After finishing speaking, Qi Jiaze slammed the car door and walked towards the boy.
Qi Xingchen couldn't hold him back, fearing that the two would fight, he had to get out of the car, so he quickly followed.
Running to the boy's side, Qi Jiaze said unexpectedly, "It's you. Why are you hanging out on the road if you don't go back to class?"
The boy didn't speak, and kept holding his schoolbag, and looked sideways at Qi Jiaze and Qi Xingchen.
Qi Xingchen was surprised—this boy looked very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.
Hearing Qi Jiaze's tone, he seemed to know who he was, Qi Xingchen asked: "Jiaze, do you know each other?"
"In the same grade, he is in class three."
"Since we are all classmates, let's forget it," Qi Xingchen acted as a peacemaker, "Our car and people are not injured, so don't worry about it."
"Can that work?" Qi Jiaze snorted, and turned to the boy, "Hey, I'm asking you something, why are you wandering in the middle of the road, you're dumb."
"Where am I, what does it have to do with you." The boy finally spoke.
"What does it have to do with me?"
His words directly angered Qi Jiaze, Qi Jiaze stretched out his finger, and tapped his shoulder: "You don't look at the car, you cross the road with your head down, you won't be wronged if you get hit by a car, you know?"
The boy took a step back immediately, avoiding his fingers: "How I die has nothing to do with you."
This sentence was even more irritating, Qi Jiaze couldn't take it anymore, took off his jacket and wrapped it around his waist, making a gesture to hit someone.
Qi Xingchen next to him understood now that with his younger brother's surly temper, if he wanted to hit someone, he would do it as soon as he came over.
He didn't do anything, and warned the boy to look at the car when crossing the road. His words were not nice, but his intention was kind.
It shows that he cares about his classmates.
On the contrary, the boy was ungrateful, choked up every sentence he said, and sounded a bit self-harming, which may be the reason for his bad mood.
Qi Xingchen didn't want to cause trouble, so he grabbed Qi Jiaze's arm, "Okay, stop arguing."
"No, I have to beat him to the knees and call grandpa today!"
"I don't have that much time to wait for you," Qi Xingchen pretended to be exhausted, "I'm really tired after flying all day."
"That... ... "
Qi Jiaze looked at the boy, then at his brother, and finally felt that venting his anger was not as important as his brother, so he put down his fists and died down, "Then let's do this first... Don't be complacent, wait until I go back and deal with you."
Qi Jiaze put on his clothes, warned the boy, and prepared to head back home.
Qi Xingchen was a little worried about the boy's mental state, and said again: "Jiaze, it's getting late in a while, you are all classmates, let's give him a ride."
"Brother, why is your elbow out—"
"Need not."
Before Qi Jiaze could finish protesting, the boy put down two words, turned and left.
The boy said so, Qi Xingchen couldn't help even if he wanted to. Shaking his head helplessly, he dragged Qi Jiaze who had been enraged a second time and evolved into a Super Tyrannosaurus back into the car.
When he got home, Qi Xingchen was shocked by his dining table.
The long table, from sitting to right, is full of dishes.
"Why are you cooking so many dishes?" Qi Xingchen couldn't laugh or cry, "Can we finish it?"
"Isn't it because Dad, after watching "The Poor Tour", felt that you were suffering outside, so he had to make up for you."
Qi Yuji pushed him on the back: "Go, go, wash your hands quickly, I'll give you some soup."
Qi Xingchen washed his hands as he said, and when he sat down, he placed a bowl of soup in his fixed position.
Unable to see what it was, he picked it up and took a sip.
"..."
emmmmm this is the fishiest soup he has ever had.
I don't know what's in it. Didn't the eldest lady taste it herself
Qi Xingchen put down the soup bowl silently, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Qi Yuji looking in this direction.
He couldn't bear to disappoint Qi Yuji's expectant eyes, so he reluctantly raised his hand again and drank the bowl of fishy soup.
After dinner, he was grabbed by Qi Yuji and chatted for a long time. When it was time to go to bed, the soup might have had an effect. He lay down on the bed and fell bored every minute, forgetting to ask classmate Qi Jiaze about it.
The Communist Youth League made an appointment at ten o'clock in Noah's practice room. At seven o'clock in the morning, Dulan Xinyitong made a series of fatal calls:
"Why are you still sleeping?! The driver will pick you up from your house in half an hour. Don't drink water, it won't look good on camera. I asked my assistant to bring you breakfast. Just eat it on the way. Don't waste time!"
Qi Xingchen just woke up, and his mind quickly screened the information in this passage.
"The driver picks you up" means that the company has allocated a car for him.
"The assistant buys breakfast" means that the company has also assigned him an assistant.
After a lapse of one year and one and a half months, he finally enjoyed the treatment that an artist should have—this was because of his increased attention through "Qingyou".
Otherwise, with the personality of the original owner, if he doesn't want to use the resources of the Qi family, he might be hidden for a long time.
He left the door ten minutes earlier than Du Lanxin said. At the beginning, the original owner reported the address and the name of the neighborhood next door.
When we arrived at the designated place, the car had been waiting for a while. Ordinary Buick business, and Bai Ye's luxury car, one in the sky and the other underground.
He gestured to the driver to open the door, and the driver and assistant couldn't help opening their mouths in surprise.
"Oh my God," the assistant couldn't believe it, "I watched "Qianyou" and thought you were very good-looking, but I didn't expect you to be several times more beautiful than in the camera... ouch sorry, I forgot to introduce myself! My name is An Ran, I am three years older than you, and I will be your assistant from now on, please give me your advice!"
Qi Xingchen secretly calculated her age. If she entered the entertainment industry after graduating from university, she has only been working for a year now, so she is not experienced enough.
