When Aquaman crossed over to the Otome game, the car overturned

At this moment, Xi Xingjin's eyes suddenly opened, Zhong Jiamu quickly moved his hand, and patted his face, "It's already late now, Xingxing, go wash up."

Zhong Jiamu's heart was beating rapidly, but he tried his best to maintain that calm expression.

When Xi Xingjin heard Zhong Jiamu's voice, his originally sharp eyes instantly became lazy.

He stretched out his hand and scratched his head, the little red tail on the back of his head was already crooked, but Xi Xingjin didn't care about it at all, he yawned, and made a gesture to continue to sleep.

Zhong Jiamu saw it, and quickly raised his hand to pull him up, "Don't sleep on Xingxing, if you sleep again, you will sleep until tomorrow!"

"Just squint for a while," Xi Xingjin said lazily, with a trace of dissatisfaction, "I'll just sleep for another 5 minutes, and then I'll go wash up."

Zhong Jiamu forcibly pulled Xi Xingjin up, but Xi Xingjin was extremely tired, just like there is no mollusk without bones.

After finally pulling him up, Xi Xingjin made a gesture to jump on Zhong Jiamu.

Zhong Jiamu didn't hide either, he just maintained this posture, ready to slam down on the floor forcefully.

It's just that Xi Xingjin's face changed drastically at that moment, he stretched out his hand to wrap around Zhong Jiamu's back, and protected him in his arms.

It's just a fall, even if Xi Xingjin doesn't protect him, Zhong Jiamu is fine.

Xi Xingjin quickly helped Zhong Jiamu up from his arms, looked him up and down, anxious and angry, "Brother Mu, why didn't you hide just now!"

Zhong Jiamu felt that Xi Xingjin was making too much of a fuss, "I'm not a porcelain doll, can it break so easily?"

Saying that, Zhong Jiamu pushed Xi Xingjin's hand, "Hurry up and take a shower, you don't feel uncomfortable if it's sticky."

Xi Xingjin went to the bathroom to take a shower, and Zhong Jiamu secretly went through his suitcase, trying to find clues inside.

There was a pattering sound in the bathroom, Zhong Jiamu flipped through secretly while paying attention to the movement in the bathroom.

There were very few things in Xi Xingjin's suitcase, and Zhong Jiamu only found a set of sportswear from the inside. The zipper on the side was unzipped, and the inside was empty, with nothing in it.

Zhong Jiamu gave up the suitcase and secretly opened his bedside table. The bedside table was cleaner than the suitcase, leaving no dust.

After the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, Zhong Jiamu quickly pushed the drawer back to its original position.

Just as he got up, he heard Xi Xingjin's cell phone jingle.

The back of the phone was facing up, Zhong Jiamu didn't have any time to hesitate, he turned the phone over.

The phone screen lit up, and there was only one sentence on it.

【Okay, at seven o'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow, I will wait for you at the door. 】

The day after tomorrow, it happened to be a round of performances.

One-third of the players will be eliminated.

The bathroom door opened with a click, and Zhong Jiamu quickly turned the phone back to its original position.

The training time was very fast, Zhong Jiamu was too lacking in musical talent, the vocal teacher gave in to him step by step, and in the end he could only sigh, "This way, you change the words of the two tigers, and when the time comes Pretend to play the guitar, and then I will ask someone to find you an accompaniment."

Since the teacher said so, Zhong Jiamu was also happy to relax.

He finally thought about it, and simply kept the lyrics of the two tigers unchanged, and sang the original version directly, so that no one would say that he copied the song.

Xi Xingjin himself has a bit of background, the vocal teacher is very satisfied with him, and even said that he is likely to be promoted all the way and be shortlisted into a group.

On the day of the performance, they took a car early in the morning to a studio of the TV station in City Z. The order of the performances was fixed, and they were all recorded and broadcasted. list vote.

So Zhong Jiamu was quite confident about being eliminated, and even asked Zhong Liu to rank himself first, the kind who hurriedly left after the performance.

These days, in order not to let people see that it is the effect of the show, there must be something in acting.

Netizens always like to make troubles. If you show a true mentality that you have nothing to love and I just want to get paid to leave, then they will think that you have a personality and are not pretentious, and then you will be able to do it after you are eliminated. Rescue you back during live voting.

However, if your acting skills are bad and you still want to win everyone's sympathy by telling about your tragic life experience, then you are welcome to give you a proper negative score.

Zhong Jiamu was like this. He was holding the microphone and sweeping the guitar. He sang the two tigers loudly and then softly.

Zhong Jiamu got off the stage, looked at the score, and performed a tearful scene on the spot.

"I have loved music since I was a child, but my family is poor and I have never had the opportunity to receive real training. But please believe me and give me such a chance, okay?"

The following judges picked up the microphone, some commented sharply, some were gentle and comforting, but in the end, none of the three let him pass.

