When the blood race wears Omega

"This..." Xiao Tang smiled embarrassingly, "When I went out to buy books, I couldn't find a place, so I just bought some on the side of the road. Later, Teacher Jin saw it and thought it was in the hotel. Yes, just let the hotel staff take it away."

"It's fine, what do you do with it?"

"Teacher Jin said that if you see a book whose cover can be printed incorrectly, I don't know what kind of trouble it will cause."

It turned out that something went wrong last night because he read the book itself wrong.

Thinking of the vows she had made before with Jin, Yin Ran wished she could slam her head on the bed to death.

Only then did Jin Xingzhi remember that when he was in the crew hotel, he did see a row of books on the bookshelf.Because of the obvious printing error on the book cover, he could tell at a glance that it was a pirated book, and he vaguely remembered the contents of a folded page in one of the fallen books.

It turned out that Yin Ran asked Xiao Tang to buy the book.

When things were connected in series, Jin Xingzhi wanted to understand why Yin Ran could accept the identity of Omega so quickly, and why he was able to perform the actions of last night with confidence.

Jin Xingzhi sighed deeply and walked into the ward.

Seeing Jin Xingzhi, Xiao Tang turned around and glanced at his watch again: "Teacher Jin, just to remind you, you still have an offline advertising campaign this afternoon."

Jin Xingzhi nodded: "Then please prepare first, I will have a few words with him alone."

As soon as Xiao Tang left, Jin Xingzhi pulled a stool and sat beside Yin Ran.

Before he could sit still, Yin Ran asked softly, "Did you hear that?"

Jin Xingzhi nodded without hesitation: "So, if you want to know anything in the future, just ask me, don't be smart. Maybe there is no bloody storm like yours here, but people's energy is not on worrying about their lives, but on other places .No matter how smart you are, it’s hard not to suffer from not being familiar with the rules of the world.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he was "affirmed" by Yin Ran. Yin Ran got up slightly from the head of the bed he leaned on: "Then teach me, how can I sleep with you?"

"..." Jin Xingzhi's voice cooled down, "Subjectively unwilling, objectively impossible."

"What if I let you sleep with me?"

The tense muscles at the corners of Jin Xingzhi's mouth loosened suddenly because of his defense, and the answer was choked in his throat.

Seeing Jin Xingzhi stop, Yin Ran frowned: "In this way, you are actually not dissatisfied with me."

After being stuck for a few more seconds, Jin Xingzhi squeezed out a sentence from his choked throat: "This is your misinterpretation."

Yin Ran continued to induce: "You never thought about—"

Jin Xingzhi interrupted Yin Ran: "No matter what you want to say, I have never thought about it. Just continue to dream here."

He picked up the clothes on the back of the chair, got up and left.

Just as Jin Xingzhi took two steps, he suddenly turned back and walked to Yin Ran's bed.

Unsurprisingly, Yin Ran raised his eyebrows at him: "Thinking about it?"

Jin Xingzhi grabbed Yin Ran's wrist expressionlessly, and swept him around randomly, seeing that his expression didn't change before leaving in peace.

"If your body hurts, give me..." Thinking of the work this afternoon, Jin Xingzhi changed his words again, "Call Xiao Tang."

The door of the ward was closed again, leaving loneliness to the people in the room.

Yin Ran loosened her wrist and smiled lazily.

Jin Xingzhi, why is your concern always so...ingenious?

·

This is the first offline brand meeting event of Jin Xingzhi this year. It was originally arranged before the concert, but it was forced to cancel because the scene was too out of control.

When he got off the car from the outside of the shopping mall, looking at the crowd on the third floor and the third floor outside, he had already foreseen the difficulty of today's security work.

After several hours of preparation, Jin Xingzhi appeared in front of the brand's store.

The scene boiled instantly, and the screams were muffled by the noise of the crowd, and their sharpness was cut.

Before going on stage, he only put on a light makeup, in order to facilitate the on-site makeup and enhance the marketing effect.

Jin Xingzhi sat on the high stool and closed his eyes.

The sound of taking pictures came and went, and the surrounding noise became clearer because his eyes were closed.

Following the make-up rhythm of the makeup artist, Jin Xingzhi slightly raised his eyelids, but found a person behaving strangely right in front of his vision.

The figure disappeared into the crowd in just a flash, but Jin Xingzhi firmly believed that he was right.

While maintaining a smile, he tried to find the person, but the crowd gave the person the best cover, and the search was fruitless, so he had to continue with the process.

"Now, please ask our Jin Xingzhi to sign on the white paper with our XX lipstick. This autograph will be given to everyone as a prize at the end of the event."

