The day when I fell in love with my deadly enemy

The spotlight kept flickering in front of his eyes, and Lin Baisheng's ears were filled with the sound of snapping pictures and various unbearable voices of questioning.

A reporter asked loudly with malicious intentions, "Miss Lin, we have asked so many questions, please respect our reporter's work, and answer it anyway."

As soon as the reporter finished speaking, he got the support of other reporters, "Yes, what kind of quality, all the interviewers answered the questions fluently, why is this Ms. Lin like a boring gourd?"

"Sure enough, it belongs to the junior student. It's really embarrassing to not be able to get on the stage."

"Yeah, I really don't understand. Why do you sign up for this grand prix if you don't have the skills? Are you kidding me? I guess I stepped on the iron plate this time, and the sponsor's father can't ask her."

"Cut! This kind of woman has no breasts, and there is nowhere to see her body except her legs. I really don't know what the benefactor behind her likes her!"

A wretched fat man squeezed forward at this time, "Someone has special hobbies, tsk tsk tsk, these legs are thin and long, and they are very strong."

The words under the stage became more and more filthy, Lin Baisheng's face was completely drained of blood, mistress, illegitimate daughter, benefactor, Balabala's vocabulary was unbearable.

The more Lin Baisheng didn't want to hear these words, the more clearly these words penetrated into her ears, hitting her eardrums with pain.

Tong Wei was sitting in the rest room at the moment, looking at the information reposted on the wall, a sneer sneered from the corner of her mouth, "Sure enough, I'm vulnerable, a grass chicken is a grass chicken, don't think that signing up for a grand prix is ​​a phoenix, hum!"

Tong Wei was satisfied, she glanced at the TV screen, and left the lounge without looking back.Lin Baisheng made himself like this, this grand prix, he can't turn over anyway, so he has nothing to worry about.

As the last contestant, Lin Baisheng is in an anxious confrontation with the collective media staff.

She looked at the crowd of human heads and machines under the stage, and felt a twinge of pain in her heart.

She clutched her heart and wanted to leave this place immediately, but the road ahead was blocked by reporters, and her legs suddenly lost strength, unable to take this difficult step.

The supporters of the grand prix originally had an attitude of watching the excitement and kept watching from the sidelines, but the reporters didn't give up as soon as they saw it.

The host was asked to control the situation immediately and save Lin Baisheng from an embarrassing situation.

Although he was unwilling, he still had to listen to the boss's orders, and the host, who had always remained neutral, reluctantly came over, "Thank you for your attention to our Design Grand Prix and our participants. The current round of reporter Q&A is coming to an end, and once again I would like to express my gratitude to the media for their presence."

The beautiful host took Lin Baisheng's arm, and signaled her to return to the lounge from the backstage lounge passage, and signaled the media to focus on the judges' seats.

A few understated words instantly rescued the embarrassing situation brought by Lin Baisheng, and the means were really good.

Lin Baisheng walked through the aisle and the lounge in a daze, his eyes glazed over and his thoughts wandering.

"A Sheng, how is it?" Lin Jinhuan has been wandering around the only exit of the lounge since he was taken out of the lounge by the staff, in order to be able to see Lin Baisheng's figure at the first time.

She strode forward to meet Lin Baisheng, and just touched Lin Baisheng's arm, and suddenly felt something was wrong, "Why are you shaking? A Sheng, tell me, what happened in there just now?" Lin Jinhuan asked anxiously, but Lin Baisheng was still immersed in her own world, without saying a word.

Lin Jinhuan had no choice but to grab a staff member in the rest area, "Hello, what happened inside just now? Please tell me, please!"

The staff in the rest area rolled their eyes and looked like a country bumpkin, "Who knows where she got it wrong, maybe she was frightened by the reporter's question, it's embarrassing, thanks to sister Linda who helped her out of the siege , Otherwise, our opening party will be messed up by her."

Lin Jinhuan looked at the attitude of the staff, although she was dissatisfied with her slander of Lin Baisheng, but without any information, she could only be low-key, and asked patiently, "Excuse me, which reporters say what?" I'm sorry to trouble you!"

"The reporter asked so many questions. How do I know? If you want to know what the reporter asked, it's easy to do. Go ahead and ask yourself." After speaking, he looked disdainful and left.

Lin Jinhuan was shut down, and Lin Baisheng was unusually quiet, so she couldn't help feeling anxious, "A Sheng, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me..."

There were people coming and going at the scene, and many passers-by and staff looked at Lin Baisheng with strange eyes, which made her feel bad.

Lin Jinhuan's many years of crisis response experience made her realize that something bad must have happened to Lin Baisheng inside, and the people here are extremely unfriendly to them.She thought about it secretly, and decided to take Lin Baisheng to a quiet place first, to avoid a noisy environment that would be detrimental to her mental health.

Back in a private space, Lin Jinhuan pulled Lin Baisheng to sit down, and softly comforted: "Okay, calm down, don't worry."

Like a mother, she held Lin Baisheng's head in her arms, gently stroking and comforting her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'll always be here, when you want to say it, and if you want to say it, you can talk to me again." Let me tell you, what happened?"

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the room was so quiet that one could hear a needle drop to the ground. Finally, when the first rays of sunset came into the room through the glass window, Lin Baisheng sobbed and cried out.

Finally crying, Lin Jinhuan's heart sank halfway. For Lin Baisheng who was once severely depressed, holding back and enduring unpleasant things was not good for her psychological healing.

This cry was the herald that she was relaxed and willing to open her heart.

"Okay, it's fine. If you don't like that grand prix, then don't participate. Our Asheng is very good. I just know it. I don't need to prove it to the world."

Lin Baisheng clutched his chest, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, my heart hurts, it hurts, it hurts."

Lin Jinhuan was so frightened that he took out his mobile phone, "Why don't we go to the hospital right away, does your chest hurt?"

Shaking his head, "It hurt a lot just now, but it doesn't hurt now, but I still feel pain."

Lin Jinhuan looked at the pear blossoms crying with rain and Lin Baisheng whose words were illogical, and shook his head helplessly.

I have started acting like a baby, and it seems that there are no major psychological problems, but I don't know if after this time, there will be any psychological shadow or trauma.

Sensing that the problem was a bit tricky, Lin Jinhuan took out his mobile phone, with a look of hesitation, as if his heart was wavering.