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"Mr. Zhang, we just called up the surveillance, and the prisoner's appearance was clearly captured on the surveillance."

After the recording ended, the host hurriedly found Zhang Qing.

"Really?" Duanmu Ruan and Zhang Qing exchanged glances, and hurriedly followed the host to the monitoring room.

A figure was clearly captured on the surveillance screen, but that person's face had nothing to do with Bai Yidong at all.

The program team didn't even report to the police, only sent two security guards, and soon found the boy in the surveillance.

After asking, I found out that the boy was a gangster on the street nearby. It is said that he got up early in the morning and had nothing to do. He sneaked into the recording site of the program group because he thought it was fun, and randomly destroyed someone's locker and smashed his guitar.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were recording such an important program." The gangster boy scratched the back of his head, "Please don't call the police, I will pay this little brother."

"How?" The director looked at Zhang Qing, "You see, he also admitted his mistake and agreed to pay compensation. This incident was an accident, or should it be like this?"

"An accident? You really dare to say it!" Mo Mao blurted out, "How can there be such a coincidence in the world? This is obviously..."

"Well, good." Zhang Qing interrupted him and nodded, "My agent will contact you, and then just transfer the compensation to my account."

"Oh, oh, good!"

Until returning to the dormitory, Mo Mao was still chanting indignantly.

"This is obviously Bai Yidong spending money to buy murder! He must have given that bastard a lot of money to kill someone with a borrowed knife!"

"Thank you, I'm still alive and well!" Zhang Qing slapped Mo Mao on the forehead, "Don't curse people casually."

"Is now the time to catch my language problem? The most important thing now is to get rid of that villain Bai Yidong... Hey, are you going back?" Mo Mao turned a corner in the middle of the sentence, because he noticed that Zhang Qing had already Started packing.

"Well, I still have something to do in Huaishui. If I don't hurry up, I won't be able to catch the plane." Zhang Qing said while tidying up.

"Ouch, ouch——" Mo Mao dragged out his voice teasingly, "Is there something wrong, or should I hurry to meet someone?"

Zhang Qing didn't answer his question, but asked back with arms crossed: "Speaking of which, you recorded the performance twice today, and ran to the auditorium after the recording. Did you see anyone?"

Mo Mao's face turned red immediately, "You don't prepare your own show, why are you just staring at others?"

"Listen, No.5 is still qualified to accuse No.1 of not preparing the program well." Zhang Qing smiled triumphantly, "Tell me, did you see someone you know?"

"No! I just misread it!" Mo Mao muttered angrily, "When I was on the stage, I thought that Cen Shang was sitting below. When I finished singing, I went down to look for it, but found that the seat was empty of."

Zhang Qing's smile turned into a stiff mouth twitch.

Cen Shang... Can you do it?

"Let's not talk about this, I'll help you pack together, and I'll take you downstairs later." Mo Mao actively helped Zhang Qing pack up together.

"Aren't you going?"

"I have to stay in the capital for a while longer." Mo Mao said with a lack of interest, "Who told me my dad is still here, I probably have to stay until the start of the promotion competition."

"Thank you." Zhang Qing patted Mo Mao on the shoulder and said sincerely.

"How is it? Have you packed it?" Duanmurou knocked on the door of their dormitory.

"Okay, let's go!" Zhang Qing picked up his luggage.

The three of them walked to the door of the dormitory, and by coincidence, they bumped into Bai Yidong who was coming towards him.

Or - looking at Bai Yidong's eyes, he is here waiting for Zhang Qing.

"What do you want to do again?" Zhang Qing stopped and looked at him coldly, "Forgive me, I don't bring any other instruments for you to smash."

"Aren't you going to finish this bastard thing?" Mo Mao scolded angrily, "If you dare to pester me any longer, we will call the police—"

Bai Yidong interrupted Mo Mao, without looking at him at all, "I already knew that you played the piano very well, amateur level 10, passed the exam in the second year of high school, right?"

Zhang Qing was startled and raised his head suddenly.

"I knew a long time ago that if your guitar is destroyed, you will choose the piano." Bai Yidong smiled, "Now your finale skills have been used up in the knockout round, congratulations on winning the championship. I don't know the next episode of the program , what surprises can you prepare for us?"

Zhang Qing didn't speak, but looked at Bai Yidong coldly.

"I'll see you in the promotion competition, Mr. Zhang." Bai Yidong whispered into Zhang Qing's ear, rubbed his shoulder and left.

"That bastard, he's quite smart." Duanmurou whispered angrily on the return plane.

"He can't get so far just by being lowly and selling his ass." Zhang Qingqing looked out the window with his cheeks in his hands, and the sea of ​​clouds rolled under their feet.

"I originally thought that he had always regarded you as an imaginary enemy for no reason, but now it seems that he may really have advanced vision." Duanmu Rou frowned.

