After saving Meiqiang, I became popular all over the world

Tan Fen raised his head, his smile froze slightly: "Are you here to ask my second husband's volunteer?"

Yesterday, the program group sent everyone a volunteer form for the second public, divided into four directions: vocal music, dance, rap and creation. Many people have already made an appointment to choose the same group, hoping to be assigned to a team.

"No." Qiao Zhihuan took two steps forward and raised a stack of papers in his hand, "The last modification time of the profiteer's computer was 06:30, and the time you left the practice room was [-]:[-]. Select the folder where the mobile phone puts the accompaniment and the last modification time is [-] :[-], the time you gave her back was five past seven. The last modification time of the accompaniment folder on Gao Chang’s phone was seven twenty, which is exactly the time after you arrived at the dormitory.”

The paper in his hand was thrown on the table: "Did you do it?"

Tan Fen forced a smile: "My usual life trajectory is like this, these timing coincidences can't explain anything."

Qiao Zhihuan put his hands on the table and looked at him with a sullen face.

After a while, he took out a piece of paper and slapped it in front of Tan Fen.

Qin Fen's face turned pale instantly.

On the paper was a printed photo, which was taken from a far angle outside the window. Tan Fen was sitting at the table, leaving only a back view, and the screen in front of him was pure black, with an irregular outside. A profiteer's computer.

"I suspected you on the day of the rehearsal. However, due to Ye Cike's face and the importance of the public stage, I didn't expose it. Let me ask you the last question, Tan Fen, I want to let you say whether it is you .”

Tan Fen lowered his head and was silent for a while, then suddenly sneered, "What if it's me, so what if it's not me? You want to tell the world that I'm such a rotten person? You don't need to spread the word, I lived 26 At the age of 22 years, I danced diligently for [-] years. I got up early and stayed late every day. I was the first to arrive at the practice room and the last to leave. As a result, my master’s degree was delayed for two years, and I couldn’t pass the dance troupe exam. "

Tan Fen looked up coldly: "Is this the first time you meet a bad person? Qiao Zhihuan."

wow.

Qiao Zhihuan quickly lifted up the documents on the table, and slammed Tan Fen all over his face.

Tan Fen suddenly closed his eyes, trembling from being hit, and subconsciously looked at Qiao Zhihuan.

Plain white paper fluttered between the two confronting people, and Qiao Zhihuan stared at him like lightning: "I'm ruining myself, who do I expect to respect you?"

Qin Fen was a little surprised.

He thought that what was waiting for him was a slap in the face, and he was even ready to be slapped.

These words were much lighter than he had imagined, even a little... persuasive.

Qiao Zhihuan stood up straight, folded her arms, and looked down at him condescendingly, with a kind of majesty in her usually kind and clear eyes: "Tan Fen, how do you think these things got into my hands?"

"If you want to be a dog to others, others will really treat you like a dog!"

Hearing these words, Tan Fen's heart stabbed.

On the day he was brought to see Peng Qiang, the vice president of Big Orange Entertainment, Peng Qiang grabbed his tie and suddenly pulled him to the ground, slapping his face with the long and narrow tie: "Want to be my dog? Climb around the table!"

He has nothing, and for the possible signing of Big Orange, he kneels on his dignity and circles around Peng Qiang's coffee table.

That was the longest 3 minutes of his life.

Tan Fen's Adam's apple trembled slightly, and he swallowed the choking impulse: "I know."

Peng Qiang arranged for him to come in, spy on everyone's passwords, understand everyone's work and rest, and wanted to use him to deal with Qiao Zhihuan.In the end, he only figured out everyone's routine. Not only did he fail to spy on the profiteer's password, but the one-man Qiao Zhihuan team also shined brilliantly.

Seeing the printed photo, Tan Fen suddenly realized.

He failed in his mission, so of course he couldn't keep him, so Peng Qiang made a second move - to show Qiao Zhihuan his suspicious photos, hoping to use Qiao Zhihuan's hand to get rid of him.

In this wave, Peng Qiang hid himself behind his back, and he made a series of moves back and forth, making a good plan.

Thinking of this, Tan Fen suddenly understood Qiao Zhihuan's first words when he came in, "You should be glad I came alone."

If Qiao Zhihuan had brought his teammates, election officials, and even the media with him when he came to see him... he might have been completely ruined.