Not being an intern, though, was fine with him. He can do most things by himself, and rarely needs an assistant.
The driver is older and his surname is Qin. After introducing each other, An Ran handed him breakfast—two boiled eggs with egg yolks, a small box of mixture of purple sweet potato, cherry tomatoes, and boiled vegetables.
I ate too much last night, so I just want to eat something light this morning. Qi Xingchen took it, seemingly unintentionally, and said, "Sister Xin asked you to bring me a diet meal?"
"No," An Ran said with a smile, "I looked at your profile yesterday and thought you were of good weight but not good in body fat ratio, so I made it for you myself."
Careful enough. Qi Xingchen asked again: "What will I do when I get to the company? Should I meet with Sister Xin first, or go straight to make-up and hair?"
While asking questions, he stared at An Ran's expression.
An Ran said very naturally: "Did you guys discuss it? Then I'll call and ask now, just wait a moment."
Qi Xingchen was completely relieved.
The purpose of his asking these words was to know the relationship between An Ran and Du Lanxin. Generally, brokers earn a commission, and assistants are employed by the company. The two belong to different systems and there is no interest relationship.
But there are also some agents who use their benefits to train their assistants to be their confidantes and keep an eye on the artist's movements all the time.
If An Ran was Du Lan's confidant, his actions would be restricted, and many things would be difficult for him to do.
Fortunately, they didn't have a deep relationship, so Qi Xingchen ate breakfast with peace of mind.
At eight o'clock, Qi Xingchen arrived at Noah, and Du Lanxin was waiting for him in the dressing room.
Seeing that he was wearing a simple and dignified black suit, Dulan smacked his lips, "You understand."
To participate in an interview with the national media, you must dress formally and solemnly, as anyone with a little social experience knows.
Qi Xingchen didn't bother to talk to her, because he knew she wouldn't be jumping around for a few days. He had recorded the conversation with Du Lanxin a long time ago. Due to the fact that he has few fans, little attention, and no confidence to stand on his own, he has been patient and has not moved.
Now that his fans have reached more than one million, and most of them are live fans, it is absolutely impossible for this pimp to continue to be proud.
He lazily said: "Do makeup and hair, and show me the script by the way."
Du Lan was obviously dissatisfied with his attitude, so he took a piece of A4 paper and put it on the dressing table in front of him.
The questions that the reporter wanted to ask were written on the paper, which were nothing more than the reasons for going to Denmark to perform on the streets, why he chose to learn acrobatics in the first place, what changes Chinese traditional culture brought to his life, how he planned to go in the future, and so on.
It is easy to answer this kind of question, and it is not easy to answer it. It is necessary to always remember to promote positive energy and give play to the leading role of young people.
When the complete draft was finished, the makeup and hair were almost finished, so he picked up his phone to check the time.
As a result, he accidentally saw Bai Ye's reply.
bo: landed in the middle of the night yesterday
Qi Xingchen was silent for a moment, always feeling that something was missing behind.
—You landed in the middle of the night, because you were afraid of disturbing my rest, so you didn't reply to the message,
Or was he tired, asleep, didn't see it, and didn't reply to my message
Why don't you explain it
Wait for me to guess
Qi Xingchen raised his eyebrows, let out a cold snort and didn't go out, and then two more new message reminders appeared.
bo: The signal here is not good, the one just now has not been sent
bo: I guess you must have fallen asleep so late, and didn't reply in time
... Oh, it turned out to be like this. Qi Xingchen lowered his eyes and put away his phone.
"Teacher Qi!" At this moment, the makeup artist suddenly called out to him.
"Huh?" Qi Xingchen was so frightened that he quickly turned off the screen.
"I'm painting your lips, don't laugh!"
"Oh, I, I didn't laugh..."
With answers thought out in advance, the interview went smoothly.
When asked about the reason for performing on the street in Denmark, "Qingyou" has already been aired, so there is nothing to hide. He said truthfully: "When I recorded the program, the travel expenses were not enough, so I wanted to perform to earn some money."
"Aren't you shy with so many pairs of strange eyes looking at you in a foreign country?"
"Don't be shy," Qi Xingchen said with a smile, "I exchange my own hard work and sweat for money, and it's too late for me to be proud."
The reporter nodded, showing great satisfaction. Qi Xingchen secretly thanked Bai Ye.
It didn't take an hour for the interview to end. Hugging the reporter to the car, Qi Xingchen spread out on the sofa, belatedly realizing that his clothes were all wet on his back.
Du Lanxin also saw it, and curled his lips, "It's the first time to face the national media. It's normal to be nervous and afraid. You performed perfectly just now. Qi Xingchen, I didn't expect that you have other uses besides your face."
This sentence is equivalent to affirming his ability. It is not easy to get positive comments from her, so Qi Xingchen smiled and said nothing.
"Okay, it's almost time to rest, let's read the script."
"Yes." Qi Xingchen took the script and turned to the first page.
In the next second, the protagonist's name came into view, and Qi Xingchen's mind hummed.
Script Name: "Heart of the Ocean"
Starring: Tao Tao, Feng Qingyuan
The author has something to say: The second watch is the second watch, even if it is a few minutes late, it is the second watch.
Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2020-01-27 18:00:08~2020-01-28 00:08:17~
Thanks to the little angel who cast the deep water torpedo: 1 cly;
Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Coco Frappuccino, 1 unremovable plain face;
Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 4 Coco Frappuccinos; 1 Moran, Guoguo, and Tingxue Zhujiu;
Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 57 bottles of plain makeup that cannot be removed; 30 bottles of Shengzhu; 14 bottles of Chan Yishu; The cps I ate are all real, Taotao Wuyou, Yushan, Yihe, ie 1 bottle;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!