The giant is me

No wonder he sometimes felt the familiarity with Mentor, Qi Che sincerely apologized: "I won't interfere with your mission again next time."

Tang Ying didn't stop, and continued to whisper to him and asked, "I've noticed that you care about Mentor before, so do you like this vest more or me?"

death problem.

Qi Che instantly realized the dilemma.

Seeing people in distress, Tang Ying was satisfied, and was about to distance herself when someone hugged her waist and kissed her.

At first Qi Che could be regarded as restrained, but after a while he gradually found his skills and was intoxicated by the pleasure of intertwining lips and teeth.

This trick was quite effective, and when the two separated, Tang Ying could only calm down and breathe slowly, and no longer had the mind to tease Lord Lord God.

At this time, the sound of the wind outside the energy protection cover gradually grew louder, and the extremely beautiful particle flow formed due to the unique local climate environment collided in the air, and brilliant and colorful colors emerged in the sky, just like a peerless painter who used the sky as a curtain Make a masterpiece.

Tang Ying stepped out of the tent, raised his head, and the wind blew his clothes rattlingly: "Actually, this is not an ordinary storm, is it? In fact, there have been many studies on the storm star, but even the top scientists have not done any research on it. The emergence of a phenomenon has come up with a hypothesis that is enough to convince other people in the scientific community, so many people have been chasing the storm on this planet, taking pictures of such colors with cameras, and monitoring the particles colliding with each other with cameras."

After becoming an S-class fast traveler, what he sees with his eyes is no longer the world of ordinary people.

Qi Che agreed with him: "Accurately speaking, this should be a kind of turbulence in time and space."

Tang Ying instantly understood what he meant: "It can also be considered as a place where the barrier of our world is missing, and it is also one of the doors for other universes to invade here."

"Based on the current situation, the door will close soon," Qi Che grabbed his hand, "Several studies invested by the military have shown that the storms of the storm star in recent years are declining, and one of them is It was your second brother who participated."

"Yes," Tang Ying nodded, "Second brother's recent research project is also closely related to space-time theory, and the recently constructed model is already very good."

When he said this, he was full of relief, but there was a little bit of reluctance in his eyes.

"How are you going to leave?" Qi Che asked warmly. As the main god, he naturally knew that the guide who assisted the Chosen One needed to leave at the right time.

"Maybe we have to find another chance. The eldest brother is more independent. Mr. J can leave calmly. The third brother is very foolish. I think we can get things done today." Tang Ying stretched out his hand to count, "The most difficult thing to deal with is the second elder brother."

He recalled the previous exchange, and laughed dryly: "Sometimes Mentor really doesn't behave like a human being, and the second brother is not easy to fool around, so we have to find a reasonable way to exit."

Qi Che pondered for a while: "We are still short of finding the last stowaway."

Tang Ying quickly understood what he meant: "The last person is by my second brother's side?"

"He hides better, and he is also a fast traveler who has gradually touched the power of rules." Qi Che held his hand, interlocking his fingers unconsciously, with a little apology in his tone, "I only found it now. "

"No wonder I didn't find out before," he mused. "But Mentor has a special status and has always been closely followed by the Imperial Security Department. Entering the Academy of Sciences under an alias is a great risk, and indeed he rarely communicates with other people."

Before their topic was over, there was a burst of cheers from a distance. In the brilliant light of the collision of particle streams, two figures were flying up and down in the air, like newly born butterflies with wings spread.

This can already be regarded as an extreme operation that only professional wingsuit pilots dare to challenge. It immediately aroused the interest of all the photographers present, and they began to take pictures frantically.

Qi Che frowned slightly, showing a worried look: "It's too dangerous to do this."

"Don't worry," Tang Ying pinned his brows to keep his brows from frowning, "Zhibai's physical fitness in this vest is much better than mine, but third brother is really scared right now."

Six hours ago, Tang Shan waited for his manager.

Today, he tied his long silver hair behind his back, and his light gray eyes looked over without emotion, instantly causing countless gasps of air to be heard all over his body.

Relying on his excellent appearance, Tang Shan has attracted the attention of many photographers. Even if he disguised himself later, he has received quite a few invitations to take pictures.

However, Zhibai inspired many photographers with a unique temperament. Many people immediately approached him with the mentality of seeing a muse, and then they were naturally indifferent by the other party's poisonous tongue and turned away thousands of miles away.

Tang Shan couldn't stop laughing at it, and couldn't help joking while sitting in the car: "Brother Bai, I think you can make your debut as a model. I don't know how many photographers and designers have loved you to death over the past few years!"

"Don't worry, there are quite a few directors who love my script to death." At this time, he is already a gold medal screenwriter in the industry, and he has written a hit one, and Zhibai, who is hard to find, replied calmly, "Sitting on a model is too tiring."

