When nursery rhyme returned to the competition venue with the half-eaten bread, the second round had already begun... Looking at the fans sitting below, holding up the fluorescent cheering cards, her heart began to feel uncomfortable again, so she didn't watch the game anymore. In the mood, I just wanted to finish the interview quickly and then go back to the base to hug her cat, so I simply went to the backstage without stopping for a second.
What she didn't expect was that she saw someone she didn't expect to appear in the backstage lounge.
"Captain?" The nursery rhyme stood at the door of the lounge, keeping the door open, "Why are you here?"
"The interview suddenly turned into a two-person interview, so here I am."
Lu Sicheng looked up from the mobile phone he was playing, and saw a person standing outside the door just like a chicken in soup. She was soaked all over, her hair was sticking to her face in a mess, and her whole body looked like she had just been fished out of the water... Lu Sicheng put down his phone and raised his eyebrows: "Why did you do this? You didn't ask someone to borrow an umbrella?"
"I borrowed it, but there was a little accident." Tong Yao pushed open the door and walked in. The air conditioner in the room made her sneeze. She sniffed, "I gave the umbrella to someone else."
Lu Sicheng brought a blanket from the rest room and threw it to her. She didn't know where to find a dry and warm handkerchief - Nursery Rhythm took the blanket and wrapped it, then wiped her hair with the handkerchief: "Where's the interviewee?"
"Waiting, I thought you wanted to watch the second game, so let them wait first." Lu Sicheng looked down at her, paused and asked, "Why didn't you watch the game?"
Nursery Rhyme's action of wiping her hair suddenly stopped.
Lu Sicheng raised his eyebrows.
The nursery rhyme quickly resumed her movements, but her head lowered a little more, "I don't want to watch it," she muttered in a low voice, "Looking at those fans, it's so uncomfortable... Why are they here? What? The hero in their heart? Or the character they imagined? In fact, the person sitting on the stage is not as great as they imagined, maybe even worse than them... "
As if the chatterbox was opened, the words were incoherent, and at the end, the voice gradually became smaller and more lost—
Until the nursery rhyme felt that the hand she was rubbing indiscriminately on her hair was grabbed by someone, she raised her head and looked at those dark brown pupils somewhat blankly.
Nursery Rhyme: "...Brother Cheng? What's wrong?"
Lu Sicheng said blankly, "I'm right to ask you this."
The nursery rhyme fell silent.
Then speak up.
"... I met the girl that day, the one from Xu Tailun. I thought she was annoying at first, but now I think she is annoying and sad as a fan," Tong Yao lowered her hand, but did not break free from Lu Sicheng's hand, "The fans' words , I always think too well about the person I like—whether it’s Xu Tailun, or us… I don’t care about the mood of the person who likes me, do whatever I want, get exposed, and be destroyed—thinking of this, I feel that this circle is really It's too unworthy of being liked by others, too…”
"It's not as bad as you think."
"… "
The nursery rhyme paused, and she raised her head.
"At least your teammates did a good job, didn't they, one or two didn't go anywhere except the base, and mixed the China Telecom base into a monk's temple," Lu Sicheng said blankly, "Everyone is very good."
"… "
This complimenting pet expression.
"Because of one or two people, it's unfair to knock over a boat of people with one shot. Did I remind you long ago?" Lu Sicheng said with a serious face, "I'm a good person."
The nursery rhyme blinked.
At this moment, she felt the hand holding her wrist tighten slightly.
"Your situation is worrying."
"… worried?"
"Before I have time to say anything, if you are desperate for this circle, it will be troublesome."
While talking, Lu Sicheng let go of Nursery Yao's hand, thought about what seemed to be wrong, and grabbed his palm again - he bent down slightly, approached the dull face, and looked deeply into those empty eyes.
"There are still good men in this circle. They are handsome and rich. They play games well and don't become fans. They regard the base as a monk's temple. Every morning, they just need to read a heart sutra."
"… Who?"
"I."
"… "
"So," the man pursed his lips slightly, the corners of his lips tightened, and those dark brown pupils narrowed slightly, "I'll ask again what I asked the other day, do you want to try it?"
Nursery Rhyme's whole brain stopped.
Just asking reflexively—
"… try what?"
"I."