Ji Ran ignored their disappointed eyes, held the steering wheel firmly in his hand, hooked the tip of his left finger, and pulled the window up.
"Boyfriends are boyfriends, what girlfriends are you talking about."
Qin Man sat back to his original position, only to hear such a sentence coming from his side.
He raised his eyebrows and said after a while, "You pull down the window."
Ji Ran wondered: "Why?"
"I didn't play well just now." Qin Man said, "Give me another chance."
Ji Ran: "Shut up and sit down."
There were sports cars parked outside the Mancheng Circuit. Ji Ran held the steering wheel with one hand and glanced randomly, trying to find a parking space closer to the door.
He saw a fancy bus, especially in many high-end cars.
When I took a closer look, I found that there was a support poster on the bus body.
He Suiran's big head is printed on the top, and a line of support words in uppercase and bolder is added below.
[He Suiran, the girl killer, you are the king of the city track.]
This slogan, in Ji Ran's eyes, the sand sculpture index is no less than "I am a DJ Pleasant Goat, and I am the craziest in Qingqing Grassland".
Be a good racing driver, you won't get much for the championship, you're just doing this shit.
Also occupies a parking space.
Ji Ran parked the car, and after getting out of the car, he found that the effect of He Suran on the arena was more than that.
Outside the arena, there were even a lot of entertainment media cars, and he saw several people just carrying cameras.
Although there are also regular racing competitions in China, there are not many enthusiasts due to the high cost of racing. In the past two years, the final of a fairly well-known event in the industry was held in China. The audience was full, but the media attention was not high, and there were not even a few press releases. The online live viewing is only in the early 4,000s.
Ji Ran hesitated, but turned back to the car and pulled out two masks.
I don't know if the media recognizes him, but it's better to have less. He came to see the car today and didn't want any trouble.
The two walked into the venue wearing masks and found their seats on the tickets.
In the first row of the auditorium, there is a large broadcast screen in front of them, and the most interesting corners of the entire track are also in front of them, which can be said to be the best seat in the entire auditorium.
As soon as Ji Ran sat down, the phone rang.
[Ji Wei: Father is awake, don't worry about it.]
Who cares so much.
Since he met Ji Wei in the hospital that day, the other party will send him a message every day, the content is Ji Guozheng's physical condition. Ji Ran didn't reply, but Ji Wei still insisted on posting.
Ji Ran put away the phone and looked up at the display.
Coincidentally, He Suran's preparations were being broadcast on the screen.
In the camera, He Suiran was drinking water, and when he felt the camera, he smiled subconsciously, gentle and handsome.
Ji Ran heard the screams of several girls behind him.
… The seats were good or not, but unfortunately behind them were fans of He Suiran, with banners in their hands, not sure whether they were here to watch the game or the concert.
However, it is their right to roar twice for the seats that others have bought with real money.
He was thinking about it one after another, when his face was smashed by the person next to him.
Qin Man asked, "Do you want candy?"
Ji Ran frowned: "Where did you get the candy?"
"I bought it at the supermarket yesterday." Qin Man took out a candy from his pocket and put it in his hand, "I want to smoke in the future, but I'm not around, you can eat a candy to satisfy your hunger."
"… "WTF
Really like his kid.
Ji Ran complained in his heart, then took the candy, peeled off the candy wrapper, pulled off the mask, opened his mouth, and threw the pink sphere into his mouth.
Looking up again, the camera has switched to a foreign racer.
The scale of today's game is not small, and many big-name clubs have also arranged for players to come. Ji Ran estimated that He Suiran is about fighting for three and five.
But looking at the enthusiasm of He Suiran's fans in the audience... Instead, he looks like a quasi-champion.
He Suiran should become a star, make money without training, how good it is. Ji Ran thought sincerely.
Soon, the radio rang.
Ji Ran thought that the game was about to start, after all, he stepped on the point. I didn't expect to hear it carefully, but there was a problem with some equipment in the venue, which took nearly 30 minutes to deal with, so let everyone wait for a while.
It is said to be thirty minutes, then it will take at least an hour for the official start of the game.
It was noon now, and Ji Ran had no intention of waiting in the sun, so he asked the people around him, "Go to the next coffee shop?"
"it is good."
Ji Ran just stepped off the auditorium and found that there were many people standing at the entrance of the working channel - the cameras of the media were basically gathered here.
He had a grudge against the camera during this time, and subconsciously wanted to hide, who would think that the person in the center of the crowd was faster than him.
"Ji—" He Suiran just spit out a word, when he realized that the occasion was not right, and quickly silenced.
