The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

It is said that?

His class has always been proud of being in love, so he still wants to hear about it?

Is it possible that I haven't stayed in... a love hotel?

Rong Qian really felt that he seemed to be pleased by the word "heard" in Ban Zhun's words just now.

Combined with Ban Zhun's frank speech when talking with Mrs. Ban before, and that night when he was so drunk that he passed out, the two were very devoted but very young...kiss...

At this moment, Rong Qian almost suppressed the excitement in his heart, and made a bold guess——

Ban Zhun probably never had anything like the kind of thing that Jinjiang forbids to write with anyone!

With this inference, Rong Qian felt that the beautiful monkey jumping up and down in front of him seemed much more pleasing to the eye.

Ban Zhun naturally didn't know what Rong Qian was thinking.

He only knew that he couldn't let the ancestor's privacy be exposed to the national audience, so he looked for it very carefully.

After all, this hotel is not the place they need to live when they actually start recording in a few days, so there is a high probability that they have not done a serious search, and they may even be framed more and more by people with intentions because of the presence of artists.

Adhering to the idea that the heart of defense is indispensable for many years, and the tenet that Rong Qian must never be wronged, Ban Zhun took out his mobile phone and opened the browser to search for keywords. According to the possible positions of the pinhole cameras above, one by one Checked the past.

He was just a cannon fodder, his privacy didn't matter, he hadn't awakened when he lived in a hotel, so he didn't have this awareness.

But it's a big deal on Rong Qian, his privacy can only be seen by the protagonist.

"Set-top box...router...water cup...socket..."

Ban Zhun casually scratched his earlobe, staring at the phone screen, not paying attention to whether the road under his feet was smooth, and walked straight towards the TV facing the big bed.

Since it was intended for many famous artists to live in, the hotel's room furnishings were extraordinarily beautiful and elegant. The floor at the end of the bed was covered with thick blankets, which complemented the color of the walls in the room, which seemed to hint at some kind of atmosphere.

Ban Zhun's hand was already on the set-top box, and he was about to bend down to check it carefully.

However, the slippers on his feet were wrapped in the long-haired carpet, and Ban Zhun's leg lift just happened to trip him and fall him forward.

"Eh!!"

"!!!"

The distance between Rong Qian and him was not too close, but seeing this scene, he rushed towards Ban Zhun hastily.

The set-top box was lying on the sharp-edged TV cabinet, and the direction in which Ban Zhun fell coincided with a sharp corner on it.

If it really bumped into it, it would definitely be enough for him to choke.

Rong Qian had long hands and long legs, and he leapt directly over the bed, and immediately put his palm on the corner of the protruding TV cabinet without hesitation.

Hearing a "boom", Ban Zhun bumped into the position that Rong Qian had predicted long ago, and hit the back of his hand heavily.

But even if he didn't hit the sharp corner, the force still made Ban Zhun's scalp numb.

"……Oh shit……"

The dizziness suddenly hit his brain, making it difficult for Ban Zhun to tell the direction in a daze, so he could only kneel on the carpet and look at Rong Qian, who was squatting halfway beside him.

"Hiss..." Ban Zhun curled up his legs and sat cross-legged on the carpet in annoyance, lowered his head and rubbed his stinging ankle, smiled awkwardly at Rong Qian, and tried hard to protect his face, "My car accident happened to me. , It seems that the cerebellum has been smashed, and I always stumble..."

Seeing that Rong Qian only looked at him, but didn't respond, Ban Zhun realized a problem.

How did he get here.

Although Ban Zhun was surprised, he understood that it was Rong Qian who saved him after all, so that he could prevent his head from blowing out, so he immediately offered his earnest concern: "Thank you, Rong Qian, are you okay?"

As early as the moment Ban Zhun's head hit the back of his hand, Rong Qian quickly put his hand back into his coat pocket, and frowned at him as if nothing had happened.

It was as if Ban Zhun had brought him some trouble.

Rong Qian seldom negotiated with people, so he never did such a thing of being nervous for the safety of another person's life.

But hearing Ban Zhun's sincere thanks, Rong Qian suddenly became uncomfortable.

During these days, he was often thanked, such as Bai Zhi, such as Zhen Bujia.

So he is very good at responding to others' gratitude, and he feels very confident about it.

Rong Qian tried his best to put on his usual calm appearance, and slightly avoided eye contact with Ban Zhun: "...No, you're welcome, it's okay."

Hold.

Why are you stuttering.

Rong Qian gritted his teeth irritably, and scolded himself for not living up to expectations in his heart.

He didn't understand why he became like this.

So in order to save face, Rong Qian quickly added, "If a cat is about to fall on this, I will save it."

