Boys should take good care of themselves [entertainment circle]

Soon, the iron gate under the wall was completely exposed, Qin Zhenlu stopped his movements in time, shook the dust on his arms, and put the baseball bat against the wall.

Su Mengyu went up immediately and wiped off the dust on the iron door with his hands. He could vaguely see a huge cross painted with red paint on the door, and a sentence was written with a black marker next to it:

[This door is now obsolete due to forgotten password]

"No wonder the door is stuck in the wall," Waizai complained. He pressed the electronic lock next to him, and was surprised to find that it turned on. "It still has electricity. It's really durable. What brand is it?"

You Changyi said helplessly: "These are arranged by the program group, not real."

Xuan Zian was worried about another thing: "We shouldn't be using violence, right?"

"Is the director here? If he is, just say so. If you don't say so, I will take it as your acquiescence." Su Mengyu yelled a few times perfunctorily, and at the same time kicked down the last wall in the corner without hesitation, " With a bang, the wall boards were instantly torn apart, he stepped back lightly, and the broken boards fell to the ground, splashing dust all over the place.

The director who was hesitating how to reply: "..."

Su Mengyu put his hands in his pockets, took a step back, and raised his chin towards the iron gate. Before he could speak, Waizai stepped forward very politely, and illuminated the iron gate with a purple light. Handwriting:

[one after another

Take an inch

dubious

Up and down

Two into one

split into two

Set in stone

three down five divided by two]

Xuan Zi'an lay behind Wai Zai, and a head protruded from his shoulder: "One after another, one inch at a time, no three and no four... What does this mean? Do you want to pick out all the numbers that appear in it? But this is the case. , there are no numbers in the insatiable..."

He was contemplating with his eyebrows raised, when the silent Su Mengyu suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed directly on the combination lock.

The electronic button sound of "beep" sounded in the empty room. Xuan Zi'an stared and saw that he pressed more than a dozen times without a pause, and then pressed the pound key in the lower right corner. The next moment, the screen immediately changed to in green:

[Verification succeeded]

Holding the handle with her slender fingers, she twisted it hard. Su Mengyu turned her head and smiled faintly at Xuan Zi'an: "It's open."

Xuan Zi'an: "???" I knocked? ? ?

The barrage is also full of "???":

[? ? ?what happened?I just blinked and the door opened? 】

【Thought they would last for a long time, I went to pour a glass of water...】

【No, can someone explain what happened just now? 】

[I saw Xiaoyu glanced at the password prompt, and then opened the lock (spread hands)]

[Little fish is amazing!Although I don't know what happened...but it's right to praise! 】

[Did the barrage go through?I always feel that these conversations seem familiar...]

【oh, this familiar feeling...】

You Changyi was only shocked for a moment, and soon showed a natural expression, and asked Su Mengyu, "What's the final password?"

Su Mengyu answered without thinking: "510340875105175."

You Changyi propped his chin and thought for a few seconds, then nodded in agreement: "Well, that's right."

Wai Zai also reacted at this time, he put away the purple light illuminating the iron gate, and said with sincere emotion: "As expected of a high-achieving student of Q University, you react so quickly."

And Qin Zhenlu kept a calm face the whole time, at this moment he stretched out his hand to pluck Su Mengyu's hair, and smiled softly: "Little fish is so powerful."

Su Mengyu hummed proudly, reluctantly forgiving Qin Zhenlu's restless claws.

Xuan Zi'an, who was in a daze the whole time, said, "..."

No, you guys should tell me how this came about! ! !

[? ? ? ? ?I split]

[? ?You understand so quickly? 】

【ah?ah?ah? ……oh! 】

【My God, Worship】

[Hahahaha brother Zi'an's reaction is exactly the same as mine]

[Xuan Zi'an: Who am I?where am i ?What am I doing? ? ? 】

【At this moment we are all Zi'an brothers (laughing and crying)】

Seeing Xuan Zi'an's confused face, Su Mengyu had no choice but to pick up a pen: "'One after another' refers to '2+3', so it is 5, and 'to gain an inch' refers to '9 inches+1 inch=1 foot', and '9+1=10', so it is 10, the same reason behind..."

While explaining, Su Mengyu wrote on the paper:

[One after another: 2+3=5

Insatiable progress: 9+1=10

No Three No Four: 3.4

Up and down: 7÷8＝0.875

Combining two into one: 2÷2=1

One divided into two: 1÷2＝0.5

Invariant: 1×1=1

Divide two by three by five: 3×5÷2＝7.5]

"The final result is the password, so the password is 510340875105175." Su Mengyu drew a big circle on the paper, and the pen holder twirled around flexibly at his fingertips, and he stuffed it into his pocket.

"..." Xuan Zi'an took a deep breath, and complained with strength, "It's no wonder that this kind of password is not forgotten!"

