I was treated as a little idiot by the black school grass

Nan Yirong paused and turned his head.

The person who called him was Du Haichao's female assistant, everyone called her Xiaolan.

Panting, she stopped in front of Nan Yirong, took out a room card from her pocket and handed it over, "Brother Du asked me to give it to you, you decide whether you come or not."

"..." Nan Yirong didn't know what expression to make for a moment.

Xiaolan didn't know that he had rejected Du Haichao, and seeing that he didn't respond, she thought he was happy and silly, and said with a smile: "Take it, find a suitable time, and don't be bumped into."

Her tone was very familiar, and she seemed to help Du Haichao a lot in this kind of thing.

Nan Yirong glanced at her calmly, packed the suitcase and left.

Xiaolan was stunned, and after a long while, she chased after him to stop him, "Oh, what's the matter with you? You don't want the card anymore?"

Du Haichao likes boys, especially the young boys who just entered the circle:

Some young boys understood it very well, so they slept with Du Haichao on the spot and took the resources; some boys didn’t understand and were forced to have sex. It's a dumb loss.

But no matter which one it is, when they first received Du Haichao's room card, these boys were ecstatic. After all, this was their first contact with a top domestic celebrity.

Who would turn around and leave like Nan Yirong?Xiaolan was puzzled.

"No need." Nan Yirong quickened his pace.

His legs were long, and his steps were so fast that Xiaolan had to trot to keep up.

She chased after a few steps patiently, and spoke earnestly about the benefits of following Du Haichao, but Nan Yirong was still unmoved.

Xiaolan became angry, "Do you want to take it? If not, I'm leaving!"

She grew up with Du Haichao when she was young and transparent. Du Haichao is nostalgic and grateful. Artists who are not popular are even taller, where have they received such a cold reception?

Nan Yirong kept walking, curled the corner of his mouth sarcastically, and spit out two words: "No."

"You—" Xiaolan stared, then smiled fiercely, "Okay, you have the ability, don't make troubles in the future, come and beg us crying!"

Nan Yirong didn't care, took advantage of her standing still, quickened her pace, and left her behind.

This woman is really loud.

His shoot ended in the afternoon, just in time for dinner when he got home by subway.

Gu Sijuan received the news in advance that he was coming back, and arranged a large table with her aunt.

When he got home, Nan Rongchang also came back.

After sitting at the dinner table, Nan Yirong could clearly feel Nan Rongchang's hesitant gaze on him getting longer and longer.

He ate the food that Gu Sijuan gave him, and finally couldn't help it anymore, and asked, "Dad, what do you want to say?"

Nan Rongchang actually wanted to ask him how he was doing on the set these days, but he was afraid that Nan Yirong might misunderstand their attitude, so he took a couple of bites of food and dryly changed the subject.

"It's your birthday the day after tomorrow. I've already asked someone to book a hotel. It will start on time at 18:30 in the evening. If you have students you want to invite, please give me the list, and I'll ask my assistant to send you an invitation letter."

"Okay." Nan Yirong nodded.

In addition to the usual procedures for the rich second generation's birthday party, such as blowing out candles and making a wish, it is more of a medium to set up the communication between the Nan family and the outside world.

The Nan family has a very high status in Dongcheng, and it can be predicted that the people who will come to his birthday party the day after tomorrow will not be bad.

Listening to the father and son talking about this, Gu Sijuan seemed to think of something, looked at Nan Yirong, and said: "Someone delivered a package this morning, and the person who signed for it showed your name, and I have already put it in your room. Go up and have a look."

"Okay." Nan Yirong was a little surprised.

After eating, he sat with Nan Rongchang and the others on the sofa for a while, then Nan Yirong went upstairs, pushed the room away, he saw the package on the table at a glance, Gu Sijuan respected his privacy and did not open it .

Nan Yirong went over and glanced at the information on the package, and sure enough, he saw his name written in the column of the recipient.

Confirming that it was him, Nan Yirong tore off the tape on the outside of the package, opened the box and took a look: there was a palm-sized jewel red box in the middle, and a letter beside the red box.

He opened the box first, and a silver, shimmering necklace lay quietly on the foam inside.Nan Yirong picked it up with his hands, and a small golden star clustered on the necklace rustled down, and slid down to the middle and stopped.

Nan Yirong realized something, put down the necklace, and opened the letter at hand. The letter was indeed written by Ran Yuanxing, and Nan Yirong couldn't help but raise his mouth.

〖Seeing words like meeting, dear friend Nan, when you receive this letter, we have not been in touch for many days, but believe me, I must miss you at this time and think crazy, thinking about not participating in this stupid competition! 〗

〖This is a necklace I have ordered a long time ago. I don’t know if you will like it, because it is not a global limited edition, and the price is not expensive, but this is the best gift I can think of: There are many stars in the sky , but there is only one star named Ran Yuanxing, I will pick him off and give it to you now, do you like it? 〗

The letter came to an abrupt end here, Nan Yirong lowered his eyes, rubbed the words on it repeatedly with his fingers, and rolled his eyes with a smile.

