"I'll ask Xiao Luo to pick you up at noon tomorrow. You don't have classes tomorrow, right?"
Zhou Ziheng opened the door of his house, changed into slippers and walked in. There was no one in the living room, but the lights were on and there was a half cup of coffee on the coffee table.
"knew."
"Do you have classes tomorrow afternoon?" Jiang Yin was signing a document and asked casually, "If you do, ask for leave in advance. I asked you to give me your class schedule a long time ago, but you never did."
"There is a section..." Zhou Ziheng thought as he went upstairs. He heard a noise in the bedroom. He pushed the door open and saw that the projector was on, and it seemed to be playing some art documentary.
"Italian? Or Spanish..." Zhou Ziheng muttered to himself while standing at the bedroom door looking at the projector.
"You also took Italian classes?"
"No," Zhou Ziheng reacted, "It's a public elective course. I will email the teacher to ask for leave later." The quilt on the bed in the bedroom was bunched up in a ball, and there was a glass of green transparent foreign wine on the bedside table.
Fell asleep
Zhou Ziheng sat on the bed with headphones on, tiptoeing and searching for Xia Xiqing from a large ball of quilt. It felt a bit like looking for a kitten in a ball of cotton.
"Speak more during the show. You are not usually invited to participate in such entertainment variety shows. This is your first time. Show more."
Zhou Ziheng responded with two nods, then lifted the quilt and saw Xia Xiqing's sleeping profile. He took off the headphones with a microphone and held them in his hand, then leaned over and kissed Xia Xiqing's ear.
"Hmm..." Xia Xiqing was about to speak in a daze when Zhou Ziheng covered her mouth.
"Shh..." Zhou Ziheng saw him open his eyes and made a gesture to silence him. Jiang Yin was still explaining some matters related to the program on the other end of the phone. Zhou Ziheng had already climbed onto the bed and hugged Xia Xiqing. After being tossed around by him, Xia Xiqing was completely awake. He fell asleep accidentally and was not sleeping soundly. He frowned slightly and pointed at Zhou Ziheng's headphones, asking who it was by mouthing.
Zhou Ziheng kissed his red lips which had just woken up, and answered with his mouth - sister-in-law.
Xia Xiqing nodded and began to rub his eyes, but Zhou Ziheng was a disobedient person and insisted on hugging and kissing him while talking on the phone, and he couldn't push him away. Originally, Xia Xiqing was a person who would get grumpy when waking up, but he was worn out by him and lost his temper.
"Got it. I'll tell him." Zhou Ziheng's eyes fell on Xia Xiqing's face. "You don't need to contact them. Are all the crew members going?" Xia Xiqing smelled of alcohol mixed with a strong herbal aroma, like a subtle hint of bitterness mixed in warm and soft sugar water, which made Zhou Ziheng want to kiss the side of his neck.
Xia Xiqing was completely awake, but still drunk. He chose to condemn Zhou Ziheng's irresponsible and self-defeating way of teasing with his actions. He reached out and drank the half-finished glass of absinthe on the bedside.
“Oh, that’s okay. Fans just want to watch anyway…” Xia Xiqing leaned against the head of the bed, grabbed Zhou Ziheng by the collar and pulled him in front of him, compressing the distance to just a few feet.
Xia Xiqing tilted his head, rubbed Zhou Ziheng's lips with the tip of his nose, looked up and raised an eyebrow at him.
The action was too fast and Zhou Ziheng was stunned to finish the remaining half of the sentence.
"I'm with Xia Xiqing..."
Xia Xiqing gave him a cheeky smile, then put his arms around his neck and kissed Zhou Ziheng's lips, licking them slowly and biting them gently, the kiss was shallow and lustful, but he didn't go deep.
The cool herbal scent gradually fermented into an extremely ambiguous fragrance, entwining the two people. Zhou Ziheng's back was covered with a thin layer of hot sweat. He reached out to hold his face and was about to go deeper, but Xia Xiqing dodged him.
