Last night's farce ended with Yan Tingyun being sent to the operating room.
Early in the morning, colleagues from the crew heard the news and came.
I don’t know who leaked the news, but there were also media reporters along with them.
The matter has become a big deal.
Everyone in the crew knew the whole story. It was not appropriate for the truth to be reported, and the person who had a conflict with Yan Tingyun seemed to be of high status.
The security in Kersburg is already poor, and outsiders like them are less likely to cause trouble.
The crew member in charge of publicity and reception stopped the reporter who stretched his neck and said: "Teacher Yan was accidentally injured during filming. Now his condition has stabilized and it's not serious. He will be discharged from the hospital soon. Thank you for your concern."
"I heard that Yan Tingyun's injury was related to He Huan. Is that true?"
"I heard that He Huan caused trouble and implicated Emperor Yan?"
"Where is He Huan? Let him be interviewed."
Faced with such a sharp question, the staff of the publicity and reception department became an emotionless repeater: "Teacher Yan was accidentally injured during filming. Thank you for your concern."
In the past, most reporters would tactfully change the subject in such situations.
But the reporters who came today were particularly persistent, holding their microphones and cameras high up, as if they wanted to reach into the ward.
"It is said that He Huan stayed in Yan Tingyun's ward late last night. Is he offering himself to Yan Tingyun?"
"He Huan is now banned by the entire Internet. Is he trying to get close to Yan Tingyun?"
The questions were more and more explicit, and the staff members looked extremely unhappy when they heard them.
Colleagues in the crew in the ward also heard these words through a door.
"Who invited these stupid reporters? They are talking nonsense!"
"Tell the bodyguards to kick them out!"
He Huan stood at the door, looking at the smoky scene outside through the one-way window without saying a word.
Gao Jinyue comforted him: "Xiao Huan, don't take it to heart. When the bodyguards come, kick them out."
"Thank you, Teacher Gao." He Huan smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
The group of reporters in the corridor were some of the scum who harassed and insulted the original owner day and night, and slandered the original owner for stealing Yan Tingyun’s resources.
Yan Yuntong, who was sitting beside the bed, suddenly said, "I think they are right. It was He Huan who caused the trouble and caused my brother to be seriously injured."
"I've told you many times, this has nothing to do with He Huan!" Yan Tingyun got angry and started coughing again.
Seeing that the brother and sister were quarreling again, Gao Jinyue quickly tried to smooth things over: "It was that gangster's pheromones that affected He Huan, and he also forced himself on He Huan. It's all that gangster's fault!"
The others followed suit, saying that it was not He Huan's fault.
Yan Yuntong glared at He Huan hatefully, and became angry when she saw his unhurried expression.
Ever since she found out that the person who forcefully kissed He Huan was the senior she had liked for three years, she has not slept a wink since last night.
If resentment could kill people, He Huan would have died hundreds of times.
Yan Tingyun saw Yan Yuntong's undisguised hatred and said coldly: "You and Luo Jiao return to the capital immediately."
His sister was spoiled by her family. She had an arrogant and unruly personality, but she was also simple-minded. She was always instigated by Luo Jiao to be the first to take action, and she was happy about it.
Sooner or later, something big is going to happen.
"Brother!" Yan Yuntong panicked instantly and quickly corrected her attitude: "I just came here last night! And your illness is not healed yet, I have to take care of you."
Yan Tingyun felt a sharp pain in his heart when he thought of how she fawned on his enemy last night.
"Take care? Do you want to take care of me or the neighbor?"
Yan Yuntong's face turned red and then pale: "Of course, I'm taking care of you!"
Yan Tingyun sneered sarcastically: "Doctors and nurses are more professional than you, He Huan is more considerate than you, you only make me angry."
Yan Yuntong opened her mouth to say something, but Yan Tingyun interrupted her impatiently: "Go back immediately!"
Yan Yuntong was not willing to go back, she still wanted to improve her relationship with her idol.
In her opinion, there is not a big misunderstanding between her brother and her idol. Both of them are excellent people and they may become good friends in the future.
But Yan Yuntong didn't dare to say anything else and secretly gave Luo Jiao a look.
Luo Jiao showed what she thought was the most gentle smile. As soon as she opened her mouth, Yan Tingyun turned his head to talk to Gao Jinyue.
Her smile froze on her face, as stiff as an unqualified stone statue.
Yan Tingyun said, "Director Gao, check with the reporters outside to see which blind guy got it."
Luo Jiao's expression was unnatural for a moment.
Yan Yuntong said disapprovingly: "Brother, you should have a good rest. Why bother with these trivial matters?"
"You're right, your brother should have a good rest. Since you are so worried about your brother, why don't you share some of his worries and go check out these reporters?" He Huan suddenly stood up, walked to Yan Yuntong and looked down at her.