Tan Fen's chapped lips moved, he vaguely understood Qiao Zhihuan's real purpose: "...why didn't you give up on me completely."

Qiao Zhihuan asked back: "Do you want others to give up on you?"

Qin Fen was silent for a moment.

"……not me."

Qiao Zhihuan kept a cold face and didn't answer.

"I was wrong, but I really wasn't the one who deleted things... The angle of this photo was deliberately chosen, but there were actually two other people standing in the room. They did it."

"I don't know the profiteer's password. I guess, his password is the same as this photo, and it may have been peeped with a high-powered telescope. They want to—"

Qiao Zhihuan suddenly raised her hand in a restraining gesture: "Enough."

Qin Fen stopped talking immediately.

Seeing him stop, Qiao Zhihuan said: "Three requirements. One, completely stay away from Ye Cike and my team members in the future; two, stop thinking about joining my team; three."

His voice was deep and deep: "You should never tell Ye Cike about this matter."

Tan Fen was silent for a while, then hummed lightly.

Qiao Zhihuan turned to leave, and when he was about to open the door, he suddenly said, "In Dacheng, people can eat people without spitting out their bones. You'd better think about it."

The door closed softly.

Ding dong.

A message popped up on the phone, it was Dacheng and the staff he was in touch with: "Do you continue with the task you gave before? Did you take any pictures?"

Tan Fen stared at this line of words, and suddenly cut to the camera to connect to the APP, and a large number of photos flooded out in an instant.

You Ye Cike stood in front of the dormitory and tapped Qiao Zhihuan's forehead.

Ye Cike and Qiao Zhihuan nestled together on the lighthouse.

Ye Cike carried Qiao Zhihuan by his waist and walked across the sea.

And in the practice room, Qiao Zhihuan unconsciously leaned towards Ye Cike after falling asleep... All the photos were taken from candid angles, and the only protagonists were Ye Cike and Qiao Zhihuan.

His fingers paused in the air, Tan Fen suddenly selected all the photos, hovered with his fingertips for a long time, and suddenly made up his mind, and clicked "Delete All" at the bottom.

After deleting all, he also cleared "Recently Deleted" immediately.

After the operation was completed, he switched back to the message window and replied: "The relationship between Qiao Zhihuan and Ye Cike is normal, and nothing was photographed."

Whoosh, the message is sent.

He knew that this message had killed his last chance to survive.

He didn't dare to think about how Da Cheng would deal with him, but this was the price he, a rotten person, deserved to pay.

Qiao Zhihuan didn't take a few steps, but was stopped by an unexpected person.

Ruan Sihuan stood one step away from him, looking at him deeply.

Qiao Zhihuan pretended not to see him, walked around him and walked to the left, but Ruan Sihuan also suddenly turned to the left, blocking Qiao Zhihuan's path again.

Qiao Zhihuan frowned: "You deliberately exchanged the profiteer, what do you want to tell me now?"

Ruan Sihuan: "...I replaced him because I thought you didn't like it, so I would go back earlier."

Qiao Zhihuan didn't answer.

Ruan Sihuan: "Even if I was wrong at the time, now that the first meeting is over, the result is very good, and Ye Cike is also very good, you should have had enough fun, don't worry, it's time to go back."

Qiao Zhihuan resisted.

Ruan Sihuan took another step: "Could it be that you are addicted to being a savior here? Have you forgotten us before? Are you going to abandon all the audience who love you?"

Qiao Zhihuan finally looked at him coldly: "An audience who loves me? Do I have one?"

Ruan Sihuan was taken aback.

Qiao Zhihuan didn't know what happened after he wore the book, and seemed to have misunderstood it, and it sounded like he had made up his mind not to go back.

An impulse suddenly rushed into his heart, he grabbed Qiao Zhihuan's wrist suddenly: "Listen to me."

Qiao Zhihuan struggled immediately, but the two of them were both strong, so they couldn't hold back.

In a hurry, Qiao Zhihuan noticed a detail - Ruan Sihuan didn't wear gloves and touched the skin on his wrist with his bare hands.

... Isn't he a clean freak?

Don't you never touch others?

In a daze, Ruan Sihuan immediately gained the upper hand. Unexpectedly, within a second, Ruan Sihuan suddenly let out a low voice. He was pinched tightly by someone's hand. His wrist was already blue and white, and even appeared on the wrist bone. Horrible dents!

