The total length of the interview customized by Manju Entertainment and Penguin Music for Qi Cong is one hour. Except for the time of playing mv and vlog, the real interview time is about forty minutes.
The interview is divided into three parts, the first part is Qi Cong's self-introduction and personal experience interview, the second part is the promotion of "Rebirth", and the third part is Qi Cong's talent show and interaction with the audience.
Among these three parts, Manju requires that the first part and the third part should account for more than 70% of the time. They hope that the host can explore and show Qi Cong's advantages through these two parts. , Let the audience understand the real Qi Cong in an all-round way, and wash away the negative impression of Qi Cong in the public's mind because of the chaos of eating melons some time ago.
In order to achieve this goal, the entire interview team of Penguin Music has prepared five interview plans for today's interview, and has drawn up nearly 20 rescue records "in case Qi Cong said the wrong words and has a particularly difficult personality" , and also prepared more than ten ways to increase the popularity of the live broadcast room, including lottery draws, using internal accounts to brush gifts to bring popularity, and going to other platforms to drain traffic.
Because of the particularity of Qi Cong's personal experience, they even specially dispatched a professional field control team to watch the scene in the live broadcast room. Remarks that will affect the mood of the guests and the atmosphere of the live broadcast room.
Then today, the corporate music team finds most of their preparations superfluous.
When the live broadcast first started, there were indeed some bad comments on the barrage, and the live broadcast room was not very popular, but only halfway through the MV of "Rebirth", those bad comments disappeared on their own. Most of the time, when the MV finished playing and the vlog started to play, 99% of those bad comments had disappeared, and the remaining 1% was completely unbearable by other viewers.
The task of "cleaning up the impression" that they expected to use the entire interview to complete, was completed by themselves only after the MV and vlog were played, and they didn't need to worry about it at all.
There is also the issue of the popularity of the live broadcast room. Since the MV was played, the popularity of the live broadcast room has been steadily increasing, and it began to soar rapidly in the last few minutes of the vlog broadcast, and now it has directly exceeded 10 million with Qi Cong's appearance. Mark, rose to the top of Penguin Music's live broadcast chart.
You must know that they are just a music platform. The popularity of the music live broadcast room usually only hovers at the million level unless a big celebrity is present. Qi Cong's popularity is almost as popular as when Shen Jia was present last time.
There is also the problem of Qi Cong's lack of experience, inexperience, and difficult personality, which they were most worried about before their general plan...
The staff looked at and naturally started a topic with the host after the self-introduction. They were neither too talkative nor too dull, neither too passive nor too expressive. Although they didn't smile all the time, the whole aura was very impressive. Qi Cong, who felt that the ten people were relaxed and comfortable, and would cooperate with the host to adjust the rhythm of the interview without a trace, was silent.
To be honest, this is the first time they have seen such a prudent newcomer interviewing guests. What is even more rare is that Qi Cong's prudence reveals the naturalness brought out by the good upbringing and self-discipline in his bones, which will only make people feel Appropriate and comfortable, it will not make people feel inconsistent and embarrassed.
Everyone couldn't help sighing in their hearts for the first time today, Qi Cong is really a very good person.
In the corner of the interview hall, the program planner of Penguin Music couldn't help but leaned over to Zhao Zhenxun and said in a low voice, "This person you signed has something to say."
Zhao Zhenxun was very familiar with the other party, and after a quick glance at him, he returned his gaze to Qi Cong, who was following the host's guidance and brought the topic to the past, and replied, "He is a good seedling, don't believe those messy people outside. thing."
The general planner understood it, and looked at Qi Cong. After a few seconds, he looked at the side screen following the conversation between Qi Cong and the host, and unconsciously, from the full screen, "Woo woo woo", "Come on Qi Cong" and "Jiang Zhaoyan damn it!" ", it became "Hmmmm, it's really over, we have to look forward" "??? Does Haicheng still have such a custom?" "Hahaha, die of laughter, is Qi Cong joking?" The barrage couldn't help it again, and asked Zhao Zhenxun: "Qi Cong is... to appease the emotions of the audience in the live broadcast room?"
