I chase after the actor by lifting iron

Ming Chen hung up the phone, took out the last pack of hawthorn from the empty snack box, and took a piece in his mouth.

All the other snacks were distributed to the monks of Mingwu Hall, only this bag of hawthorn was not wanted, and he liked it quite a bit.

He likes all foods that stimulate the taste buds, and he can also eat spicy food.If it wasn't for protecting his throat, he would have drank the spicy hot pot soup base.

The stronger the feeling, the more real it is, which can liberate people from numbness.

It's a pity that this bag of hawthorn still owed something, and after eating it didn't make her feel better, so she didn't sleep well that night.

In the early morning of the next day, Ming Chen lined up in the queue with a plate to eat, and someone behind him patted him on the shoulder.

He turned around in surprise.

"Last night, was it you that was mentioned on Weibo hot searches?" the familiar monk asked in a low voice.This person should be a disciple of their Mingwu Hall, and they often stay together during daytime practice.

"...It should be." Ming Chen smiled after being dazed.

"Congratulations in advance." The monk said with a proud face, "I heard that you are going to make a big production, work hard."

Ming Chen hesitated to speak, but finally hummed.

This is just the beginning.

When he sat down at the table, more monks came to congratulate him.

This unwarranted big production, as it was repeated over and over again, became eerily real.It seemed that overnight, everyone knew that Ming Chen flew away from "Fly" and rushed to a better opportunity ahead.

Ming Chen took time to look at Weibo, and found that even his fans stopped talking to Liu Cha. After all, saying "impossible" is like admitting that his idol is not good enough.

Not sure what the company will do.

After all, it is not so easy to really create a "big production".

He absently broke apart the steamed buns, poured the diced radish in sauce and squeezed them flat again. The senior brother next to him came over and asked him, "Junior Brother Xiaochen, I heard you are going to make a movie?"

Ming Chen couldn't hold on to this bite, wanted to deny it, and then looked at the happy people surrounding him.

He could feel that these temporary brothers were sincere, that's why he was sad.

Just as he was about to answer vaguely, a dinner plate was suddenly placed on the empty seat diagonally opposite.Seeing who was coming, this group of monks who were just excited muted the sound with one click.

Ming Chen was also stunned, and looked up at Si Yan'an in a daze.

I don't know which monk started it first, everyone left an excuse and ran away.Seeing this, Si Yan'an took a step, changed his target from diagonally opposite, and sat opposite Ming Chen.

Except for that time in the meditation room, Ming Chen secretly saw him a few times, all showing signs of being a little rough.

But today's male god took care of himself very refreshingly.

To be honest, Ming Chen really wants to run now, it's almost his conditioned reflex.But the current situation can no longer allow him to run away.

He felt that he was about to be scolded bloody by the male god before he even took a step.

"Good morning male god." Ming Chen picked the most infallible sentence.

Si Yanan glanced at him: "Is it cool?"

Ming Chen: "What?"

Si Yanan smiled: "Flowers and applause."

Maybe because they were the only two insiders in the whole temple, Si Yan'an spoke very casually.In this kind of casualness, there is also a natural tacit understanding and intimacy that can only be understood by colleagues.

Ming Chen suddenly became less nervous, and laughed dryly: "I'm not happy, it's scary."

"So is there such a thing?" Si Yan'an slowly peeled a boiled egg. With his good-looking hands, the egg was peeled with bumps and holes, and the moon was smoother than it.

Ming Chen stared at his insulting action for a long while, and his shoulders, which had been tensed all morning, slowly relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"No," he said.

After saying these words, Ming Chen suddenly felt comfortable, like being covered in a quilt all night, and finally able to stick his head out early in the morning to take a breath of fresh air.

He just realized how much he wanted to tell people.

There's no such thing, it's not true, don't listen to Liu Cha's nonsense.

He didn't show the pigeons of the program group, and he didn't have any golden thighs waiting for him to hug. The so-called top film and television resources were a daydream in the distant future.