Ye Cike came at some time, he grabbed Ruan Sihuan and forced him to let go.

Ruan Sihuan's wrist has been pinched terribly, but what is even more terrifying is Ruan Sihuan's face!

His pupils constricted, reflecting the scene of Ye Cike holding his hand.

Ruan Sihuan screamed in shock, let go of Qiao Zhihuan like an electric shock, and then couldn't help vomiting, threw Ye Cike away like crazy, and rushed directly to the bathroom not far away.

The sound of rushing water and loud retching soon came from the bathroom.

Qiao Zhihuan looked in the direction of the bathroom in surprise. Is there really such a cleanliness person in the world?

But just now Ruan Sihuan was also grabbing himself with bare hands, obviously no response?

How could Ye Cike become like this?

Ye Cike looked back from the bathroom, and looked at Qiao Zhihuan with some worry: "Go back to me first."

Qiao Zhihuan frowned: "But..."

"You'd better not come forward about this matter." Ye Cike grabbed his shoulders and rubbed Qiao Zhihuan's hair soothingly, "Hey, leave it to me."

No one has ever spoken to him in such a tone. It feels like someone holds up an umbrella on a rainy day, enclosing him in a peaceful place and taking good care of him.

Although she was not used to it, Qiao Zhihuan nodded lightly: "...um."

Ye Cike tilted his head slightly, and left a light kiss on his forehead: "Go."

When Ye Cike walked into the bathroom, Ruan Sihuan was retching painfully at the sink. After he calmed down, he put his hand under the filter faucet and rushed, rubbing his wrist vigorously as if trying to peel off a layer of skin.

Ye Cike didn't interrupt him, and waited for him to finish his attack.

I don't know how many times he washed it, and even his whole wrist was almost torn. Ruan Sihuan finally stood up straight, breathed a long sigh of relief, and looked at Ye Cike in the mirror: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything against you, I just ...can't bear it."

Ye Cike: "What on earth do you do?"

Ruan Sihuan looked at him with a smile: "Killer, do you believe it?"

Ye Cike didn't talk nonsense with him, just grabbed his hand and forced him to face outwards. Seeing this, Ruan Sihuan covered his mouth and wanted to vomit, but Ye Cike sternly restrained his left hand to prevent him from twitching. go back.

Ruan Sihuan's left hand has many thin calluses, one on the side of the tiger's mouth ring, two on the palm, and a layer of thin calluses on the second and third knuckles of the index finger.At this time, Ruan Sihuan could hardly hold back, Ye Cike threw him away abruptly, allowing him to start a new round of retching and washing his hands.

Ye Cike spread out his palm, he also had thin calluses in his palm, one on the center of the palm, one on the top edge of the palm, and one on the base of all fingers, these are the traces left by the bar in the practice room, and the calluses of Ruan Sihuan The location is completely different.

When he was collecting materials for the dance drama, he once visited a veteran. He remembered that the veteran also had a thick layer of calluses on his palm, which was very similar to Ruan Sihuan's.

Is what this clean freak said true?

Ye Cike was suspicious, but Ruan Sihuan finally calmed down.

The faucet was running, and Ruan Sihuan's eyes fell on the running water: "I'm kidding you, you really believe it——you!"

Ruan Sihuan's voice changed suddenly, and Ye Cike grabbed his shoulder, turned him over, and quickly pulled his neckline open, revealing half of his left shoulder immediately.

Suddenly being restrained, even though Ye Cike avoided all skin contact, Ruan Sihuan was still trembling uncontrollably, Ye Cike glanced at the evidence coldly, and immediately let go of him: "If I have a cleansing habit, I will Be good, at least you won't provoke others again and again."

"...And, thank you for the evidence."

There was a callus mark on Ruan Sihuan's left shoulder, vertical, about half a palm wide, exactly the same as the mark Ye Cike saw on the veteran.

Sniper Rifle | The recoil of the gun is extremely strong. After firing, the butt of the gun is pressed against the shoulder. After several shots, it will leave marks, and people who have been in contact with sniper for a long time will leave permanent marks.

Combined with the position of the thin callus on his hand, Ruan Sihuan can obviously touch the heavy sniper rifle|gun.

