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Chapter 58 Five Failures

When Ji Qingchuan came out, he didn't know whether it was because the bathroom was too hot or because he thought of something else, his face was quite red.After saying this, he turned his eyes away and looked around.

Fang Zheng rushed into the bathroom with a "whoosh".The speed is as fast as a rocket.

It's about to be eaten, eaten, eaten... Fang Zheng shouted silently.Fang Zheng was excited and apprehensive, forced to press and hold for a second to wash off the idea of ​​rushing out and knocking down the opponent, and washed himself carefully.It's hot and sweaty, and if you don't wash it off, what if you are rejected by the other party?

Remember the detailed steps?Fang Zheng asked himself while taking a shower.

Lubricating, expanding, and attacking, the theoretical steps are well-versed in the heart, and the only thing missing is the only standard for testing the truth-practice.

Such a warm picture appeared in Fang Zheng's mind - every evening, he went to pick up Qingchuan after get off work, and the two went home together.Roll to bed when you're full, and do whatever you love to help digest after meals.There is no longer the loneliness of one person, the world of two people is complete and warm.

The bedroom is of course a good place. The sofa in the living room is big, soft and nice. The moisture in the bathroom must not be missed, and the kitchen can also be used occasionally.Yan Ge said that changing places frequently is good for keeping freshness.Fang Zheng thought, in fact, as long as the person next to him is Ji Qingchuan, everything will be fine, and the location is not so important.

Thinking wildly, Fang Zheng washed himself three times, and did not leave the bathroom until he was sure that every pore was clean enough to be used as a specimen.

"I come……"

Before the word "La" could be uttered, Fang Zheng wept sadly and looked at the bed, all his excitement and expectations vanished.

Lie down on a bed in a five-star hotel with four adults, which is not too crowded, Ji Qingchuan leaned against the head of the bed, maintaining a reclining waiting position, motionless.The indelible dark circles under his eyes showed his fatigue.

The remote control is still in his hand, obviously waiting for Fang Zheng to wait too bored and watching TV to pass the time, but Fang Zheng's washing is really too slow, which is more impatient than the infinitely long commercials inserted in the middle of the TV series.After eating and watching movies, it was already very late, coupled with the steaming hot water, the exhaustion of these days poured out from every pore, Ji Qingchuan finally lost to the call of the sleepy god - sleep!Go!up!

Fang Zheng stood at the head of the bed, dumbfounded.He knew that the other party had been rehearsing very hard during this time, but he didn't expect that it would be so hard.If I had known earlier, I would have eaten whatever movie I watched!It is king to drag it back to the nest and eat it early in the morning!

Gently covering Ji Qingchuan with a quilt, Fang Zheng silently shed two lines of male tears.

Full of regret and grief, Fang Zheng turned on the mobile phone network out of boredom.Numbly and proficiently logged into the Xiaochrysanthemum forum, Fang Zheng mechanically posted "The other party actually fell asleep before going to bed, what should I do?" ".

The activity of the Xiaochrysanthemum Forum in the middle of the night has verified a famous saying: the Internet is the only place for single dogs.

As soon as Fang Zheng's post was published, the reply exploded instantly.

Floor 1: "I have teammates and I have teammates, and the host can only entertain himself like me."

2nd Floor: "So what if you have a sister/husband/friend? The host told us, what does it mean to have and not to have one!"

3rd floor: "It must be that the landlord's skills are too poor, and the other party pretended to be sleeping and begged to let him go."

Floor 4: "It's not necessarily a technical problem, it may also be a problem of appearance. The appearance of the poster is not attractive enough, right? Then you should find some other highlights! For example, play a uniform to seduce the horse."

Floor 5: "The one who subdues the magic horse is too OUT. The host doesn't know that poor skills can be made up for with props? Learn to use whips and candles and small handcuffs!"

Floor 6: "Upstairs +1. Props are a good thing."

From then on, this thread got weird.Everyone started a happy discussion about props.

From the objective version of "props have auxiliary functions for intercourse", to the exaggerated version of "props flow is better than technology flow", and then to the superstitious version of "props in hand, I have the world", and finally developed into "props, There are gay friends; no props, no girlfriends" MLM brainwashing version.Fang Zheng finally understood what it meant to be able to do whatever he wanted and call the wind and rain if he had props;

"It's too exaggerated, only an idiot will believe it."