Yan Yuntong met his eyes, which were like the deep ocean, so cold that it made people shiver.
"What does it have to do with you..."
He Huan smiled and looked at Luo Jiao behind her: "I'll give you a chance to perform. Maybe if you do well, your brother won't chase you away."
Back then, it was mostly Luo Jiao who secretly framed the original owner. Even Yan Yuntong didn't know many things and was just used as a tool.
Yan Yuntong subconsciously looked at her brother who had the power of life and death.
He Huan smiled and said to Yan Tingyun: "Why not give her a chance?"
Yan Tingyun looked at He Huan's gentle and caring expression, then looked at Yan Yuntong who almost wanted to kneel down to him, and finally said, "The day after tomorrow at the latest. If you can't find out, go back to the capital."
Yan Yuntong smiled widely, hugged Yan Tingyun's arm and said coquettishly: "Brother, you are the best, I will check it out right away!"
"This is the opportunity He Huan gave you." Yan Tingyun sighed helplessly. He had always been troubled by this sister, who was arrogant and willful and refused to obey discipline.
He actually knew that even if he forced Yan Yuntong to go back, she would never go back.
He Huan's suggestion just now really helped a lot. It not only gave him and his sister a way out, but also prevented Yan Yuntong from bothering him with something else to do.
If she doesn't do it well, there will be a reason to ask her to go back to the capital the day after tomorrow.
Killing three birds with one stone, it couldn't be more perfect.
Yan Yuntong felt very uncomfortable when he heard his brother talking about He Huan all the time.
Although she admitted that He Huan had helped her get this opportunity, she felt even more unhappy when she thought that her brother listened to him as soon as he opened his mouth.
She turned around and looked for her best friend: "Jiaojiao, help me check it out. My brother will definitely look at us with new eyes."
Luo Jiao's face turned pale. She forced herself to remain calm and nodded without saying a word.
Yan Yuntong asked her worriedly: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
He Huan walked up to Luo Jiao and said softly and concernedly, "This is the hospital. If you have any problems, go see a doctor immediately. Don't delay."
Luo Jiao's scattered eyes suddenly focused, like the vertical pupils of a vicious animal that were frightened into a line, and she stared at He Huan viciously.
He Huan moved closer and said in a low voice that only the two of them could hear, "Psychological problems are much harder to cure than physical ones. If they can't be cured, you might go crazy."
Luo Jiao's body swayed, and she took two steps back before she could stand firm.
She bit her lips so hard that blood oozed out, her eyes were filled with tears, and she looked so pitiful.
Yan Yuntong was furious when she saw Luo Jiao's pitiful look and yelled at He Huan, "Who told you to bully Jiao Jiao?!"
He Huan smiled and said, "Who said I bullied her? I just reminded her to try her best to help you find out. Otherwise, if she holds you back, she will have to go back to the capital the day after tomorrow."
"What do you care! Jiaojiao works quickly and safely, we..." As if to prove how capable her best friend is, Yan Yuntong boasted: "We can find out today! Right, Jiaojiao!"
Luo Jiao opened her mouth with difficulty: "...Okay." The tone of her voice was so strange that it seemed not her own.
…
He Huan's health is no longer serious and he was discharged from the hospital and returned to the hotel in the afternoon.
As soon as I arrived at the hotel entrance, I saw Fitz and others leaving with their luggage.
The two parties, one inside the door and the other outside, stopped involuntarily.
As the team's best communicator, Xu Yihan was the first to break the silence: "Hey He Huan, are you feeling well now?"
He Huan just nodded and stepped aside, showing no intention of communicating with them.
Xu Yihan touched his nose and continued the awkward conversation: "That's good... We are leaving now, you should have a good rest."
He Huan pulled the corners of his mouth and revealed a barely noticeable smile.
Xu Yihan sighed and said bye.
The teammates behind him also walked down the stairs while saying goodbye.
Fitz came last.
He Huan turned and walked into the hotel, and suddenly a shadow fell in front of him.
He looked up and met Fitz's silver-gray eyes with a heart-pounding aggression.
But he did nothing. His tone was even gentle: "I still owe you a promise. If you need anything, feel free to contact me."
"Later..." He didn't even have time to finish the last word.
"Exchange contact information?" Fitz raised the light computer bound to his wrist.
The heavy metal ring with a mechanical feel is a unique design on the market, it looks high-end and mysterious.
He Huan: "Sorry, my agent is in charge of all external contacts. My address book only has relatives and friends."
Fitz was silent for a moment, then took out a small metal model that looked like a dog but not a dog, and a cat but not a cat, the size of a grapefruit.
"The signal pager can be used three times. As long as it is on a planet, I can receive it."
