After detonating the hot search

When Shen Huaijing replied the message, the phone vibrated, and Wen Nian's heart skipped a beat.

[Mr. Shen: Arrived at the dormitory? 】

Wen Nian replied with his back turned to Shen Han.

[Wen Nian: Here we are, it's been a while. 】

[Mr. Shen: Is vocal music class fun? 】

Wen Nian smiled.

The person on the other side of the screen didn't ask him why he was looking for him, it was obviously the first time chatting, but the tone seemed casual as if he had known him for a long time.

Wen Nian thought he would be nervous, but he didn't.

Replying "fun", Wen Nian lowered his eyes and continued typing.

——Did Mr. Shen watch the leading film?

delete.

——There is an entry called "a good year"...

delete.

——The program team may have bought some strange trending searches.

delete.

Before Wen Nian could find a suitable explanation, Shen Huaijing watched the prompt "the other party is typing" appear and disappear, disappear and appear again, and smiled.

[Mr. Shen: What's wrong? 】

Wen Nian: "..."

Wen Nian snapped his fingers, fearing that the hot search for "a good year" would ferment, so he finally typed.

[Wen Nian: The teacher probably doesn't know about the hot search, so maybe I need to troubleshoot it. 】

The moment he clicked send, Wen Nian's fingertips felt a little numb, and the thought of Shen Huaijing seeing those weird entries later made his numb even more.

But who knows, Shen Huaijing replied: "I know."

Wen Nian stopped completely.

Before he had time to think about what this "I know" meant, Shen Huaijing sent a second message.

[Ms. Shen: I see. 】

[Mr. Shen: Let the studio deal with it later. 】

There is only one word difference between "I know" and "I know", but the meaning is very different. Wen Nian heaved a sigh of relief.

Not long after, Fu Lin received the message that Shen Huaijing had withdrawn from the hot search.

Fu Lin's head was full of question marks: "Didn't you say before that you don't need to worry about it?"

Shen Huaijing looked at Wen Nian's last "good night" emoji and smiled.

"Scared the students." He said.

Fu Lin: "..."

When we came together the next day, Wen Nian opened the hot search and didn't see the entry of "a good year", so he was relieved and turned around to see the note Shen Han left for him: The assistant will be here later , don't run away by yourself.

Wen Nian didn't wait for the assistant that Shen Han said, but he did wait for a rain.

The rain was not too heavy, and the white wall of the villa not far away was already wet. Wen Nian looked at it from a distance, and was a little worried about the climbing vine rose on the wall, and didn't know if it would be knocked down.

Just as he was thinking, the villa doorbell rang.

A boy with glasses walked in.

He looked Wen Nian up and down without any trace, and then stretched out his hand: "Hello, Brother Han asked me to come."

Wen Nian paused, then shook his hand politely: "Hello."

"I'm a little older than you by two years, and it's not appropriate to call me anything else, so I'll call my name directly, don't you mind?" After asking, regardless of Wen Nian's answer, he continued: "By the way, my surname is Zhang. A single name with a word of sincerity."

"Honest Cheng, you can call me Brother Cheng."

Wen Nian frowned slightly.

The rain was getting heavier, and there was a sudden "beep" not far away, like the sound of a car horn.

"Here we come!" Xia Nan carried a bucket-like thermos and rushed straight down from the second floor, almost stepping over the last few steps, like following the wind.

When passing by Wen Nian's side, the gust of wind paused, threw the thermos cup over his shoulder, and asked Wen Nian, "Is this your assistant?"

Before Wen Nian answered, Zhang Cheng had already said, "Brother Han asked me to come."

The answer was so fast that he seemed afraid that others would misunderstand something, Xia Nan gave Zhang Cheng a strange look, bent over to tie his shoes: "Shen Han's assistant?"

Zhang Cheng nodded.

"There are people waiting outside, so let's not talk about it." Xia Nan didn't even look at Zhang Cheng, and said "fine" casually, and then smiled at Wen Nian: "If you still need an assistant, you can contact him." I said."

"There are quite a lot of people on my side."

Zhang Cheng: "..."