The electric fan on the roof was whirling, the annoying cicadas outside the window kept chirping, and the teacher on the podium talked about the source of design inspiration.

"What is technology, where does it come from, it is the long-term understanding of human beings..."

It was a cliché again, Ran Yuanxing looked away from his face, turned the pen in his hand boredly, glanced out of the window, and then reacted tremendously, standing up with a "bang".

Goldman Sachs sitting next to him startled him.

"What's the matter? Student Ran Yuanxing, do you have any questions?"

The teacher on the podium stopped, and other students in the class also looked over.

"No doubt." Ran Yuanxing replied, leaving his seat impatiently, "Teacher, I'm going to the bathroom!"

After the words fell, his people disappeared.

Monk Gao Shengzhang was puzzled, stretched his neck and looked out the window, and saw Nan Yirong standing under the treetop at a glance.

I go!Goldman's eyes widened, and then he noticed Ran Yuanxing's figure. The boy ran very fast and ran under the tree in the blink of an eye. Goldman watched the two of them get closer and closer, and finally hugged each other.

I go!Gao Zhutou turned his head resentfully.

The boy hugged him very tightly. Nan Yirong pedaled the bicycle for a long time before he recovered. He felt hot again from his hug and pushed him uncomfortably.

Ran Yuanxing let go of his hand, with light in his eyes, he said excitedly: "Why are you here? Didn't the school say that no one is allowed to visit during the training camp? Why would you let you in."

"I begged my dad."

Nan Yirong took a step back slightly so that he could look at him more conveniently: Overall, nothing has changed, it's just that he is too enthusiastic to see him.

If there was a tail behind him, Nan Yirong thought he would be wagging it happily now.

"Do you like the necklace?" Ran Yuanxing looked at his face carefully, and felt that there was something different about him. He couldn't tell the specifics, but felt inexplicably amazing, which made him reluctant to look away.

"I like it." Seeing him staring at her, Nan Yirong took out the necklace from his collar, and said softly, "It's very beautiful, I like it very much."

Ran Yuanxing saw the treasure in his eyes clearly, heaved a sigh of relief, smiled and took his hand: "Come with me."

Nan Yirong followed quietly.

Ran Yuanxing took him all the way quickly, returned to the dormitory, locked the door behind him, gently clasped his shoulder and kissed him.

They haven't kissed for more than half a month. The first time they touched each other, the two kissed very intensely.

In the quiet dormitory, the sounds of gasping lightly and heavily intertwined, slowly increasing the surrounding heat, the sound of water stains from the mingling of lips and teeth became louder and louder, Nan Yirong's brain gradually became sluggish, and his body became more and more sluggish. sour.

Ran Yuanxing tightened his arms and held him tightly in his arms, preventing him from slipping and falling to the ground.

After a century and so long, the person on his body had exhausted himself and let him go. Nan Yirong blushed and leaned on his shoulder, exhaling heavily.

Ran Yuanxing grabbed his hand, pinched it, rubbed it... played with his fingers, and leaned over to give him a bite from time to time.

Trying to calm down the disordered breathing, Nan Yirong sat up straight, with serious eyes, clasped his five fingers, and said softly: "I have received your star, and I want to return the gift."

Knowing that he wanted to confess his identity to him, Ran Yuanxing didn't dare to neglect, so he sat up straight and nodded with a smile, "Okay."

"My name is also Nan Yirong. I look similar to him in appearance, but he has parents, and I don't. I was an orphan in that world and grew up in a welfare institution. Later, because I liked acting and was willing to work hard, I went all the way. Going up, I won the best actor trophy at the age of 28, but unfortunately, the weather was not good, and there was an accident during the recording of the variety show I participated in..."

Ran Yuanxing had already felt bad hearing that he was an orphan, but now he was even more saddened to hear him explain the cause of his death. While listening to him, he went over and gently hugged him in his arms.

Nan Yirong finished what he had to say, glanced at the boy in front of him, and suddenly thought of joking, "So, you know that my actual age is much older than you, don't you mind?"

Ran Yuanxing snorted, "If you are really from the 29th century, then I am the ancestor who passed away, right? Little cutie?"

Nan Yirong didn't seem to expect his angle to be so strange, so he squinted his eyes.

Ran Yuanxing hurriedly raised his hand to beg for mercy.

While they were making a fuss, Nan Yirong's cell phone next to him rang suddenly. He picked up the cell phone and saw that the caller ID was Chen Xin.

The filming of the film has not yet finished, so it stands to reason that Chen Xin, a play director madman, wouldn't have time to call and say hello in person.

With doubts in mind, Nan Yirong picked up the phone, "Hello, Director Chen?"

"Where are you?" Chen Xin said anxiously, "Are you with Du Haichao?"

"No." Nan Yirong felt the anxiety in his tone, and frowned, "What's wrong?"