"He decided long ago that I would one day get his share of the cake."

"Speaking of which, when did you meet him?"

"Before you became my manager, I participated in a variety show with him once." Zhang Qing thought for a while and said, "At that time, we were both little-known artists who had just debuted, and we participated in a variety show that no one watched. It’s a bad variety show, I forgot what that variety show was about.”

"And then?" Duanmurou became interested.

"At that time, in order to fight for the coffee position, a group of young artists beat their heads to the ground." Zhang Qing said, "Among them, Bai Yidong was the best at fighting, and he knocked everyone out."

"So he won the coffee spot on that show?"

"No. In the end, the program director felt that the internal struggle among the artists was too fierce, so he directly assigned the coffee spot to the designated contestant."

"Who?"

"Me." Zhang Qing scratched his head, "Thinking about it now, maybe I was too insignificant at the time. No one regarded me as a competitor, and I was safe and sound during the recording of the show."

Duanmurou was stunned for a moment, then laughed until tears came out.

"It turned out to be such a thing. No wonder Bai Yidong regards you as an old enemy. I feel sorry for him when I hear it."

Zhang Qing sighed, and leaned back, "Forgive me, I have never targeted him. It is his own dark mind and tricks."

As he said that, Zhang Qing lowered his voice, more like muttering to himself, "I really don't understand, is it worth selling your soul for something that you can't take with you in life?"

It was raining lightly in Huaishui today, and the plane landed in a mist of water.

A lot of people were crowded at the exit, and some people even held up a wooden sign with their name on it and shook it.Zhang Qing glanced at those wooden signs, and couldn't help but see Zhou Nanchen shaking the wooden signs vigorously in his head, and laughed out loud.

"Laughing so happily, are you talking bad things about me in your head?"

A familiar voice rang in his ears, and when he turned around, Zhou Nanchen was standing behind Zhang Qing.

"You—" Zhang Qing was speechless for a moment.

"Too surprised, speechless?"

"Why are you walking without a sound at all!" Zhang Qing said incredulously, "I've been looking ahead, wondering if I want a hug from a [-]-meter sprint."

Zhou Nanchen smiled and stretched out his arms, "It's not too late to embrace the zero-meter sprint."

Zhang Qing put the luggage on the ground, and rushed towards that embrace fiercely.

"Xiao Qing, you—" Duanmu Rou just followed up from behind, and she couldn't bear to look directly and turned her head away, "Oh, excuse me, excuse me."

Zhang Qing let go of his hand with a dry cough, while Zhou Nanchen turned to Duanmu Rou with open arms, "Sister Rou, do you want to hug one?"

"Since when did you learn to be so glib? Hurry up, unless you still want to attract paparazzi." Duanmurou patted Zhou Nanchen on the shoulder.

Although the paparazzi were not attracted this time, they were surrounded by fans.

Zhang Qing was a little surprised. Under such circumstances, he even had fans coming to pick him up.

The fan team is not big, only a dozen or so people, and there are no lights or light sticks in their hands. If they didn't take the initiative to surround them, Zhang Qing would never know that they were his fans.

Such a low-key fan didn't even attract the attention of other people at the airport.This kind of deliberate thoughtfulness moved Zhang Qing a little.

"Qingqing has worked hard!"

"Did the recording go well?"

"Did you eat on Qingqing Road? I made some small cakes, I wonder if you would like to try..."

"Thank you, thank you, keep it for yourself." Zhang Qing smiled flattered, "You have been waiting for a long time."

"Do not worry about it!"

"We're not tired!"

"Do you want to sign?" Zhang Qing reached into his pocket to touch the signature pen.

Unexpectedly, several girls looked at each other, and the leader shook his head.

"No need, let's go, Qingqing." The girl then lowered her voice, "The paparazzi will notice this after a while."

"...Thank you." Zhang Qing smiled gratefully at the girl and left quickly.

"Your fans are really sensible enough." Sitting in the car, Duanmurou said with some surprise.

"After this incident, many fans should have been wiped out, and those left behind are considered true love." Zhang Qing said in a low voice, "I know that many fans turned black and scolded me in private messages every day. It seems that some fan-turned-black organization has been established."

"It's really sick!" Duanmurou scolded, while preparing to close the car door.

"Hey, wait, Zhou Nanchen hasn't arrived yet."

Duanmurou looked out of the window and saw Zhou Nanchen trotting over.

"Why did you go, walking so slowly?" Zhang Qing closed the car door for him, and joked, "Could it be that you have suddenly become some kind of celebrity in the past two days since I haven't seen you, hiding in fear of being recognized? ?”

Zhou Nanchen was taken aback, with a strange look on his face.Before Zhang Qing could think about it carefully, the phone rang.

"Hey?"

"Qingqing! I heard that after recording your show, you have returned to Huaishui?"

It's Yin Ling.

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