Ban Zhun's head nodded faster than a pile driver in his heart.

Of course, you are the protagonist Gong who is honest, kind, unrestrained, handsome and talented!

Ban Zhun was not blind, after he sat up straight, although he didn't see any blood on the sharp beige corner, he still wanted to confirm it with Rong Qian.

Thinking that children need to save face, Ban Zhun's tone was tentative: "May I see your hand?"

Rong Qian glanced at him and said coldly, "What are you doing?"

"Look at how sharp it is here, it must be painful to poke the back of your hand on it, so show me."

Ban Zhun said while demonstrating to Rong Qian, hanging his hands above the sharp corners, showing him from this angle, expressing his attitude in a serious way.

Seeing this, Rong Qian couldn't help being shocked again.

This person's strikes have always been indiscriminate, if he really slapped him, his injury would be in vain.

It is estimated that only by ignoring him like before can he calm down.

Thinking of this, Rong Qian stood up from the carpet, said "boring" coldly, then turned and walked to the bathroom, closing the door directly.

Ban Zhun was still sitting on the carpet, with his fingers on the router, looking at Rong Qian's back worriedly.

After a while, he raised his hand to cover his inexplicably beating heart, and sighed depressingly.

What happened to him recently.

It wasn't until Ban Zhun climbed up and down to check all the suspicious things several times that Rong Qian came out of the bathroom slowly.

Seeing that Ban Zhun was still going on with his sneaky behavior, he didn't stop him. He sat on the sofa half a room away from Ban Zhun, took out his mobile phone, and swiped the web page with one hand.

When Rong Qian came out of the bathroom, Ban Zhun had already restrained his movements gradually, worried that an inadvertent mistake would annoy Rong Qian.

The midday sun makes people tired for no reason, even the energetic Ban Zhun is no exception.

But his focus at this time is not resting by himself, but leaning on the back of the sofa and closing his eyes to meditate on his ancestors.

"Go to sleep for a while, I'll go out for a walk."

Ban Zhun didn't want to trouble Rong Qian, so he put on his coat and walked to the door, raising his hand to open the door.

"No, I'm not sleepy."

Rong Qian opened his eyes, took out a book from the schoolbag he was carrying, put on his earphones, and started studying without saying a word.

Only the slightly reddened bases of his ears revealed his current mood.

This idiot has just recovered from his illness for a few days, so he can't go out to make trouble anymore.

Rong Qian pointed to the only big bed in the room, "If you are sleepy, just sleep for a while, don't make trouble during the filming, it will delay everyone's time, and the family members will be worried if they see the editing."

Hearing that between the lines of Rong Qian's words, he wanted to rest himself, and Ban Zhun couldn't help being even more afraid.

It's true that he's awakened, but Rong Qian might also be possessed by some demon spirit or something dirty, otherwise how could he become so...

Tsk, I can't describe it.

Ban Zhun didn't want to talk nonsense, and he didn't have the guts to talk nonsense with Rong Qian, so he went directly to the bed, took off his shoes and lay down on the bed to take a good rest, so as to reward himself for being tired from looking for the camera for a long time.

As soon as his head touched the pillow, Ban Zhun looked ahead and let out a long sigh of relief, but the next second, he jumped up from the bed, sat on the bed with his back straight, and looked up at the ceiling :

"Damn it, there's a pinhole camera on the ceiling, and that red light keeps blinking."

Rong Qian followed his gaze and looked over, momentarily speechless:

"That's a smoke alarm."

Ban Zhun: "..."

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This sleep made Ban Zhun refreshed, as if even the fatigue from the day before had been dispelled without a trace.

He was about to ask Rong Qian to go downstairs together, but he found that the boy was sleeping soundly on the sofa with his long legs curled up.

Ban Zhun looked dumbly at the sleeping man with his eyes closed.

The steadily beating organ in the chest stopped suddenly, and immediately jumped up arrogantly as if it had been released from the shackles after being held mad.

what happened to him.

Recently... what happened.

Why so many things have become so strange.

Ban Zhun raised his hand and pressed on the position of the heart, exhaled slowly, inhaled, and exhaled again.

Before he could adjust his state to wake up Rong Qian, the boy's sleepy voice came from his ear:

"Go downstairs."

Ban Zhun was startled, and hurriedly responded to Rong Qian, then got out of bed and put on his shoes, and hurried into the bathroom to change with the clothes he was going to wear in the afternoon.

When he came out, Rong Qian had been standing at the door waiting for him for a long time.

"Let's go, let's go..."

Taking advantage of this angle, Ban Zhun took a peek at Rong Qian's hand and found that there was no wound on the back of that fair hand, so he secretly relieved himself.

