The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

Compared with the blankness in Rong Qian's mind, the class norm at this time is even more frightening.

Originally, because Moore left halfway, he felt a little bored, so Ban Zhun lay down on the sofa by the way, thinking about resting for a while, and then entering the shooting state after Moore came back.

However, I don't know if it's because such an environment makes it easier for people to fall into a deep sleep. In short, Ban Zhun planned to close his eyes and take a rest for a while, but suddenly he was sleepy and fell asleep unprepared.

In a daze, he felt a gentle force on his brow bone, which was so warm and docile that one couldn't help but want to move closer there.

But Ban Zhun just fell asleep, not dead.

The warm temperature stayed on his face for a long time, which made him feel something was wrong even in his sleep, and opened his eyes curiously.

Unexpectedly, opening his eyes almost sent him away on the spot.

Rong Qian's hand was actually on his face.

The shadow that had hung over Ban Zhun's mind when he just woke up on the day of the car accident suddenly hit his heart again.

As a result, Ban Zhun subconsciously asked Rong Qian the panic and confusion in his heart.

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

Rong Qian's reaction was fairly quick. After a brief moment of stupefaction, he pressed Ban Zhun's forehead a little harder:

"There are mosquitoes on it."

His face looked very decent, and he didn't seem to have any evil intentions, but...

"Are there still mosquitoes this season?"

Ban Zhun was even more puzzled.

Rong Qian paused, cleared his throat, and said lightly, "It's possible if the environment in the studio is good."

Ban Zhun's consistent tenet is that no matter what Rong Qian's true thoughts are, as long as this ancestor does not pose a threat to his life, then everything he said is correct.

Hearing this, Ban Zhun sat up from the sofa with a whoosh, hugged the transformation device he put on his stomach before going to bed, and nodded to Rong Qian in approval:

"That's right, the temperature in this room is high, and mosquitoes can survive."

Seeing that Ban Zhun was willing to step down the steps for him, Rong Qian couldn't help being a little surprised, but he still didn't say anything, turned around and walked towards the locker room.

The shooting of the poster finally came to an end before Ban Zhun's patience was about to run out.

But in fact, Ban Zhun's patience is gradually disappearing, which is directly proportional to the expression of Rong Qian who is always standing by his side.

Rong Qian frowned from time to time, Ban Zhun sighed from time to time, and Moore also apologized from time to time.

"Okay, teacher class." Moore handed the things in his hands to the assistant with satisfaction, and walked towards Ban Zhun, who was sweating from the forehead with a smile, "Thank you, teacher class, Xiaorong."

Ban Zhun waved to him and thanked him, then turned and went back to the dressing room to change.

As soon as he buttoned the collar of his shirt, Ban Zhun received a notification from the program team.

[All guests who participated in the recording of "A Little Thing to Love You" need to arrive at Jinghai Xijiao Resort before five o'clock in the evening. The order of arriving at the "Landlord's Compound" is closely related to the rules of the next game. Please hurry up! time. 】

"Let's go, let's go," Ban Zhun didn't understand the rules of variety shows, but he knew that if this happened, the program team would dig a hole, so he greeted Rong Qian, "Let's try to get early, it's a bit far from the western suburbs."

Probably because of entering the recording state, Ban Zhun felt that Rong Qian would also be in a tense state like himself, and he became much more casual when talking to the little ancestor who was always respectful on weekdays.

But this made Rong Qian feel very useful.

His eyes fell on the young man's back, and the corners of his mouth curled up irresistibly.

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The tough-looking MPV drove into the courtyard gate where the destination was located. Immediately afterwards, Ban Zhun jumped out of the car in a hurry, staggered and knocked on the gong set up by the program group, signaling his arrival.

"Ban Zhun, Rong Qian, No.3 has arrived at the scene!"

Zhou Yang, who was waiting on the side, hurriedly handed hot water bottles to Ban Zhun and Rong Qian, and said in a low voice:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ban, we have to wait for the fourth group of guests to arrive before we can proceed to the next step."

Ban Zhun took the hot water bottle for Rong Qian, hissing from the cold, and smiled at Zhou Yang: "Sure, you can go inside to warm up for a while, thank you for your hard work, you don't need to stay here with us."

As early as in the afternoon when he came out of the elevator, Zhou Yang had completely changed his opinion of his arrogance and arrogance.

So at this time, after hearing Ban Zhun's caring words, he shyly pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose:

"...I, I'll do it right here, Mr. Ban, sit here and rest for a while."