Guns are banned in the country, let alone this kind of special forces guns, he is obviously not as simple as a "trainee".

"I will remind the program team of the risks. You can go back and pack your bags now."

Ye Cike turned around to leave after speaking, when a voice suddenly came from behind: "Wait a minute. I'm not a bad person."

"If you have too much, go talk to the program team."

Ye Cike didn't stop, seeing that he was about to walk out of the bathroom, Ruan Sihuan suddenly raised his voice: "Don't you want to know who Qiao Zhihuan is?"

Ye Cike paused.

Seeing him loosen, Ruan Sihuan emphasized again: "Qiao Zhihuan. I came here for only one thing, which is Qiao Zhihuan."

"In my world, many people have heard of Qiao Zhihuan, and even now, there are more people than you can imagine paying attention to his every move." *

Ruan Sihuan's real name is VVS05007. He is not a killer, but he has indeed "handled" many people.

He is independent of all countries and belongs to the International Federation "No. 0 Talent Development Plan". He has the authority to investigate all figures, including political leaders of various countries. Judgment power".

That is to say, as long as he has solid evidence, he can kill any deranged suspect on the spot without being held accountable.

But that's the only thing he hates about the job.

Ruan Sihuan exercised this right for the first time, squatting on the TV tower 1000 meters away, and shot dead the felon who hijacked the train.

He was as calm and calm as he was in training, and his marksmanship was steady and accurate, but when the large-caliber bullet of 12.7X99mm blasted through the glass of the train and hit the criminal's forehead with a bang, he suddenly couldn't help retching violently.

He saw the back of the criminal's head spurting out, blood and brains sprayed all over the window glass, and then flowed down sticky.

He knew that the killing was for salvation and for justice, but the scene caused by this shot was so dirty that he couldn't help but vomit.After the task was completed, he washed his hands like crazy, as if he could completely wash away the rotten red thing in his memory.

In order to control his mental state, he thought of many solutions, such as keeping disposable gloves on hand at the beginning, always wearing hand sanitizer when going out with tasks, and going to the bathroom to spit up first after the task is completed.

But his mental cleansing obsession actually made his marksmanship more refined, because every time he shot a kill, he tried his best to find the most delicate angle, so that the wound was the smallest and the blood loss was the least. Sometimes the scene was clean, with only a small piece of blood the size of a palm.

His work was getting better and better, he killed more and more, but his obsession with cleanliness became more and more severe. In the end, even when he saw a normal person, he could see the tragic state of this person after killing him.

He has absolutely no way of contacting normal people.

On the eve of a certain mission, he walked through the crowded streets, seeing all kinds of tragedies in front of him. Finally, he got close to the mission location. He picked the most remote bathroom and vomited beautifully.

At that time, half of his life was gone, his whole body was covered with uncontrollable sweat, and his eyes were full of white double shadows. At this time, he suddenly heard a sentence "Are you okay?"

At that time, Ruan Sihuan couldn't remember the surrounding environment and the appearance of the sink at all. He only remembered Qiao Zhihuan, who was like a white lilac, suddenly blooming in front of his eyes.

He had never seen such a clean person, and for a moment, he felt that even the oblique light became soft.

That was the first time he saw Qiao Zhihuan.

"Here, it's clean." Qiao Zhihuan handed him a handkerchief, and seeing that he was still in a daze, she stuffed the handkerchief into his palm, her cold fingertips brushing his thumb inadvertently, "Go out and find some hot water to drink, will be more comfortable."

In fact, from the moment he met Qiao Zhihuan, the extreme discomfort in his body has gradually faded away. When he realized it, the people in front of him had already left. The familiar feeling of oppression hit him again, and just when he was about to lose his hold, he suddenly saw the person he met just now.

Not at the intersection, but on the big screen.

Qiao Zhihuan sank to the bottom of the sea with his eyes closed and wearing a light veil, the sun shone through the sea, all his clothes spread out like thin vines, and the graceful waves of light wandered around his body, he was like a little fairy who fell from the sky.

Ruan Sihuan pinched the handkerchief and stared at him on the screen in a trance.

Many people stopped in front of the screen to discuss, take photos, and take pictures. Ruan Sihuan learned that his name is Qiao Zhihuan. He is the most watched talented dancer today. and the Music Performance Award are rare double champions in the world.