The conversation on the phone was about birthdays, but Zhou Ziheng had no time to pay attention to the specific content. His heart and mind were filled with the person in front of him. He could only make up an excuse to hang up the phone, and also pulled the headphone cord and other things aside.
Without the restraint, Zhou Ziheng pushed Xia Xiqing to the head of the bed, resting his forehead against his, and said in a low voice, "You come to provoke me again."
Xia Xiqing pushed his hand away, wanting to get away after having enough fun, "Who recruited who first? You woke me up while I was on the phone." Just as she was about to lie down to continue watching the documentary, Zhou Ziheng threw her down on the bed, "I was recruiting you."
"It's crushing me, how can it be so heavy?" Xia Xiqing frowned. Zhou Ziheng immediately reacted, "Oh, I'm still carrying a schoolbag." He quickly took off the schoolbag and threw it aside, then smiled at Xia Xiqing while pressing on him, sniffing at his neck like a large dog, "What kind of wine did you drink? Why do you smell so frigid?"
Xia Xiqing chuckled, "It's not appropriate to say that you are frigid at this time," kissing his lips, "Isn't it?"
The autumn dusk is as rich as an oil painting. The orange sunset dipped in a can of syrup exchanges a tender kiss with the edge of the approaching night under the heavy twilight.
The variety show arranged by Jiang Yin is different from "Escape Plan". It is a long-established variety show with a very high ratings and has been broadcast for more than five years. Therefore, the audience of this show is also relatively wide. Four people went to the "Tracking" crew, Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing, Yang Bo and Song Nian.
Xia Xiqing was quite surprised when he saw Song Nian backstage. Song Nian did not participate in the promotion when the official blog released materials before. He thought something went wrong, but she came again at this time.
Maybe I was overthinking it.
The costumes were designed by the program team. In order to stir up the topic with the self-study couple, the stylist directly arranged couple outfits for Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng. Xia Xiqing wore a haze blue sweater on the upper body, dark gray fine check suit trousers on the lower body, and combed his hair to reveal his forehead. Zhou Ziheng wore a white inner layer with gray cigarette pants and a gray-blue windbreaker as the outer layer.
After the hosts of the program finished cueing the process, the four guests came on stage together. The fans in the entire recording studio started screaming before they could even see the guests clearly. Xia Xiqing looked down at the stage and saw that the banners and light boards of the self-study CP were almost more than the fans of the two of them.
MC smiled while holding the microphone, "Let's welcome the creators of Tracking with the warmest applause. Let's start with Yang Bo and greet the audience."
The four people's positions were quite subtle. Yang Bo stood on the far left, next to Xia Xiqing. The self-study couple that the audience had expected did not stand directly together, but with Song Nian in the middle. Apart from the microphones in the hands of several MCs, there were only two microphones left for the guests. After Yang Bo finished his opening remarks, he handed the microphone to Xia Xiqing. Before Xia Xiqing opened his mouth, screams from the audience flooded over.
He smiled and briefly introduced himself into the microphone, "Hello everyone, I am Xia Xiqing."
There was another round of screams. Xia Xiqing turned her head and saw that Song Nian was holding a microphone, so she didn't pass it to him. When Song Nian introduced herself, the screams were obviously much quieter. She finished her self-introduction with a sweet smile and passed the microphone to Zhou Ziheng who was standing on the far right.
As soon as Zhou Ziheng took the microphone, screams flooded the studio. He held the microphone and said a few words, but found that no sound came out. Xia Xiqing quickly reacted and leaned forward slightly to hand the microphone to Zhou Ziheng. Who knew that such a small move would suddenly ignite the fans who had just calmed down, and screams came one after another.
Zhou Ziheng tapped his microphone and heard another voice, "Hello, can you hear me?"
A girl in the audience had a voice so loud that the entire studio could hear it clearly.
"I can't hear you!! Use Mrs. Zhou's microphone!!!"