Others may not see it, but he has been in this business for a long time. With a little attention, it can be seen that since the appearance, Qi Cong has been intentionally or unintentionally using words and body expressions to hint and appease the audience's emotions, and euphemistically tell the audience that he is now. Very good, normal and healthy, trying to extract the audience's emotions from the previous vlogs and mv, and bring them into the interview itself.
- This person should be trying to appease the audience's emotions, so that the audience can get to know him in a more comfortable and unburdened way in a more peaceful emotional state.
Zhao Zhenxun also found out what Qi Cong was doing, frowned suspiciously, and replied, "He is a person who doesn't want to burden the people around him."
But such a person made a request not to return Guan Gu Xun, which was a bit strange.
And now Qi Cong is working too hard, he seems to want to keep every viewer who enters the live broadcast room as much as possible.
This is not right.
Qi Cong worked very hard before, but at that time Qi Cong's efforts were steady and restrained. But now, Qi Cong's efforts have begun to reveal a hint of urgency. He clearly hopes that more people can see him, pay attention to him, and get to know him.
Although this urgency is very subtle and not annoying, and it is actually beneficial to Qi Cong's artist development, but considering Qi Cong's physical condition, the timing of this urgency and the signal it represents really make people have to worry.
Zhao Zhenxun thought about it, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Gu Xun.
The popularity of the live broadcast room has been steadily increasing. With the in-depth conversation between the host and Qi Cong, the atmosphere in the barrage area has become more and more harmonious and lively.
At the same time on Weibo, topics such as #qiconglive#, #qicongfasong#, #qicongvlog# also appeared one after another, and the ranking gradually increased.
The public is gradually getting to know the real Qi Cong.
Everything went smoother than Zhao Zhenxun expected, but Zhao Zhenxun was not in a good mood. After reading Gu Xun's reply, he couldn't help walking to the corner, called Gu Xun, and asked, "What did you say you wanted to do? Take care of Qi Cong?"
Gu Xun's calm voice came: "Well."
Zhao Zhenxun felt a headache and asked, "Do you know how much impact this will have on Qi Cong?"
"I know, but the impact is definitely smaller than if Qi Cong didn't return to me."
This is indeed true, Gu Xun taking care of Qi Cong, and Qi Cong not returning to Gu Xun, the two must be that the former has less negative impact on Qi Cong. Zhao Zhenxun was silent for two seconds and said, "I can convince Qi Cong that I have the right to manage his artist account."
"You can't convince him, and I don't want to force him."
"But-"
"Zhao Zhenxun, he should know the real me too."
Zhao Zhenxun shut up.
Gu Xun's tone was very low, showing a bit of incomprehensible blandness: "I will give him everything he wants. You tell him for me, on the 10th, I will be waiting for him at Nanyang Cinema, Jingyang District, Beishi. , this is what he promised me, he must do it, otherwise I will never get together with him."
The call was hung up, Zhao Zhenxun put down his phone, looked at Qi Cong who was playing a small game with the host according to the procedure in the center of the interview hall, raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows.
What are these things.
At nine o'clock in the evening, the interview ended in the audience's unfinished and reluctant mood.
At 9:20, Qi Cong said goodbye to the enthusiastic Penguin Music staff, left the Penguin Music interview hall in a warm atmosphere where the program exceeded expectations, and got into the car back to the Shang County era.
It wasn't until the door was closed that Qi Cong's tense nerves finally loosened, leaning back in the seat for a while.
In the interview just now, he should have done a good job of letting the audience know the real him... He was afraid that his performance would be too offensive, so today I only deepened the impression that he has recovered and is mentally sound, and I don't know the effect. how.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Don't be in a hurry, take it step by step, too fast will backfire. This interview will let everyone know that he is already healthy. When there is an event next time, he will…
boom.