With difficulty, he opened a way for himself with his hands, and while apologizing to the media, he chased after Ji Ran.
How could this man be so haunted.
Damn, if it hadn't been crowded with too many people, he would have left long ago. Ji Ran thought irritably.
Seeing that Ji Ran's footsteps hadn't stopped, He Suiran subconsciously reached out his hand to grab him, but some life crossed between them, He Suiran's hand did not retract, and his fingertips hit Qin Man's lower abdomen.
Qin Man smiled and patted his hand away without showing any trace: "Is something wrong?"
The media rushed in.
Ji Ran frowned and pulled the mask up a little bit.
What a meal. He knows that Ji Ran is not suitable to appear in the media's field of vision, but he doesn't want Ji Ran to leave now.
They hadn't met since the last hot spring hotel, and Ji Ran seldom replied to him.
"Long time no see." He thought for a while and said, "Where are you going?"
Ji Ran said: "Cafe."
"If you want to drink coffee, go to the lounge? I'll take you in. I brought coffee powder from abroad."
"Don't go."
"Come on, I just happen to have something to talk to you about,"
The eyes of all the media and fans fell on Ji Ran.
Everyone is curious, who is this person, and who can invite He Suiran into the lounge!
You must know that the racer's lounge will not let idle people wait in it. More importantly, this person actually refused.
The group of female fans next to him almost stared at Ji Ran.
It would be better if it hadn't been that broken variety show. Now that variety show has more than 100 million views, I don't know how many people have seen the scene where the three of them are in the same frame. Several girls looked at it and finally realized that something was wrong.
Ji Ran turned around helplessly just before they were about to solve the case: "Lead the way."
He Suiran first sent the two of them to the working channel.
Then he turned around and smiled: "I'm sorry everyone, I'm going to make preparations soon, and the interview will wait until after the game."
He didn't plan to come out at first, because the race was suddenly delayed and the audience was full of complaints. In desperation, the organizers had to ask him, the most popular racer in the country, to come out to comfort him.
The media is still pressing.
"It is rumored that you will be leaving your old club after this game. Is this true—"
"Do you have the confidence to hit the top three today?"
"Who is that person just now? Is it a staff member?"
He Suran didn't intend to answer, but when he heard the last question, he suddenly stopped.
"He's not a staff member." He Suiran said solemnly, "He's my former teammate."
This sentence caused quite a stir, and He Suiran was very satisfied with the reaction of the media.
After saying goodbye to everyone, he turned around and went back to the door, wanting to see how Ji Ran reacted. Who knew that the door was empty and no one was there.
He Suiran: "…"
The two went to the lounge early.
Seeing He Suiran come in, Ji Ran raised his eyes: "Is that group of people finished?"
"No, I'm here, there must be people outside."
Qin Man asked, "Where is the back door?"
He Suiran's expression changed and he didn't say a word.
"In order to facilitate the entry and exit of the staff, there must be a back door." Qin Man nodded, his face as usual, "I don't bother you to send it, you can point me to the way, we will leave by ourselves."
"I still have something to say to Ji Ran." He Suiran smiled and said, "If you are in a hurry, you can go first."
Qin Man sneered, and before he had time to speak, Ji Ran frowned and interrupted them: "He and I are together... Tell me, what's the matter."
He Suran sensitively sensed something was wrong.
He endured the question, turned around and said a few words to the foreign coach, then closed the door.
Only the three of them were left in the lounge.
"I heard this time that you are recruiting racers?"
Ji Ran stopped playing with his mobile phone: "Who is so broken mouth?"
"It doesn't matter who it is, it's not something to hide." He Suiran's eyes brightened, and he asked expectantly, "Are you recruiting teammates? Are you coming back to drive the car? You... "
"I didn't plan to play." Ji Ran interrupted all his fantasies.
He Suiran was startled, his expression a little shocked: "Then why did you go to them?"
He has been troubled these days.
Is he not strong enough? At home, he is already a top driver. Why didn't Ji Ran come to him, but to those unknown drivers who had never even played a race
When this matter goes through the formalities, news will definitely be leaked, and Ji Ran is too lazy to hide it: "I plan to open a club."
He Suran didn't expect this answer, opened his eyes wide, and didn't answer for a long time.
"Opening a club..." He Suiran repeated and muttered, "How could you think of this... When are you going to open it? Is there still a shortage of people?"
Ji Ran said: "It's missing. Do you have someone to recommend?"
"No." He Suran hardly hesitated, "I want to go."
Ji Ran was taken aback.
"I want to go, can I go?" He Suiran said, "The signing fee doesn't matter, I can run if I have a car..."
