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

Wake up, the sky is gray, clouds are moving in groups in the sky, preventing the sun from calling the shots.Xie Zhengyan's stomach pain subsided a bit, and he passed the baton of pain to his head. He had learned how to deal with stomach pain last night, and now he has learned all the tricks for headaches.The pillow he used to press against his stomach at night was pressed hard against the wall for him to bang his head. The force of thump, thump, thump was so strong that the couple next door who fought all night might think that this annoying listener was taking revenge , mumbled a few curses at his mother, and imitated his behavior at night and beat the wall board a few times.

Xie Zhengyan collapsed, his sweaty and cold palm touched his forehead, as if he was holding a ball of burning coals. His body is a sensitive barometer. After being overtired and eating disordered, he will definitely have a fever and get sick, but the time and place are too unfortunate this time However, he chose to travel alone when he was traveling alone, as if he wanted him to experience the down-and-out feeling of "a frequent visitor in the sad autumn of thousands of miles, and a hundred-year-old illness on the stage alone".

While lamenting, he encouraged himself not to despair, at least he was still a young man in his prime, not an old man in his dying years. It was also the midsummer when "pomegranates bloomed all over the curtain", and it was far away from the bleak autumn of "boundless falling trees". It's too early to add to the frustration.After a short rest, I struggled to get up and went out to buy some medicine and food for energy replenishment. I believe it will get better soon.

He lay down quietly to gather strength to go out and save himself, and when it was past 9 o'clock, Ziming Qingguo called. Hearing that she was so excited that she looked like a general who was wielding troops, he knew that what this person was going to say was sure to be the same as midnight off.

"Xiaodi, you performed so well in the second issue of "The Lie", you completely outshone the third bitch, and the third-gen fans couldn't sit still, they rushed to the drama post to criticize and pinch you. Me and The friends picked them all out one by one, I don’t know if the third-generation bitch ended up in person, anyway, I saw the vest of the dog bitch, and I pinched her all night, hahaha, it’s so cool!"

Xie Zhengyan was ill in bed, and naturally felt a sense of powerlessness. He casually asked about the process, and learned that Ziming Qingguo and others had launched a fierce long-comment offensive on Weibo drama posts, and made him and Sangengxianduan endlessly Sewing and binding, interspersed with clever pulling and stepping tactics at the same time, aroused the fans of the third watch, and the three corpses jumped into a collective gaffe, and large-scale force was used to fight viciously. Last night, YS had been fighting forever. At this time, it is still covered in blood Fire and.The prisoners gathered together to watch the show, each of them was gearing up with great interest. For a while, they were striving to be war reporters delivering live reports, and for a while they were playing fish in troubled waters, finding an excellent training ground for their long-useless skills.

"It's been a long time since the online distribution circle has encountered such a fierce fight. Passers-by are crazy about it. Just now when I checked Weibo, I saw a lot of people expressing their emotions, saying that the two parties were so exciting that they didn't have time to eat breakfast. .”

Xie Zhengyan lacks the aggressive gene like Ziming Qingguo, and thinking of himself as the banner of a bloody battle, his brains are almost scattered, and he weakly persuades: "It's better to take it easy, we just gave Xiaoxiaoyu a rest, and then we can't fight again. If something like this happens, San Geng Xian Duan will definitely retaliate."

Zi Ming let out a long series of mighty laughter, and gnashed her teeth: "My old lady is waiting for his revenge, and I have a lot of black material in my hand. If he dares to make any moves, you see, I won't shake my head and scream!" He looks good!"

"There are many people on his side, and few people are his opponents in a head-to-head match. We will have a bright future, so why both sides suffer."

"I know, I know it in my heart. This battle is just a small test. First, goug out a piece of his flesh to make him remember better. The real big move is yet to come. I will praise you to take his place after I defeat the third-generation bitch. In the future CCP is our world."

"Hey, let's talk about this later..."

Maybe it was the woman's smirk that hurt his nerves, Xie Zhengyan snorted abruptly, Ziming Qingguo noticed his sick state and asked him what's wrong.

"I'm on a business trip. I've been too tired for the past two days and haven't had a good rest. Now I have a headache and a fever, and I feel terrible."

"Oh, then you have a good rest, I will continue to pinch the whore in the third watch."

Zi Ming casually threw down a caring that was lighter than a ball of waste paper like throwing rubbish all over the country, and returned to the battlefield in a hurry.Xie Zhengyan was disappointed and chilled, and it was not easy to send a message to complain. His anger turned into gasoline and poured it into the fire of his illness, trying to roast him alive into charred jerky.I turned over a few times in discomfort, and received the second call of the day.