In the rain, a boy shouted "Brother Nan" and rushed over holding an umbrella. Xia Nan took the umbrella, turned around and waved to Wen Nian.

Wen Nian: "Let's go too."

"Okay." Zhang Cheng coughed, and after finishing speaking, he turned around and made a gesture to leave, without taking any steps, then turned back quickly: "Look at me, I came here in a hurry, I forgot my umbrella, and I only brought an umbrella with me." Bundle."

"Or? I'll go get another one."

He said "get it again", but his expression and tone did not seem to mean that he was going to get an umbrella.

"No, the program team has prepared ones here," Wen Nian took an umbrella from the program team's prepared umbrella bucket, "Let's go."

Under the rain curtain, Xia Nan and his assistant are walking out one after the other with an umbrella each. Xia Nan seems to be adjusting the chain around his neck, and the assistant is helping him hold the phone, and his assistant's voice can be heard from far away , Said: "Brother Nan, go back to the car and get your necklace again. Look, your shoulders are all wet."

Looking at Zhang Cheng, who was walking ahead and separated by a small distance of ten meters, Wen Nian looked away.

"This is your first time participating in a show?" Zhang Cheng took the lead in getting into the car, sat on the inside seat, and asked.

"Yeah." Wen Nian reached out his hand to shake off the rain from the umbrella outside the open car door.

Zhang Cheng was about to speak, but was interrupted by Wen Nian in advance: "Brother Cheng."

Zhang Cheng: "What's wrong?"

Wen Nian: "It's about four to ten minutes' drive from here to the building."

Zhang Cheng: "Almost, if there is anything you want to know, just say it."

"No," Wen Nian folded the umbrella at his feet, his voice was very cold, "I slept late last night, and I want to catch up on sleep in the car."

Zhang Cheng choked back abruptly, "...Okay, you go to sleep."

The driver looked in the rearview mirror and wanted to remind Wen Nian to lower the seat so that he could sleep better. Just as he was about to speak, Zhang Cheng waved his hand irritably to signal him to leave it alone.

The driver looked away resentfully.

He didn't know what Zhang Cheng was thinking, let the artists sit on the outside, and the windows on the inside were slit, so they wouldn't be afraid of catching a cold.

Wen Nian was woken up by the ringing of his mobile phone. He clicked on it and saw that he had just slept for 40 minutes, and the car had just arrived.

The ringtone was obviously not what Zhang Cheng expected.

"Why did you still set the alarm clock?" He squinted his eyes, looking at Wen Nian's delicate fingers, "Are you afraid I won't call you?"

The broken wind blowing in through the window made his whole face completely cold, Wen Nian turned off the alarm clock, regained consciousness, and frowned.

The phrase "I'm afraid I won't call you" was said too seriously, so serious that it didn't seem like a casual statement.

Wen Nian unbuckled his seat belt and only said, "It's a personal habit."

The rehearsal classroom on the [-]th floor is very spacious, there is more than enough room for one person, but there are not many students from Erxia.

"Just wait for the first group stage. The program group will arrange music and stage directors, and they will be in the practice room by then." The photographer said.

Wen Nian took a sip of water, moistened his throat, and remembered the agreement with the director.

The first group stage, it seems that he also recorded at that time.

The second day of practice passed safely, the experience was quite novel, but after returning to the villa, Shen Han asked him "how is the assistant?" Wen Nian couldn't tell, but apart from his own intuition, Zhang Cheng was well-behaved and did nothing.

Shen Han: "Zhang Cheng is the most lively one in my team, if you have anything to do, just manage and arrange for him."

Seeing Shen Han's excited appearance, Wen Nian didn't speak.

The next day, when Wen Nianyi got up early, the villa was already half empty.

"Everyone's rehearsal time is relatively tight, and they were arrested early in the morning to practice." Xu Yixin was about to leave, when he saw Wen Nian, he stopped and explained, and he didn't forget to ask him to put breakfast in the kitchen.

After Wen Nian finished his breakfast, he sat on the sofa and picked out a book to read.

8 o'clock, 8:9 o'clock, [-] o'clock... One and a half hours after the appointed time, the doorbell rang at the door. Zhang Cheng was late and did not answer the phone during the period.

