There are always some amazing people on set

Ji Ziheng managed to save the fire quite smoothly. The screenwriter who asked him for help cried bitterly and said that he wanted to invite him to dinner. He said with a blank face that he still had a job in hand, so he politely declined; and his new script did get stuck. Endless, he spent three hours fixing a bunch of unimportant small details, but the plot progressed without any progress. He could only stand back and roll his eyes while hanging on the computer chair.

There must be something weird, otherwise how could he not write sports scenes?

When he was a freshman, he joined the department team and played volleyball for a year, obviously in order to collect material. Although he was always accused of being deadly, and was pinned down by his seniors, but he stayed for so long anyway, chatting among athletes He is so familiar with playing trash talk, why is it so painful to write a line?

──There is no end to the scripted life, I really don’t know where to start to be sad.

The phone vibrated, and suddenly a text message came: "Brother Heng, do you want to go to the gym at three o'clock?"

Whenever Meng Jinghan went to the gym when he was free, he would always ask him if he wanted to go, but he usually refused.Meng Jinghan would laugh at him for wasting the free resources provided by the employee card, and then read a few more words to ask him to exercise more.

This time, by accident, he replied "OK."

Ji Ziheng silently comforted himself, this is definitely not for dating and not doing business, but for sports and...well, doing homework for the purpose of collecting materials.

Anyway, he hastily changed into the baggy T-shirt and sweatpants he usually wears to sleep, and showed up at the gym on time.

An entertainer is worthy of being an entertainer, Ji Ziheng looked at Meng Jinghan in sports equipment, and only had this feeling.

The close-fitting black vest and sweat-wicking shorts, as well as the lightweight and professional-looking sneakers, all belong to the brand he endorsed.

It's just that when the other party noticed that he was coming, the kind of smile he showed was the same as usual, which was very good.

Ji Ziheng was not interested in weight training. After warming up, he ignored Meng Jinghan who picked up the dumbbells and went to use the treadmill by himself.

For him, staying in the same space for a date or something is enough.

He stared at the treadmill TV and kept running. He hadn’t exercised for too long, and he couldn’t stop panting in less than 10 minutes. He simply changed to walking and running alternately. Concerned about his sore feet, sweaty feeling, stiff shoulders and neck—these are all good materials to create.

But Ji Ziheng soon found that he couldn't concentrate.

Because after more than half an hour, Meng Jinghan's side was over, and he got on the treadmill next to Ji Ziheng with a bright smile.

"Brother Heng, are you okay?"

"Uh...um."

Ji Ziheng couldn't stop himself from frantically paying attention to Meng Jinghan from the corner of his eye.

After the training, Meng Jinghan's face was very red, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his body, which could not be seen when he usually wore a shirt. Meng Jinghan's body was not too thick, but very straight, with the elastic fabric fitting the undulations of his skin, wearing only a black vest. The smooth arm lines hide some kind of low-key strength, especially the sweat beads sliding down the skin is infinitely imaginative.

Isn't that right, Meng Jinghan who goes to the gym can be so attractive, isn't it a bit too much?

"Come on, run a little longer, just a little bit more."

Probably because he noticed that his pace was slow, Meng Jinghan still remembered to encourage him.

"Yeah." The silence was so uncomfortable that Ji Ziheng had to find something to talk about, "How long have you been practicing?"

"Well... let's start from the junior year."

"Never stopped? I thought you only started practicing when you became an artist."

"Hahaha," Meng Jinghan smiled brightly, and he didn't see him panting. "Originally, when I was an online shooter, I wanted to say that it would be better to wear clothes when I practiced, and it would be easier to take a case. I got used to it later. After joining the company, I have I use the gym all the time."

"But you don't look like you've been practicing for so long."

"Because I haven't trained any muscles in particular." Meng Jinghan's voice softened, "Do you still like it? If you like it, I can practice it."

"No need..."

"It's really not necessary? It feels good in the hand."

Ji Ziheng found that Meng Jinghan and him were very bold and unrestrained, but in a different direction.

They've had sex, they're interested in each other, but they're not confirmed yet, they're not each other's boyfriends yet.

Ji Ziheng doesn't mind having sex with an ambiguous object he likes; Meng Jinghan doesn't mind giving the ambiguous object boyfriend-level treatment.

Troublesome question.

"Then do you want to practice?"

"what?"

"Physical strength will improve." Meng Jinghan smiled purely, "Although your waist feels good, it may be a little harder after practice, and it's not so easy to touch."

"..."

Why did he feel that he was nakedly molested by Meng Meng?

──What about Meng Meng, who has pure eyes in his heart and only admires and loves him?

Ji Ziheng felt that this must be retribution. Back then when Lu Lipeng lamented his transformation, he didn't take it seriously at all. Now that he sees Meng Meng, the feeling that the package doesn't match the content really... makes people wonder what to do!

But it's not right to think about it this way. At least he himself has a real personality change. After so many years, it's normal to have a little growth or change, but the current Meng Jinghan... Could it be that he misunderstood the person from the beginning? ?

Ji Ziheng was a little unhappy thinking about it. It wasn't that Meng Jinghan didn't suit his taste, but that the other party was clearly under his nose, but he couldn't figure out what kind of personality he was. For him who was obsessed with character analysis and deduction, he couldn't bear it.

Fortunately, Ji Ziheng didn't have much time to think about it. Meng Jinghan had an announcement later, and they ran together for almost four or ten minutes before deciding to end it.

When Ji Ziheng was about to pick up something in front of the locker, he stretched out his hand to dial the code, and Meng Jinghan smiled and pressed his hand.

"Well, I guess the code is zero nine zero nine."

"...Guess?" Ji Ziheng had to show a contemptuous expression, "I told you."

For convenience, they put things in the same grid.

Meng Jinghan dialed the code to open the cabinet, "Ouch──Brother Heng, let me show off that I remember your birthday!"

"how do you know?"

"Google."

"..."

"Don't you know that you have an unofficial fan club?" Meng Jinghan saw his expression of "how can I find it?", so he had to add.

"You already know me, why don't you check the unofficial fan club if you have nothing to do!"

"But, but Yu Xin recommended it very enthusiastically. I thought it was very interesting, so I added it. The membership number is 270 two."

"...What else is my personal information published in there, tell me."

"Well, in addition to the works and public stills, there is also a "list of foods you may like"."

"What the hell is that?"

"For example, in the scripts over the years, two protagonists like to eat fried shrimp, so you should like it."

Damn, right on target.

"And there are also "types of objects you may like" and "places you may like."

"...Why don't you feel happy at all?" He thought he was just a playwright that only people in the circle knew?

"Well──If you don't like it, I can tell Yu Xin that she knows the cadre."

"No, no need..."

The impression he got in contact with Yu Xin was too deep, if a group of fans knew that the idol cared about their fan group, God knows what would happen, maybe it would be even more troublesome!