Seeing Ban Zhun's gaze approaching his hand, Rong Qian hastily turned his palm over, exposing the back of his hand, which was unharmed, to Ban Zhun's vision, deliberately creating an atmosphere of peace of mind for him.

The elevator door opened slowly, and Zhou Yang, who had everything ready, had been waiting in the hotel lobby for a long time.

"Teacher Ban, next we are going to the venue where the promotional posters will be shot."

Zhou Yang's eyes inevitably fell on the thin waist of the young man in front of him who was outlined by the well-tailored black suit, his face flushed slightly.

But when he raised his head again, Zhou Yang directly met Rong Qian's displeasure looking at him silently.

"..."

The water glass in Zhou Yang's hand was almost dropped to the ground by Rong Qian's fright.

He originally thought that this kind of couple participating in a love variety show together was likely to be a fake fit, but in fact, they had already shared the same bed and played different things, and the main purpose of coming to the show was to make money and gain popularity.

However, the child's eyes are really frightening, like an African lion with a ridiculously strong sense of territoriality, if he secretly takes a look at his belongings, he will be chased all over the grassland by him, and then brutally dismembered .

Ban Zhun already knew who the other guests were, but he was most interested in Qiao Musheng and his wife.

As for Jian Han, before the show started, he probably wouldn't have come to participate in the filming.

So he asked Zhou Yang as he walked, "Xiao Zhou, Director Qiao and Teacher Luan... when will you arrive at the hotel?"

Ban Zhun was a little embarrassed when he asked this question.

He really felt that what he was like now was really like a wretched illegitimate meal for a villain, because it was precisely because of Director Qiao's joining that he chose to participate in the recording of this love variety show without hesitation.

Zhou Yang withdrew his gaze from Ban Zhun, smiled politely and replied:

"Brother Zhun, Director Qiao and his wife have already arrived at the shooting site directly from home. We should be able to see them two after we finish working on the poster."

Ban Zhun clenched the small thermos in his hand and grinned, "Okay, let's go then."

The level of shooting and editing of promotional posters and pilot films is the best way to show the true grade of a variety show.

Rong Qian slowly followed Ban Zhun's side, looking down at the young man's fingers curled up unconsciously because of nervousness, the corners of his lips raised slightly wider.

I thought he was a seasoned and mature artist, but it turned out that even taking a few photos would make him feel uneasy.

"Go with Luoluo and put on makeup."

Ban Zhun stood still, and turned his head to signal Rong Qian to sit down with the boy in front of another dressing table.

Rong Qian glanced at him, turned around and followed the young boy.

While putting on the primer, Ban Zhun suddenly heard the make-up artist Luo Luo chatting with Rong Qian.

"Handsome guy, how old are you this year? You look like a student, are you married yet?"

Hearing Luoluo's question, Rong Qian suddenly discovered something that he often neglected recently.

He realized that when he heard these words from outsiders now, his mood was completely different from that at that time.

Before, if he heard that someone deliberately insulted him as the wife Ban Zhun bought with a lot of money, Rong Qian knew that he would not be able to hold back the anger in his heart, and would fight against the talkative person.

However, when Luoluo, who was busy in front of him, wanted to talk to him about his marriage, Rong Qian realized that she was not angry at all, and was even willing to answer him a few more words.

"Well, I'm married, eighteen," Rong Qian worried that he felt that there was a big age gap between himself and Ban Zhun, and added: "One year old."

"Wow, you're only eighteen, but handsome guy, you and the teacher look really good for each other."

Luoluo is an authentic little 0, and the boyfriends she has always dated are several years older than him, so she subconsciously feels that between the two, the older one must be 1, and the one sitting in front of her Rong Qian is a strong man who is doted on by Ban Zhun.

But even if she examines the relationship between the two with her inherent thinking, Luoluo is still a little uncertain.

Rong Qian's type, to say that he is 0, is far-fetched than making cats and mice fall in love, which is even more unbelievable.

So he put aside his point of view, and asked Rong Qian: "Handsome guy, when you are with Mr. Ban..."

Rong Qian looked up at him.

Luoluo smiled shyly, leaned into Rongqian's ear and whispered, "Which of you two is the one on top?"

Ban Zhun, who pricked up his ears to eavesdrop, suddenly turned pale with shock: "???!!!"

Child, are you really desperate?

Rong Qian's ears suddenly turned red, and he simply leaned back on the chair behind him, not wanting to answer Luo Luo's questions.

No...not polite.

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"Teacher Ban, look here, don't look at Xiaorong's hand, I know you two are in a good relationship, can you watch it when you go home?"

