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In the end, Song Zhen still couldn't win the public opinion, and was forced to go back with Meng Zang'an, but as soon as he got out of the box, he kept a distance away, wishing to stay ten meters away from Meng Zang'an.

Meng Zang'an was not annoyed, and just followed behind him in a leisurely manner.

Song Zhen quickened his pace, just in time to see that the elevator was about to close, and ran in immediately, regardless of Meng Zang'an, who was behind him, was about to press to close.

It's a pity that when the elevator door was about to close, a bony palm came in.

The elevator door opened again, and Meng Zang'an walked in.

A faint woody fragrance entered Song Zhen's breath.

Song Zhen suffocated, walked out again, and said solemnly: "Sorry, I think it's still healthy to take the stairs."

Seeing his vigilance, Meng Zang'an paused in his footsteps, but finally did not chase him out.

After getting off the elevator, he waited at the stairs, but he didn't wait for Song Zhen after waiting for a long time. It wasn't until Jiang Zixia and the others finished eating that he realized that Song Zhen changed the elevator and left through the back door.

On the way back to the hotel, Song Zhen praised Ye Xiaoshuang who was driving: "Not bad, this time is very clever."

Ye Xiaoshuang immediately hit the snake with the stick: "Salary increase, boss?"

Song Zhen sneered: "You still want to raise your salary, do you know that you are making up for your mistakes? Let me ask you, didn't you say that Meng Zang could not come to the rehearsal?"

Ye Xiaoshuang curled her lips: "He didn't come to the rehearsal, how did I know that he traveled thousands of miles, and even ignored his work, just to catch up with supper."

"As far as I know, Meng Zang'an turned down several activities in order to be the flight instructor, and also turned down the invitation of UM's chief designer Fernando Bruni to visit the studio. This is not a small price."

"Boss, what do you think?"

Song Zhen was silent for a moment: "I think he is sick."

In the next few days, Meng Zang'an didn't meet Song Zhen once.

Whether it's a hotel or a rehearsal site, as soon as Meng Zang'an shows up, Song Zhen disappears. If Meng Zang'an hadn't asked the staff and knew that Song Zhen was still rehearsing and eating normally these days, he would have thought that Song Zhen had terminated the contract. up.

It seemed that Song Zhen was just avoiding him.

After a long time, Meng Zang'an's manager also felt that something was wrong: "Didn't you say that you are in love? Song Zhen's reaction doesn't look like it..."

Meng Zang'an calmly turned over a page of the book: "Zhenzhen didn't dare to see me, that's why he avoided me."

"This is fun, you singles don't understand."

broker:"……"

He snorted coldly and said maliciously: "Maybe they just despise you."

But he was just talking hilariously. In this world, who can refuse Meng Zang'an?

What's more, Song Zhen still loves him so much.

The manager finished eating a piece of old dog food in a sour manner, and said, "Tomorrow is the official recording, so go to bed early if you have nothing to do."

"and many more."

Meng Zang'an closed the book casually, walked to the clothes hanger, and there were a row of famous dresses hanging on it. He frowned and swept over, saying, "Why are these clothes so ordinary?"

Manager: "Brother! You are only recording a variety show tomorrow, and you are not participating in an awards ceremony. Why are you wearing such a flamboyant bag!"

Mengzang Anli ignored him: "Go look for clothes again."

"Also, ask the stylist and makeup artist to come over early tomorrow."

broker:"……"

Damn it!

I have never seen you so active at work!

On the day of the recording, Song Zhen felt his eyelids twitch when he came up. He opened his pocket and was relieved to see that the safety talisman was still there.

Ye Xiaoshuang, who went to inquire about the news, came back: "Meng Zang'an has already left for the recording site."

Song Zhen: "Then let's go too."

In the past few days, Song Zhen and Meng Zang'an have staggered their schedules like this, but today there is no other way.

Song Zhen had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to the recording scene. Anyway, if he stretched out his head, he would also shrink his head. Isn't it just three days!After these three days, Meng Zang'an is about to leave!

Song Zhen cheered himself up, and stepped into the studio with the momentum of the guillotine.

Seeing Meng Zang'an next to him, he was almost scared back again.

In the center of the studio is the stage, and at the bottom is the instructor's seat. The four resident instructors are in the center, and there is a seat next to it, which is reserved for the flight instructor.

The instructor's seats are arranged according to seniority, and Song Zhen's seat happens to be next to the flight instructor.

Song Zhen almost vomited blood.

But the seats are decorated according to their respective identities. If he proposes to change it now, it will not only increase the workload of the staff, but also delay the recording time, so he can only endure it.

Song Zhen tried not to squint, but there was Hu Xiuwen, who couldn't read his eyes, and took advantage of the intermission to grab Song Zhen's neck: "Junior Brother, look at Meng Zang'an, who doesn't fit in with others, and wears such flirtatious clothes." Bao, I plan to walk the red carpet after recording!"

Song Zhen subconsciously glanced at Meng Zang'an.

