It's senior, your voice is so nice

What Shan Zechuan didn't say was that he quietly recorded the whole process of their play.

After they finished talking, Zhenmu dialed him a few words casually, then yawned and told Shan Zechuan that he was going to sleep.When Shan Zechuan was about to say "Goodbye, senior", Zhen Mu added as if thinking of something: "Oh yes, I will be back on Sunday, and things are going well here."

Sunday? !

Shan Zechuan hastily checked the calendar - today is Tuesday, that is to say, Zhenmu will be back in five days.

He was about to ask "Can I come pick you up", but the other side had already said, "Would you like to come pick me up, let's have a meal together... I want to thank the senior for his guidance?"

"Okay! No problem!" Shan Zechuan said immediately, as if he was afraid that Zhenmu would regret it, "Then senior, tell me about the flight..."

Zhen Muyue was really sleepy, so he hung up the video without saying anything more.

The earphones suddenly fell silent, Shan Zechuan was stunned for a few seconds, and then smirked at the screen.It took a while before he clicked on the recording just now, dragging the progress bar back and forth to listen to the two scenes just now.But he didn't want to satisfy his "selfish desire", but wanted to grasp the feeling more accurately.

He is the one who has been exclusively coached one-on-one by Senior Zhenmu, so he must live up to expectations tomorrow!

-

It was only after recording the entire R18 in the recording studio that Shan Zechuan realized how tiring he was from the service.He was out of breath when Director Fang called the card, and he couldn't even find the strength to ask the director what happened just now.

When he saw Zhenmu panting in the video, he already had a vague feeling, but he didn't expect to be so tired. This is a physical effort!

Fortunately—"Xiao Dan, you are such a treasure, you performed really well today!!"

Shan Zechuan pulled the corner of his mouth weakly, and smiled to express his gratitude.And Mai Shu, who was next to him, followed the director and praised again and again: "Brother Shan, you are really amazing. If it were me, I would definitely not be able to do it. It is so difficult to be enslaved..."

"No, no, you can definitely do well..." Shan Zechuan was smug in his heart while saying polite words.He even couldn't wait to hear the finished product, if it performed well, should he also show it to Zhenmu.

Ah, just thinking about it makes him shy.

The plot of "Anoxia" is relatively short, and the content of the entire comic book is only this issue.The follow-up recording work Shan Zechuan seemed to be on the hook, the more recordings the better, Director Fang was so satisfied that the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes burst out of laughter.

Next, Shan Zechuan had a half-month rest time, and after the rest, he would start to run around and get busy.

But it's a rest, he still has to go to a part-time job to do a good job before resigning.

Shan Zechuan was thinking about Sunday all the time, on Sunday he would be able to see Zhenmu.He and Zhenmu didn't meet every day before, and the number of times they actually met was only a few times... But this is different from before, once there is expectation, the joy when it is realized will be doubled.

That morning, he received a text message from Zhenmu, saying that the ticket had been booked and he would arrive at ten o'clock in the evening.Shan Zechuan was so excited that he immediately replied "I will pick up senior on time"; but after the text message was sent, Shan Zechuan's heart sank again - he had to go to the part-time job today to be on the night shift. From midnight to twelve o'clock.

Shan Zechuan thought that Zhenmu would arrive at noon or in the afternoon, but he could find an excuse to come there later, after all, the busiest time of Qingba is at night.

He hurriedly called the boss to ask for leave, but what he got was the boss' embarrassment: "But someone has already asked for leave today, and it was agreed two days ago. If you don't come today, there are not enough people in the store..."

"Then can I leave early..." Shan Zechuan said, "I really have something important to do, I'm really sorry..."

He has always been diligent and serious in his work. The boss likes him very much.Hearing what he said, the boss pondered for a while and then said: "Well, if the store is not busy tonight, you can leave earlier, do you think it's okay?"

"...That's the only way to go, thank you boss..."

The blame can only be blamed on him taking it for granted. If he had known this was the case, he might as well have discussed it with his colleagues two days in advance to free up time.

Now Shan Zechuan only hopes that the store will not be busy.

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night.

Shan Zechuan was wearing the uniform of the store, and he couldn't help but look at the time when he was free.It takes at least four or ten minutes to get from him to the airport, which means he has to leave at nine o'clock; and now it's just after eight o'clock, as if God didn't let him pick up the airport, and the business in the store is busier than usual a bit.

As the boss said, a bit overwhelmed.

He was checking the time with his mobile phone, when he hurriedly rang the bell twice at the water bar, he raised his voice and said, "Table B7 is ready!!"

Shan Zechuan hurriedly stuffed his phone back into his apron pocket, and quickly walked over there: "I'll come!"

The female singer in the bar is sitting in front of the microphone in the corner, singing. The guests in the hall are drinking, or listening to the singing of the female singer in a good mood, saying a few words from time to time; or drinking in a depressed mood. , pour bitter water with friends.

He was serving drinks to the guests with a tray, and as the time passed, he became more and more anxious.

If he can't leave at nine o'clock, then he has to send a message to tell Zhenmu so that he won't wait at the airport.

"Brother Chuan, help me watch the stage here! I have a bit of diarrhea, let me do something..." But it happened to be the busiest time, and the colleague added fuel to the fire.

"Okay..." Shan Zechuan nodded in agreement and took his place.

The more you are in a hurry, the faster time passes, and it will be nine o'clock soon.

