[Entertainment circle] Above friendship

Am I that weird?While I was reviewing myself, suddenly the door opened again.

At this time, a boy with a very distinctive appearance, he only poked out one head.

He looked at me with a little apology, and asked me in a cautious tone: "Hello, who are you?"

Then all my attention was on the lunch box in my hand.

If I'm not mistaken, he seems to have swallowed.

"Hello, I'm the neighbor who just moved to 502 downstairs. My name is Li Zhaolu. Please give me your advice in the future." I directly stated my purpose of coming, so as not to be regarded as some strange person.

"Hello, I'm Jin Nanjun, and we just moved here." He stood up and looked at me with embarrassment.Then I stared at the lunch box in my hand.

"Well, this is what I want." I held out my hand to him, and he took it.

"Thank you." Jin Nanjun smiled at me.

"Also," I was a little embarrassed, "may I ask you to be a little quieter, uh, I'm, um, reading a book recently."

"I'm really sorry, we will bet more in the future..." Jin Nanjun also looked embarrassed, hugging my dumplings, before he could finish speaking, he was squeezed out by five teenagers behind him.

"Why is it not good... Oh, hello."

They looked at me a little puzzled, but they still greeted me first.

I looked at the small dumpling box in Jin Nanjun's arms with embarrassment, and the five tall boys behind him.

This…

It seems that there is not enough to eat...

What about six people...

"Uh, if you don't mind, I still have a box at home, and I just can't eat it anymore." I can only think of this solution.

I ran downstairs in a hurry, took out another box of dumplings from the refrigerator, and handed it to my brother named Jin Shuozhen. I was told that the only boy here who cooks well is in the hands of him.

"It's okay if you know how to cook. Anyway, just cook it. You can give me the lunch box anytime. I have time." I stood at the door and talked to him a few words before leaving. I couldn't wait to start watching My first script in my life.

I went back to my home, made coffee, read the script carefully, and felt really super happy.

The script was really well written, no wonder many people auditioned for my role.

After watching for more than an hour, the doorbell rang at home.

Maybe the neighbor came to return the lunch box.

When I opened the door, there stood a boy covered by a coat and wearing a mask, holding my two lunch boxes in his arms.

Strange, I didn't see this boy just now.

Seeing me open the door, I said, "Hi, I'm..."

This opening is the subwoofer, which really scared me.

Because the subwoofer I have seen is not only a big top senior who has become popular all over the world, but also a teenager in our class. His attendance rate is lower than mine. It seems that he has already debuted, so he basically doesn’t come to school.

"Kim, Kim Taehyung?" I asked tentatively.

He was frightened by me, looked up at me, and was also frightened: "Li Zhaolu?"

Indeed he was right.

After all, the subwoofers I know are really too few.

The author has something to say: It is really fatal to make each chapter equal to over a thousand. . . . . . . . .