After Zhao Zhenxun, Qi Cong stepped into the car, closed the door and said to Qi Cong, "Let's talk."
coming.
Qi Cong remembered the willful request he made to Zhao Zhenxun before the interview, and sat up straight and nodded: "Okay."
However, Zhao Zhenxun did not mention what Qi Cong was thinking, but said: "This interview was very successful, and the data fed back from all aspects are very good. I just had a chat with the program planner, and he said that he would integrate today's news as soon as possible. Details of the gift, and then get together with Manju to exchange the gifts received today with various materials to donate to poor children in your name."
Qi Cong was stunned for a moment, then nodded to show his understanding, and said, "This arrangement is good." Then he continued to look at Zhao Zhenxun.
Zhao Zhenxun looked back at the driver who had come up, and his voice slowed down a bit: "We will talk about other things when we go home, it is inconvenient here. Qi Cong, about some of your thoughts, I hope you can go home on the way home. Think carefully again."
They went back to the nanny car they had taken when they came. At this time, the stylist and makeup artist were getting into the car with their packed things one after another. It was really inconvenient to talk.
Qi Cong nodded and leaned back into the chair again.
Forty minutes later, the car drove into the gate of Shangjun Times Community. Zhao Zhenxun sent away all the staff and escorted Qi Cong upstairs alone.
After entering the door, Zhao Zhenxun asked directly: "Have you considered it? Are you sure you don't want to go back to Gu Xun?"
Qi Cong made preparations for a long time. Hearing that, he nodded and replied with certainty, "I think about it, I don't want to."
Zhao Zhenxun looked at Qi Cong for a few seconds. He didn't look angry as Qi Cong expected, but asked, "Why? Give me a reason."
Reason... Qi Gong loosely clenched his fist, rubbed the wound on his palm, and replied, "I just don't want to have anything to do with him. Brother Zhao, I have no future with him, so it's better to stop the loss in time."
"Then do you understand, you don't want to have anything to do with Gu Xun anymore, what kind of impact will it have on your career development?"
"I understand." Qi Cong lowered his head slightly and said, "Brother Zhao, I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble again. Because of the loss and trouble that my willfulness caused to the company and you, I can compensate from other places. Change the contract share, Increasing the workload, or consuming my personal experience… I can accept anything and do it as long as it benefits the company.”
Zhao Zhenxun confirmed: "As long as you no longer have anything to do with Gu Xun?"
Qi Cong confirmed: "As long as there is no more relationship with Gu Xun."
Zhao Zhenxun looked at Qi Cong, shook his head suddenly, and said, "Do you have to do this? In the entertainment industry, there are many people who no longer contact or even make bad friends in private, but they still pretend to be friendly friends, lovers, and partners."
"It must be done to this point." Qi Cong thought of Gu Xun's appearance when they first met again. His emotions were fluctuating, but he was severely suppressed by him, and his tone became more and more certain, "It must be like this."
If not, Gu Xun will definitely not give up. Instead of letting Gu Xun be dragged by him with the feeling of liking him, it is better to be unfeeling and break Gu Xun's thoughts earlier.
And he was also afraid that when he lost control of his body again, Gu Xun would be forced to become a "madman" and a "criminal" by disguising him as a "dream" again.
Gu Xun shouldn't be involved in this battle.
Zhao Zhenxun didn't speak anymore, Qi Cong didn't speak anymore, the room was quiet.
After more than ten seconds, Zhao Zhenxun spoke first and said, "Gu Xun is right, I really can't convince you."
Qi Cong was stunned for a moment and looked at Zhao Zhenxun: "You—"
Zhao Zhenxun said frankly: "I'm sorry, because I think your current state is not right, so I told Gu Xun about your decision. He said that he would shut you down. Qi Cong, your willfulness, Gu Xun will help you take care of it. ."
Qi Cong's eyes widened.