And the scores on the scene were not enough for his resurrection, Zhong Jiamu perfectly demonstrated the level that a dragon set should have.

After the host hugged him, Zhong Jiamu burst into tears and waved to the audience friends, and said that he would work hard to appear in the rematch.

After Zhong Jiamu got off the stage, he hurried to the dressing room to remove the makeup on his face.

After removing makeup, Zhong Jiamu got up and walked out the door. It was already five o'clock at this time. If nothing happened, the car to pick up "Xi Xingjin" should be outside the door.

As soon as Zhong Jiamu walked to the door, he saw the car that "Xi Xingjin" might be taking.

He walked forward slowly and knocked on the car window.

The window of the driver's seat was slowly lowered, and He Wen's driver was sitting inside.

Zhong Jiamu, who finally got the exact answer, raised the corner of his mouth and showed an approachable smile towards the driver, "Hello, Mr. He asked me to sit in the car just now. Is this the car?"

The driver was taken aback for a moment, then quickly got out of the car, and offered to help open the door of the back seat.

It can be said that Mr. He's little canary is known to everyone. He has taken over Zhong Jiamu several times before, and has no concept of defense against him at all.

The driver just felt strange, why didn't Mr. He inform him in advance that Zhong Jiamu was coming?

But the driver thought about it again, maybe Mr. He made a temporary decision.

After Xi Xingjin's performance, he walked around according to the fixed procedure, and then left the stage with everyone's regrets.

After getting off the stage, Xi Xingjin strode towards the door without even entering the dressing room.

This time, the recording and broadcasting on the stage and floor will be broadcast tomorrow. The real person will definitely watch it when he comes back today, and he will definitely find the program group in the next moment.

And he had to flee the scene before that.

It's like in the Cinderella story when it's the twelve o'clock ball, all magic will eventually disappear, and he will take the beauty of these few days and find a secluded village to spend the rest of his life.

When the black Ferrari saw him, it took the initiative to drive to the door.

As soon as Xi Xingjin sat in, he asked if the tickets and luggage were ready? "

"Nature is well prepared for you, dear Xingxing."

The voice that should not have appeared in the car sounded, and Xi Xingjin's whole body froze instantly. He turned his head slowly, and saw Zhong Jiamu's elbow resting on the table of the car, while his hand rested on his head, His eyes looked at him with a half-smile.

Xi Xingjin quickly touched his face in the next moment, Zhong Jiamu looked at his slightly embarrassed look, and laughed twice, "Is it interesting to tease me like this?"

"Mr. He."

As soon as the word Mr. He came out, He Wen knew it

He stretched out his hand and tore off the mask on his face, the skin on his face was a little red because of the excessive pulling.

The black and red gradient short hair and the mask are integrated, and even the silicone on the face uses bionic technology, which imitates the color and facial state behind the chameleon in different environments, and can show the character's expression and skin color as it is. Created a false effect.

But this kind of high technology is useless after being seen through by Zhong Jiamu.

"Drive!"

He Wen said to the driver.

"Where are you going, I'll take you off."

He Wen said to Zhong Jiamu.

He Wen tried his best to remain indifferent, like a stranger picked up by him, and there was nothing to talk about between them.

You are obviously fine, why don't you show your face?

Why do you have to pretend to be someone else before you dare to approach me?

If you don't find it, are you going to fly away again today?

Zhong Jiamu had a bunch of questions in his head, but he felt that he should be able to find the answer.

Because I used to treat everything as a game, and was blinded by the so-called human design, but forgot that people are changeable.

He Wen crossed his hands and put them on his knees.It seemed as if he could grasp all the situation in the palm of his hand, but in fact he couldn't predict Zhong Jiamu's actions at all.

In his impression, his disguise should be perfect.

He Wen had no idea when it was discovered.

"Zhong Jiamu," He Wen asked again, "Where are you going?"

Zhong Jiamu pretended to think about it seriously, then smiled and said, "I'll go there." "

"By the way, I heard you talking about the air ticket. Are you planning to take the plane? Then can I help with the money for my air ticket?"

He Wen frowned, and there was a trace of sullenness in his voice, "Zhong Jiamu, if you mess around again, believe me, will I build you a basement for you to live in?"

Zhong Jiamu stroked the wrist of his right hand, "Then put the handcuff chain on me?"

Zhong Jiamu was almost sure that He Wen would not dare to hurt himself, he lifted the small table on the car, and put his arm against He Wen's skin, "I said before, I will go wherever you go tonight, it's up to you disposal."

He Wen's bruises appeared faintly on his temples, he almost gritted his teeth and told the driver earnestly that it was time to go back to the villa. "

Seeing He Wen's angry look, Zhong Jiamu laughed out loud.

He twisted his fingertips around his hair, and slowly continued to stimulate He Wen, "Mr. He, we won't share a bed for two, with two quilts tonight, right?"