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

In the end, the milk tea entered Zhou Yang's stomach under Zhu Zhou Yang's pitiful pleading.

But after all, the previous agreement came first, and correspondingly, Zhu Zhouyang also gained the additional double exercises.

"The questions you don't know can be left blank, but tomorrow I want to see the draft with traces of your thinking."

Zhu Zhouyang knew for the first time that such cold and terrifying words could be uttered from the smiling Zhong Xun.

His world was dyed in pitch black.

Zhu Zhouyang looked at the scriptures spread out on the desk in front of him, and regretted for the first time why he drank that cup of milk tea.

The mobile phone placed on the pile of textbooks and supplementary materials suddenly vibrated, Zhu Zhouyang tilted his head and glanced at it, it was a reminder from Pei Ji on a certain social software that he had applied through his friend.

Damn, he obviously said he wanted to leave a way to contact Brother Zhong, why did he take the initiative to apply to him first!

I wish Zhou Yang was worried that he had nowhere to vent his anger, but this notification just happened to hit him at this moment. The novel yin and yang, weird and hot words that he learned when he was studying that social APP and surfing the Internet were jumping like a spring at his fingertips up.

——I must pay attention next time!

However, the promises he swore in front of Zhong Xun many times not long ago reverberated uncontrollably in his mind.

Zhu Zhouyang stared deeply at the beautiful Chinese/Chinese words he had just typed on the screen, and then pressed the delete button one by one unwillingly.

So angry.

Zhu Zhouyang stared viciously at Pei Ji's empty circle of friends, as if doing so would make a hole in Pei Ji's body from the air. Suddenly, he suddenly thought of Zhong Xun, who was stalked by him this afternoon. The key information disclosed lightly.

That boy Pei Ji made the invitation for the competition after he knew Brother Zhong's true level. Since he dared to confront his boss head-to-head when he was clear about it, it at least shows that Pei Ji also has a certain degree of strength in himself. self-confidence?

Zhu Zhou Yang can only be a dead horse now as a living horse doctor. If Pei Ji is really just swollen face to make himself fat, then he has a legitimate reason to ridicule him.

Zhu Zhouyang felt that he was really a little clever ghost.

He swept away the decadent state dominated by the characters and symbols of the heavenly script just now, his eyes lit up, and he pressed the keypad of the phone again in the dialog box excitedly.

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After Zhong Yuan's usual tutoring at night was over, Zhong Xun personally handed over Fu Shiyan's TO sign to her.

"I, I am not dreaming!!!"

Knowing that the exquisitely packaged gift box in front of him contained something she had dreamed of for so long, Zhong Yuan blinked in disbelief.

Zhong Xun flicked her forehead lightly, and bent the corners of her lips, "Do you still think it's a dream?"

Feeling the slight touch from the forehead, Zhong Yuan hugged the gift box and giggled, "I will definitely treasure it as a family heirloom!!!"

After seeing off Zhong Yuan who was almost bouncing around, Zhong Xun returned to his room.

He glanced at the conspicuous clock hanging on the wall, it was already ten o'clock at night.

I don't know if Fu Shiyan is still working at this time.

Although he agreed to Fu Shiyan's phone reminder, the two of them just met today, so Fu Shiyan probably won't forget it, right?

Even though this seems to be the case from a general point of view, Fu Shiyan himself is a person who never plays cards according to routines. According to Fu Shiyan's character, if he really didn't call him today because of this, maybe he will call him directly tomorrow. A deadly call complaining about acting like a baby came back directly.

Let's try it out first.

Zhong Xun unconsciously dialed Fu Shiyan's number.

The phone didn't get a response immediately, but the ringtone played quietly, just when Zhong Xun thought that the system's busy signal was about to appear, it was connected by the other side at this delicate time node.

"Hey?"

Contrary to expectations, it was not Fu Shiyan's voice that sounded from the other end of the phone, but a sweet female voice.

Zhong Xun was slightly stunned for a moment.

"Hi, I'm sorry, it's not convenient for Fu Shiyan to answer the phone at work now, I will ask him to get back to you later."

Probably because I read the notes on the phone before answering the call, the other party did not treat this call as a call, but apologized softly.

"Okay, trouble."

Zhong Xun quickly reacted and thanked him politely.

Hearing the beeping sound of being hung up from the other end of the phone, he pursed his lips, looked at the name on the top row of the call record, and pressed the screen of the phone off after a long while.

On the other side, Fu Shiyan was busy from late at night until the early morning when the dawn dawned.

"Mr. Fu, someone called you just now."

When it was time to leave the set, the scene manager specially brought Fu Shiyan's belongings over.

"Ah, thanks."

Even though the continuous work had made Fu Shiyan gradually tired, he still thanked her with a smile.

Fearing that he would run away again, Xie Jianing, who stayed with him all night, took the job of assistant automatically, took the things handed by the field teacher with hatred, and said unconsciously, "Look at you , if it wasn't for you to insist..."

Fu Shiyan ignored Xie Jianing's rambling thoughts all the way, and returned to the hotel with somewhat heavy steps.

"How do you feel? Are you trying to hold on?"

Xie Jianing contacted Fu Shiheng as soon as he got off work. Fu Shiheng prepared the medicine early and waited for him in Fu Shiyan's room. Because he was worried about Fu Shiyan's physical condition after the operation, Fu Shiheng took a few days off in the hospital to stay with him.

"It's so delicate, it's okay."

Fu Shiyan turned on the faucet in the bathroom, and the sound of rushing water poured in, drowning out his voice, "Brother, are you a little overprotective?"

Fu Shiheng did not expose him, but poured a glass of water from the kettle again and put it on the table, slightly lifted the lid of the thermos to check the temperature of the porridge inside, "I cooked some porridge for you, if you don't have the appetite to drink it You don’t need to drink, you can rest immediately after taking the medicine.”

"understood."

The sound of the door being closed came faintly from the next door. After confirming that Fu Shiheng had left, Fu Shiyan heaved a sigh of relief. He rubbed his slightly sore temple with one hand, pushed open the frosted door, and walked into the door. separate bathroom.

Fu Shiheng's guess was not wrong at all, he was indeed holding on a little bit.

It wasn't until the cold water drops from the shower fell on his body that Fu Shiyan's slightly divergent mind came back.

For my normal self, working overnight is just a routine. When the schedule was tight in the past, there were cases where there were several overnight stays, but even at that time, it was never the same as it is now.

Not only was he physically tired, but there was also an unquenchable dryness/heat/surging in his heart.

The author has something to say: Why does it feel like ghs is going to happen after writing like this, so whoever asks you to reflect on yourself, okay [? 】

Our brother is so good, why no one came to buy the matches he received in advance [tears]