"When are you going back to Shanghai today? Did you go to that restaurant for dinner?"

Qian Fan asked two consecutive questions with a smile, his voice was as light and soft as the clouds outside the window, and he just took off the sandbags for boxing practice.

Xie Zhengyan didn't have the strength to punch, but he was more or less angry, so he used his cotton cloud as fuel, and yelled angrily: "I'm dying of illness, so you can save the first seven hours of that meal to sacrifice to me."

Qian Fan expressed his concern in response, and asked again and again: "Why are you sick again? Have a cold or are you not acclimatized?"

"...didn't sleep well for two days in a row, my stomach hurt all night last night, I had a high fever this morning, and my head hurt so badly that it was about to explode."

Xie Zhengyan's arrogance disappeared like water, and the remaining curls of smoke turned into complaints. If Qian Fan asked a few more gentle questions, he might be about to cry in embarrassment.

Fortunately, that gentle man is a practical man, and he never talks nonsense at critical moments. After directly asking for the address, he made a short and clear statement: "Wait, I'll be there in half an hour."

Thinking that he was going to rush to rescue someone in a hurry, Xie Zhengyan seemed to have received a shot in the arm. The joy of the upcoming meeting immediately dilutes his physical discomfort and generates some motivation for action.Not wanting to be seen by Qian Fan looking unkempt, he hurriedly stumbled to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, took out clean clothes from the suitcase and changed, when he looked in the mirror, he found that his hair was messy, he wanted to wash it, but he was afraid of exacerbating his headache, so let it go.

For the next 10 minutes, he waited on the bed full of anticipation. When it was almost 10 o'clock, the room phone suddenly rang.

"Mr. Xie, a friend of yours named Laoqian just delivered a package of things to the front desk, do you need us to deliver it to you?"

Xie Zhengyan was stunned, and asked in a daze, "Where are the others?"

"It's already gone, let us hand over the things to you immediately."

"...Understood, then please send it up, thank you."

When it was put down, the weight of the microphone instantly increased by a hundred times, and it almost fell back to the base. Zhou's skin was itchy and painful.

A few minutes later, the hotel attendant came to deliver the goods. He took a heavy paper bag from the crack of the door and opened it to see that there was a box of hot porridge, a bag of buttered buns, and two boxes of western medicine in Japanese. , there is a handwritten Chinese logo on the box.

"Stomach medicine: two capsules at a time, three times a day; cold medicine: one capsule at a time, three times a day."

The handwriting is chic and strong, presumably it was written by Qian Fan himself.Xie Zhengyan didn't look carefully, the overflowing disappointment and grievances made him upset, he grabbed his cell phone and called the guy who didn't get through the door and kept his head out.

"Hey! Why did you come and leave without saying hello, so you don't want to meet me!?"

It is already very obvious that every word and every word that choked up is a complaint, but Qian Fan still uses the old routine - coaxing coaxing.

"I'm afraid I'll disturb your rest. You are so easily shy. When guests come, you must get up and wash up. What a trouble."

Xie Zhengyan roared angrily: "I heard that you were going to pack up early when you were coming, but you actually let me go and played tricks on me, didn't you?"

Qian Fan apologized again and again: "So you are so enthusiastic, I don't know, if I know, I will definitely visit you."

"Stop being so hypocritical! I won't listen to your nonsense anymore, and I don't even want to see each other. What kind of friends are you? Cut off the friendship immediately!"

"Look at you talking angry again. I was in a hurry to deliver something to you. I almost had a car accident on the way. Why can't you say hello to me?"

"Who cares about the things you send! I'll just throw them all in the trash can!"

"Don't! You are still sick, you have to think about your health first. Those two boxes of medicine are special medicines made in Japan, and they are very effective. Take the instructions I wrote in the snapshot, and drink some porridge to cure your illness as soon as possible. Most important."

"I will not eat!!"

While crying, Xie Zhengyan lost his temper, tried every means to fight against Qian Fan, whimpered for a while, wiped his tears and said harshly: "I will die of my illness here, and see if you come to collect my body when the time comes."

A thin layer of anxiety was wrapped in Qian Fan's laughter: "You can scold me, why scold yourself, boy, it's my fault this time, I have to go to work right now, and then go back to see you I will be counted as absent from work by the boss, please forgive me once, and we will see each other next time, okay?"