Xia Xiqing's shoulders trembled, and several guests on the stage couldn't help laughing. Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and tried to hold back his laughter. The atmosphere in the audience was even more lively.
“Hahahahahaha…”
"Oh my goodness, sisters! The study girl is awesome!"
Seeing that Zhou Ziheng's microphone was fine, Xia Xiqing took the microphone back and teased the girl who was studying in the audience, "I was confused at first, and I thought you stole his microphone."
There was another burst of laughter from the audience.
Zhou Ziheng, who has always been considered to lack variety show sense, also joked, "My microphone doesn't work very well, it's not as good as your voice."
The microphone joke passed amid the audience's laughter and ridicule, and the program recording finally got on track. This variety show is basically based on indoor games, dividing the guests into several groups to compete with each other. The main MC took a lottery box and shook it, "There are four balls in this box, two red and two blue. Let's draw lots to divide into groups."
Yang Bo was an impatient person. He touched the ball and immediately showed it to everyone, and he couldn't wait to walk around the field.
"Okay, Yang Bo has a red ball in his hand," the main MC shook the box in his hand again, "Now let Ziheng draw."
Zhou Ziheng reached his hand in, and everyone below shouted, "Basketball, basketball, basketball!"
When he reached out his hand again, Song Nian held the microphone and said with a smile, "I have a feeling he really is a basketball player."
Yang Bo followed suit, "I have a feeling he's holding a football."
The audience burst into laughter. Zhou Ziheng raised the ball in his hand. It was indeed blue. The audience immediately burst into screams and cheers. Even the host couldn't help laughing and said, "Isn't it just a blue ball? If you didn't know, you would have thought Xi Qing had also drawn a blue ball."
“Hahahahaha… we’re halfway there!”
"Xi Qing must be blue!"
"Xi Qing Blue Ball, Xi Qing Blue Ball!"
Song Nian first took out a ball. She often appeared on variety shows and was very familiar with the routine. She took out the ball and hid it behind her back.
"The last one is left to our Xiqing." The host handed the box to Xia Xiqing. Xia Xiqing first looked inside, then pulled up his sleeves to cover his hands, took the ball out, and hid it in his hands. Yang Bo was anxious, "You two should take it out."
"Now the draw is over," the host pulled Yang Bo and Zhou Ziheng to the sides, "Those who got the red ball stand next to Yang Bo, and those who got the blue ball stand next to Ziheng."
Song Nian glanced at Xia Xiqing but didn't move. Instead, Xia Xiqing walked straight towards Zhou Ziheng amid the screams. Zhou Ziheng kept staring at him with a smile on his face and his hand holding the microphone against his chin. The screams from the audience didn't stop until Xia Xiqing stood next to Zhou Ziheng.
"Ahh my study hall is really a pair!"
"Of course we are a pair when studying!!!"
Xia Xiqing also glanced at Zhou Ziheng briefly, and thought that everything was settled. Who knew that the next second, he, who didn't have a microphone, grabbed Zhou Ziheng's wrist, and said to the microphone through his hand, "I just came here to tell you something." He looked at Zhou Ziheng, took out the red ball in his hand and smiled, "Let me have some."
“Ahhhh!”
"Oh my god, Xia Xiqing is so good!"
After saying that, Xia Xiqing left Zhou Ziheng, walked to Yang Bo, and bumped shoulders with him.
Song Nian also shrugged and came to Zhou Ziheng.
"Okay, now that the teams have been divided, let's start the game." The staff brought up a large lucky draw wheel from the backstage, and the host explained, "This wheel has many classic games from our show. Now we'll ask the guest representatives to spin the wheel and see which game they'll win."
After some discussion, a few people decided to let the leading male actor Zhou Ziheng spin the turntable. Zhou Ziheng did not refuse and stood over and turned the turntable in a very cool manner. The turntable spun for a long time before slowly stopping.
"Okay, everyone, the much-anticipated moment has finally arrived..." The host pointed at the pointer and looked at the turntable that was gradually stopping, "The game is..."