For a moment, fans' emotions were running high.

Jin Xingzhi took the lipstick handed over by the host, and signed his name on the white paper with the lipstick.

It wasn't until he finished signing that he suddenly discovered that the traces left on his wrist last night were exposed to the camera.

Jin Xingzhi withdrew his hand naturally, trying not to show any abnormalities.

He knew that the red mark on his wrist must have been captured by the camera, but fortunately, the cuffs of the clothes were tight enough, even if it was exposed, it shouldn't be too much.He just hopes that fans can look at his photos without a magnifying glass, which will save a lot of trouble.

But in fact, fans looked at his live replays with a microscope.

After the event, someone first discovered the wound under his cuff, and then through various photo hue adjustments, he traced the wound under his sleeve together.

Looking at the entry of #津行志手红红# on the hot search list, Jin Xingzhi fell into deep thought.

A call from an agent followed.

Looking at the passing scenery outside the car window, Jin Xingzhi calmed down and answered the phone.

"I have something to discuss with you."

Judging from the tone of voice, it doesn't seem like asking a teacher for a crime.He gave a soft "um" and continued to wait for the manager's words.

"Did you see your schedule to go to the reality show after you left the group?" the manager said, "The program group called me today and said they want Yin Ran to be with you."

Jin Xingzhi squeezed the hand between his eyebrows, and was about to refuse, but found that he had no position.

He licked the tip of his teeth: "The company means that he also wants to go, so what if I don't agree?"

There was no sound from the phone.

After a while, the manager was puzzled: "I've tried it, and I know how unstable Yin Ran's situation is than anyone else. But this is the company's decision, and I can't refute it."

"I see." Jin Xingzhi was about to hang up the phone, when he remembered the trending search, he added, "Don't take the things on the trending search seriously."

When Jin Xingzhi rushed back to the ward, Yin Ran was preparing to eat the dinner prepared by the hospital for the patients.

Seeing Jin Xingzhi coming back, Yin Ran put down the spoon.

Jin Xingzhi heard some noise coming from Yin Ran's side, and when he got closer, he realized that he was actually watching the replay of his afternoon live broadcast.

Thinking of the hot searches that appeared because of this event, Jin Xingzhi turned off his phone annoyedly and put it aside.

"I can't see you in real life, so am I not allowed to watch your videos?"

Jin Xingzhi's mind is full of reality show matters, and he doesn't want to argue with him at all.

Seeing that Jin Xingzhi was not very interested in this topic, Yin Ran turned and said, "You said in the morning that you would consider helping, how are you thinking now?"

After being annoyed by such a mess all day, Jin Xingzhi almost forgot that there was such a thing.

He raised his breath: "You haven't found out why you vomited blood, so you still have time to think about it?"

"Otherwise what should I think?"

This rhetorical question turned around in his head, leaving Jin Xingzhi speechless for a moment.

The current Yin Ran is not the original "Yin Ran", and he came here in a daze, so he should find various ways to go back.

Now that I have found a breakthrough in myself, I should naturally think about this.

Thoughts wandered here, those sporadic memories of Yin Ran's childhood emerged in Jin Xingzhi's mind.

Thinking of those fragile yet tenacious eyes, Jin Xingzhi's heart ached.

He no longer has a home, but Yin Ran still has one.

No matter what kind of land filled with gunpowder smoke and full of fighting and conquest, it is Yin Ran's homeland after all.

But now, Yin Ran's hope of going back is all on her.

People like Yin Ran never show weakness to others. Even if he knows that he is soft-hearted and knows that he will help him if he just says "I want to go home" to himself, Yin Ran never used.

Even though my mind was disturbed by the silver bell this morning, I just said "Help me" forcefully.

This kind of Yin Ran really resembles himself.

With complicated emotions hanging in his heart, he lightly raised his eyes and looked at Yin Ran.

After a while, Yin Ran raised her eyebrows: "Why are you looking at me like this? Pity me? I—"

Jin Xingzhi raised his voice, choking back Yin Ran's pretentiousness that was about to blurt out.

"Is it just me who can help you?"

Is it just him?Yin Ran asked herself again.

In his current situation, it was impossible to test whether exposure to other people would have the same effect.

Even if he could, he was unwilling to give a single bit of trust to others.

Even if other people could, Jin Xingzhi was the only one he wanted to choose.

He raised his eyes and looked at Jin Xingzhi without emotion: "Yes, only you."

That kind of look is like a dangerous animal calling for help, with a hint of pity and expectation.

Jin Xingzhi always felt that there was something else hidden in the phrase "Only you", he lowered his eyes, as if he had finally made a decision.

"I'll give you three months."