The chemical reaction between Explosive A and Chaomilk

The night of the city is always gorgeous.

The stars in the sky, the lamps on the earth.

One side is bright but quiet, the other side is noisy and lonely.

Rows of dazzling spotlights decorate the practice room like a midsummer afternoon, and Shen Ruochuan's flipping shadow is full of loneliness, exhaustion and stubborn persistence.

The soaked clothes were tightly attached to the skin, and the neat lines appeared and disappeared with the dancing of the body, and there was a lonely but burning smell in the air.

Sweat drops gleamed with a white luster, sliding over the undulating browbones, and dripping down the long eyelashes. The water mist lingered around the crescent-like eyes, and inside were the deep pupils like the night, flowing between the light and shadow Bright starlight, but the look in the eyes can't hide the black and blue color and the dim color of the lips.

His eyes focused on himself in the mirror, pale, thin, and so stubborn that he didn't care about himself.

The frequency of the heartbeat has exceeded the load, and the sharp pain in the knee reminds him that the past is in the past, and he must let it go.

Shen Ruochuan collapsed on the carpet on his back, the aggressive light of the spotlight made him dizzy and unable to open his eyes.

This is the practice room of Shen Ruochuan's former club, Yunguo Entertainment. It is neat, bright, and cold. It has witnessed him starting his dream with joy and longing, and it has also witnessed his despair and helplessness to the point where he almost ended his life.

With a ten-year contract, Yunguo squeezed out all of Shen Ruochuan's energy and aura in just three years. She hardly slept in bed during her three-year debut. Full of blood, the edema of the knees has never dissipated, and the voice is always hoarse like quicksand. Behind the glamor and the pink makeup, there are waist problems, stomach pains, insomnia, depression, as well as a body that is getting thinner and a blurred spirit.

He never knew that it could be so easy to destroy a person. Give him an endless contract, give him a lawsuit with no chance of winning, tear off the last hypocrisy in front of him, and smile ferociously. Tell him that you are just a commodity bought out by the company, and if you can't create value, you should die.

The company offered a termination fee of nearly 20 million yuan, but it was just to frighten Shen Ruochuan's restlessness and make him give up the idea of ​​terminating the contract and work hard for the company, but he never thought about it. The legal team stopped Shen Ruochuan's car neatly, and the cash was transferred directly to Yunguo Entertainment's account within two hours.

When Shen Ruochuan signed the "termination contract", he was still in a cloud, still in a daze.And the head of Yunguo looked at the countless "zeros" that appeared out of thin air on the account, and he was lost in his mind.

"Media for the first time", where did the gods come from?

"Mr. Shen, what the boss means is that you don't have to pay a single cent of the termination fee. When you first see the contract that the media has drawn up for you, you should study it slowly. If you are not satisfied with it, you can contact me at any time and change it until you are satisfied." The lawyer The representatives left behind their contracts and business cards, as well as the dumbfounded Shen Ruochuan, and they filed out.

Shen Ruochuan suddenly held the thin contract, and couldn't read the black and white words right in front of his eyes. He rushed out the door. He had no time to think about the future, but at this moment, in the warm air of early spring, there was a taste of freedom , like the sweet spring flowing under the iceberg, clear and cool, enveloping every cell in the body and becoming active again.

He ran all the way back to the company, and simply packed up his things. His secretive attitude shielded all those who came to greet him with different intentions like a barrier.

What is there to say?Colleagues?

Ha ha……

When he drowned himself in the pool in despair, the people who came to pick him up were most concerned about whether he would delay the evening advertisement and dinner. In their eyes, he was hardly considered a human being.

And Shen Ruochuan himself has no idea who is the "Shen Ruochuan's new gold master" who they gossip about wildly.

Shen Ruochuan came to the practice room for the last time, turned on the lights alone, played the music alone, and danced alone, obsessed, crazily, and vented until the last breath of strength was exhausted.

He was lying on his back paralyzed, and what dripped down his face, whether it was tears or sweat, drip by drop, wet the dark gray blanket.

Three years of nightmares are finally over.

The practice room was two floors down. It was a well-known fight club. It was also full of hormonal heat, but it was full of people.

Almost in the same posture as Shen Ruochuan, in the same position, Lu Li was also lying on his back on the boxing ring. A layer of moisture spread on his cold silhouette. Long-term intense exercise made his skin evenly tightened, and he was as sharp as a sketch. The brush strokes are so wild that you can't take your eyes off them.

Lying next to him was the ninth member who had been knocked down by him tonight, moaning and whimpering like he had lost his airs, completely disregarding the dignity of his image.

There were crowds of people around the boxing ring, applauding and applauding constantly, many of them came here for the fame, and made a special trip to see the demeanor of "Shen Yin Lu Li". Lu Li is not a coach or a partner, he is more like a "sweeping monk" of "Shen Yin Fighting". With the identity of a consultant, showing up occasionally, the threshold of the club will be broken.

"Consultant Lu, call." Xiao Jing, the receptionist of the club, pushed aside the crowd on the third and outer floors, and handed a mobile phone to Lu Li. The few people standing in front of him could clearly see that it was a very old Nokia mobile phone. , the thumb-sized display screen, the kind with small buttons.

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay. It seemed that the rumors that Lu Li's partner had absconded with donations and that Lu Li went bankrupt were true.

Lu Li got up, lay loosely on the rope and picked up the phone. The other party's voice was concise and upright. During the ten-second call, Lu Li just said "um" and hung up.