He was wearing an iron gray slim-fit suit, the excellent tailoring completely outlined his good figure with wide shoulders and long legs. He wore gold rimless glasses and looked refined.

Meng Zang'an looked over if he felt something.

Song Zhen immediately looked away.

Meng Zang'an could only see Song Zhen's side face.

He had his hair styled today, with a perm, a few strands hanging by his ears, with white jade-like ear beads looming.

When the two were together, Meng Zang'an especially liked to kiss Song Zhen's earlobe and neck. He knew where Song Zhen's sensitive spots were. With just a light touch, Song Zhen would soften into a ball of water, and the corners of his eyes would ooze. Carmine red marks.

Pure and lustful.

But now, there was an unsightly arm hanging around that neck.

Meng Zang'an's Adam's apple twitched.

With a low voice: "Director Hu, what are you talking about?"

Hu Xiuwen suddenly felt a chill in his neck, and put his arms down embarrassingly: "No...it's nothing."

Song Zhen stretched his neck, and suddenly smelled a familiar woody fragrance.

His body was slightly stiff.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a touch of iron gray gradually approaching, he couldn't help clenching his fists, and immediately raised the tenth level of alarm in his heart.

But Meng Zang'an walked to his seat, but stopped.

He leaned down | and picked up the file folder that fell on the ground.

The slender fingers resting on the black file folder made people feel a little itchy for no reason.

However, Song Zhen was unmoved, and after thanking him, he sat upright: "Teacher Meng, go back quickly, the recording has already started."

Meng Zang'an took a deep look at him before returning to his seat.

Song Zhen felt the woody fragrance in the air gradually fade away, and he finally let go of his heart.

The rules of the first round of the competition were that all the students were divided into 23 groups according to the script selection. After the performance, the instructors scored and the average score was more than eight points, and the students could choose which instructor's team to join.

Song Zhen had already experienced the acting skills of these people.

At the end of the day, he didn't have a score of eight, and the only feeling he felt was that his whole body was sore.

The next group of two students were college students who happened to be Song Zhen's juniors.

Song Zhen reluctantly cheered up because of his friendship with the same school, but found that the junior named Fu Songran surprised him a little. His acting skills are a bit raw, but he can see that he has his own ideas and is a malleable talent .

Song Zhen straightened up involuntarily and leaned forward slightly.

Meng Zang'an on the side seemed to be watching the students' performance seriously, but in fact, his attention was always on Song Zhen.

Seeing Song Zhen's interested expression, he lowered his expression.

After the performance of this group, Fu Songran got the first eighth without any surprise.

The host smiled and asked him: "Song Ran, it can be seen that your acting skills have conquered four mentors, which teacher's team do you most hope to join?"

Fu Songran's eyes were bright, and he looked directly at Song Zhen: "I want to join Teacher Song Zhen's team."

There were also students who wanted to join Song Zhen's team before, but none of them were as straightforward as him.

Song Zhen rubbed his forehead, this child is too old, don't you know if this will offend others?

Probably some talented people have such a problem, Song Zhen cherishes his talents, so he helped him with a few words.

Fu Songran's eyes brightened: "Senior, I really like your performance. I went to see your stage play when I graduated from junior high school. It was because of you that I entered the acting department of China Beijing Film Academy."

After he finished speaking, the scene was in an uproar.

After all, everyone knows that Song Zhen is a gold medal screenwriter, but few people know that his undergraduate degree is acting.

Song Zhen was a little helpless, but there was no need to hide it, so he admitted it generously.

Meng Zang'an frowned slightly. When he was with Song Zhen, Song Zhen had already graduated. He knew that Song Zhen was a student of Zhongjing Film Academy, but he didn't know that Song Zhen graduated from the Department of Acting.

When the two were together, Song Zhen would occasionally play with him. He thought Song Zhen's acting skills were good at the time, but he only thought it was due to his talent.

But now it seems that he doesn't know Song Zhen as well as he imagined.

He looked at Fu Songran who was in the middle of the stage.

The boy's eyes were full of yearning and admiration, perhaps mixed with a trace of admiration that he himself didn't understand.

Meng Zangan's eyes dimmed.

The darkness that had been suppressed by him for a long time began to stir again.

Song Zhen seemed to have noticed something, but when she turned her head, she didn't find anything unusual.

On the stage, Fu Songran succeeded in chasing stars, smiling so much that his eyes narrowed into two crescent moons.

The host asked him: "Song Ran, what is your wish?"

Fu Songran scratched his head, and whispered embarrassedly: "I want... to act with Teacher Song."

This wish was beyond everyone's expectations, and Song Zhen was also stunned.

Fu Songran was flustered and said at a loss: "Did I say something wrong..."

The child was so anxious that he almost cried.

Song Zhen saw how pitiful he was, and if he really refused, it would be a great blow to the child.

It's just a play.

The first step has already been taken, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

He nodded and agreed.

Fu Songran jumped up in surprise, and warm applause and screams erupted at the scene.

Amid the jubilation, only Mengzang An couldn't fit in.

He picked up the microphone, his voice was low and cold.

"If you don't mind, let me play a show for you two."