Rong Qian took a small half step forward indiscriminately, standing between Ban Zhun and Zhou Yang, and said to Ban Zhun as if looking into the distance:

"It's 04:30 now. If the fourth group doesn't arrive within half an hour, it is estimated that they will be sentenced to the bottom."

Zhou Yang tried left and right, but Rong Qian's broad shoulders took him for granted, and he couldn't even see a hair of Ban Zhun, so he could only give up, and turned back to the director's place.

Seeing that Rong Qian took the initiative to talk to him, Ban Zhun couldn't help responding in surprise: "Yes, I don't know if Director Qiao is the last one."

Rong Qian didn't answer.

But in the next second, he patted Ban Zhun on the shoulder, signaling him to look in the direction he was looking at: "Director Qiao is over there, he should have gone to the bathroom just now."

Ban Zhun tensed up instantly.

With his thin back straightened, he waited with a smile on his face for Qiao Musheng and his wife to walk towards them.

"Director Qiao, hello Teacher Luan...I...my name is Ban Zhun..."

Seeing his idol, Ban Zhun suddenly became stuttering and suffering from sequelae of cerebral thrombosis, without the usual appearance of talking and laughing freely in the turbulent business circle.

Qiao Musheng had always liked Ban Zhun's face.

Those of them who are directors care most about the aura of an actor, and the pair of eyes on their faces that are always full of affection but hesitate to speak.

Coupled with the sincere invitation from Ban Zhuo, Ban Zhuo's elder brother, Qiao Musheng really didn't want to slap Ban Zhuo's face, and secondly, he wanted to have a relaxing vacation time with Luan Yueping, which made them happy when they were young. A dream come true.

So he was invited to participate in the recording of this love variety show. By the way, he also took a look at his younger brother Banzhun who Banzhuo strongly recommended to him. Apart from this face, what else is so special.

"Haha, hello, little Ben, I often hear your brother mention you to me."

Qiao Musheng straight to the point said to Banzhuo that he had no intention of hiding his acquaintance with Banzhuo.

Luan Yueping held Qiao Musheng's arm, smiled and nodded to Ban Zhun.

Ban Zhun was already a little slurred when he saw Qiao Musheng, but when he heard his elder brother's name again, he couldn't help feeling even more flustered.

Seeing Ban Zhun's appearance, Rong Qian always felt that he should do something for this silly sea otter.

"Hello, Director Qiao, and Teacher Luan," Rong Qian said to Qiao Musheng with a smile while holding Ban Zhun's wrist, "I heard that the two teachers are coming, and Brother Zhun couldn't sleep well the day before. It’s been told to me many times.”

Qiao Musheng has always been Banzhun, a spoiled young master. Even with Banzhuo's foreshadowing, he still couldn't get rid of his bad impression of Banzhun, but until he heard what Rong Qian said, Qiao Musheng's My heart was just a little loose.

After all, Banzhun doesn't make movies, and he can become a daunting figure with Banzhuo in the business world, and there is no need to please him, an old man.

Looking along the blue and white wrist held by the young man, he found that Ban Zhun's fingers slightly curled up and grasping the corner of his clothes seemed to be trembling slightly.

"Don't be nervous, little Ben." Qiao Musheng raised his hand and patted Ban Zhun's shoulder. "This time we have a chance to live together and communicate a lot. It will be great if we get to know each other slowly."

The implication of his words made Ban Zhun's eyes light up.

Regardless of thanking Rong Qian for guiding Qiao Musheng to see his nervous state, Ban Zhun directly bowed slightly to Qiao Musheng, "Okay, thank you, Director Qiao, and Teacher Luan. Take care of it."

While talking, the last couple had also entered the landlord's compound.

All the guests have arrived.

In addition to Qiao Musheng and his wife, Ban Zhun and Rong Qian, there were two other couples in the guest group.

One pair is Yang Wenzhuo and his artist wife Song Sihan who are also in the business circle, and the other is a same-sex couple like Ban Zhun and the last group of arrivals. Possible popular traffic Jin Yang and Luo Sheng.

When the gong fell, the director sincerely expressed his deep gratitude to all the guests present, and then began to announce the task:

"Everyone, we will start to allocate accommodation next. In addition, our host Mr. Han Jian will arrive at our recording site tomorrow."

All the guests nodded, expressing their knowledge.

"Before that, we need to use a small game to arrange everyone. Since Director Qiao and his wife are the first to arrive at the landlord's compound, they can directly compete with the winners of the next three pairs."

"What game, director?"

Song Sihan asked curiously.