Finally, the pointer stopped in front of an orange note with four words written on it.
"You draw and I guess!"
Zhou Ziheng immediately squatted on the ground and hugged his head.
"Hahaha, God helps me!" Yang Bo laughed and hugged Xia Xiqing tightly, then took him around the venue, blew him kisses, and even acted as a host to interview him, "Xiqing, as the winner, do you have any words of thanks for winning?"
Xia Xiqing smiled seriously and said, "I want to know what the punishment is?"
The fans and audiences in the audience laughed so hard that Zhou Ziheng looked even more pitiful. The host couldn't bear to look at the result. "How about Ziheng do it again?" He asked the audience, "What do you think?"
I thought the fans in the audience would feel sorry for Zhou Ziheng and ask him to do it again, but who would have thought that most of the fans would just shout.
"don't want!!"
"this one!!"
"I'll admit defeat!"
Zhou Ziheng held the microphone and smiled helplessly, "You are all fake fans."
The so-called "You Draw, I Guess" is actually that one guest puts on headphones and turns his back to listen to music, while the other sits on a high-speed rotating seat, observing the prompt signs that may appear at any time, and presents the contents written on the prompt sign to his teammates in the form of a drawing within a limited time. The more correct guesses a teammate makes, the greater the chance of winning.
"This is probably the least suspenseful match in the history of our show." A female MC laughed.
Another MC also laughed, "Who would have thought of a painter to participate in this game of you draw and I guess?"
"Who would have thought that Ziheng would be so unlucky?"
“Hahahahahahaha…”
The game started, and the blue team stood on the game table first. Zhou Ziheng thought he had no talent for painting, so he walked to the headphones and turned his back. Song Nian sat on the chair, and she started to shout as soon as the chair turned around. Yang Bo cheered from the side, "Don't just shout and ignore the sign."
After spinning for a minute, Song Nian was so dizzy that she almost fell down when she got off the chair. Xia Xiqing, who was standing beside her, quickly helped her up. Then Song Nian successfully walked to the drawing board, picked up the pen and started to paint.
Three minutes was a short time, and Zhou Ziheng turned around as soon as the music in his headphones ended.
"Okay! Nian Nian, time's up." The host walked to the drawing board, took a look and bent over with laughter, "Nian Nian, your painting is... too abstract, Ziheng, be prepared."
Zhou Ziheng made an OK gesture, but when the drawing board was turned over, he was confused. There were some rather irregular small circles and three wavy lines drawn on the board, and a pointed mouth at the top. He had no idea what it was.
"What is this..." Zhou Ziheng's face was wrinkled. Yang Bo and Xia Xiqing were still making trouble nearby.
"You can't see that?" Yang Bo said with a smile while holding the microphone, "Two orioles are singing in the green willows."
Xia Xiqing added, "A line of egrets flew into the blue sky."
Zhou Ziheng glared at them both and sighed helplessly.
"Little bird?"
mc prompt: "Wrong!"
"Swallow?" Zhou Ziheng tried to understand the meaning of the painting. "River? There's a duck on the river? No, this wavy line is a bit short, it doesn't look like a river..."
Yang Bo began to hum, "A group of ducks swam under the bridge in front of the door. Come on, come on, count them. Two, four, six, seven, eight~" He handed the microphone to Xia Xiqing, who suppressed a laugh and said, "Go for it."
There was a burst of laughter from the audience.
"time up!"
The host finally couldn't hold it in any longer and took the cardboard and turned it over, "Ziheng, come here and take a look."
There were four big characters written on the signboard: Hens lay eggs. Zhou Ziheng almost fainted after seeing it. "Oh my god, can't you draw this egg in an oval shape? I thought it was a pebble."
"I feel so dizzy that I can't even hold the pen," Song Nian stood up and complained, "Then you can draw it later."
Zhou Ziheng turned around and glanced at Xia Xiqing, who raised an eyebrow at him, "I won't let you off, so just give up."
