After pretending to be A, I was hugged by the national brother [Transmigration Book]

Zhong Xun didn't notice Fu Shiyan's mood swing at all. He didn't know if Fu Shiyan could adapt to this environment, so he chose a hidden position in a corner.

Zhong Xun skillfully picked up the teapot on the table, gently swirled the tea in the cup with a corner missing, and poured it into the trash can standing at his feet.

"Deputy squad leader, are there many roadside stalls like this?"

Zhong Xun's hand that was pouring tea paused slightly. Hearing Fu Shiyan's words, he calmly put the clean cup refilled with tea on his side, and gave a vague answer, "It's okay."

Fu Shiyan took the teacup Zhong Xun handed over with a smile, took a sip lightly, and didn't continue to entangle in the question that was just a whim just now.

He courteously took out a pencil from the pen holder on the table, and pushed it in front of Zhong Xun together with the menu placed in the corner, "What would the deputy monitor want to eat?"

"...you just have to look at it."

Zhong Xun glanced at the slender fingertips of the person on the opposite side holding the paper, and kicked the ball back to him calmly, "Don't you want to eat barbecue?"

"Then I'll take it easy."

Although he said so, Fu Shiyan hadn't dated people of the same age with this kind of street stall /luke/kebab. He asked Zhong Xun's opinion in the casual exchange topic between the two without any trace. , and then carefully fill in the specific quantity on the column after the dish.

"drinks……"

Fu Shiyan's eyes inadvertently glanced at the beverage category at the end of the menu, and his eyes focused on the fancy beer brand for a few seconds. He seemed to raise his head unintentionally, and was about to speak on this topic. However, Zhong Xun calmly took out the water bottle he was carrying from the network compartment next to his schoolbag under the backdrop of the crowd surrounded by fireworks.

The tea in the transparent kettle has a beautiful light yellow color, and the goji berry floating on the top layer is particularly eye-catching. A light-colored chrysanthemum falls in the ripples of the water, slightly rippling.

It is incompatible with the atmosphere of the whole barbecue stall.

"I'll just drink this."

But the man didn't feel that there was anything wrong. Seeing Fu Shiyan staring at the kettle in his hand in a daze, he asked Fu Shiyan symbolically, "...do you want to drink?"

"..."

When Fu Shiyan was so speechless, he blinked, nodded his head a little stiffly, but raised the end of the sentence, "Okay."

"Have you ordered?"

After cleaning up the table next to him, the owner of the barbecue restaurant glanced over inadvertently, and /fuck/ spoke fluent localization and inserted/into their conversation in a timely manner without any sense of disobedience.

Fu Shiyan wanted to pass the completed menu to the boss, but Zhong Xun blocked it with his hand.

Zhong Xun delivered the fluffy piece of paper to the boss himself, smiled at him, and said lightly, "You don't need to send it over when it's done, just call us to get it by ourselves."

It was the first time for the boss to see a customer making such a request, so he couldn't help but look at Zhong Xun twice, grinned heartily and agreed, "Okay."

Zhong Xun took another cup and refilled the tea in his kettle and pushed it towards Fu Shiyan. He stared at the wobbly ripples in the cup, and said softly, "Now, can you start explaining to me?"

"One of the actors in our production team who was originally scheduled suddenly fell ill and was hospitalized before the filming started."

Fu Shiyan obviously didn't intend to spend too much time explaining the topic of insisting on inviting him to join the group, but just brushed it off lightly.

"for……"

Why, why would you choose him?

What Zhong Xun wanted was not such flirtatious words, what he wanted to know most was why Fu Shiyan took so much trouble to let himself play the role?

Although Zhong Xun also vaguely understood that if he really asked Fu Shiyan, he would probably only think that the temperament of the deputy squad leader was super suitable for this role at first glance.

No one can understand the real thoughts in the heart of this seemingly harmless and smiling Guomin brother.

Zhong Xun regained his composure, and he reached for the kettle in front of him, the slightly sweet tea moistened his dry throat.

He roughly clarified his thoughts.

No matter what, since this is Fu Shiyan's request, Zhong Xun will do his best to help him.

In this way, they can clear up as soon as possible.

Zhong Xun didn't cling to the reason anymore, he changed direction as if compromising, "What kind of script is it?"

Hearing Zhong Xun's words, the corners of Fu Shiyan's mouth curved without showing any traces. He quickly suppressed the flash of emotion in his eyes, and began to explain to Zhong Xun seriously, "Does the deputy squad leader know about the pianist Yuan Jiang?"

This question suddenly touched Zhong Xun's blind spot of knowledge. The original owner's memory bank does not seem to have such a name, and he himself does not have the impression that he has seen it in the book. He can only look at it under the gaze of Fu Shiyan He shook his head slightly.

"It's okay not to know,"

Fu Shiyan put the corners of his eyes aside, and said solemnly, "It's just an ordinary pianist."

"..."

"I played the role of Yuan Jiang in his youth, and the role of the deputy squad leader——"

Fu Shiyan paused, as if he was looking for a suitable adjective, his eyes lit up suddenly, and Fuzhi concluded in a spirited way, "It should be the white moonlight of his youth?"

... White, white moonlight?

"...Is it the kind of role that led Yuan Jiang into the piano world as both a teacher and a friend?"

Zhong Xun thought for a moment, then followed his description and reasoned further.

"It seems right to say that?"

Fu Shiyan's eyes flickered slightly, "But..."

"Your barbecue at the ninth table is ready!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the loud voice of the boss who was standing in front of the open-air barbecue grill pierced through powerfully.

"Just sit here, I'll get it alone."

Zhong Xun stood up resolutely, attracting most people's attention. He stood in front of Fu Shiyan deliberately, and said softly to him with his head down.

Fu Shiyan seemed to have gotten used to Zhong Xun's usual overprotection, nodded obediently, and watched Zhong Xun leave.

Even though the rich voice of the boss attracted the eyes of the diners who were seated, many of them just looked up for a moment and then quickly looked away.

However, there is a table of people whose unconscious vision is different from that of other people who eat melons.

Relying on years of experience in avoiding paparazzi and black fans, Fu Shiyan keenly caught the resentful eyes of a few students in uniforms sitting not far from their table staring at Zhong Xun's back.

Looking at the green uniforms on them, it seems that the students next door are students from No. [-] Middle School?

Fu Shiyan narrowed his eyes slightly.