Photographer Moore always talks a lot when taking pictures, and seeing these two good-looking subwoofers in his lens, he couldn't help being even more excited.

Ban Zhun was extremely embarrassed by his unrestrained state, he quickly looked away from the back of Rong Qian's hand, and smiled reluctantly at the camera.

"Xiao Rong, grab the class teacher's shoulders, look here, and look at the side my assistant is pointing at~"

Moore has seen countless people, so naturally he doesn't care about the ups and downs of the two like Luoluo, and let Rong Qian use his movements to announce their positions.

Hearing his request, Rong Qian also froze for a moment.

This is too...

too fast.

But Rong Qian still raised his hand, and gently placed it on Ban Zhun's shoulder.

Ban Zhun was only wearing a thin white shirt, and now covered by Rong Qian's warm palm, he suddenly felt that his frozen shoulders were about to burst out.

It is obviously a very warm temperature, but it is so cold when pressed on his shoulder.

Ban Zhun subconsciously looked at Rong Qian.

But the flash made him close his eyes subconsciously, thinking that this photo must be a flower, but unexpectedly Moore greeted with a satisfied laugh:

"Perfect, it's perfect, it's so fucking amazing, the eyes are so lustful, that's what I want..."

If this look can be placed in his usual scenes, let alone the overwhelming negative comments, even a serious actor will not have to do anything.

Moore's assistant felt a little curious, quickly put down the board and ran towards him, followed by looking at the screen, and took a deep breath.

In the photo, Ban Zhun is looking up at Rong Qian beside him, the collar of his shirt is slightly opened because of his actions at this time, revealing the beautiful neck line, especially the looming red spots on it, which makes people look at this clean for no reason The young people began to dream about things.

The bright light above his head is divided into two by his tall nose bridge and the sideways posture of his head. The bright part is full of clarity, while the dark part is filled with desire.

The half-closed eyes are just looking at Rong Qian's Adam's apple, and the ambiguous mood unintentionally created coincides with the scene in Moore's imagination.

Moore nodded to his assistant with great contentment, and turned to Ban Zhun and Rong Qian with a smile:

"Okay, class teacher, Xiaorong, you two go over there and have a rest."

Hearing the phrase "Okay", Rong Qian immediately removed his hand from Ban Zhun's shoulder, the movement was so fast that people felt a little deliberate, so he didn't notice that Rong Qian secretly put his hand behind his back and stroked it silently twice Subtle action.

"I'm sorry to trouble you."

Ban Zhun raised his eyes to look at Rong Qian in embarrassment, trying to find the expression "I'm fine, not impatient" on his face, seeing that the young man really didn't mean to be unhappy, his mood suddenly brightened, and he acted generously.

He leaned into Rong Qian's ear and said in a low voice, "You can make an offer for the shoulder-to-shoulder matter just now, and I will pay you back."

Ban Zhun still remembered the serious contract that he had signed in the hospital.

Rong Qian froze for a moment, didn't look at him again, and said, "Whatever, anyway, haven't you already credited the salary to my account?"

If you really don't want money, I'm afraid it will really frighten this timid and silly sea otter.

"Oh, okay, I'll see."

After hearing this sentence, Rong Qian always felt that something was not quite right.

Look at it... don't these usually come from a certain occasion and place...

Ban Zhun was oblivious to his thoughts, reached out to pick up his mobile phone from the table, without looking at Rong Qian, he stuffed it into his coat pocket.

However, he twisted his wrist and groped around his hip for a long time, but he couldn't find a place to hold his mobile phone.

"That's a fake pocket."

Rong Qian interrupted him suddenly, and his eyes fell on Ban Zhun's hand.

"what?"

Ban Zhun wondered how Rong Qian knew it was a fake pocket.

Apparently Rong Qian saw the doubt on his face and said, "I was wearing the wrong clothes just now."

Ban Zhun's attention was easily diverted. Hearing what Rong Qian said, he immediately focused on the word "wrong" in Rong Qian's mouth.

"Aren't our two clothes the same size?"

While talking, Ban Zhun reached out to grab his collar, as if he wanted to confirm whether his and Rong Qian's numbers were the same.

Rong Qian wanted to laugh a little, but for no reason, he thought that he didn't want Ban Zhun to feel depressed.

However, Ban Zhun had a careless temper and didn't care about this kind of thing. Instead, after seeing that his clothes were different from Rong Qian's, he turned his head and looked at Rong Qian from top to bottom.

Only then did he notice that the boy who had been eating and sleeping with him for nearly three months seemed to have grown a lot in size.

In addition, Rong Qian's frame was originally broad, but it was not too strong at all, so even when he was wearing clothes, he still looked very slender and thin.

