezed out an idea that he didn't usually dare to face squarely.

He can test me, why can't I test him?Let's pick out the words first and see how he answers.

"Old man."

After calling his name, he coughed deliberately, like all unfamiliar liars, to loosen the tense vocal cords.

Qian Fan laughed knowingly, "What's wrong?"

"You—do you remember the last time I told you, who is the person I hate the most in the circle?"

"Remember, it's the one who retreated from the circle to gather in Baichuan."

"Did you know he made a comeback recently?"

"Ok?"

Qian Fan's question is very real, his acting skills are many times more proficient than Xie Zhengyan's, which makes the latter even more depressed.

"I heard people say that he changed his vest and quietly came back to act in the drama. I don't know which crew he is in, but the news is absolutely reliable."

Xie Zhengyan tried his best to be serious, so his tone couldn't help being contrived, but Qian Fan was as dedicated and cooperative as he was in the scene, and he took the line steadily with a corresponding surprised tone.

"Really? He dares to come back?"

"Yeah, everyone didn't believe that he would slap himself in the face, but he just sneaked back."

"Tsk, this man—how should I say it? He has a thick skin."

"You think so too? I think he's really shameless. He was so chic when he left, earning enough tears from fans, but he started acting "Liao Zhai" before the grass grew on his grave."

"Liao Zhai?"

"Resurrecting the dead, one of the most famous jokes in "Liao Zhai", do you think that if he comes back with a different ID, he will have the same virtue as those murderous ghosts who have returned from the dead?"

"Hahaha."

Qian Fan laughed wildly, but he couldn't hear the meaning of embarrassment. I don't know if he got too deep into the drama and thought he was Qian Fan, and directly regarded Xi Baichuan as Meng Po Tang Rong's past life, or Xie Zhengyan was too weak to kill, Zhang Yafen The claws were only big enough to tickle him.

"My dumb flute kid, you are worthy of being a top student in the Chinese department. It's too funny to quote scriptures at your own expense."

Although Xie Zhengyan had a deep understanding of his rascal virtues, he couldn't stand his shameless backlash, and said angrily with a black face: "Don't you think my sarcasm is accurate? I really want to know what Xi Baichuan Juju heard. How would you feel about that?"

Qian Fan calmly suppressed his smile, and still said meticulously and gently: "If he has any thoughts, let him lie down and let him be ridiculed. Who asked him to provoke you first? This is called self-inflicted evil."

"What do you mean to provoke me? Obviously—"

Xie Zhengyan was about to say, "Obviously you blamed me for no reason", braked in time and replaced "you" with "he". If he really has a guilty conscience, I won’t bother him if he confesses his mistake generously. What does it mean to wear a piece of skin like a thief? Is it because he has done too many sinful things for fear of being recognized by others!”

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He understands that Qian Fan's heart is clear at this moment, and he is deliberately throwing anger in front of his face. Compared with the old grievances two years ago, his current deception is what really makes him angry.

However, the liar was still stubbornly resisting, not only refused to disarm, but also began to defend euphemistically.

"It's not easy for you to ask him to apologize. Just find out the specific whereabouts and go directly to the door. However, I think he probably doesn't remember you anymore."

"what!?"

"Don't be angry. I don't mean that you don't have a sense of existence. It's that Xi Baichuan used to be poisonous and offended too many people. Maybe he can't figure out how many enemies he has."

"Humph!"

"You see that your resentment is so deep right now, stronger than satellite signals. I believe he, who is thousands of miles away, will also feel it, and maybe it will be inexplicable."

Xie Zhengyan laughed back angrily, and coughed again to make his voice tougher.

"You gossip all day, do you know where Xi Baichuan is from?"

"where?"

"Xi-An-"

"Hahahaha!"

"What are you haha? What's so ridiculous?"

"Don't you think you are destined for Xi'an? The most admired male god and the most hated enemy are both in the same city. By the way, there is also my old friend who often chats."

A few words made Xie Zhengyan feel bored, and the self-righteous trump card was easily dispelled by the old rascal's rogue tricks. He really wanted to teleport to the other party and point his nose at him.

"Don't compare Rong Chuan with you, he is different from you!"

Qian Fan pretended to be puzzled: "I remember that you didn't speak like this not long ago. At that time, you still swore that someone with the surname Rong couldn't compare to me. You didn't expect to change your mind so quickly. Is this considered a mess?"

"Mu, your head!"

