I thought I was the first gourd in the camp

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Zhi supported the door frame with one hand, and looked at Lu Zhaomian with slightly lowered eyes.

Zhuang Zhi should be going to take a bath, with a light gray towel on his shoulder.

Lu Zhaomian's eyes turned around Zhuang Zhi's shoulders, hesitated for a moment, and felt that the timing of her visit was not right.

Following Lu Zhaomian's gaze, Zhuang Zhi glanced at his shoulder, as if he had guessed something, reached out and tore off the towel, knocked on the door with his knuckles, and said, "Come in first."

"Oh."

Lu Zhaomian nodded obediently, followed Zhuang Zhi into the door and closed the door familiarly.

Zhuang Zhi noticed Lu Zhaomian's movement and glanced back.

"Come to borrow your phone?" Zhuang Zhi ignored Lu Zhaomian and bent over to pack his clothes.

Lu Zhaomian's eyes widened, "How do you know?"

"The second episode will be aired today?" Zhuang Zhi packed up his things and turned to look at Lu Zhaomian. He raised his chin towards the head of the bed and said, "Where is the phone, the password is 0528."

For a moment, Lu Zhaomian didn't know whether to lament that Zhuang Zhi understood him, or whether Zhuang Zhi was defenseless against him.

After Zhuang Zhi finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to go out.

"Aren't you going to watch it with me?" Lu Zhaomian's brain couldn't keep up with his mouth, and before Lu Zhaomian could react, the words had already come out of his mouth.

accompany me?

Zhuang Zhi's attention stayed on these two words for two more seconds, and the brows slightly moved.

"No, I'm going to take a shower." Zhuang Zhi pursed his lips, and then added, "Look for yourself first."

Lu Zhaomian swears.

He definitely saw Zhuang Zhi smiling.

Lu Zhaomian was so embarrassed that she couldn't understand why she suddenly asked that sentence.

Lu Zhaomian hurriedly ran to get the phone, lowered her head to unlock it, searched for videos, all in one go, trying to ease the embarrassment by doing something else.

Class A's dormitory is a double room, and Zhuang Zhi's dormitory has an empty bed.

Lu Zhaomian glanced at Zhuang Zhi's neatly made bed, she didn't have the nerve to sit down directly, instead she scanned the room, preparing to sit down on the unmade bed.

"Sit on my bed."

Zhuang Zhi glanced at Lu Zhaomian, closed the door after saying four words, and isolated Lu Zhaomian's reply in the room.

"Oh."

Lu Zhaomian sat down, clicked on the video and wandered for a long time, suddenly felt that she might really not reject others.

Lu Zhaomian stared at the phone screen for a long time, reached out and pulled back the progress bar, and pulled it directly to the place where Zhuang Zhi's group played at the end. When Lu Zhaomian saw Zhuang Zhi's face appear on the screen, Lu Zhaomian suddenly and A thought flashed through.

It seems that he just won't reject Zhuang Zhi.

Lu Zhaomian felt that there was something wrong with him, and he couldn't think about what was wrong.

Lu Zhaomian forcibly focused on the phone screen.

Zhuang Zhi is already performing.

Zhuang Zhi on the screen is not as impactful as seen on the spot. His shots are cut into pieces, and the occasional close-up shots are just a hasty glance.

Lu Zhaomian frowned, and looked back patiently.

There was not much left on the progress bar, so Lu Zhaomian pulled the progress bar forward after seeing the instructor standing on the stage, to make sure that he did not miss any section.

His chorus with Zhuang Zhi was cut.

Lu Zhaomian turned off the screen of her phone, and sat on the bed in a daze for a long time.

why?

Just as Zhuang Zhi pushed open the door, he happened to meet Lu Zhaomian's confused eyes.

"?" Zhuang Zhi hesitated for a moment, and asked after a while, "What's wrong?"

Lu Zhaomian woke up, subconsciously concealed the matter, "It's okay."

Zhuang Zhi's eyes turned around Lu Zhaomian's face, obviously not believing it.