Combined with this somewhat appalling height at this time, it seemed that he would definitely not be able to withstand his two punches.

Rong Qian was scared by him, and took half a step back, "What are you doing?"

Suddenly, Rong Qian felt that he seemed to see in Ban Zhun's eyes the meaningful emotion of "my son is finally promising".

Ban Zhun grinned, looked him up and down enviously, and couldn't help but ask, "You must be [-]?"

He was very surprised that Ban Zhun took the initiative to chat with him, but Rong Qian got used to it. Hearing Ban Zhun's question, he still replied indifferently as before:

"One eighty-six."

"It can grow, it can grow."

Ban Zhun nodded in satisfaction.

"It should be like this, it won't last longer."

Rong Qian's implication was to tell Ban Zhun not to have height anxiety, but Ban Zhun immediately retorted inwardly after hearing this:

It's not just Ancestor, you've only been going so far, and later you can carry the protagonist to the 186th floor, how can you only stay at [-].

While speaking, Moore had already walked towards them with two more clothes.

He smiled and said to Ban Zhun: "Teacher Ban, you must be familiar with the positioning of our show, which is to show the love between partners, so in addition to a set of formal attire, Teacher Ban, you also need to prepare with Xiao Rong. Take a look at the status of the pajamas, a friendly reminder, it's couple pajamas."

Ban Zhun blinked blankly.

couple pajamas...

Before he finished sorting out his emotions, two fluffy one-piece pajamas were stuffed into his arms.

Moore smiled and said, "I'll wait for you over there, class teacher~"

Ban Zhun carried the two Ultraman pajamas, put his finger on the transformation device that the staff had prepared for them, stroked it twice, and forced a smile with his mouth stiff:

"The program team really...has a heart..."

Moore fiddled with Ban Zhun's forehead: "Of course, everyone is working hard on this show."

Seeing that Ban Zhun didn't seem very happy, Moore comforted Ban Zhun again:

"Teacher Ban, you can be content with it haha... In the shed next door, Director Qiao was forced by Director Luan to dance with a pink scarf and a fan."

Ban Zhun: "..."

Compared with Director Qiao, his state at this time seems to be more beautiful than that.

It's just that Rong Qian was really wronged.

Ban Zhun turned his head to comfort his ancestor, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Rong Qian looking at the Ultraman pajamas in his hand, looking quite interested in it .

Tsk, children are indeed children, and they can't change their playful nature at any time.

Ban Zhun thought.

"By the way, Teacher Ban, you guys have a rest first, I have to go to the shed next door to have a look, and I'll be back in about half an hour."

Moore picked up his equipment and turned to Luoluo:

"Baby, you can change the makeup of the class teacher and the others, and I'll be back in a while."

Luoluo responded obediently.

Ban Zhun obediently lay on the sofa, waiting for Luo Luo to remove Rong Qian's make-up.

As a result, after a while, he fell into a deep sleep with the transforming device in his arms.

As soon as Ban Zhun closed his eyes, Rong Qian's eyes fell on his face.

The young man slept soundly, his thick eyelashes covered his lower eyelids, except for the occasional trembling, it looked like two thick small fans.

No wonder he was so resistant to wearing glasses just now.

Although Rong Qian himself has this concern, he has not been rigidly restrained by the requirement of wearing glasses for many years, so he does not feel too much discomfort.

The sky outside the window had already darkened, and because of the winter, the night fell relatively early compared to the south.

The bright and white moonlight shines through the window and falls on the face of the sleeping young man, Rong Qian's state of mind undergoes a change that even feels weird to him.

He suddenly wanted to touch this heart-wrenching moonlight.

Rong Qian slowly raised his arm resting on the edge of the sofa, stretched his fingertips, and gently touched the young man's eyebrows.

Just... touch it.

Rong Qian told himself so.

Ban Zhun's eye sockets are slightly deep, even with his eyes closed, it makes people feel that there is an undercurrent surging in his heart.

"...Rong Qian, what are you... doing?"

Ban Zhun's tired and hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the hazy night.

"..."

Rong Qian's brain froze suddenly, and he looked at the young man who opened his eyes in shock.

The author has something to say:

Class Boss: Help, when you opened your eyes, you found that the hand of the person who wanted to kill you was placed near your neck, what should you do, wait online, urgent.

Mrs. Ben: My wife opened her eyes and saw that I was touching his face. He seemed very excited and happy. Otherwise, why did he blush? He just loved me and stopped running away.

[Wooooow, I'm so sleepy, I need Modo Modo's comment, the little donkey needs to adjust his schedule, the donkey's hair is about to fall off, oh~]