Tang Shan was about to say a few words, but Zhibai had already pulled out a stack of handouts from the space.

Looking at this familiar stack of papers, Tang Shan's eyelids twitched, and his hair stood on end. He instantly remembered the painful experience of being pressured by his own manager to do various homework over the past ten years.

He raised his hands and begged for mercy: "Don't worry, I haven't been lazy at all these days. After I received this role, I watched various related documents and documentaries. The notes I made already have 10,000+ words. , These days I have been communicating with the professionals next to me, and the interview draft is tens of thousands of words!"

"I know you can do these things well." Zhibai suddenly laughed.

Tang Shan was rarely praised by his strict manager, so he felt flattered for a moment: "Then this one?"

"Two are safety contracts, and some are the basic knowledge of wingsuit flying in storms." Zhibai replied.

Tang Shan had also received a movie related to wingsuit flying before, and he also went to take the relevant certificate. He knew the difficulty of flying in a storm clearly, and immediately got goosebumps: "Brother Bai! I took the exam. I can't do storm flight with my certificate, at least I have to have an S-class by my side..."

"I am, I will accompany you." Their family's omnipotent super agent said.

Tang Shan: ...

"Okay." He agreed timidly, if the blood veins were revealed, the two dog ears would probably stick to his forehead.

The wind gradually became stronger, and the two put on their equipment and stood at the take-off place they had already selected.

Listening to the wind blowing by his ears, Tang Shan couldn't help but take two steps back when he saw the brilliant brilliance emitted by the intense intersection of electron currents: "There is no scene of a storm flying in this movie, right?"

"When filming the first film, there was no scene of escaping from the fire." Zhibai calmly opened up old accounts.

When he was filming for the first time in order to enter the role, the stupid things Tang Shan did had already become the key point. Now that someone brought it up, his arrogance was lowered by three points.

"Actually, this can also explain the rhythm problem that you couldn't figure out before." Zhibai said suddenly.

As Tang Shan entered the Imperial Film Academy, after undergoing professional training, Zhibai seldom coached his acting skills like before. Most of the time, he would show off his rather powerful acting skills against him and help him hone his skills.

Tang Shan immediately pricked up his ears and listened patiently.

"Rhythm is an orderly arrangement, like the melody of music, like the process of gathering storms." He opened his mouth and flew into the air along the gradually rising wind.

Tang Shan followed. At this time, the noise was so loud that it was difficult to hear what the other party said. The two sides began to communicate through a special communication device: "However, I think these winds are chaotic and disorderly, including the scenes in our play. character emotions."

"You can experience it again." Zhibai replied, "The wind will become fierce soon."

The storm was like a huge beast that was released. After a short period of charging, it soon began to howl violently, tearing and destroying everything around it unscrupulously.

The difficulty of flying has also begun to increase. Fortunately, Tang Shan has been learning to fly for a long time, and his skills are solid. He quickly adjusted his body with the help of Zhibai, and no longer has the mind to think about other things. All his mind is relaxed On stabilizing one's own balance.

The torrential rain was pouring down at this moment, and occasionally a bolt of lightning tore through the sky, and extremely bright rays of light fell from their sides, and the invisible stream of particles collided in the air, dyeing large swathes of clouds into colors and printing them on their wingsuits , making them all like butterflies struggling in a storm.

For a moment, Tang Shan thought that he would be wiped out in this storm, and there were several times when Zhibai, who was always by his side, was also swallowed by the storm. However, every time he kept up with the changes of the storm , dance with the storm, and even conquer the storm.

The storm ceased.

Tang Shan leaned against the boulder on the top of the mountain, panting to recover his strength, Zhibai only had sweat on his forehead, and he couldn't see the previous difficulties at all.

At this time, there is a clear and clear blue between the sky and the earth, living on the top of the mountain, and you can see countless scenery below it at a glance.

Zhibai said, "How do you feel now?"

Tang Shan replied with a smile: "Very good, if I have a chance, I would like to try again."

"I think I may have realized what I still lack," he said. The talent of an actor allows him to blend into the world naturally. "What I have to do is to be like this process of conquering the storm. I want to To understand the rhythm of the whole story, I need to understand the rhythm of the characters, I have to use my own rhythm to resonate with them, and I also need to use my own rhythm to lead the audience in and go to the final ending."

"Very mysterious," Zhibai commented harshly as always, "If I were your acting tutor, I would give your thesis a score of 0."

Tang Shan immediately said: "Brother Bai!"

"However," Zhibai's voice changed, "As your friend, I think you can go further."

Tang Shan shook his head and laughed.

Up until this moment, he thought it was just part of the daily bickering with his manager.

Zhibai continued to drop another bomb: "I think, you already have the ability to go on alone in the next road."

Tang Shan:!

The wind blew up the man's long silver hair, making his expression hidden in the shadows: "I'm sorry, I need to resign as a manager."