"Gu Xun also asked me to tell you that on the 10th, Nanyang Cinema, Jingyang District, Beishi, you have to do what you promised him, otherwise he won't get together with you." Zhao Zhenxun picked up the one on the shoe cabinet. Looking at Qi Cong with the car key, "Qi Cong, I don't know what you are worrying about, but I suggest you and Gu Xun have a good talk."
The door opened and closed, and Zhao Zhenxun left.
Qi Cong stood at the entrance for a long time, then suddenly squatted down, raised his hands to cover his face, and his fingertips turned white.
A few minutes later, Qi Cong got up and walked quickly to the bathroom, twisting the sprinkler and standing under the water. After drenching for a few seconds, he seemed to have thought of something, and he hurriedly turned off the shower, quickly took off his wet clothes, and wiped the water droplets on his head with a towel.
Don’t catch cold, don’t get sick, pay more attention—
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw himself with bruised scars on his shoulders in the mirror, his eyes were flushed and his expression was embarrassed, his movements froze, he slowly put down the towel, twisted the shower again, and turned it to hot water.
The warm water poured down, he closed his eyes and forced himself to slow down his breathing.
Don't think about it, can't think about it anymore, I don't have time to think about that now. He still has a lot of things to do, he has to pay off his debts, settle his parents as soon as possible, and give everyone a vaccination in advance... If the final result is really nothing, he has to make sure that when he leaves, everyone's life will return. on track.
So, don't think about it, it's useless.
After taking a bath, Qi Cong went to the living room to drag a suitcase, took out the laptop from it and started coding. At eleven o'clock, Qi Cong closed the document and began to write a suicide note.
After writing it, it was already half past eleven. After Qi Cong carefully confirmed that there was nothing in the suicide note that might cause the tasker to endanger his parents, Shen Jia and others, he clicked Save, applied for a new mailbox, and then entered five copies in Qi Cong. Yin, Lin Hui, Shen Jia, Zhao Zhenxun... and Gu Xun's email addresses, upload the content, choose to send the email regularly, set the time to 8:00 am tomorrow, and then erase all the login information of this new email.
If he wakes up tomorrow and he is no longer him, then these suicide notes will be sent out on time telling everyone - he is sick and dangerous, lock him up and don't agree to any of his demands.
The "Rebirth" released today will also be his last song. As long as Zhao Zhenxun sells it well, the income from this song should be enough to pay off the debt owed to Shen Jia and save a little pension for his parents.
After repeatedly making sure that everything was arranged properly, Qi Cong set the alarm clock and lay down on the bed.
The room was very dark, and Qi Cong suddenly thought of Gu Xun again, and couldn't help looking to the right side of the bed.
There were no windows, no big cat pillow across from the window, and no people in the room behind the pillow. There is only one wall, and the landscape paintings hanging on the wall.
"Good night."
Qi Cong retracted his gaze and closed his eyes.
At seven o'clock in the morning, Qi Cong was woken up from a dream by the alarm clock. The first moment he opened his eyes, he sat up and moved his hands and feet.
There is no hindrance to the movement, he is still him, and his body still belongs to him.
The tense nerves slowly relaxed, Qi Cong raised his hand and pressed his swollen forehead, and smiled: "It seems that your efforts yesterday also failed."
He put down his hands and lifted the quilt, got out of bed, walked to the window and opened the curtains, letting the morning light shine on him, and said, "Then just keep watching me compress your space a little bit."
At nine o'clock in the morning, Zhao Zhenxun drove to pick up Qi Cong to go to the recording studio contacted by the "Qinggu Zhuan" crew to record the episode "Delusion".
On the way to the recording studio, Zhao Zhenxun gave Qi Cong a list.
"You have to have a personal assistant to help you handle chores. These are a few people I think are more reliable. You can choose one. People like stylists, makeup artists and publicists will be arranged for you as soon as possible. I will assemble the team for you before entering the group and filming."