Xie Zhengyan flew back to Shanghai at 3:[-] p.m., and it looked like he was going to be on the sidelines. He was so sad that he hung up the phone silently, and crawled on the pillow, tears still rolling down his face.He wanted to pretend to be dead, but the other party was too persistent, and repeated the sound more than a dozen times, forcing him to click on it to check. It was all from Qian Fan.

"Don't be childish, your body is yours, you should take good care of it, be obedient and take your medicine, and you will have the strength to scold me loudly when you recover~"

"Didn't I hide from you on purpose, poor people have to focus on work, you don't want to see me lose my job, do you?"

"If we have been friends forever, there will be many opportunities to meet in the future, why rush for a while. If this relationship lasts for a long time, how can it be day and night, be good~"

"It's okay if you don't answer, but you must take medicine. That medicine is very expensive. It cost me a week's food expenses. If you don't take it, you will be too sorry for me."

"If you're really curious about what I look like, I'll send you a selfie after get off work at night, but remember to watch it on an empty stomach, or you'll get sick."

"I have to go to work. If you really don't want to be angry, you can scold me again later, but the premise is that after you recover, if you scold others while sick, I will be angry too."

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Sequences of begging for mercy and consolation are like sweet fudge being stuffed over and over, slowly neutralizing the bitterness in Xie Zhengyan's heart. He is neither arrogant nor lofty. People with these two attributes get a good dress, even if they like it at first , once he finds that it is worn out and unsatisfactory, he will throw it away without hesitation. He is different. As long as he can still wear it, he will not bear to throw it away until the patch is heavy. What's more, the clothes are not worn out, but they are temporarily wet. Then he changed his mind and continued to hang it on the clothes pole, patiently waiting for it to dry slowly. Although his chest was empty, but fortunately he was used to being wronged, and he passed it after he endured it.

He drank half a bowl of warm millet porridge, and took the medicine according to Qian Fan's "doctor's advice". Soon his eyes were sore and his consciousness was dull. The room is dim and yellow, and outside the window is the twilight of the golden crow falling to the ground.

Ruined!

These three words suddenly burst out from his torn brain, Xi Hui and the dangling Jin Xing in front of him dominated the field of vision, fell down first and then hit the wall when he got out of bed, rubbed his forehead like a blind man fishing for fish, groped around for his mobile phone, and called the company The administration department told them that they missed their flight back to Shanghai.

The Ministry of Administration asked Wang Dafao for instructions and gave the following solutions.

1. The handling fee will be deducted accordingly for ticket rebooking. Since I booked a discounted ticket at the beginning, the deduction ratio is very high, and the remaining money is no longer enough to pay for the new ticket. Therefore, the company gives two options. One is that Xie Zhengyan makes up the difference in the ticket price by himself. , The second is to take the high-speed rail on the return journey.

2. The company only reimburses his travel expenses during regular business trips, that is to say, all the expenses of his stay in Xi'an will be borne by him from today onwards. Considering the special circumstances, the delayed return time can be counted as an adjustment leave without deducting wages.

Xie Zhengyan, the owner of the iron rooster at the stall, thought he was unlucky. He thought that the one-night accommodation fee in this hotel was 235 yuan, plus the air ticket price difference, and his loss would be huge. Just as he was about to buy a ticket for the train number, Qian Fan called again.

"How is it? Have you arrived in Shanghai?"

This person really paid attention to Xie Zhengyan's itinerary with all his heart, thinking that he had returned to the voyage smoothly. Xie Zhengyan was full of anger, like a bubble blown to the limit. I missed the plane, and I'm still in Xi'an right now!"

Qian Fan hurriedly asked him when his return trip would be changed, and if he wanted to help him book the flight ticket. Xie Zhengyan hadn't thought of this at all, but at this moment his thoughts suddenly came up, and he came up with a trick similar to a prank.

It's always going to be late, why don't you take the opportunity to call the old man out for a meeting?Seeing that he is hiding in Tibet, it is definitely useless to ask directly, and he has to play a trick to deceive him.

He is not good at lying, if he wants to deceive this old fox, he has to resort to tricks.

"Let's talk about the air ticket later. I'm still ill. If my condition worsens along the way, I'll be miserable."

In the morning, after taking the medicine given by Qian Fan and having a good night's sleep, his body is actually much more relaxed, because he is familiar with sickness, and it is natural and realistic to pretend to be weak.Sure enough, Qian Fan didn't suspect him, and worried: "Why didn't it get better? Have you taken all the medicine I gave you?"