Fang Zheng spat, while silently opening Baidu Maps, searching for the location of such supplies stores in S City.

"Not yet?" Li Weihang looked at Fang Zheng in disbelief.

"How do you know I didn't succeed? Hmph!" For the sake of face, Fang Zheng vowed to cover up the unfortunate fact.

"Look at you, you've got pimples on your forehead, you're obviously suppressed." Li Weihang broke his cover, "Useless stuff!"

Fang Zheng suddenly remembered that there was a boy in the same dormitory at the university, with pimples on his face, often the new pimples had nowhere to put their feet, and the big thorns occupied the pits of the old pimples.It turned out that this is the case.

"I feel sorry for Qingchuan, my heart aches!" Fang Zheng yelled, "He's been too tired recently. I don't want him to be unable to get up."

Fang Zheng didn't lie.

The performance of "Reverse Journey" is approaching day by day, and Ji Qingchuan's rehearsal volume is also increasing day by day, getting up early and going to bed late, practicing until late at night, and the dark circles under his eyes are so big that even pink can't cover them.

Fang Zheng saw someone on the Internet saying that Xiao Shou must not be able to get out of bed for three days after finishing the first time.

In case, in case the performance is delayed, Ji Qingchuan will definitely blame himself and feel depressed.So he stubbornly held back his anger, not daring to cross the threshold again.

"Come on, don't hide your incompetence." Yan Zhou walked in, "If Xiao Shou can't get out of bed, there are only two explanations: one is that Xiao Gong's skills are too poor, and the other is that Xiao Gong is too fierce. As a considerate good Gong, How can you do such a shameless thing to keep people from getting up? Don’t you see that your senior brother comes to work every day in good spirits? Don’t we both do it?”

Li Weihang frowned, and looked at Yan Zhou with contempt on his face: "Yes, I am full of energy every day, but you have become a drug residue."

"Who is crying every day and begging me to let me go? Since you said so, we will come and work all night tonight." Yan Zhou turned to Fang Zheng and said, "Your senior brother will ask for leave tomorrow!"

Fang Zheng burst into tears: "Is it really okay for you two to show your affection like this? You should stop doing it, I need my brother to sit in the clinic."

Yan Zhou was quite dissatisfied with Fang Zheng's words: "By the way, I am now the big boss of your family Qingchuan, shouldn't you flatter me and beg me to give him more resources and focus on cultivating him?"

"No need, thank you! Qingchuan has his self-esteem." Fang Zheng expressed his gratitude, "Brother Yan only needs to stop those who stumble, and I am already satisfied."

When "Reverse Journey" auditioned at the welcome event of the School of Drama of F University, Fang Zheng was not there.

In fact, he really wanted to join in the show, and even had the idea of ​​rushing to the stage to give flowers at the curtain call.

But he has guests, guests who have made reservations early.

That night, when Ji Qingchuan came back exhausted and excited, Fang Zheng knew that he must have performed really well.

"The children are so enthusiastic." Ji Qingchuan's eyes were full of stars, "Director Du said that according to today's situation, the performance will be changed to the City Theater on the day of the performance. We will have to adapt to the environment of the Grand Theater in the next few days and rehearse there. .”

"I really want to see you shine on the stage." Fang Zheng complained to Ji Qingchuan: "Why don't you just go back and be your assistant, so that I can stick to you 24 hours a day."

"Then why didn't you push today's guest?" Ji Qingchuan looked at him with a smile.

"Isn't that good?" Fang Zheng was distressed, "This is my job. Just like you have your play to perform, I also have my guests to receive."

Ji Qingchuan knocked on him: "Then it's over. What are mothers-in-law and mothers doing? A man should put his career first."

"Yeah. Act hard, I believe you can do your best. Me too." Fang Zheng's eyes lit up.

I will definitely stand side by side with you and do my best in my respective fields.

Three days after the audition ended, Director Duan called Ji Qingchuan himself: "Remember to come to the press conference of "Thousands of Machines" in this city on Saturday morning."

Director Duan seemed to be very busy on the other end, Ji Qingchuan hadn't spoken yet, the phone had already been hung up.

Ji Qingchuan: "..."

Just as I put the phone back into my pocket, the phone rang again.It was still Director Duan: "I have asked Lao Du for a day off for you."

Ji Qingchuan: "Okay..."