"Wait." Ji Ran had a headache and interrupted him, "It doesn't matter, I can't sign you."
"I said, that doesn't matter."
"No need." Ji Ran didn't wait for him to finish. "You're sick, so let Ferrari not sign me here?"
"Signing with them is for results, but signing with you, I can develop in China. Although I lost a signing fee, but advertising or something can attract more..." He Suiran quickly made an excuse.
Ji Ran looked at him coldly and said nonsense: "Continue to make up."
He Suran took a deep breath.
He glanced at Qin Man, and the other party lowered his eyes and didn't even give him a look.
He Suiran gritted his teeth and said, "I think..."
I want to be closer to you.
I want to wait for a chance.
He wasn't sure what to say for a while, but after hesitating for a few seconds, he couldn't say it anymore.
Qin Man has been listening to them quietly, without interjecting or expressing opinions.
While He Suran was silent, he calmly picked up the coffee on the table and handed it to Ji Ran.
"Don't want coffee? Try it."
He has a ring on his middle finger.
Ji Ran stretched out his hand to take it. He also had a ring on his hand. Although the rings of the two were different in style, He Suran had an inexplicable intuition.
Ji Ran used to be a mixed bag, but he never wore those fancy decorations, such as rings and earrings. He once heard Ji Ran and Yue Wenwen joking, and Ji Ran said that those things were too girly and ugly, so they never brought them.
But now, he has an extra ring in his hand.
Ji Ran took the coffee, took a sip, and urged him: "It's over."
He Suiran was speechless for a long time before he said hoarsely, "I think... I want to be on the same team with you again."
Ji Ran raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.
In his eyes, He Suiran was just a former colleague, not even a friend, and the number of chats was pitiful... Why did he keep approaching him after returning to China
He didn't know that a casual remark from himself many years ago changed the fate of others invisibly.
"I won't hire you." Ji Ran returned to his senses and said, "You should understand such a simple truth when people go to high places? My friendship with you is not deep enough to make you abandon the Ferrari contract, save it. "
He stood up, "Coffee is not good, let's go, let's go to the game."
After he finished speaking, he ignored He Suiran's retention and pulled Qin Man out of the lounge.
"Isn't it a pity?" After walking for a while, he heard the person behind him ask.
Ji Ran raised his eyebrows: "What a pity?"
"If he joins the team, it's free advertising."
Qin Man listened silently for a long time without interrupting, and it was also for this reason.
He Suiran is now the most popular driver in China. As long as he is here, if nothing else, the attention of the media and sponsors will be much higher.
So he has been restraining the urge to take Ji Ran away.
"I'm not running an entertainment company, I don't need advertisements." Ji Ran said indifferently, "And I'm not running a club for money."
He paused and corrected, "It's not all about the money."
Moreover, after thinking about it, he felt that He Suran was not quite right.
Who would give up a signing fee of tens of millions for a friend whom he has not seen for many years
In short, whether it was his narcissism or He Suran really had that thought, he didn't intend to have too much contact with the other party.
After walking around for a long time, I finally found the back door. Qin Man pushed it open and saw that there were several reporter-like people sitting in the corridor outside the door, and the cameras were still there.
Compared with the front door, there are fewer people.
Hearing the movement, the group of people looked towards them one after another. However, the two of them were wearing masks, and they didn't pay attention. Seeing that they were not players, they all looked away.
One of the reporters was sorting out the manuscript, glanced at them inadvertently, and stopped typing on the keyboard immediately.
This green hair...
He was stationed at the front door just now, and he knew that the person He Suiran brought in just now had the same hair color.
And... He remembered that in one of the recent episodes of a popular variety show, among the passers-by that attracted the attention of netizens, there was a man with dyed green hair.
He was so anxious that he couldn't put down the computer properly, so he picked up the radio pen and rushed up, making sure that his colleagues behind him couldn't see it, and blocked their way.
"Hello, are you a friend of He Suiran? Have you ever participated in the variety show "Spring Journey"?"
The reporter runs on the gossip line all the year round. He is not strong, but he is definitely not thin. As a result, the green-haired man hit him on the shoulder as he approached him, and nearly fell.
The two walked away without hearing it.
The reporter leaned against the wall with dissatisfaction on his face, and suddenly remembered something, he quickly opened the variety show, took a screenshot of the green-haired man, and tentatively asked a WeChat friend.
[Do you know this person? Do you have any idea?]
—
After coming out of the lounge, Ji Ran didn't plan to go to the cafe again. The game will start in about twenty minutes. The sun is not big today, and there are still a few cool breezes. Sitting in the auditorium will not be too hot.