It's a pity that Weibo can't say it, and the brothers in the temple can't say it. Except for those who already know, there is nowhere to justify it.

So Ming Chen was very grateful to Si Yan'an for being here and listening to him say this.

The male god is a very good person and an insider, so he didn't even need to explain anything, Si Yan'an nodded naturally, and understood the twists and turns.

They didn't say anything after that, Si Yan'an struggled with the egg, as if trying to peel it round enough.In the end of this job, the egg was so humiliating that there was almost only the yolk left, and Si Yanan slowly ate it.

During the period, Ming Chen ate dinner with the beauty of the male god, and ate two big steamed buns, three eggs, and two bowls of red bean Yuanxiao, served with preserved vegetables and bamboo shoots mixed with red oil and spicy sauce.

Then, watching Si Yanan finally picked up the bowl of Chidou Yuanxiao, he went to fill another bowl and drink it together.

"You..." Si Yan'an put down the bowl and organized his words: "Do you usually eat like this?"

Ming Chen blinked, swallowed the little Yuanxiao: "Yes. I'm still tall, and my goal is [-]."

"Do you have any explanation?" Si Yan'an asked.

"My external information is [-]." Ming Chen sighed sadly.

Si Yan'an couldn't help laughing, and when he was done, he picked up the half bowl of Lantern Festival that was going to be wasted, and took another two sips.

***

Ming Chen originally planned to stay on the mountain for ten days, but after this incident, Sister Xi Shi asked him to stay for an extra week.

The worried manager calls every day to ask him if he is in a good mood, whether he is bored or not, why don't we pick you up down the mountain, or you can put a black face on your face and go back to your hometown to help sit at the cashier...Mingchen even said no, I'm fine I want to practice martial arts.

The "I'm fine" that night may have had a forced smile, but the later ones were more sincere.

After all, he now eats with the male god every day.

It's really easy to form a habit, it's just breakfast, and the brothers who usually chatter around him never sit with him again.

Si Yan'an also naturally acquiesced in his new seat, wondering if he thought he had a good appetite and was an excellent fellow diner.

"Why don't you dare to sit... come here?" Ming Chen sat on the ground with his legs spread out, tilted his head slightly and asked, the senior brother behind him was leaning on his back and pressing down hard.

"It's scary, those green eyes..." The senior brother put his elbow on his shoulder: "Go down a bit."

Ming Chen couldn't speak, he couldn't stand the pain so he hummed softly.

The senior brother let go.

"It's ok, it's soft enough." Said a little monk next to him who was stretching his legs.

Seeing that he was younger than Ming Chen, he spoke in an old-fashioned way: "At first, I thought you were going to cry and go home. It's not like you didn't come here through a relationship, and ran away after a day of practice."

Ming Chen stood up, jumped on the spot, smiled and said: "I haven't practiced for a long time, I used to dance."

There was just a heavy rain yesterday, and the sun seemed to be coming back twice as much today, and the figure of a certain monk standing at the front of the line was distorted by the heat wave.

The senior brother was still thinking about the topic just now, and approached quietly: "Junior Brother Xiaochen, aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of? The male god's eyes?" Ming Chen was at a loss: "So pretty..."

The senior brother stared at his eyes for a while, and said for a while, "I didn't notice it before, your eyes are a little shallow, especially when the sun shines...but it's different from him."

"color."

"It's not this," the senior brother waved his hand, "It means he has the feeling that strangers should not enter."

Ming Chen: "..."

"Hey, I don't know how to say it. He's different from many people. Just sitting there makes people want to escape. That kind of temperament... Yes, the sense of distance. It makes people feel very different."

Ming Chen was at a loss when he heard the description that the senior brother racked his brains to come up with.

Maybe celebrities have a star flavor, and many times it does make ordinary people afraid to get close...but if you say this, isn't he too much of a failure? He obviously has tens of millions of fans on Weibo, so why don't you feel that he is different.