Xie Zhengyan had no choice but to throw out the most poisonous swear word in his life. Fuzi heard something wrong, pricked up his ears and barked, and Qian Fan asked in surprise on the phone: "What's wrong with your dog?"

"It's cursing!" Xie Zhengyan temporarily anthropomorphized Fuzi, expressing his anger instead of himself, "Whenever it hears bad guys speak, it will get angry and curse!"

Sure enough, Qian Fan used his laughter as a shield again, just like an adult wrestling with a child, teasing with ease: "You know it so well, do you feel the same way as it does? It's called like a dog, there must be an owner~"

After speaking, he continued to laugh, Xie Zhengyan's teeth were sore as if he had eaten too much red bayberry, and he wanted to bite hard but couldn't do it. Knowing that he was not qualified to fight this shameless and invulnerable lunatic, he resigned himself to his fate and gave up the confrontation.

"Forget it, you can do whatever you like, anyway, I can't play with you, go to bed, goodbye!"

"and many more."

Xie Zhengyan's decision was originally solid, but he asked the other party to stay and cut it off in a calm manner, losing [-]% in momentum, and asked anxiously: "What else?"

As if deliberately setting off his gaffe, every syllable Qian Fan uttered was so calm that it would be enough to linger for three days, and it could also attract swarms of bees who love sweet fragrance.

"I just want to persuade you not to get angry with others casually. It will do nothing but vomit your liver. I totally understand how you hate Xi Baichuan. He thinks he is a smart person who can make others laugh. In fact, I think he is just a well, he is two in every way, such a pretentious habitual criminal deserves to be struck by lightning, and the change of vest may be to give himself a lightning rod."

If Xie Zhengyan hadn't learned from it for a long time, he would have thought that he had wronged him when he heard this, so he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you telling the truth?"

"Can't you tell if it's true or not?"

"...You are too deep in routines, I don't think I can understand it. Just ask a question, and you have to answer from the bottom of your heart, have you ever lied to me?"

"Yes, haven't you seen through all the things like Zimbabwe?"

"Don't come here! What I'm asking is someone who didn't see through it face to face!"

Originally thought that Qian Fan would play tricks to the end, but unexpectedly he pondered for a moment and said solemnly: "There are also."

These two characters are like the stems and leaves of carrots, Xie Zhengyan hurriedly grabbed them and pulled them out forcefully, but this cunning carrot has learned ginseng's earth escape method, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"I'll keep it secret for now, and I'll tell you later."

"Hey!"

"Because it's not yet time, I have to come up with something that can prove my sincerity before telling the truth, otherwise how can I convince you? Dumb flute kid, I trust you very much, please have more confidence in me."

His last few words seemed to be whispering, and the ambiguous sound of his breath fluttering through the communicator unceremoniously scratched Xie Zhengyan's eardrums, dispersing his anger that was ready to unleash. It feels unreliable at all, I'm afraid I won't even know if I've been sold by you."

He sent him to the door to tease someone, but it was too late to regret it, only to hear Qian Fan's softer and softer voice drifting over: "Thank you for reminding me, I also really want to know how much the dumb flute kid is worth."

With a tone of grotesquely molesting the little girl, Director Xie Zhengyan's shameful nerves were stretched into rubber bands that almost snapped, and he furiously reprimanded: "You old and unscrupulous, don't talk nonsense!"

Qian Fan won staged victories, and after laughing enough, he didn't want to fight, so he put on the coat of an upright uncle to say goodbye to him, and generously sent him a note of "Mommada".

Xie Zhengyan turned off the lights and lay down. Zhou Gongxiang went to the heavenly court for a meeting, and he refused to show up for a long time.He reflected on this temptation in the dark. He couldn't say it was successful, but it wasn't all fruitless. Qianfan's last half-truth and half-fake message was worth scrutinizing.Maybe he really has a last resort at the moment and has to conceal his identity; maybe he is waiting for himself to calm down before making an official apology; maybe his kindness and kindness are all sincere, otherwise there is no point in pleasing a little transparency of his own value...

Subconsciously, he found an excuse for Qian Fan, and slowly replaced the reinforced concrete protecting his heart with a foam sponge. In his heart, he still wanted to open his heart to accept this friend, so he would just sit back and watch the fortifications turn into a scumbag project.He was too afraid of being alone, he didn't want to lose this feeling, he didn't want to be helpless again...

After thinking about it like this, the panic is more like the bread in the oven. He found that he unconsciously regarded Qianfan as a psychological support. The injured ones were removed.