From that day on, he found the most effective way to restrain physical nausea, Qiao Zhihuan.

He would definitely bring Qiao Zhihuan's photo with him when he was on a mission; when he returned home, he would cycle through all the videos and audios related to Qiao Zhihuan; without affecting the mission, he secretly went to watch Qiao Zhihuan's tour several times.

These habits do not imply any other meaning, nor do they contain other complex feelings.Qiao Zhihuan gave him the feeling that he was far away, yet very close, accompanying him like a talisman, helping him through every task.

Everything was going peacefully, and he didn't want to interfere with Qiao Zhihuan's life path in the past.

Until returning from a certain mission, he turned on the computer as usual, but the news headlines completely crushed him.

——"Falling Genius?Qiao Zhihuan Crashing in the Kennedy Center for the Arts"

Qiao Zhihuan completely evaporated like a ghost, and the news related to him was only speculation, and the comments on the Internet, whether malicious or kind, finally completely subsided.

When he used some special means to find out where Qiao Zhihuan was recuperating, and arrived overnight, Qiao Zhihuan was sitting on the sea cliff wearing that mad fairy costume.

At that time, the golden light of the sunrise dazzled his eyes, and in less than a second, Qiao Zhihuan actually——

At this point, Ruan Sihuan suddenly stopped talking completely.

He didn't want to tell Ye Cike what happened afterwards. Obviously, once the incident of that day was made clear, Qiao Zhihuan would really stay.

Even if he didn't want to stay, Ye Cike who knew the truth would not let him go back.

"So, I'm not a bad person. You really don't have to drive me away." Ruan Sihuan reiterated his position, "I have the same goal as you, I just hope that he can live a better life."

"Besides, sometimes I envy you." Ruan Sihuan said, "Compared to me, you are more like a person who lives in the same world as him."

On the way back to the dormitory, Ye Cike was still thinking about what Ruan Sihuan said.

He promised not to reveal the truth to the program team for the time being, but if he found out that Ruan Sihuan was harassing Qiao Zhihuan privately again, he would immediately tell the program team the truth.

But these are not important. Judging from the meaning behind Ruan Sihua's words, Qiao Zhihuan only came here for a short time, and will eventually return to the world he mentioned.

At that time, he asked, "Will he?"

Ruan Sihuan asked him back: "Will you abandon the stage you love, and the audience who love you?"

Ye Cike didn't answer, he knew he didn't dare to think about the answer to this question.

His heart was beating wildly along the way, until he pushed open the door of the Cave and saw Qiao Zhihuan's shoes leaning neatly beside his shoes with the heels turned outwards, his blocked mood was relieved.

Qiao Zhihuan was not in the house, and Ye Cike searched around in a panic before finding him on the terrace.

He was lying sideways on the large deck chair on the terrace, and the veil on the pillar was hanging down, illuminating his figure indistinctly.

Qiao Zhihuan was barefoot, wearing Ye Cike's white T-shirt on her upper body, her long white legs were exposed to the warm sea breeze, and Ye Cike could even imagine the feeling of touch.

He approached lightly, without disturbing Qiao Zhihuan, and just stood by the side of the recliner, looking at his sleeping face.Fragments of sunlight flowed on Qiao Zhihuan's delicate face, and his profile was like a beautiful jade.

Ye Cike slowly pieced together Qiao Zhihuan's past from the fragmentary reports of others.

Born in a poor family, he may have left home to concentrate on training at a very young age. He became famous in the first battle on behalf of the country at a young age, spent the first half of his life amidst flowers, spotlights and cheers, and then fell when the most attention was paid... such a life of ups and downs, he It's hard to imagine how Qiao Zhihuan felt when he left that world.

Before long, will Qiao Zhihuan abandon everything here and leave completely?

Ye Cike was a little afraid of this answer. He raised his hand to touch Qiao Zhihuan's eyebrows, but seeing Qiao Zhihuan's eyelashes trembling slightly, and then rolled to the left, he couldn't help laughing.

"Forget it, I can't pretend anymore." Qiao Zhihuan opened his eyes, and his face was reflected in the clear pupils, "You don't kiss, and you don't come up, what are you looking at?"

The author has something to say: Thank you Weishang Youlan for the nutrient solution~