The phone disconnected again.

For the third time, Director Duan: "I forgot to say, the performance of "Reverse Journey" will start next Monday? I will definitely be there."

"thanks……"

"Beep beep..."

When the phone rang for the fourth time, Ji Qingchuan answered the phone numbly: "Director Duan, if you have anything to say, you can finish it all at once, I'm really not in a hurry."

"It's fine if you're not in a hurry. I'll go to your house for dinner tonight." Jing Ye's weak voice came from the other end of the phone, "I'm in a bad mood, and I urgently need spicy chicken, hot and sour soup, sweet and sour pork, Kung Pao Chicken, Boiled Pork Slices and other spicy brothers’ collective comfort.”

"What happened?" Ji Qingchuan asked with concern.

"We'll talk about it when we meet!" Jing Ye resolutely pulled the line.

Ji Qingchuan held up his mobile phone and looked at the sky blankly.Is today the day for the on-hook skill competition?

Jing Ye's phone call was beyond Ji Qingchuan's expectation.

After the first piece of "The Wall of Time", Jing Ye's rapid rise to fame is obvious to all. Now with the icing on the cake of "Thousands of Machines", it is just around the corner to become a first-line male star in China.At this moment, shouldn't he be extremely happy?

Telling Fang Zheng that Jing Ye is coming to eat, Fang Zheng expressed his dissatisfaction: "He is really rude. He doesn't know how to pack the food and wants you to pack it, right?"

Words come true!

As soon as Jing Ye entered the door, he said to Ji Qingchuan: "Qingchuan, I remember that your guest room is empty, let me rent it."

"The monthly rent is [-]." Ji Qingchuan joked with him.

"Okay!" Jing Ye replied straightforwardly, looking as if he had earned something, "I'll add another ten thousand, and you will cover my morning and evening meals. I like Qingchuan's cooking."

"The monthly rent is [-] yuan without meals, so I can't live here!" Fang Zheng strode out of the bedroom, "Anyway, Qingchuan and I live in the master bedroom, so it's a waste to have the guest room empty."

Fang Zheng bit "All live in the master bedroom" very hard.Jing Ye was really angry: "Why are you here? Do you live here?"

"Yes." Fang Zheng hugged Ji Qingchuan triumphantly, "I'm with Qingchuan, don't you know?"

"How is it possible?" Jing Ye didn't believe it.

"Well, every loser asks this question." Fang Zheng nodded.

Ji Qingchuan looked at the two of them with a headache: "Didn't the teacher teach you when you were in elementary school? Those who love to quarrel are not good children. Can you two children stop arguing?"

Jing Ye snorted, then turned to ask Ji Qingchuan: "Since he and I are children, why did you choose him instead of me?"

Ji Qingchuan rolled his eyes silently, and comforted him with a good temper: "Because he can eat, and you have to go on a diet for your figure."

Jing Ye couldn't believe it: "You choose your lover by the criteria of choosing a fool?"

"After all, every parent is happy to see their children love to eat, especially if they eat all the hard-cooked meals." Ji Qingchuan said.

"So, there are not a few children with three highs!" Jing Ye was very distressed.

Fang Zheng patted him: "Student Xiaojing, do you know that on July 1687, 7, Newton published "Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy", and he concluded that objects with greater mass are more attractive. I am more attractive than you Massive, so more attractive than you!"

Jing Ye thought for a while, then handed over the bag in his hand: "Qingchuan, I brought a gift, see if you like it."

Ji Qingchuan took the bag and saw that it was an expensive tie.

Jing Ye looked at him happily: "I heard from friends that the purpose of giving away clothes is to take them off with your own hands."

"You should make more elegant friends." Fang Zheng was very dissatisfied. "Chatting with friends with vulgar thoughts all day long makes it easy to have fantasies and twist your mind."

Jing Ye suddenly had the idea of ​​shooting Fang Zheng to death.

Ji Qingchuan was one step ahead of him, patted Fang Zheng away and said, "Go to the kitchen and look at the soup, Jing Ye and I will have a chat alone."

Fang Zheng watched Ji Qingchuan and Jing Ye enter the guest room together and closed the door.

The author has something to say: Fang Zheng is so loyal to the instinct of the body, but he is too idiotic, he can't handle such trivial things, he is too stupid!

I have never objected to carnal pleasures, only to physical contact without emotion.