Halfway through, Qin Man said he was going to buy something, Ji Ran responded and went back to the auditorium alone.
Seeing the female fan He Suiran standing still in the audience, Ji Ran still admired it.
He returned to his seat, was bored, chatted with them in the discussion group, and talked about his plan to open a club by the way.
Cheng Peng: Yes, I will be your first sponsor. Want a car or money
Yue Wenwen: Wuwuwu people have no money, but they are willing to be a racing baby for you [shy].
After Yue Wenwen finished speaking, he immediately posted a photo of a woman wearing hot shorts and holding a parasol.
Ji Ran accidentally opened it, and suddenly felt that he was watching pornography openly in public.
He turned it off in disgust.
Dad Ji: I will report it by posting a yellow picture again.
Ji Ran chatted happily and heard a few whispers from behind.
"He's so daring. My roommate, Aidou, also dyed this color before, and that time became the black history of that idol."
"Green is not good-looking, and it is difficult to control. But his shape is good, and his eyes are very good-looking... I just don't know if taking off the mouth will show the original shape."
"Did he get greened by his girlfriend? In a fit of rage...Wait, wait!" The girl seemed to find something, "Look at his hair color, doesn't he look like the passerby from "Spring Journey"?!"
Hold.
He just wants to take a good look at the car, why is there so much trouble
Ji Ran was hesitating whether to leave or not, when he felt his head heavy.
Qin Man lightly buckled the black peaked cap he just bought on his head, lowered his eyes and said lightly, "It's too sunny, so block it."
Ji Ran put on his hat and hid most of his hair, and asked him, "...you just bought this?"
Qin Man hummed: "There's nothing good-looking, I'll do it soon."
The voices of the people behind him gradually became smaller, and when the game started, there were only bursts of cheers.
It is no exaggeration to say that at least 70 to 80 percent of the people in this entire racetrack are staring at He Suran's car.
Ji Ran is that small exception.
The girl behind him: "Come on, then! This bend is so beautiful!! Ahh, then it ranks ahead of the car!!!"
Ji Ran: "No. 7 should be the first one, the French. I have heard of him since high school. He is experienced, has good reputation, and is very popular abroad... He Suran's cornering skills are not as high as his, but a little worse. , I still have to practice... Tsk, I finally passed it, He Suran should have passed it in the first two laps, but I can accept it, if he keeps it, he can probably take third place."
The female fans' eyes changed from doubt to cold, and they stared straight at Ji Ran's back. Ji Ran was unmoved and continued to explain to Qin Man.
Qin Man laughed when he heard it, put his arms around his shoulders, and embraced him: "If you speak louder, we won't be able to get out of this auditorium for a while."
"Don't be afraid." Ji Ran said, "I'll explain it for free, but they don't like it? The above explanations are not as good as I said."
Facts have proved that Ji Ran was right. The result of the competition came out. Player No. 7 was the champion, and He Suiran was the third, and stood on the podium.
When accepting the award, He Suiran frequently looked at the audience, as if he was looking for someone, and he didn't even respond when the camera arrived.
Then, his eyes stayed on a certain place, suddenly smiled, and waved his hand slightly.
"Ah, is he looking at us!" The female fans behind him were excited, "Yes! Yes! He is looking at us!! I'm so fond of fans, I love it!"
Ji Ran glanced back at He Suiran, did not give the other party any response, got up and prepared to leave.
This race was more boring than he imagined. Recently, it was the peak period for the transfer of drivers. Many drivers did not participate in this race because they were still negotiating contracts.
The auditorium was almost full, and the stairs were narrow. It was very troublesome to exit the venue. Half a minute later, Ji Ran was still trapped in the auditorium.
Finally, after finally getting out of the crowd, Ji Ran was about to say something when he glanced at the end of his eyes and saw a familiar face.
It was the reporter they met at the back door just now.
At this moment, behind the reporter was a man who was shooting with a mobile phone.
Ji Ran frowned, and wanted to leave at a faster pace, but who knew that the other party was already prepared, and quickly ran to him—
"Ji Ran! You are Ji Ran, right!? The son of the late actress Zhao Qingtong—"
Ji Ran's face sank instantly.
Qin Man pursed his lips, stood in the middle of the two first, isolated the reporter, and glanced at him coldly: "Don't shoot randomly."
They did not stop and continued to move forward. The reporter did not give up and followed suit.
At first, he only heard that the passers-by in "Spring Journey" had information, but he thought that no matter how popular he was, he was just an amateur and couldn't make any waves, so he didn't make a special trip to inquire.
