I'm not a drama god

Yang Xiao hung up the phone.

Lu Xun and Su Zhiwei, who were not far away, were still using various means to try to intimidate the college students, but no matter how ferocious they were, the other party just wouldn't give in, and looked like they were ready to do whatever they wanted.

"...Okay, stop struggling." Yang Xiao walked forward and said.

Lu Xun wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"What did Director Chen say?"

"He has set off for Wushan first. Let's meet him there."

"Wu Shan..."

When he heard the name, something strange flashed in Lu Xun's eyes.

"what happened?"

"Nothing. My mother is from Wushan. I stayed there for a while when I was a child. It can be considered as half of my hometown." Lu Xun sighed. "After my mother died of illness, I thought I would never go back in this lifetime, but I didn't expect..."

"Then this trip to Wushan can be regarded as a revisit to an old place..." Su Zhi smiled.

"Director Chen is not here, it seems we can only count on Director Lu."

"Then how should he deal with it?" Yang Xiao looked at the college student who was pretending to be dead.

"We can't get any information out of him, and it's a hindrance to keep him with us. If we tie him up and take him on the high-speed train, they might arrest us as human traffickers." Lu Xun waved his hand.

"Knock him out, tie him to a tree, and leave it to fate."

Zhou Liang, who was pretending to be dead, opened his eyelids slightly when he heard this.

Su Zhiwei walked over with an expressionless face, moving his fingers and making a clicking sound, while clenching his fist with a cold face... The next second, a whistling fist rapidly enlarged in front of his eyes!

boom--

Zhou Liang’s eyes suddenly went dark.

……

hum.

The train sped out of the dark tunnel.

The darkness quickly receded like a shadow, and the lush mountain scenery was reflected on the bright and large car window. In the reflection of the glass, a figure wearing red earrings was looking out the window calmly.

Opposite him, Sun Bumian, who was wearing a Tang suit, yawned lazily.

"...You keep a straight face all the time, aren't you tired?"

Chen Ling was startled and turned to look at him.

"Did I?"

"Of course not. He has a gloomy face every day, and he looks so bitter and resentful. People who don't know would think the world is going to end." Sun Bumian crossed his legs, and his small round sunglasses reflected Chen Ling's face clearly, revealing a cynical smile.

“As a human being, the most important thing is to be natural. No matter good or bad, just go with the flow… If you look sad every day, good luck will never come to you.

Since you paid me so much gold, I will share a little happiness with you."

Sun Bumian snapped his fingers at the passing dining car and spoke naturally and elegantly:

"Ma'am, two servings of double-skin milk, please."

Di Cheng glanced at him and said, "We don't have double skin milk here. Do you want cucumber-flavored potato chips?"

"..." The smile on Sun Bumian's face disappeared, "...Yes."

"10 yuan a bucket, scan the QR code via WeChat."

"?"

Sun Bumian fumbled around for a long time and only pulled out a few dollars and a credit card. He looked visibly embarrassed, "Can you... accept dollars?"

"No."

Sun Bumian could only look at Chen Ling eagerly.

"... scan it." Chen Ling scanned the code expressionlessly, then handed the potato chips to Sun Bumian, "10 yuan of happiness will be deducted from your gold."

"..."

Sun Bumian was obviously disappointed that there was no double skin milk, but he quickly put this negative emotion behind him and began to happily enjoy the potato chips, embodying the phrase "go with the flow" to the extreme.

"You really don't want to eat something?" Sun Bumian put the bucket of potato chips between the two of them while chewing.

"You eat first, I'll take a nap."

"Oh."

Sun Bumian stuffed another piece of potato chips into his mouth. Before he could chew it twice, Chen Ling opposite him suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were full of bloodshot and he looked visibly haggard.

"No... weren't you taking a nap? Why do you look like you were skinned alive?" Sun Bumian was shocked by Chen Ling's sudden change.

"Nothing, I'm just tired from staying up late reading."

Chen Ling rubbed his temples. His mind was still filled with a vast amount of knowledge and he felt dizzy.

Just a moment ago, Chen Ling returned to the fusion school and completed a month of study. Perhaps the 49 points he got last time stimulated him, and he studied very hard this month, feeling like he was back in his senior year of high school.

Facts have proved that even a person with the physical fitness of a world-destroying disaster will feel tired after high-intensity brain learning.

Sun Bumian didn’t understand Chen Ling’s inexplicable “dream talking” and just silently stuffed some potato chips into his mouth.

Chen Ling looked at everything in front of him, and suddenly he had a strange sense of disconnection... Not long ago, he was in the post-disaster era, fighting with Sun Bumian in the gray world, and the next second he returned to the modern era, sitting with Sun Bumian who was eating Lays and playing with US dollars...

This young figure in a Tang suit is like an anchor that has settled in the depths of time. No matter how the times roll forward, he exists quietly from ancient times to the present.

"...Why are you staring at me again?" Sun Bumian noticed Chen Ling's gaze and had a strange expression on his face.

"...Nothing." Chen Ling changed the subject, "How long will it take us to arrive at the station?"

"It should be soon. There's still more than half an hour left." Sun Bumian glanced at the time. "Don't worry, I have arranged everything. After you exit the station, there will be a special car to pick you up and take you directly to Wushan."

"Are you so rich?"

"I don't have any money. All my transportation back from the United States was covered by the organizer."

The organizer... 749 games?

Chen Ling was about to ask something else when Sun Bumian paused slightly with his hand holding the potato chips.

He sat up straight, put down the potato chips, and sniffed around the car quickly, as if he was looking for something...

Seeing this scene, Chen Ling was surprised and said:

"Why, you have a dog nose too?"

"? You are the dog."

Sun Bumian rolled his eyes at him, sniffed carefully left and right, and his pupils behind his small round sunglasses suddenly lit up, "I can't be wrong, although it's faint, but it's real..."

"What is it??"

“The taste of ‘囍’!”

Sun Bumian didn't even eat his potato chips. He excitedly went to the back of the carriage as if he had found a treasure.

Although Chen Ling was puzzled, she still followed closely.

Passing through carriage after carriage, Sun Bumian's gaze finally fell on the aisle of the last carriage.

At the connection between carriages, several boys who looked like high school students were squatting on the ground holding a few unreserved tickets. They were wearing cheap, ill-fitting suits and black leather shoes that were obviously not the right size for their feet. The shiny uppers of their shoes sparkled in the sunlight coming through the round windows of the carriage.

"Hold on a little longer! Brother Pao! We'll be at the station soon!"

"Yes, Brother Pao! I have already made all the arrangements. I have a friend who runs a wedding company here. He promised to do the work for us at a 10% discount. The wedding car team should be waiting at the station entrance now. As soon as we land, we will go straight to Wushan Town!"