"Sorry, it's raining today, the traffic on the road is too congested, and I came here after taking several detours. As soon as the car stopped, I ran over."

Wen Nian just looked at him quietly.

Seen by such a pair of eyes, Zhang Cheng thought for a moment that he had revealed his secrets.

He did it on purpose.

I got up late on purpose, and didn't reply to messages on purpose during the period.

On the way here, he even made up the words, so he spoke in a hurry, and he didn't bother to bring his mobile phone, but different from what he expected, Wen Nian didn't ask anything, just leaned over to hold the umbrella, his voice Calm: "Let's go."

Zhang Cheng frowned, followed Wen Nian, and walked out.

The car drove all the way to the building.

"What do you want for lunch?" Zhang Cheng didn't want to ask at first, but after all, he was still Wen Nian's assistant in name, but he didn't want to take on this job either, so he asked speciously, "Would you like...to give it to you?"

"Don't worry, there is a cafeteria."

Zhang Cheng nodded quickly: "OK."

Wen Nian got out of the car directly, and the squeaking sound of the door rails being rubbed was amplified by the underground parking lot, making it a bit harsh.

He took a step, stopped suddenly, and turned around.

Zhang Cheng didn't expect Wen Nian to turn around suddenly, and hurriedly suppressed the displeasure in his eyes.

Wen Nian stood there sideways.

Perhaps the light was too poor, and the whole body seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost.

"If you're not free, you can actually go about your own business." Wen Qing said in a young voice.

Zhang Cheng was silent for a moment, as if a ball of cotton had been stuffed in his throat, he swallowed the "cotton" forcefully, and said with a dry smile, "How can that be, I am your assistant now, of course my job is to cooperate with you."

Wen Nian looked up at him, making him break out in a cold sweat for no reason.

"That's hard work."

Wen Nian's figure disappeared at the end of the corner, and Zhang Cheng slammed the car door hard.

Who does Wen Nian think he is?Dare to throw face at him.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Wen Nian was still in the practice room when he received a call from Zhang Cheng. The two of them didn't say a few words when Zhang Cheng got a call. Wen Nian didn't care and hung up the phone.

——"I'm in the basement of the TV station's headquarters building."

Fu Lin was looking for a document that Shen Huaijing needed in the car, and before he got out of the car, he heard this sentence.

He turned his head to look over, and saw a young man on the phone not far away. It may be late, and there are not many cars in the parking lot, so he has no scruples, and the voice is a bit loud.

Fu Lin ignored it, found the document, and was about to open the door.

——"Don't look for me these days, it's annoying, the manager suddenly asked me to serve this Wen Nian, saying that Brother Han sent me here."

Fu Lin paused, put down the documents, and lowered the car window by half.

Without a layer of blocking, the sound is clearer.

"Do you really think I'm here to serve him? You don't know why he and Brother Han are having a holiday. How could you send me to Assistant Wen Nian? You treat it as charity."

The man held the phone in one hand, kicked the rubber stopper next to his feet, and sneered: "The leading film is just a matter of editing. The camera is on, so Brother Han naturally can't show it."

"Didn't you see when the trailer came out, what did Brother Han and the others say on the Internet? Except for Wen Nian, who was not scolded, and he was the one who was the most popular when he came out last. Are you happy that you are Brother Han?"

Fu Lin frowned even deeper.

The man seemed to realize that his voice was a bit loud, half-covering the receiver of his mobile phone, he leaned behind a pillar beside him, and after confirming that there was no one around, he continued: "Don't worry, I know how to measure, wait for me to get acquainted, and make some words." , record some sound, and the matter will be over."

"Okay, don't talk about it, I'll finish work early and I'll go back to sleep early."

After the man hung up the phone, he smoked another cigarette, took a few quick puffs, stamped out the cigarette under his feet, and walked aside.

Fu Lin pressed the recording stop button, had a headache for a while, and called Shen Huaijing.

"where?"

"Jiangbei."

"Where is Erxia's villa?"

"Ah."

Fu Lin was silent for a moment.

"Do you know that Xiaohan found an assistant for Wen Nian?"

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Shen Han: I am %￥#@!

Manager Fu is going to take on a big job for himself.