Who wants to ask just now, it's really a big idea!
The insider also advised him not to get involved in this muddy water, but he was running foreign news before, and he was not afraid of this at all.
"Ji Ran, how did you meet He Suiran? Was your appearance in "Spring Journey" artificial or accidental? Are you planning to enter the entertainment industry?"
I march into your family. Ji Ran said in his heart.
"Ji Ran, we are in live broadcast now. Many netizens are waiting for your answer. Could you please reply directly? Or are you guilty?" The reporter was chasing after him. horizontal.
"Ji Ran, some netizens broke the news that you used to drink and take drugs. Is this true? It is rumored that He Suiran is abroad, and he also often gathers to take drugs. Now that you have a close relationship, can this be more confirmed—"
The audience who exited the stage were stunned, and Qi Qi stopped.
The man holding the mobile phone saw the live broadcast on the mobile phone getting more and more intense, so he hurriedly gave the reporter a wink and asked him to continue.
The reporter understands the psychology of the masses best, and the conversation changed: "Ji Ran, did you source the drugs through He Suiran? Or do you have other channels? Have you ever thought about those heroic and sacrificed drug police officers..."
Qin Man's face had completely darkened, and it was terrifyingly heavy.
The people around him also stopped following this sentence.
Ji Ran broke Qin Man's hand and finally stayed where he was. He took off his mask and asked the reporter blankly, "What did you just ask me?"
Seeing him stop, the reporter was overjoyed: "I said, did you get the drug source through He Suiran? You..."
"The source?" Ji Ran sneered and said very calmly, "The source is the eighteenth generation of your stupid ancestors, who handed it to me every night in their dreams."
The reporter was shocked.
... This is the first time he has been scolded for an interview in China.
Usually, those celebrities would not dare to tear their faces off easily when they heard the questions he uttered in gibberish.
"You... are you angry with shame??"
Ji Ran ignored him and turned to look at the man holding the phone: "Are you live streaming?"
The man nodded, protecting the phone in his hand, for fear that the other party would rush up to kill.
"How many audiences?" Ji Ran asked.
The man glanced at it: "Seven or seventy thousand."
"70,000?" Ji Ran was disgusted, "It's too little, right, which trash we-media are you?"
The man was stunned.
In the live broadcast room, the audience's barrage was swiping quickly, and the number of people poured in more and more.
"Forget it, it's okay. You raise your phone a little higher... Who can this be photographed?" Ji Ran stretched out his hands impatiently and raised the man's hands up.
Ji Ran's whole face appeared in the live broadcast room.
Many onlookers froze, and they didn't know whether to post "Drug Sima" or "So fucking handsome."
"Listen to those keyboard warriors who farted under my Weibo before."
Ji Ran looked at the camera and, to everyone's surprise, had a conversation with netizens in the live broadcast room.
"Those about school violence and bullying, put it aside for now. Here, I'm going to tell those dog things that 'real hammer' my drug addiction on the Internet - if you have the ability, you can report your father with your real name. Big, if I really take drugs, I won't be killed if I don't worry about it."
"I don't care if you spread rumors, but Dad and I also have a temper, don't stick to the bottom line, we will still be a good father and son."
"Don't think that hiding in the Internet and spreading rumors cost nothing, and it will make me unhappy. I will catch you at any time... Go to the police uncle for a circle. Do a test. When the results come out, look at your father if you don't sue you to death. ."
Almost everyone is dumbfounded.
Ji Ran's words were unpleasant, and the words used were extremely vulgar.
But this is the most arrogant way of clarification that netizens have ever seen.
The man was silent and looked down at the barrage.
All of them were "666" and "Sima Rumors". Several objections appeared, but they were quickly drowned out.
Ji Ran cursed happily.
"As for whether He Suran has taken drugs... Every driver will have a medical examination before the race. If you are curious, you may ask the team's doctor."
He nodded and simply closed the end, "Finally, salute to the anti-drug police."
As soon as Ji Ran finished speaking, Qin Man stepped forward and mercilessly covered the camera on his phone with his palm.
With gloomy eyes, he asked, "Did you turn it off yourself, or do you want to get a new phone?"
The man turned off the live broadcast angrily.
Before leaving, Qin Man took out a business card from his pocket-since Ji Ran's incident, he was afraid that it would not be handled in time, so he always carried it with him.
"This is my lawyer." He put the business card on the reporter's jacket and said lightly, "I suggest you do not make any malicious deletions in this video. For other matters, the lawyer will contact you within three days to deal with it. ."