"Ming Chen."

Suddenly being called by name, Ming Chen suddenly stood up straight, he followed everyone's gaze and looked forward, the one who called him turned out to be a certain Wu monk.

"Come." A certain Wu monk beckoned with a gentle smile.

Ming Chen walked over to him in a daze.

This temporary master didn't give him any pointers these days.He once thought that Master looked down on him, and he was a little disappointed before, thinking that fortunately the system has miraculous video data.

Unexpectedly, after nearly ten days of training with the main force, the master finally remembered him.

"Have you learned the Vajra Fourteen-way boxing these days?" a certain monk Wu asked.

"En." Ming Chen nodded.

They practice this set of boxing together every day. After so many days, no matter how stupid a person is, he can learn it. Besides, he is just lazy. Once he is willing to learn, he can learn it very quickly.

"Then you will fight against me today." A certain Wu monk said.

Ming Chen was really startled.

The great monk's thin body was shaking with laughter, but in the next second, his eyes froze, and after clasping his hands together, he slapped a palm and attacked.

This palm came so fast, Ming Chen didn't have time to think about anything, he just parried subconsciously.

For the next 5 minutes, all he could see was the stormy attack, but even the tension, fear, and excitement disappeared.

When he finally stopped, he only felt that he was panting heavily, and the sweat from his forehead dripped into his eyes.

An uproar could be heard all around.

A certain enlightened monk only breathed a little fast, and saluted with one hand: "Amitabha."

Ming Chen slowed down for a while, feeling a little frustrated: "...I didn't practice well."

He knew that his performance just now was not very good, he didn't use any fourteen-way boxing, and he just dealt with it instinctively throughout the whole process.If the opponent is not a great monk, it may look a little more beautiful, but now it is not good, and the shortcomings are all exposed.

"It's not good, it's good." A certain Wu monk said with a smile, "You have finally meditated, it's really good."

Ming Chen was stunned.

A certain Wu monk looked at the crowd: "There are always various purposes in the battle. To make the opponent hurt, to compete for resources, to show off force, to become the ruler. Or not to be hurt."

He paused, and said again: "It's not like eating and drinking, it's not natural enough. But you have to treat him as eating and drinking, so that it will be natural."

Until the end of training in the morning, Ming Chen was thinking about this sentence.It seems to understand a little bit, but it seems not to understand.

His clothes were sticking to his body with sweat, so he planned to go back and take a shower first.

All the monks kept explaining to him how amazing it was to be able to accept Master's move for 5 minutes. Ming Chen blushed and wanted to beg for mercy.

And he doesn't want to be asked again whether the upcoming blockbuster is a martial arts movie.

It was already past lunch time, Ming Chen felt a little dizzy when he came out of the shower.

Today the sun is very strong, and it has been in the sun for another morning. Ever since Si Yan'an said that he was suffering from heat stroke, he has always suspected that he is suffering from heat stroke.

Now the loss of appetite is even more suspicious.

He hesitated for a while, and walked to the wing room. He happened to be resting at noon today, and he had nothing to do. How about sleeping for a while?

As soon as he stepped into the corridor, he was distracted when a loud bang came from the first wing on the left.

The movement was so loud that the noisy cicadas were suppressed for a short while, Ming Chen froze in place in fright.

A few seconds later, the door slammed again, and Si Yan'an rushed out like a steaming train, almost knocking Ming Chen who was stuck at the door to the spot and soaring.

Fortunately, he stopped in time.

"Male god!" Ming Chen was terrified: "What exploded?"

Si Yan'an forcibly calmed down for a while before saying, "Electric fan."

"Will the electric fan explode?"

"No." Si Yan'an said in a deep voice, "I'll explode."

Ming Chen reacted for a while, then let out an ah.

After thinking for a while, he said, "If the explosion is not too severe, I can repair it."