"I've eaten it, but it doesn't work at all. Who told you to fawn on foreigners and make some Japanese devil's stuff to fool people? I don't think it's as effective as the ginger soup last time."

"Who said, those two medicines are always on hand. If they are useless, I won't give them to you. I guess you have a special constitution and are not sensitive to the effects of the medicines. Wait, I will send you some other medicines. If it works, you have to go to the hospital.”

Xie Zhengyan probed: "Are you going to deliver it directly to your door, or just leave it at the front desk like in the morning?"

Qian Fan's voice lowered immediately, evading tenderness: "I still have a lot of work to do, if I don't hurry up and work overtime, I won't be able to sleep tonight, didn't we agree, there will be opportunities to meet in the future, bear with it this time, good things are not coming Get busy."

"Then if I don't get better after taking the medicine, will you let me go to the hospital alone? I don't know the place where I live, and I can't even tell the difference between east, west, north, south, and it's getting dark again. Where can I go to the hospital?"

"When it really comes to that time, I will find someone to take you there, take care of it properly, and even if you are hospitalized, I won't let you worry about it."

"Hmph, you still avoid me after talking for a long time, I think you have seen through you, you are a big talker, and you are not sincere!"

"Hey, calm down, I absolutely love you, and the moon represents my heart~ Wait, I'm coming."

As soon as the phone was hung up, Xie Zhengyan rushed into the bathroom to take a shower and wash his hair, changed his clothes, took his mobile phone and wallet and ran to the hotel lobby, observed the terrain and hid behind the pillar near the front desk.This position can clearly see the situation of the gate and the front desk at the same time. There are few people coming in and out at the moment, and Qianfan's bulky target is obvious, so it is guaranteed to be targeted at a glance.

He was proud of this sure-fire strategy, and felt like an intelligence agent. He was nervous and excited, and secretly entertained for a while, and suddenly found that the security guard not far away was looking at him vigilantly. The posture of waiting for others.After about 10 minutes, the automatic door at the entrance of the hotel sounded the mechanical sound of "Welcome", and his heartbeat accelerated accordingly. He probed in that direction furtively. He thought he would see the unfamiliar earth fat circle, but he never expected it. What came into view was the figure he had engraved in his heart long ago.

Rong Chuan! ! ! !

Within a few seconds of his consciousness stagnating, Rong Chuan walked quickly to the front desk and placed a paper bag in front of the receptionist.

"My friend lives in Room 503, please help me deliver these things to him."

At a distance of only five or six meters, his voice entered Xie Zhengyan's ears unobstructed, penetrated the eardrum, and pierced a big hole in his cerebral cortex. Shock, panic, and panic rushed out like a flood, engulfing him To the vast ocean.

Why does his voice sound like Qianfan? !No, it's not just like, it's exactly the same!

Driven by doubts, Xie Zhengyan unconsciously moved his steps towards the outside of the pillar in order to distinguish them more clearly.And the result of the discrimination catalyzed his confusion, he felt that Rong Chuan at this moment was like a radio, playing Qian Fan's channel.

"Sir, we need to check the information for safety reasons, what is your friend's last name?"

"My surname is Xie, and my name is Xie Zhengyan."

"Okay, then sir, please leave your name here too."

"Just write Qianfan, thousands of thousands, the sails of a sailboat."

"Okay, we will contact Mr. Xie as soon as possible to pick up the things."

"He is sick and it is inconvenient to go out. Please send someone to take him upstairs."

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

The receptionist called a colleague to come over to pick up the task, and when she put down the phone, Rong Chuan thanked and said goodbye with peace of mind. At this time, Xie Zhengyan had already made a godmother with the column next to him. Turning around, he was completely exposed to his sight.

The truth came out, and the person who made the falsehood couldn't help but be surprised. A cloud of mist flew across Rong Chuan's eyebrows, and a shallow mound was drawn there, but as soon as the shallow mound was raised, it melted like snow, and his seal was restored to cleanliness. It was flat, even a layer of bright color appeared, and the bright color spread quickly, covering the corners of his eyebrows and eyes. After a while, his whole face was animated by this light, and he smiled brightly.

Under normal circumstances, Xie Zhengyan's legs and feet should be weak, his heart should be beating violently, and his face should be warming up, but this time none of these conditioned reflexes happened, his soul has already escaped, and what remains in place is a dead shell. He watched helplessly as the man walked towards him step by step.

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Today is still a double update, I know everyone wants to see Chuan Juju completely lost, so I rushed to release it~