After Zhuang Zhi came back, Lu Zhaomian stood up from the bed, seeing Zhuang Zhi's eyes on her, she felt a little nervous, and tightened her hand holding the phone.

Zhuang Zhi looked down at Lu Zhaomian's hand holding the phone.

"Why didn't you dry your hair?" After Lu Zhaomian noticed that Zhuang Zhi was staring at the phone, she secretly moved the phone back, and quickly changed the subject.

Zhuang Zhi's hair was wet with water, and the remaining water droplets fell on the shoulders along the hair, and the light-colored T-shirt was darkened.

Seeing that Lu Zhaomian didn't want to mention the topic just now, Zhuang Zhi didn't force it, and followed Lu Zhaomian's words, "There is a hair dryer."

"Oh."

Lu Zhaomian nodded to express her understanding, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Zhuang Zhi's wet pupils staring at her tightly.

Lu Zhaomian asked hesitantly, "Shall I blow it for you?"

Zhuang Zhi gave way to Lu Zhaomian, handed the hair dryer to Lu Zhaomian, and took the mobile phone from him.

Lu Zhaomian couldn't dodge it in time, watched Zhuang Zhi unlock the phone, and hurriedly leaned over to take a look.

Without hesitation, Zhuang Zhi signed in on Lu Zhaomian's Chaochao, and then continued to brush Chaohua under Lu Zhaomian's gaze.

Lu Zhaomian glanced at the sign-in days at the top, then glanced down at Zhuang Zhi's side face, her expression was a little unclear.

Zhuang Zhi didn't miss a day.

Drying hair is really boring, Lu Zhaomian couldn't hold back and followed Zhuang Zhi to look at her own hair.

Chaohua was full of rainbow farts blowing Lu Zhaomian's farts. Lu Zhaomian didn't have the nerve to read on, silently retracted her head, adjusted her posture quietly to ensure that she would not see the phone screen, and then began to focus on blowing Zhuang Zhi's farts. hair.

Zhuang Zhi has a lot of hair, black and soft. When the hair passes through the fingers, it is like a goldfish sliding along the fingertips. It is cool, and the moment it touches the fingers, it is a little numb.

Lu Zhaomian lost his mind again.

Why did the director cut the battle between him and Zhuang Zhi?

"Lu Zhaomian."

Zhuang Zhi reached out and grabbed Lu Zhaomian's wrist, pulling the hair dryer a little further.

Zhuang Zhi's hand seemed to be cold all the time, when he grabbed Lu Zhaomian's wrist, Lu Zhaomian was instantly awakened by the cold.

"What are you thinking?"

Zhuang Zhi turned sideways, still holding Lu Zhaomian's wrist.

For the convenience of drying her hair, Lu Zhaomian knelt and sat on the bed. Because of her posture, Lu Zhaomian experienced the feeling of looking down on Zhuang Zhi for the first time.

Zhuang Zhi frowned, his expression was more puzzled than unhappy.

Lu Zhaomian glanced at the hair dryer in her hand, and said hesitantly, "I was wondering, is the hair dryer considered an illegal electrical appliance?"

Zhuang Zhi: "..."

Lu Zhaomian was "driven" out by Zhuang Zhi with a hair dryer.

When Lu Zhaomian returned to the dormitory, the door was wide open, Mo Tingxing was not in the dormitory, and He Simeng was throwing herself on Mo Tingxing's bed playing with her mobile phone.

After hearing the movement outside the door, He Simeng looked back, and when he found that it was Lu Zhaomian, his eyes lit up, and he was about to pounce on him again out of habit.

Lu Zhaomian took a step back vigilantly, already touching the doorknob.

He Simeng stopped the car suddenly, with an aggrieved expression on his face, "Brother, do you dislike me so much now?"

"No." Lu Zhaomian realized that her reaction was a bit too much, and moved her hand from the door in embarrassment.

He Simeng didn't want to bring up this sad topic again, so he let Lu Zhaomian in sideways, and after seeing the hair dryer in Lu Zhaomian's hand, he asked curiously, "Where did you get the hair dryer?"