"Okay, now it's the Red Team!" The host restored the drawing board and said, "Let me tell you in advance that our punishment this time is going to be very severe."
There was a burst of screams from the audience, "Let it go! Let it go! Let it go! Let it go..."
Xia Xiqing smiled dotingly, "You guys are so difficult to please." Then he walked to the swivel chair.
"Games start!"
The seat turned very quickly. Xia Xiqing focused his attention on one point, avoiding dizziness to a great extent. A sign flashed in front of him with four words written on it.
Xia Xiqing even suspected that the production crew was just making decisions based on the situation. The difficulty level was totally not on the same order of magnitude!
The chair slowly stopped. Xia Xiqing steady himself by holding the railing and walked calmly to the drawing board.
"He really didn't let up. Look how steadily he walked."
“It’s like it hasn’t turned before, hahaha.”
"Dear audience members, let's take a look at Ziheng's expression."
Zhou Ziheng couldn't bear to watch and squatted down again, lowering his head and drawing circles on the ground. Xia Xiqing's hands were a little unsteady due to dizziness, so he grabbed his right wrist with his left hand and drew quickly on the drawing board.
"Five-four-three-two-one! Over!"
The host called a halt, and Xia Xiqing put down his pen, collapsed on his chair and laughed. He turned his head and saw Zhou Ziheng, who was squatting, raising his head, and the two looked at each other.
"Oh my god, Ziheng, you have to give in this time." The host held the drawing board to his chest. "I've been doing this show for so long, and this is the first time a guest has played this game like this in such a short time. There's no need to guess, even a child can guess it."
As soon as he turned on the drawing board, Yang Bo jumped three times with joy.
There was a burst of screams from the audience.
"Oh my goodness my little painter!"
“It’s such a great painting!”
On the drawing board was a dragon drawn by Xia Xiqing in the style of a cartoon sketch. It was very cute, except that it had no eyes.
Yang Bo cleared his throat and spoke in a very serious tone, "Although it has come to this, we still have to go through the process in order to respect our opponents." He smiled and gave the answer together with the audience.
“The finishing touch!”
Zhou Ziheng snatched the drawing board from the host's hand and pretended to be furious and was about to throw it on the ground. As soon as the audience started to shout, he took his hand back, touched the drawing board, stuffed it into Xia Xiqing's hand, and blinked his left eye at him with his back to the camera.
"I give up." Zhou Ziheng stood back at the blue team's position with a doting yet helpless smile on his face.
"Who can win against him?"
This sentence simply set off the entire studio, almost blowing the roof off.
The author has something to say: A new pre-collection has been opened for "Cute Allergens". This and "Everyone Except Me Is Not Human" are both pre-collection pits. This is a sweet story about childhood sweethearts in school, while "Everyone Except Me Is Not Human" is a story about monsters with a plot.
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Ever since his father brought home a mixed-race baby when he was six years old, Song Yu's life has been completely entangled with this sticky little guy who can't even speak Chinese well.
Lele: Brother, Xia Xiu Ze said he has a beautiful sister-in-law! What is a sister-in-law
Song Yu: His brother’s wife.
Lele: Shocked no! I don’t want a sister-in-law, I don’t want a sister-in-law!
Song Yu: …
Lele: I suddenly had an idea and I'll be your sister-in-law! What's wrong...
Song Yu: Please study the relationship between relatives in China carefully.
Lele: No, no, I’ll be your sister-in-law!
Song Yu: …
Lele, who had an allergic asthma attack, was taken to the hospital by Song Yu for an injection.
Lele: Brother, why am I allergic? She cried so hard.
Song Yu: I'm not your brother.
Lele: Change the subject, Brother Song Yu, what are you allergic to
Song Yu: I'm allergic to you.
Cute and healthy mixed-blood puppy is disliked by the mouth and is good-looking. He looks cool on the surface but I think he is super cute inside. He is older than me and is a cat-like top