Pushing open the heavy iron door, everyone fell into a new dark swamp. Waizai took out the purple light lamp from his pocket and tried to make some lighting, but the posture of holding the pen was wrong, and the end with the light bulb happened to be aligned. own jaw.

"Hey, this seems to be a plumbing room, why does it feel darker than outside...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

As soon as Xuan Zi'an turned his head, he saw a distorted human head with purple face and bulging eyes, which seemed to be flying in the air, was clinging to his arm. His legs were so frightened that his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground screaming.

"Ahhh!" Waizai's body trembled in fright from Xuan Zi'an's cry, the purple light in his hand "Gulu" rolled to the ground, the switch button was smashed and bounced back, and the light went out.

"You, you, you..." Xuan Zi'an sat on the ground on his back and panted heavily, pointing at Wai Zai with trembling fingers, unable to recover for a long time.

Su Mengyu was speechless: "... What are you two doing, are you playing "Midnight Ring"?"

You Changyi picked up the purple light lamp on the ground and stroked his chest in shock, with a painful expression: "I beg you to be considerate of me, an old man, my heart is almost stopped by you."

"I'm sorry dear, I didn't do it on purpose>People<!"

"Ni Zukai! I want to break up with you!"

"Don't do this, just forgive me~"

"I won't! I'm angry!"

The barrage is already laughing crazy:

[Hahahahaha are these two live treasures? 】

【Zian · Was scared and lost his voice · Xuan】

[This picture is very similar to my mother and my father found her secretly playing mahjong at home (smile)]

[The two little ones are so cute~ Counseling the cp and knocking on them~]

[Let’s say weakly, I was actually scared QAQ just now]

[Me, me, me too!It's really scary to use the light on the chin!Not to mention it's purple!I die in place in minutes! 】

"Hey, how did you find that door just now?" Su Mengyu didn't want to pay attention to the two cubs who fell in love and killed each other, touched Qin Zhenlu with his elbow, and asked curiously.

Qin Zhenlu replied honestly: "I heard the slight sound of electric current inside, and guessed it was the sound of the electronic combination lock."

Su Mengyu took a deep breath, and patted him on the shoulder seriously: "In terms of pretense... I still can't compare with you in that realm."

But Su Mengyu is still a little curious, what is the real arrangement of the program group in this session, he doesn't think the scriptwriter will let the players stick their ears to the wall and listen to it inch by inch, if this is the case, it is too inhuman.

Thinking of this, Su Mengyu couldn't help but glance at Qin Zhenlu next to him. He has super memory, keen eyesight and hearing, and meticulous logical thinking ability... It's a pity that this person doesn't do scientific research and goes to act. Going to their school must be another role that was snapped up by the tutors.

No, you can't say that. Su Mengyu denied his previous thoughts. Everyone has their own dreams to pursue. He has no right to judge others' choices at will.

The bullet screen was once again in shock, and "666" was posted one after another, but soon, some gangsters began to cause trouble:

[Pretentiousness is too much, how can it be done with human hearing?Think you're superhuman? 】

[Hear the sound of electric current?Am I stupid? 】

[There must be a script, hot chicken related households]

[I wanted to complain before, why do you still want to be an actor when you are so awesome, do scientific research, and contribute to the country]

Seeing these words, Lu Fen immediately went mad, and sensible passers-by couldn't help frowning:

【Barbarian, please explode on the spot】

[It’s still the same sentence, if you can’t do it, it doesn’t mean others can’t do it]

[Didn't the program team say that there is no script?Who do you not believe to blame? 】

[Don't look at the roll, don't send in the upper left corner]

[What's wrong with being an actor?Being an actor didn't contribute to the country?Do you know what performing arts are? 】

[It's none of your business if people don't want to do scientific research. If you have the time to be a master, why don't you contribute to the country? 】

In the director's room, the director asked the administrator to quickly clean up the troublemakers, and sighed helplessly. Does he, the director, know if they have a script?

Originally, he planned to move all the shelves away when everyone couldn't find the door, sweating profusely from exhaustion. At this time, they would find that there were several symbols engraved on the back of the shelf next to the exit, implying that the middle door should be removed. Unexpectedly, Qin Zhenlu found the exit in the most direct way and skipped this step.

"Is it so difficult to admit that others are better than yourself?" The director shook his head helplessly, called out the screenwriter's name, and tapped Qin Zhenlu's face on various screens with his fingertips, "Qin Zhenlu is very smart, and I can set some screens for him in the future." Personal levels, such as the hero saving the beauty, as for who the saved 'beauty' is, I don't need to say more, right?"

The screenwriter who was admiring the director's generosity in his heart: "..."

Sure enough, you still hold grudges, the link you worked so hard to design was ignored or something.

The screenwriter took a pen and wrote it down in a small notebook, and obediently said, "Okay, I see."