The director shook the task card in his hand, and replied with a smile: "Let's be simple and rude, arm wrestling, and arrange the accommodation according to the winning or losing of the game."

Hearing this task, some of the guests present were happy and some were worried.

Qiao Musheng obviously felt very sad.

He is the oldest player present, and although he can be the last match, he still has a high probability of losing.

If Luan Yueping couldn't live in a comfortable courtyard, he would definitely feel guilty.

Ban Zhun saw that the people around him seemed to be thinking about how to win cleverly, which was completely opposite to his own thoughts, and his mood became brighter.

Rong Qian looked at Ban Zhun who was gearing up, twisting his waist and swinging his arms, and couldn't help feeling strange: "What are you doing?"

Because of the joy of seeing director Qiao Musheng, Ban Zhun has not slowed down until now, so even when he answered Rong Qian's question, he was smiling.

Rong Qian stared at the dimple on his lips and couldn't take his eyes off, he could only watch Ban Zhun leaning towards him mysteriously.

The aroma of grape buds suddenly invaded the nostrils.

Rong Qian was slightly taken aback by Ban Zhun's sudden approach, and then he heard the young man whisper in his ear, "I'm preparing to release the water."

"what?"

Rong Qian didn't understand what he meant.

But after seeing Ban Zhun's gaze on Qiao Musheng and his wife, Rong Qian instantly understood.

It turned out to be the case.

"But... are you sure you can beat him by wrestling your wrist?"

Rong Qian signaled Ban Zhun to look at the tall and burly Yang Wenzhuo, as if he was vaguely expecting something in his heart, always feeling that Ban Zhun would say something to him...

"It's not about you."

Ban Zhun lightly bumped Rong Qian's shoulder with his own, and turned his head to wink at him.

Rong Qian's Adam's apple rolled suddenly, avoiding the young man's smiling gaze.

The director continued:

"Since A Zhun and Jasper, Xiao Yang and Ewing are all boys, we need to compete in twos to choose two winners, and then we will compete against Brother Zhuo and Director Qiao in turn."

Ewing is Luo Sheng's English name.

With Zhen Bujia's confession, the director has changed his name to Ban Zhun from "Teacher Ban" to "A Zhun", in order to prevent the audience from mistakenly thinking that Ban Zhun brought money into the group, so the director team That's why I respect him.

If it were in the past, the truth is indeed like this.

It's just that this cooperation was really won by Zhen Bujia for his boss by relying on his penetrating tongue.

Zhen Bujia didn't want his painstaking efforts to be in vain.

Brother Zhun has already started working hard, as an assistant, he can't hold back, right?

Ban Zhun was very satisfied with the program group's behavior of showing great respect to fellow comrades. After all, it also avoided the problem of distinguishing between him and Rong Qian who was more aggressive in public, which made him feel the urge to cry.

Jin Yang and Ban Zhun sat down face to face, and at the same time, Rong Qian and Luo Sheng also sat in front of each other.

Ban Zhun exhaled slowly.

It's natural for Rong Qian to beat Luo Sheng, but if he really loses Jin Yang, the scene will definitely be ugly.

Although he has never been in a variety show, Ban Zhun has gained more experience in the business field than in the entertainment industry.

Keep a line in everything, and you can't brush people's face like this.

Besides, if it's a bit harsh, if you really do this, you don't know if Jin Yang will hold it in his heart.

Therefore, each couple only needs to keep one who advances.

but……

Ban Zhun suddenly remembered his worries. He forgot to tell Rong Qian to take care of Director Qiao at the last moment.

Jin Yang's strong force has already been transmitted from his hand.

Ban Zhun immediately pulled it back without showing any weakness, but he could see that Jin Yang secretly grabbed the corner of the table with his left hand.

"Oh my god, instakill! Ewing was instakill!"

Rong Qian's side had already decided the winner. Almost the moment the director said the word "beginning", Luo Sheng's hand was pressed on the table by Rong Qian.

Rong Qian, who won without any suspense, stood up from the chair, and his eyes fell on Ban Zhun's hand.

He knew Ban Zhun's strength. When he was drunk, it took a little effort for him to move the drunk man to the bed.

Therefore, even Ban Zhun in a normal state should not lose to Jin Yang, at least not as hard as it seems now.

So what's going on now.

At this moment, Ban Zhun was having a difficult time in his heart.

If he wanted the scene to look as good as possible, he should pretend to lose to Jin Yang now.

Otherwise, Jin Yang would definitely not be able to lift his head up in front of Luo Sheng.