Lu Li stepped over the rope and took off the boxing bandages on his hands. The light beam above his head reflected on his body, casting a layer of divine soft light. The melon-eating crowd looked up at him and silently made way for him.

He has always been reticent, with a slight sense of alienation, except for boxing, he hardly has contact with people, and he can stand in the top "Shen Yin" in the industry, all thanks to his miraculous and fierce skills.

Lu Li's habit is to show up irregularly, and there are nine battles every time. According to statistics, he has played a total of 360 nine battles in less than a year in "Shenyin", and he has never lost. From fighting enthusiasts to professional athletes, there are many champions and famous players in various competitions, but Lu Li has never lost.

The admiring and curious old member has been inquiring for a long time but has found nothing. No one seems to know his past. The person with the same name who looks the most like on Baidu's entry is actually a painter. How is this possible?

Lu Li took off the bandage. His hands were slender and strong, with well-defined phalanxes, but every knuckle was covered with calluses. No matter how you looked at it, it couldn't be the hands of a painter.

"Consultant Lu." Xiao Jing raised his round baby face, and tried his best to close the [-] cm height difference, "The manager asked me to clean up a room in the lounge, saying that you will stay for a few days, and I will prepare everything Yes, the bedding is new."

Lu Li nodded slightly: "It's troublesome." His voice drifted between warm and cold, with a sandpaper-polished texture, not easy to get close to, but it had a kind of attraction that made people want to get close, and Xiaojing's eyes were filled with pink bubbles.

"Then...do you want me to order dinner for you?" Xiaojing looked at him reverently and expectantly, seizing every opportunity, wanting to strike up a conversation.

Shen Ruochuan was wrapped tightly, walked in front of the transparent glass door of "Shen Yin", and looked into the brightly lit inside intentionally or unintentionally, only to see a tall and thin figure with obvious heat all over his body, but Shen Ruochuan couldn't help but take a few more glances at the starkly contrasting aura that exuded an unmistakable loneliness.

"No need, thank you." Lu Li's eyes did not fall on Xiao Jing, and he followed the tightly wrapped man outside the door. The emotions in his eyes were deep and strong, curling up and lingering, like... the person in front of the new tomb of the setting sun. The big white chrysanthemums are lonely and proud, but they are covered with wounds that cannot heal.

Shen Ruochuan carried his things and disappeared around the corner of the stairs. Lu Li's eyes suddenly dimmed. He covered his brows and eyes with his hat, opened the door and walked out.

Xiaojing looked at his back hiding the situation, so excited that his blood pressure soared. If Lu Li lived here, he would have to ask her to help with some trivial matters. It is not known what sparks will be sparked after this way. Oh ho ho, spring is here , the peach blossoms are blooming.

Shen Ruochuan returned to the apartment with his things in his arms, and the journey was surprisingly clean, with no fans, reporters, or paparazzi. His uneasiness of being alone was shut out the moment the door was closed.

The room was as dark as a sea of ​​ink, and a pair of bright yellow round eyes floated in the darkness, "Meow." It said.

Shen Ruochuan gently put the things on the shoe cabinet, gently tapped the floor with his knuckles, and his bright yellow eyes ran over happily to rub against his trousers.

Shen Ruochuan held the kitten's fat belly and picked it up, thoughtfully scratching the soft and smooth fluff on his fingertips repeatedly with his fingers.

It happened so suddenly that he hadn't had time to turn his head around yet. By the time the entertainment reporters realized it tomorrow morning, many accounts would be blown up.

The two names of Shen Ruochuan and "Chujian Media" will definitely detonate domestic entertainment. This is probably the highest liquidated damages ever paid. How can Shen Ruochuan be worth such a high price?

He picked up the new contract on the coffee table, and was very curious about what kind of conditions the other party would propose. We are not doing charity. Such a large investment is bound to squeeze out more value from him. This idea just floated in his mind Suddenly, Shen Ruochuan was suddenly overwhelmed by a huge sense of powerlessness.

If he is really tired, tired, can he not sign?Will the other party give him a choice?

He adjusted his breathing, stabilized his mind, looked at the two thin pages of paper in his hand, his dark eyes quickly flicked between the lines, his brows were deeply frowned, and they tightened more and more. This contract is too weird.

Shen Ruochuan found the business card left by the other party's lawyer, dialed the number, and there was a short waiting tone, and the other party answered the phone immediately.

Shen Ruochuan tried his best to make his voice sound calm and peaceful: "Lawyer Yan, Shen Ruochuan."

The other party did not have any official politeness, and the answer was short and concise: "Mr. Shen, I am waiting for your call."

So sure, are you planning to eat him?

Shen Ruochuan hesitated for a moment: "I want to inquire about the contract with Chujian Media, what exactly does it mean?"

The voice from the mobile phone was a bit mechanical, but very clear and neat: "Mr. Shen, the contract is literally."

This answer was too vague and did not reveal any valuable information. Shen Ruochuan continued to ask: "The last item of the contract, which states that the final interpretation right of this contract belongs to Mr. Shen Luochuan, is it a typo?"

The company is Party A, so how can there be any reason why the right of interpretation belongs to Party B?

Lawyer Yan seemed to have expected him to ask this question, and the answer was fluent: "Mr. Shen, there is nothing wrong with the contract, and there is no other implied meaning. If there is any dispute between Mr. Shen and Chujian Media, it will be accepted according to your wishes. Tell me, the company listens to you in everything."

Shen Ruochuan: "..."

Is it okay?