Lu Zhaomian put the hair dryer into the bedside table and replied, "Zhuang Zhi's."

It's Zhuang Zhi again.

He Simeng glanced quietly at the closed drawer, and said, "Hair dryer, illegal electrical appliances."

Lu Zhaomian couldn't help laughing.

He Simeng: "???"

He Simeng didn't understand Lu Zhaomian's joke, and after watching Lu Zhaomian giggling for a long time, he still couldn't help interrupting him.

"Brother, be careful, don't ruin your design." He Simeng reminded.

"Huh?" Lu Zhaomian turned to look at him, "What kind of character?"

"Any other character designs." He Simeng came over and handed the phone in front of him, motioning him to look at the phone, "Your pumpkin character."

The mobile phone interface is one that Lu Zhaomian is familiar with.

After all, he just watched it 5 minutes ago.

It's his talk.

Lu Zhaomian glanced at the sign-in days above, and suddenly raised her eyes to He Simeng, with a strange expression on her face.

"Why?" He Simeng lowered his head and met Lu Zhaomian's gaze, "Look at me like this."

Lu Zhaomian blinked, and asked Zhuang Zhi what she was embarrassed to ask, "I'm just curious, why do you sign in every day."

"Hey, there are only two reasons. One is because I like you, so I sign in to your super chat every day, and the other is like me, simple obsessive-compulsive disorder, and it will be very uncomfortable if I miss a day." He Simeng explained road.

like?OCD?

Lu Zhaomian subconsciously reasoned with Zhuang Zhi.

"Oh, no." He Simeng narrowed his eyes, "Why are you talking about you? Who else but me?"

Lu Zhaomian reacted quickly, pointed to the phone, and said, "My fans."

He Simeng glanced at the screen of the phone suspiciously, a little dubious, his intuition was not quite right.

"You haven't finished your sentence yet, my character design?" Lu Zhaomian looked down at the phone as if nothing had happened. Seeing that He Simeng hadn't spoken, she looked up at him again, her clear eyes were full of innocence.

He Simeng: "..."

He Simeng gave up and no longer clung to this problem.

"The program group is enough of a capitalist. I have taken a fancy to your pumpkin character design. Now I am marketing here. I have bought several of them just because of the hot searches on Weibo."

"As soon as the second episode aired, the fans were stunned. Your cp talk is very lively now." He Simeng touched Lu Zhaomian's head with a dissatisfied expression, "You may not believe it, That sympathetic Li Han and your CP rank first among all your CPs."

Lu Zhaomian: "Huh?"

He Simeng gritted her teeth, clicked a video for Lu Zhaomian, and cursed: "That's also a bad cut by the program group, deliberately cut you together to make it hot."

Lu Zhaomian looked down at the video.

The video cut out by the program group is indeed different from the original process.

The program team cut all the shots of Li Han and Lu Zhaomian together, including the interview later. Originally, Lu Zhaomian was second to last, but he was placed behind Li Han.

After Li Han shyly replied that the person he was most impressed with was Lu Zhaomian, the next scene showed Lu Zhaomian smiling with her lips pursed.

Lu Zhaomian looked at it for a while, and admitted that she was indeed shocked.

"Damn, the program team is also a cow, it really sucks sugar from the shit, and you can turn a roll of your eyes into a wink." He Simeng complained.

Lu Zhaomian returned the phone to He Simeng, paused when He Simeng mentioned the editing of the program group, and asked hesitantly, "Why are the scenes of some contestants cut off?"

Zhuang Zhi could no longer say that only the scenes were cut, even the performances were cut into pieces.

He Simeng took the phone and replied casually: "Either there is no capital behind it, personal ability is not good, the program group cannot see the benefits, or it offended someone and was blasted."

Lu Zhaomian was stunned.

Explosion-proof?

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Xiao Zhuang: Do you think I like you or obsessive-compulsive disorder because I keep checking in on super chat?

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