But what should Director Qiao do...

The rhythm driven by the director made it too late for Ban Zhun to think too much. Before he hesitated, Jin Yang had already pressed his hand on the table.

Ban Zhun could only stand up from his chair and watch the next game first.

This time it was Yang Wenzhuo's turn to play against Jin Yang.

"Ah Zhun, why don't you come, I just saw you pouring water on Xiao Yang."

Yang Wenzhuo stood up from Song Sihan, stretched his strong biceps, greeted Ban Zhun with a smile, and patted Ban Zhun's shoulder with his hand.

Jin Yang, who successfully entered the next level, suddenly became ugly.

Ban Zhun was standing beside Jin Yang, hearing that he directly responded to Yang Wenzhuo's ambiguous laughter:

"Brother Zhuo, Xiao Yang is left-handed, we broke it with the right hand, he has already given way to me."

"Oh? Let him use his left hand to break it with me."

Yang Wenzhuo has been in the mall for many years, he can tell what kind of person Jin Yang is.

Besides, he doesn't care about such a show at all, and even looks down on these homosexuals from the bottom of his heart.

And the reason why Yang Wenzhuo was willing to chat with Ban Zhun in a pleasant manner was entirely because of the cold-faced President Ban's over his head.

Those who offended Banjo did not end well.

However, in their daily business dealings, Banzhuo's attitude towards them is terribly indifferent and alienated, and even because of his natural nobleness, people feel that even if he always maintains such an attitude when interacting with others, it is still reasonable .

Ban Zhun saw that the young couple's faces were paler than that of the task card, he couldn't help but sighed in his heart, and looked at Yang Wenzhuo seriously, as if he hoped that he would stop finding fault and not be too decisive in doing things.

Although Yang Wenzhuo was in awe of Banzhuo on the surface, how could he not be disgusted with him in his heart, seeing Banzhuo's precious brother at this time, the suppressed anger in his heart surged up instantly.

Not finding fault?

dream.

Even if you can't offend Banjo on the surface, but if you pretend to teach this beautiful young master a lesson here, Banzhuo probably won't do anything to him.

Ban Zhun is nice to Rong Qian, but it doesn't mean he is nice to everyone, nor does it mean he has no temper.

Seeing that Yang Wenzhuo really seemed to be stubborn towards Jin Yang, he took half a step, wanting to say something for Jin Yang.

However, his wrist was held down by Rong Qian who came to him at some point, and a clear voice rang in Ban Zhun's ear:

"I'll try it with you."

Rong Qian already thought Yang Wenzhuo's hand on Ban Zhun's shoulder was an eyesore.

I wish I could tear it off Ban Zhun's shoulders.

Therefore, under the addition of boredom, Rong Qian went against his previous habit of not saying anything, and subconsciously stood in front of Ban Zhun.

Yang Wenzhuo reluctantly sat on the chair, but after thinking about it, he felt that if he could defeat Ban Zhun's lover together, it would be a surprise for him.

The director removed the hands covering the two wrists, counting down quickly in his mouth:

"Three, two, one, start!"

"Come on, husband!" Song Sihan rushed to Yang Wenzhuo and shouted loudly, "Come on, husband!"

With his wife's encouragement, Yang Wenzhuo gritted his teeth even more and exerted force on his hands.

But he suddenly discovered that the boy sitting opposite him seemed to be teasing him from the very beginning.

The expression on that face was calm and indifferent, not as flushed as his own, but the strength in his hands was not at all as strong as a teenager should have.

Yang Wenzhuo frowned, looking at Rong Qian's slightly drooping long eyelashes in puzzlement.

He didn't look like he wanted to meet his eyes.

Yang Wenzhuo couldn't help but get even more angry.

Rong Qian has a very detailed understanding of the joints on a human body, and he knows exactly what kind of force to use to make people suffer the most. He calmly used the force of his joints to slowly grind Yang Wenzhuo's wrist bones.

Seeing that Yang Wenzhuo's face was getting paler and paler, Rong Qian's hand was pressed very close to the table by him, but it was always a little bit short before it touched the table, which was not a win at all.

Yang Wenzhuo was about to bite his teeth and bleed.

Therefore, the scene recorded in the camera is the scene where the boy with a calm expression pressed his wrist against the table in retaliation with his whole body gritted teeth and pale face.

Rong Qian felt that the time was almost up.

He exerted force between his wrists, his slender fingers clenched Yang Wenzhuo's palm tightly, and instantly seized the initiative, twisting his backhand——

Hearing a "bang", Yang Wenzhuo's hand was slammed heavily on the cold table, and the back of his hand, which was already blue and white from the cold, suddenly turned blue and red after being hit.