Qi Cong swept the list of people, chose a male assistant who looked more stable, and said to Zhao Zhenxun: "Brother Zhao, if possible, I hope you can arrange as much work for me as possible. Also, I have all The income from artist activities does not need to go through my hands, it’s good to just hit my parents’ card.”
Zhao Zhenxun looked at Qi Cong through the rearview mirror, without asking more, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll make arrangements."
"Delusion" is a song with the theme of love and not being able to. The whole song is full of sadness and despair. It is difficult to sing and has certain requirements for the singer's emotional expression ability.
Everyone did not expect that this song, which was originally expected to take three days to record, was recorded in less than a day by Qi Cong.
Not to mention his singing skills, but only in terms of emotional expression, Qi Cong seemed to be possessed by a singer, and he sang every sentence with full emotion, as if there was such a hopeless "delusion" in his heart.
When the recording of the song was completed, everyone was applauding Qi Cong's excellent performance. Everyone was happy that their work could be done so efficiently. Only Zhao Zhenxun frowned.
He looked at Qi Cong in the recording studio who took off his earphones and lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly. He found an excuse to leave the recording engineer and music producer who wanted to talk to Qi Cong, and bought a little space for Qi Cong to be alone.
At the end of the day's work, Zhao Zhenxun said to Qi Cong: "The work is completed ahead of schedule, and you are free on the 8th and 9th. I will see if I want to insert another job for you, and I have made an appointment for you to check. , Tomorrow afternoon. You were discharged from the hospital in a hurry yesterday, and I have to make sure that you are indeed healthy. "
Qi Cong withdrew and unconsciously lost his thoughts, looked at Zhao Zhenxun, and nodded: "Okay."
"Gu Xun took down your artist Weibo after the MV of "Rebirth" was popular yesterday."
Qi Cong paused and didn't answer.
"You didn't read Weibo, did you?"
I really didn't see it. I don't have time to watch it, nor... I don't want to watch it.
Qi Cong still didn't answer, acquiesced.
"You should check it out. Gu Xun posted a Weibo post after he unblocked you, and changed his Weibo profile picture and Weibo background to minimize the negative impact he might have on you when he unblocked you. ."
Qi Cong was stunned and looked up at Zhao Zhenxun.
Zhao Zhenxun said: "Qi Cong, I don't know what you are worried about, but running away can't solve the problem."
After returning home, Qi Cong sat on the sofa in the living room for a long time, until his body began to feel stiff, so he leaned over to pick up the mobile phone on the coffee table and clicked on Weibo.
He searched and entered Gu Xun's Weibo homepage, and he saw a familiar blue sky and white clouds - the blue sky and white clouds in which the birds fluttered in the MV of "Rebirth".
Suppressed by deliberately ignoring all kinds of information, Qi Cong blinked forcefully and looked at Gu Xun's newly changed avatar.
A corner of the familiar bird's nest lay there quietly, empty inside, as if waiting for someone to stop and perch.
Behind the avatar, looking back at the id of Hua Cong, a Weibo post from last night was lying on the top with only six words: Waiting for you to be full of wings.
Qi Cong threw away his phone, and at a certain moment he had an urge to go to Gu Xun, to tell him everything, to apologize for all the hurtful words he said that day, and to hug Gu Xun tightly and never let go.
Then, he grasped the wound in his palm, forcefully and viciously.
Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it anymore, Gu Xun shouldn't be involved in all of this, don't think about it... He picked up his phone again, made sure that he was logged in to the author's account, the author's account. Weibo told Gu Xun not to wait any longer, and stopped abruptly halfway through the call, as if afraid of something, and put the phone away.
no. I can't give Gu Xun a response, no response in any form, no.
He suddenly got up again, went back to the room and moved the computer to turn it on, then went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water, sat in front of the computer, opened the document and started coding.
It's okay, time will dilute everything. He still has a lot to do, and he doesn't have time to think about it.