It sounded very high-tech, but He Huan didn't answer it.
He seemed to hear Fitz sigh, and then saw Fitz throw the ball into his pocket.
"I don't need it." He Huan took it out and wanted to return it to him.
Fitz took three steps back, increasing the distance between the two of them. "A large number of alien beasts have appeared on the planet Kersburg. Don't go out at night. Be careful."
After he finished speaking, he walked around He Huan with his long legs and got into the car parked in front of the hotel.
…
When Xu Yihan saw Fitz getting in the car, he curiously leaned over and asked, "Fitz, did you exchange contact information?"
Fitz closed his eyes, his face was cold and hard, and he was obviously in a bad mood: "No."
"So you gave away the signal pager?" Berkeley clapped his legs and laughed wildly: "It's so ugly, but you still gave it away. My boss is awesome."
His laughter suddenly stopped, and he said seriously, "You didn't force it on them, did you?"
Fitz looked at him coldly, his expression becoming even more sour.
The others covered their mouths and laughed, not daring to laugh too loudly, and their shoulders hunched like shaking machines.
Berkeley didn't dare to offend anyone, so he quickly took out a tablet to change the subject: "Boss, I just connected to the Zhiwang and checked the situation of He Huan's crew. I didn't expect him to be so good. He actually played Semir."
Fitz took the tablet and looked through the information Berkeley had collected about the crew of "The Lost Town of Cushing".
Most of the comments were insulting He Huan, and there was almost no support for him.
Finally, he saw He Huan’s promotional stills.
The charming omega in the poster is very different from his well-behaved and cute appearance, as if they are not the same person.
But Fitz had a strange feeling that He Huan should look like the one in the poster.
Coquettishness and allure are fascinating forbidden drugs.
Berkeley clicked his tongue twice and curled his lips in disdain: "Don't look at how many people curse He Huan online. Behind the scenes, some people secretly use his stills as their computer screensavers, especially some alphas, who use them on the startup screen, lock screen, and even the shutdown screen..."
Xu Yihan turned around and widened his eyes in surprise: "No way, so exaggerated?"
Berkeley clicked on a link in the webpage bookmarks and showed it to them: "This is the official download data, and there is also big data summarized based on user usage."
Xu Yihan exclaimed: "7.3 billion! That's amazing!"
Then he noticed that the blue-black veins on the back of his boss's hand, where he was holding the tablet, were bulging.
He looked up and saw no change in the boss's expression, but his thin lips were pursed into an unusually sharp line.
Xu Yihan laughed awkwardly: "The current data is very fake, maybe the crew manipulated it to attract attention."
Berkeley poked his forehead with his finger: "You know shit. Pear Light Year Network is the most authoritative website for data. Sometimes our military needs to check data there."
Xu Yihan certainly knew that the military also often went there to check data, so he quickly gave Berkeley a look, but the other party was as proud as a peacock with its tail spread out, and did not accept his kind reminder.
Berkeley took out a book and stuffed it into Fitz's hand. "Boss, this is a local specialty of Kersburg. Everyone who comes here will buy a copy."
Fitz looked up and saw beautiful fonts on the exquisite cover - "The Disappearing Town of Kuxing".
Berkeley took credit and flipped open the title page: "The original author's handwritten signature is out of print, and it's worth this much now." He stretched out his palm, with each finger spread wide: "Five hundred thousand credits!"
"I got it with great difficulty. Let me lend it to you first."
Studying in a military academy is boring and stressful. There are endless trainings and competitions to participate in every day, and there is no extra time to read.
Even though "The Lost Town of Kusing" was a household name, none of the five people in their small team had seen it.
With a hint of curiosity, Fitz turned to the first page of the text.
…
An hour later, Berkeley woke up from his nap.
He saw Fitz with his arms folded across his chest, silently looking at the scenery outside the car window. He couldn't help but rub his eyes and asked him: "Boss, you finished watching it so quickly, is it good?"
Fitz was still looking at the receding desert scenery outside the window. It was all the same and he didn't know what was good about it.
After a while, he finally uttered two words: "Ugly."
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"Where's my book?" Berkeley asked, yawning.
Fitz glanced at him and said nothing.
Berkeley searched everywhere and finally found his own signature in the trash can: "Fitz! I'm going to kill you! My five hundred thousand credits!"
Fortunately, the trash can was clean. He picked up his half a million dollars with heartache, and suddenly found that there was a particularly wrinkled page inside.
When I opened it, I found that this chapter was exactly the passionate play on the open-air stage where Semir lost his virginity.
The book says --
Semir took off his gauze dress, revealing his graceful body. His arms, as soft as waterweed, wrapped around the man's neck: "My alpha, pierce my glands quickly and mark me completely. I want to lose my mind with you."