"Fuck me..."

Yang Wenzhuo cursed in pain, and raised his hand to attack Rong Qian according to his own temperament.

But he didn't expect Rong Qian to tilt his head obediently and smiled at him. There was even a hint of obedience in the smile: "Thank you, Mr. Yang, for letting go."

The more he said this sentence, the more it made Yang Wenzhuo unable to step down from the stage.

After all, anyone with eyes could see how hard Yang Wenzhuo worked to win him. Even his face seemed to have the words "I must win" written all over his face.

Ban Zhun almost laughed out loud.

You also show off your strength, making gestures with other protagonists, and don't check whether you are strong enough.

Rong Qian sprained Yang Wenzhuo's right hand, just leaving room for Jin Yang to make full use of his left hand.

Good at left-handed vs. not good at it, Jin Yang had already pressed the back of Yang Wenzhuo's hand onto the table in less than five seconds.

win.

He glanced at Rong Qian, and then smiled gratefully at Ban Zhun, who was standing beside the young man, watching the play leisurely.

Jin Yang didn't need to be at the bottom, so he was naturally willing to be Rong Qian's defeated opponent.

But even with his good left hand, Jin Yang understood the terrifying strength of the young man in front of him the moment he grasped Rong Qian's hand, so he resolutely gave up struggling after showing enough shots and became the man who overwhelmed Yang Wenzhuo. The countdown No.2 of a couple.

Everything that follows will follow suit.

Under the nervous gaze of Ban Zhun, Rongqian held Qiao Musheng's old hand, and then lost to Qiao Musheng decently and calmly, allowing the old man to successfully get No.1 and the small courtyard with the best accommodation conditions.

"Hey, Jasper, why is your palm hurt?" Qiao Musheng asked in surprise.

Hearing Qiao Musheng's question, Rong Qian realized that the arm wrestling between himself and Qiao Musheng had invisibly exposed the wound of helping Ban Zhun to block the corner of the table.

He quickly glanced at Ban Zhun, who was already surprised, his eyes obviously became a little guilty, and he turned his head away from looking at the young man's eyes.

As soon as he won the game, Qiao Musheng thought he was old and strong, so he turned around and smiled with Luan Yueping proudly.

However, after thinking about it, he suddenly realized that when Rong Qian wrestled with Yang Wenzhuo just now, it was almost an insulting crush. It would be too unscientific to lose to himself at this time.

Therefore, he understood Ban Zhun and Rong Qian's intentions in an instant, and couldn't help being moved.

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According to the guidance of the staff, with the help of a strong flashlight and Rong Qian's support, Ban Zhun barely managed to walk into his courtyard in the dark.

"Let me see the wound on your hand."

After entering the room, Ban Zhun just took off his heavy coat before turning his head to look at Rong Qian's hand.

Rong Qian paused as he put his schoolbag on the sofa, pretending not to understand, and asked, "What wound?"

Ban Zhun frowned slightly, strode up to the boy, unceremoniously grabbed his injured hand, and held it in front of his eyes for a closer look.

The wound was not deep, and it had already been treated by Rong Qian himself, so he had no worries at all.

Seeing that there was nothing he could do to help, Ban Zhun felt even more lonely, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry for always causing you trouble."

You also need to rely on your infinite strength to slap the idiot in the face.

Rong Qian quickly withdrew his hand from Ban Zhun's and put it in his pocket, disregarding Ban Zhun with an unnatural expression, "You touched me, and you have to pay liquidated damages."

Surprised by Rong Qian's sudden joke, Ban Zhun was stunned for a long time before turning his head and smiling: "Sure, I'll transfer it to you in a while."

If this kid only cares about money, he will feel better.

Just don't do things that make people misunderstood and make people... feel flustered for no reason.

Rong Qian felt that the smile was a little swaying, so he subconsciously recognized it and opened his eyes, walked into the master bedroom with his legs up, and took out his book to study.

The small courtyard that Ban Zhun and his wife won was second only to Qiao Musheng and his wife, so they had several rooms.

On the premise that the program crew did not have a rigid requirement to film the two sharing the same room, Ban Zhun slipped into the second bedroom with the quilt in his arms, made the bed thick, and after a hasty wash, transferred the money to Rong Qian , and finally plunged into the bed.

The program team has a lot of money and wealth. Apart from the small courtyard where the guests will live, they also contracted out a small half of the resort for the staff to live in.