Shan Zechuan held his mobile phone and watched the time on the screen slowly change from "21:00" to "21:01".He looked up at the store again, there were still a lot of customers, and it would not decrease anytime soon.Shan Zechuan sighed quietly amidst the sound of the music, and still sent a message to Zhenmu.

"Shan Zechuan": I'm sorry senior, I can't pick you up today...

After this text message was sent, Shan Zechuan was overwhelmed by loss and couldn't lift his head.The customer next to him was still talking, and happened to order again, and forced him out of his frustration: "One more dozen of these!"

"Okay, wait a minute!"

Zhen Muyue had already boarded the plane, but Shan Zechuan's text message has not been answered for a long time.And the store was getting more and more people, almost full of customers. It would be lucky to get off work at twelve o'clock tonight. According to this posture, he might be busy until one or two o'clock in the morning.

He was busy like a spinning top in the store, and when he finally got a chance to catch his breath and look at his phone, it was already past ten o'clock.

There was Zhenmu's reply on the screen: It's okay, then I'm going home.

"Shan Zechuan": Okay, good night, senior.

"Brother Chuan, please send this to C9!" the colleague said, "No one is watching over there... Please help me to take a look, and leave it to me here!"

"okay……"

Shan Zechuan took the ice bucket and foreign wine from his colleague and walked over there. C9 was in the corner of the store, and the lights were also the darkest. Compared with other places, it looked like a private seat.Shan Zechuan walked to the table and said, "Excuse me, serve the wine", and then began to skillfully open it, ready to serve the drink.

Unexpectedly, the guest stretched out his hand to stop him: "No need to pay... hiccup... let it go..."

I've already drunk it like this, so I don't need to change it?Shan Zechuan only dared to complain in his heart, but put down his hands as he said on the face: "Use it slowly."

He was standing not far from this table, waiting for customers to order or other services at any time.

But just as Shan Zechuan stood where he was supposed to be, he belatedly realized that the voice just now was a bit familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.He couldn't help but quietly glanced over there. In the dim light, the side face of the man could not be seen clearly, but the voice was very recognizable, especially clear in the surrounding voices and music. .

"...It's just a pity that the food is tasteless and it's a pity to discard it. What can I do? I don't think it's interesting when we are together, but I still feel a little... reluctant, reluctant..."

What his friend said again, Shan Zechuan didn't hear clearly, the man went on to say: "True Mu him... Anyway, it's not worth it now, besides, he is not as famous as me now, he is going to a high place... Xi If you don't like it, it doesn't make any sense."

Before, Shan Zechuan wanted to find out who the owner of this voice was from his memory, but now the answer has been revealed-this is probably Yuanjia Road Narrow, and it was Lin Changxu who was sitting there drunk and talking to his friends.

And Lin Changxu is still talking bad things about Zhenmu to his friends.

Shan Zechuan's breathing became heavier immediately, and the hand next to him subconsciously clenched into a fist.

He heard Lin Changxu continue: "...he must still like me, why think about it...pretend to give up on me...you don't know how he begged me not to when I broke up with him Walking away...really, almost didn't kneel down for me..."

"...It wasn't him who could take me back then, to be honest, I didn't like him either..."

The fists were clenched too tightly, and the joints were aching.

Lin Changxu probably drank too much, staggered and nearly fell when he stood up: "I, I'm going to the toilet..."

"Can you do it, let me go with you?"

"No, no, it's okay..." Lin Changxu said as he staggered past Shan Zechuan.He didn't notice that the waiter next to him was Shan Zechuan, and he just walked towards the toilet.

The line of reason in Shan Zechuan's head broke when he uttered the word "Zhenmu".

He angrily followed Lin Changxu's pace and followed him all the way to the men's room.

Lin Changxu drank a lot, and his bladder was hurting from holding back, when his hand touched the bottom of his trousers, a hand suddenly appeared from behind and patted him on the shoulder.Lin Changxu paused, subconsciously thinking that his friend was worried, so he followed over, and said, "I'm fine..."

But the person behind him didn't speak, and he didn't let go of his hand. Instead, he grabbed him forcefully and forced him to turn around.

"What are you doing... um!"

Before Lin Changxu could see his face clearly, he was hit on the bridge of the nose with a heavy punch.

Shan Zechuan's strength is definitely considered great, but at this moment he was completely dazzled by anger, and he completely lost his usual polite junior appearance.After this punch, he didn't feel relieved at all. Lin Changxu almost fell down clutching his nose. Before he could utter the next question, Shan Zechuan grabbed his collar and punched him in the face again.

"Oh! Ah!"

They were almost the same in size, but Lin Changxu was drunk and had no strength to fight back.

This punch made him unable to stand still, and he fell directly beside the toilet, leaning against the wall of the toilet in embarrassment.Shan Zechuan knelt down, grabbed his collar with both hands, gritted his teeth and said, "You are not allowed to insult him! You are not worthy!"

"Uh... bah, bah..." Lin Changxu spat out feebly, spit mixed with blood and half a broken tooth, "... who? Insulting whom?"

"I said," said Shan Zechuan, "don't insult Senior Zhenmu!"

"Ha...Zhen Mu," Lin Changxu closed his eyes half-closed, and said intermittently, "Why, I said he...what does it matter to you?"

Hearing this, Shan Zechuan slammed the person against the wall, then stood up, raised his foot and kicked Lin Changxu's stomach. For a while, there was only Lin Changxu's wailing sound in the toilet.