There are little zombies at home

In order to warm up the reality show, it is also hoped that the guests will be familiar with each other, so before they officially start the trip, the stars and amateurs will also record a two-day and one-night outdoor survival pilot film.

The recording location was not in the city where Zhong Jing lived, and he had to fly to the destination with the little zombie one day in advance, otherwise he might not be able to catch up with the recording.

In order to avoid fans, Zhong Jing specially bought a ticket for [-] o'clock in the morning, but unexpectedly, he was yawning all the way from the house to the airport, while the little zombie was full of energy and excited.

This was the first time for the little zombie to travel far. Without his fisherman hat and sun umbrella, he seemed to be in a good mood, jumping and jumping while walking, and even ran in circles around Zhong Jing.

Zhong Jing didn't stop him, but just pushed the luggage cart in his hand, for fear of bumping into the little zombie, so his walking speed slowed down a lot.

However, the little zombie's relaxed mood didn't last long. Not long after boarding the plane, his face turned pale, his fingers trembled, and his feet trembled even more.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Jing saw that something was wrong with him, and covered him with the small blanket in his arms.

"Woo~" The little zombie let out a grievance, and rubbed his head on Zhong Jing's shoulder, "It's uncomfortable."

"Aren't you... airsick?" Zhong Jing frowned. Zombie motion sickness was already fantasy enough, but he still got airsick.

"Dizzy?" The little zombie couldn't understand the meaning of airsickness, and only caught one point, then nodded, "So dizzy."

Zhong Jing had a headache, so he called the stewardess to ask for airsickness medicine and hot water, and let the little zombie take the medicine.

The little zombie was already dizzy, obediently followed Zhong Jing's instructions and took the medicine, then felt sleepy, opened his mouth wide and yawned, then fell on Zhong Jing's shoulder.

Zhong Jing reached out to touch the pot lid on his head, and lowered his shoulders slightly so that he could rest comfortably, even he himself didn't realize the tenderness in his eyes.

At the same time, the uncle sitting next to them suddenly gave a heavy cold snort, turned his head away in disgust, and said that it was too much to show affection in public, and I didn't feel jealous because those flight attendants kept peeking at them!

Zhong Jing glanced at the uncle inexplicably, then pulled off the blindfold again, leaned his head on the little zombie's head, and fell asleep.

It was already three hours after the two arrived. Zhong Jing thought that this small city would not have too many fans, but he didn't expect to see a group of screaming female fans holding banners and surrounded him as soon as he walked out.

Huang Qi still has something to do, so at this moment, only the little zombie is acting as an assistant, reaching out to protect Zhong Jing, blocking the fans who are swarming up for him.

Fortunately, the airport is not big, and the program crew's car was just at the door. After moving slowly, Zhong Jing quickly climbed into the car.

"Oh, this is the first time I've seen so many fans picking up the plane." After Zhong Jing heaved a sigh of relief, he silently looked back from the car window, and couldn't help but wonder at his sudden popularity.

"Don't you know? Mr. Huang has already signed a promotional ambassador for the scenic spot in X City for you. Those just now may be fans invited by the scenic spot." The staff member sitting in the co-pilot turned around and said, "It may also be that they saw the promotional photos. I am overwhelmed by your beauty."

Zhong Jing was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Promotional photos? When did I take the promotional photos?"

"That's it." The staff pointed out the window casually, and small flags with Zhong Jing's head photo printed all over the road.

Zhong Jing looked at the place he was pointing at, thinking that it is no wonder that he took a few more promotional photos that day. They were originally used as promotional photos of the scenic spot, but the cutout was really sloppy, and the rough edges of the big head were not processed. Very weird.

"Wow!" The little zombie tilted his head, obviously seeing the little flag, he let out a low voice, and added: "It looks good."

"Where does it look good?" Zhong Jing glared at him, seeing that he was much more energetic, he simply stuffed a tomato into his mouth.

The little zombie was so coaxed, he touched the tomato and began to bite, and never spoke again on the way.

The hotel booked by the program group was in the city center. After Zhong Jing followed the staff to the room, he couldn't control himself anymore and fell asleep on the bed.

The little zombie looked at him blankly, as if thinking of something, carefully covered him with a blanket, adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, then slowly opened the door, and tiptoed away.

The sky was gradually becoming twilight, and Zhong Jing woke up from his sleep. He rubbed his eyes, and subconsciously touched the place reserved for the little zombie, but only found a limp pillow.

"Huh?" Zhong Jing snorted, sat up halfway, raised his eyes to look at the clock, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm probably going to get dinner, this hungry ghost."

After finishing speaking, he got up on his own, went to the bathroom to wash up, and sat back on the bed to watch the "Basic Law of Survival in the Wild" sent by the program group.

But after looking at it like this, half an hour passed, and the little zombie still didn't come back, and Zhong Jing began to sense something was wrong.

As if to prove his conjecture, the doorbell rang suddenly, and a strange female voice came from outside: "Excuse me, is anyone there? The meal you ordered has been delivered, may I trouble you to come out and pick up the meal?"

Zhong Jing put down the book in his hand, walked quickly to the door, opened the door and saw a young waiter looking at him with a smile.

"Sorry, I would like to ask, on which floor is your self-service meal location?" Zhong Jing asked worriedly as he took the plate.

"The second floor, I just came up from there." The waiter replied seriously.

"Really?" Zhong Jingyixi asked hastily, "Then have you ever seen a boy who reaches to my shoulders, has extremely fair skin, a pot head, big eyes and a small nose?"

"Jarhead?" The waiter pondered for a moment, then shook his head in embarrassment, "No."

"Oh, well, thank you." Zhong Jing still smiled, determined to go down and look for it later.

The waiter nodded, but turned around and said, "Sir, the person you are looking for seems to be there."

Zhong Jing immediately poked his head out to look at the other end of the corridor, where the little zombie was running fast with a wooden stick in his arms.

"Ah Jing, Ah Jing~" Seeing Zhong Jing, he pushed away the waiter and acted like a baby with him without hesitation.

Seeing that the two of them still had something to say, the waiter knowingly pushed the dining car to the opposite door.

"Where have you been?" Zhong Jing dragged the little zombie into the room, and quickly closed the door behind him.

"I asked the security uncle at the gate to ask for it!" The little zombie grinned silly at him, then held up the flag in his hand to show him.

"What do you want this for!" Zhong Jing immediately felt powerless when he saw this big-headed himself with out-of-scale proportions and green light around him.

"I, I want to hang on the bed!" The little zombie waved the flag excitedly.

Zhong Jing gritted his teeth, and finally said hoarsely: "I! No! Yes!"

The author has something to say: Good night~