There is even a very retro radio with a huge sound installed on the gate of each courtyard.

After tossing and turning on the bed for half the night, Ban Zhun temporarily put aside his thoughts about Rong Qian's weird behavior all day long, tried hard to overcome the habit of recognizing the bed, and managed to close his eyes and sleep for a while before dawn.

As a result, before he could finish a complete dream, he heard the alarm bell that the program group broadcast through the radio.

In desperation, Ban Zhun could only grab his disheveled hair and sneak into the bathroom. He had just finished washing, folded the towels neatly, and was about to go out to fold the quilt in the bedroom, and then waited for the staff from the program team to come Tell them to go to the landlord's compound for breakfast.

In the end, before he folded the quilt on the bed according to the corners, the director's voice came from the big broadcast at the gate of the courtyard:

"Guests, it's 26:3 in the morning. Next, you have [-] minutes to leave your home and try your best to run to the landlord's compound where the director team is located..."

Ban Zhun moved out of the window and listened intently with his head tilted.

"The first couple who arrived at the restaurant had a rich breakfast to choose from, the second and third couples who arrived only had a non-choice of soy milk and fried dough stick buns, and the last couple did not have breakfast."

The last four words struck Ban Zhun's head like a thunderbolt.

Only one breakfast from the second pair onwards and no breakfast for the last pair?

Isn't that killing him?

Are you forcing him to take the first place?

The director is still announcing the rules in the last few seconds:

"3 minute countdown - now, start!"

Ban Zhun was already starving. While the director was announcing the rules, he quickly figured out the specific route from his and Rong Qian's yard to the landlord's compound where the director's team was located. He only waited for the director's order before rushing out of the house.

As soon as he heard the director's voice, Ban Zhun immediately pushed open the entrance door, and while running, he turned his head and greeted Rong Qian who was staying in an unknown room:

"Hurry up, Rong Qian, it's late and there's no breakfast! We have to get there together! Did you hear me! Hurry up!"

Ban Zhun thought that Rong Qian had good physical strength, even if he ran ahead, he would be able to catch up later.

The most important thing now is that I have to show my head first, causing mental pressure to the other guests, making them feel that they can't catch up with me, and feel frustrated in their hearts, so they give up No.1's rich breakfast.

Ban Zhun knew that his thoughts were tantamount to dreaming. Everyone was a hungry wolf with an empty stomach for a whole night. Whoever saw the meat at their fingertips could easily let it go.

So he could only run towards the landlord's compound with this fantasy, praying in his heart that Rong Qian could catch up as soon as possible.

Yang Wenzhuo's fighting spirit was obviously stimulated by Rong Qian the day before. At this time, he dragged his sleepy wife to chase after Ban Zhun, and shouted childishly to Ban Zhun, "Come on, come on!" Oil".

Ban Zhun could almost hear Yang Wenzhuo's out of breath behind him.

Let alone how tired Song Sihan is, if they run at the speed of the two of them, they will soon overtake themselves.

Even if he couldn't catch up, he would follow Ban Zhun into the landlord's compound, and if Rong Qian hadn't run into the courtyard with him at that time, then No.1, who was close at hand, could only be handed over to Yang Wenzhuo and his wife.

Ban Zhun's desire to win immediately rushed to the top of his head.

He wanted to look back to see if Rong Qian had come out of the house.

If the ancestor really didn't give him any face, then he could pretend to be sprained in time, save enough face for both parties in advance, and give the audience a reasonable explanation.

Otherwise, he would really be ridiculed by the crowd.

Thinking of this, Ban Zhun slowed down slightly, wanting to take a look back at his small courtyard on the basis of safety.

However, as soon as he turned his head to the side, his whole body was held by the waist with a strong force, and his feet left the ground in an instant, soaring into the air, the world in front of him suddenly spun, and even Yang Wenzhuo and his wife behind him turned into running upside down.

Even the distance between them is getting bigger and bigger.

"Fuck..."

It took Ban Zhun a while to realize how outrageous his posture was.

He seemed to be picked up by Rong Qian, who was chasing after him.

this fucking...

Also too top.

The author has something to say:

Boss: Damn...my stomach is numb from his shoulder, damn it (sea otter rubs face)

Mrs. Ben: Huh... Really? Husband, I will definitely continue to work hard (little face is yellow)

【Hee hee hee, the sprinting Mrs. Brute force class is carrying her husband online, so sleepy, I will continue to code tomorrow, I am really hardworking, oh~ I want to praise~~】