Report to the president, your actor has run away again

Whenever darkness came and he fell into a dream, and the dream was filled with endless darkness, Meng Lang knew that he had returned to that day again.

He always had a dream repeatedly. ,

In the dream, he went back to his sophomore year in college.

"Yo, Mr. Meng, is going to the catwalk again?"

The year-end school party is in the preparation stage. It's past six o'clock, and everyone is still doing the final practice. ,

On the stage, Meng Lang carefully adjusted the height of the microphone, and replied with a smile: "Yeah, this competition is very important. If I become popular, I might be able to break into the show business circle."

The students in the audience burst into laughter, some encouraged him, and some directly made fun of him. ,

Meng Lang's appearance had always been the most outstanding, but his grades in professional courses were the lowest in the class.Even the teacher said that he was miraculously able to enter the Chinese opera, probably because of this face that gave him half of the points.

Many of the other outstanding students in the class were poached to film by the crew as soon as they were freshmen, but Meng Lang only had occasional invitations to model shows in his hands.

Even the teacher persuaded him, or he should transform into a model as soon as possible, eat a few years of youthful life, and maybe even walk on a world-class catwalk.

But meng lang didn't do it.

He is stubborn, he just wants to be an actor. ,

He will use his status as a model as a springboard. Sooner or later, he will become an actor who is praised for his acting skills. ,

No matter what those people think of him now. ,

He doesn't care. ,

This time the model competition is sponsored by their school, and the competition venue is in the venue building next to it. ,

Meng Lang finished adjusting the sound equipment for tomorrow's party, hurriedly changed his clothes, and prepared to go directly from the passage between the two buildings to the backstage of the competition in a while.

The game time was 08:30, and it wasn't until [-]:[-] that Meng Lang, who always liked to step on the spot, stood up. ,

He adjusted his clothes and hairstyle in front of the mirror, looked left and right, and still couldn't hold back a sigh from the bottom of his heart. ,

"Ah Lang, you are so handsome."

After his daily fuss, meng lang tossed his hair, turned and walked towards the aisle. ,

As soon as he grabbed the handle of the passage door, Meng Lang's eyes suddenly went dark. ,

He stood in the dark and thought for two seconds before realizing that it wasn't that he went blind all of a sudden, but a power outage. ,

Meng Lang supported the wall next to him, his mind was in a mess. ,

In a way, being blind was as much trouble as having a power outage.

He is a patient with severe night blindness. In a space where the lights are turned off at night, he is no different from being blind. ,

"anyone there?"

Meng Lang bravely shouted into the endless darkness, "Is there anyone else?" No one responded to him.

The classmates who practiced together before went back after seven o'clock, and he seemed to be the only one in the entire empty hall. ,

Meng Lang gritted his teeth and groped to open the passage door. There was still darkness that could not be dispelled. ,

Ruined.鑀

Meng Lang squatted on the ground in despair. ,

He couldn't see anything, let alone the passage, and he could even turn around and fall directly down the stairs.Most importantly, he couldn't overcome the fear in his heart.

He didn't have time to participate in this game.

Meng Lang squatted on the ground and silently hugged his head. ,

He takes this game seriously.In order to better highlight his body line, he eats chicken breast meat with protein powder and lifts iron [-] times a day for two months. |

It's all over now. ,

Although I don't know if this modeling competition can make him popular, but the feeling of losing [-] million is really uncomfortable. , But Meng Lang was not someone who couldn't take it too hard. He finally howled, "Is there anyone alive?", and then sat down on the ground.Is there love? If not, he will just sleep here overnight, and he will go out after dawn tomorrow. ,

In the boundless silence, no one responded until the echoes disappeared. ,

Meng Lang gave up completely. He closed his eyes and prepared to hypnotize himself. ,

"anyone there?"

A soft, kitten-like voice pierced into Meng Lang's eardrums. ,

"Damn it!" Meng Lang struggled to get up from the ground, "There are people! I'm here, at the passage gate!"

The owner of the voice was quiet for a moment, then hesitantly asked, "Is it Senior Brother Meng Lang?"

Look, look!The advantages of super grass are reflected at this moment!

"I am." Meng Lang deliberately lowered his voice like a showman, "This cute little boy, can you use your mobile phone to illuminate me, I'm going to the venue building next door to participate in the competition."

The cute elementary school boy was silent for a while, and then said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, brother, my phone is out of battery."

Meng lang heard a "click".

He knew that this was the sound of broken hopes.

"What a coincidence." Meng Lang made a loveless voice, "Mine is out of battery."

Damn, the evil Xiaoxiaole. QAQ