The fingers began to dance quickly on the document, and after ten minutes, the fingers suddenly stopped. Qi Cong got up and picked up the phone, opened Weibo, deleted the unedited Weibo word by word, then clicked on Gu Xun's homepage, stared at the sign of mutual concern, and was stunned for a while, then exited and chose to log out. Mushuisheng Fengyuegu this account.
The next afternoon, Qi Cong saw the new assistant who drove him to the hospital for an examination. The new assistant's name is Yang Shun. He is twenty-four years old, two months younger than Qi Cong. He speaks less and is more honest.
Although there was not much possibility, Qi Cong still tested Yang Shun by chatting on the way to the hospital.
Yang Shun didn't notice anything, he just thought that Qi Cong wanted to know more about him, so he didn't know what to say.
Qi Cong gradually felt relieved - Yang Shun's gesture and expression when he recalled the past were very natural and real, and he should not have been preempted by the tasker.
A few minutes later, when the hospital arrived, Qi Cong unexpectedly found out that the hospital that Zhao Zhenxun arranged for his examination was actually the private hospital he went to when he had a psychological evaluation last time.
Yang Shun explained: "Brother Zhao said that it is better to find a new student than a familiar one, so I arranged this place for you."
It turned out to be so.
Qi Cong put on his hat and got out of the car, and Yang Shun, who got off the car a step back, said, "You don't need to use honorific titles, just call my name."
In the end, Yang Shun compromised between honorary titles and names, and chose to call him Qi Cong like Xiao Han and the others. Qi Cong acquiesced.
As soon as the examination was done, Qi Cong found that in addition to some routine physical examinations, there were also some mental examinations. Old foreign doctor.
Qi Cong guessed that Zhao Zhenxun was worried about his previous state in the hospital, so he did not ask any further questions and completed all the inspection items cooperatively.
After the examination, the old doctor left Qi Cong alone to chat for a while. The old doctor's Chinese was good and he was very humorous. Qi Cong and each other had a good chat.
Before leaving, the old doctor suddenly said: "Mr. Qi, don't close yourself too much. If you encounter difficulties, you can try to seek help from the people around you, it won't hurt them."
Qi Cong was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he had revealed a lot of his inner emotions to the old doctor unknowingly. He quickly calmed down, smiled at the old doctor, and left.
The detailed examination results will not come out until tomorrow. After Qi Cong and the old doctor chatted, they took Yang Shun directly out of the hospital.
When the car left the street where the hospital is located, Yang Shun suddenly said, "I heard that Director Nan Ting lives in this community, and some paparazzi filmed Gu Xun coming to this community to find him. I also heard that Director Nan Ting lives in this community. There is a new movie to be released, and I don’t know what the theme will be this time.”
Hearing Gu Xun's name suddenly, Qi Cong was stunned. He instinctively looked at the building outside, and then slowly retracted his gaze after a few seconds, not answering the topic.
In the hospital, after Qi Cong left, the old doctor made a call.
"How is it?" Gu Xun's voice came from the phone immediately.
The old doctor sighed and replied, "This little guy you miss is not in a good condition."
…
Considering that Qi Cong had just been discharged from the hospital, Zhao Zhenxun finally did not add extra work to Qi Cong on the 9th, and only let Qi Cong rest well.
Although Zhao Zhenxun didn't say it clearly, Qi Cong could understand that Zhao Zhenxun hoped that he could use the free time of the day to think about and sort out his mood, and then go to see Gu Xun on the 10th.
Qi Cong didn't take Zhao Zhenxun's suggestion, and immediately blocked everything in reality after getting up on the 9th, throwing himself into the world of "Chivalry".
The sun rose and set, and when it was getting dark, Qi Cong was awakened from the world of "Chivalry" by the alarm clock, got up and went to the kitchen to carefully prepare a nutritionally balanced dinner and fed his stomach.
While washing the dishes, Qi Cong heard the phone ringing in the restaurant outside, and hurriedly wiped the water off her hands and went out to pick up the phone on the dining table. Seeing that it was a call from a strange number, she paused. , connect the call, and put the phone to your ear.
