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It is a fact that Qu Yixian is Fang Ziyu's deskmate.

But Lu Mianzhi was a little unhappy.

He couldn't correct Zhuang Yi, so he simply dropped his pen: "Let's go, I'll warm up with you."

Zhuang Yi is aggressive.

Hearing that he could fight with Lu Mianzhi, he became energetic all of a sudden. Instead of hooking up with Fang Ziyu, he threw off his shirt, put on his gloves, and jumped directly onto the fighting ring.

Lu Mianzhi is not as anxious as he is.

He slowly unbuttoned, took off his shirt, folded the clothes and put them on the table, while putting on his gloves, he asked, "Sanda, Muay Thai, or kickboxing?"

"It's all right."

Zhuang Yi wanted to directly engage in unrestricted fighting.

He doesn't like being limited by rules.

But he knew that he would be easily injured if he went directly to Unlimited without any activity, let alone fighting with Lu Mianzhi, so he thought about it and chose: "Then let's fight freely."

Sanda has many restrictions, and Muay Thai needs to be active.

Free fighting has a trade-off between the first two, it can be ruthless or gentle, and it is more suitable as a warm-up before unlimited fighting.

Lu Mianzhi doesn't care, as long as the other party chooses.

There is no need for a referee to play normally, and one of Lu Mian's appearance on stage means that the warm-up has begun.

The two people on stage have already started to test each other, and the audience in the audience has also entered the state of eating melon seeds.

Zhuang Yi's mobile phone was placed next to Fang Ziyu. When the front desk called, the mobile phone vibrated.

Fang Ziyu knew that Zhuang Yi in the octagonal cage would not stop the game and come down to answer the phone, so he didn't care. After Zhuang Yi was beaten to the ground by Lu Mianzhi, he said to Zhuang Yi: "The front desk called you just now."

Zhuang Yi was taking all the time to recover his strength, and he didn't have the energy to talk to Fang Ziyu. He just panted heavily, raised his arms and waved them.

Zhuang Yi means "let it go".

Fang Ziyu was going to let it go, but just in time the front desk called again.

Zhuang Yi was annoyed: "You take it."

Fang Ziyu answered the phone: "Hello."

The front desk didn't know what to say to him, Fang Ziyu said "hmm" at first, and then asked in surprise, "Really?"

He scanned the faces of the other four people one by one, said "OK" to the front desk, and hung up the phone.

Yuan Qian was a little curious by him, and asked him: "What did the front desk say?"

"The front desk said..." Fang Ziyu dragged on a long note, maliciously showing off.Waiting for Zhuang Yi to look up at him impatiently, he repeated the words of the front desk to several other people.

"The front desk said that there is a novelist named Liang who made an appointment with the curator to visit the fighting gym today."

"It's probably for the purpose of writing a work about mixed martial arts. It is said that I want to observe every corner of the fighting gym."

"There is no competition in the fighting gym today, and the other venues have been visited. The only thing missing is our suite. He also brought people. The front desk wants to ask, can we let people come in for a visit now..."

Young Master Zhuang interrupted him irritably: "Tell him to get out."

Fang Ziyu shook his head.

He smiled mysteriously, and gave a reason why he couldn't let him go: "The front desk said, that Mr. Liang said that we have fans of his books."

Zhuang Yi who doesn't read: ...

Yuan Qian who doesn't read much: ...

Qin Yizhou who doesn't read idle books: ...

Lu Mianzhi, who hasn't read for a long time: ...

There was no one present who might be a book fan.

Zhuang Yi laughed directly.

"Needless to say, it must be the author that our original baby likes."

He's pretty much rested.Just put one hand on the ground, sit up, look at Yuan Qian and Qin Yizhou, and suggested:

"Well, why don't we go to eat barbecue in a while. Don't eat it, you two, stand by the side and bake for me. I'll let that Mr. Liang come in for five minutes. How about it?"

Qin Yizhou peeled the sunflower seeds for Yuan Qian and ignored him.

Yuan Qian's reply was also straightforward: "Get lost."

Zhuang Yi spread his hands.

He has known Yuan Qian for so many years, and he knows that the other party is a stubborn character, so he said directly: "If you don't want to, forget it."

"Ayu, call the front desk back and tell us that we don't have any fans of the author surnamed Liang, and no one is interested in his new book or autograph. Let him come back later..."

Zhuang Yi wanted to use this method to blow up the book fans hidden among them, nine out of ten book fans whose surname was Yuan.

But found that Yuan Qian was unmoved.

Maybe it wasn't enough.

Zhuang Yi then added to the fire: "Or don't let him come again. The readers who are so sure that we have him among us are either conceited or liars. Seriously, who has ever heard of an author surnamed Liang... ..."

While adding fuel to the fire, Zhuang Yi observed the expressions of Yuan Qian and Qin Yizhou.

She didn't notice Lu Mianzhi's expression at all.

Lu Mianzhi was leaning against the cage net in a daze.

Hearing Zhuang Yi keep repeating "surname Liang" and "author" in his ear, it suddenly occurred to him that the guide of his small pillow was named Liang...it seemed to be an author.

Zhuang Yi is still pressing: "How big is N City, if there is any famous author, can he be on the local news every now and then? Back then, my mother hired someone to help me with my composition. Can you invite him to come with me? Let's have a meal..."

As Zhuang Yi talked, he also felt that what he said made sense.

In addition, Qin Yizhou and Yuan Qian were unmoved, while the other showed some approval.

Zhuang Yi himself was a little uncertain.

Is that man really a conceited liar?

Yuan Qian and Qin Yizhou don't look like book fans should; Fang Ziyu has become so mysterious just now, if he liked the author, he wouldn't ask them, he would have gone out to welcome them in; Lu Mianzhi... ...Lu Mianzhi is impossible.

Zhuang Yi rubbed his chin, and before he had time to check again, he heard the "impossible" Lu Mian's way: "Tell the front desk to let him in."

Lu Mianzhi met the four gazes and said calmly, "It should be someone I know."

The author has something to say: Lu Mianzhi: He is my brother-in-law.