"gurgling."
Gu Xun's voice came from the receiver. It was obvious that he had not been in contact for a few days, but it seemed like he hadn't heard this voice for a century.
Reason told Qi Cong that he should hang up the phone immediately, but his emotions made him unable to take off the phone for a long time. His Adam's apple rolled, and the hand holding the phone tightened, trying to suppress his breathing, for fear of accidentally leaking a voice and breaking the silence that greed kept at this moment.
Gu Xun called out and didn't speak again, as if waiting for a response from here. A few seconds later, Gu Xun's voice came again: ""Reborn" has reached the top of the new song hit list, and your Weibo fans have also risen to 2 million, congratulations."
Qi Cong turned his head sideways, took off the phone, and wanted to hang up with trembling fingers.
"Gongmong, Nanyang Cinema tomorrow, see you..."
beep.
The finger finally hit the hang up key.
Qi Cong stared straight at the page where the call ended. What she thought was to add this number to the blacklist, she moved her finger over, but shrank back.
what to do.
what to do.
He crouched down, rested his head on the leg of the dining table, and bumped his forehead lightly.
What to do.
The phone rang again, Qi Cong covered her ears, and after a few seconds she couldn't help raising her hand and beat her head hard.
It would be nice to be able to drive this thing out, and it would be nice to completely destroy that weird ball.
Why him.
Why him.
I don't know how long the phone rang, but Qi Cong gradually became quiet. Leaning on the legs of the dining table, he tilted his head slightly, looking out at the boundless night outside through the dining room window.
As it approached midnight, Qi Cong suddenly sat up straight as if he had woken up from a dream.
There are three missed calls, all from unfamiliar numbers.
Qi Cong scratched it unconsciously, and found something was wrong.
Why are the three missed calls coming in from two numbers? And only the first missed call was from Gu Xun using a strange number from Beishi, and the remaining two strange numbers belonged to Haicheng.
Haicheng.
Qi Cong frowned, then his eyes turned cold a little.
I almost forgot that besides one tasker, there was also a "seed" who had brought him to this point.
He looked coldly at the two missed calls from Haicheng, and whispered, "The seeds...how can they be considered to be raised..." and how can they be considered completely scrapped.
He locked his phone and walked back to his room.
The calendar turns to a new page. Qi Cong got up early, then set the alarm clock as usual, and turned on the computer code.
Time passed little by little, and the words on the document were typed and deleted, deleted and typed. At half past eleven, the alarm clock rang, Qi Cong deleted the typo, turned off the alarm clock, and got up to go to the kitchen to make lunch.
At half past twelve, Qi Cong went back to the computer and sat down.
Beyed, deleted, deleted and played, at two o'clock in the afternoon, there was no ignition of the ringtone. Qi Cong's hands froze, his eyes shifted to the phone and then quickly retracted, forcing himself to focus back on the computer.
The bell stopped after ten seconds of ringing, and then rang again.
Five minutes later, Qi Cong finally couldn't hold back and focused his eyes on the phone, and then the soft expression on his face quickly froze.
The strange number flashing on the screen called from Haicheng.
Qi Cong looked at the document with zero progress today, closed the document, picked up the phone and connected the call.
"Hey."
"Qi Cong, we have to meet, I know you are in Beishi, and I'm also there." Jiang Zhaoyan's voice came, speaking very fast, as if afraid that Qi Cong would hang up, "Don't miss me, if you don't If you show up, the news that Gu Xun once kidnapped me and you will be posted on Weibo tomorrow."
Qi Cong clenched his teeth sharply, then released his restraint, and replied, "Okay, I see you, where are you."
Jiang Zhaoyan reported an address, Qi Cong wrote it down and hung up the phone, got up, put his things in his backpack, and turned to go out.
A minute later he turned back, took off a craft decorative dagger hanging on the wall by the head of the bed, and put it in his backpack as well.