After being on variety shows, I will draw big cakes for the actor

Chapter 119 Documentary Literature
Thinking that she had proved her identity, Zhong Jiuyin poked Ai Yuanyuan again.

"What about you? Hurry up and prove that you are a writer. Those who have an invitation letter are superior to others. After coercing me, I will coerce you."

Ai Yuanyuan was distressed: "How can a writer prove himself? I can't write a book on the spot for you to read, can I?"

People who can be called writers usually bring their own books when they introduce themselves. A certain book has been published, and a certain book has been selected into the textbook...

But the personal script did not provide her with a fake certificate in this regard.

"I can't prove myself," Ai Yuanyuan said, spreading her hands, "and there is no need to prove myself, I am a writer, the real thing."

Yuan Yi: "We don't believe it. Why can't writers rely on their social influence and status to get a simple ball invitation?"

Ai Yuanyuan: "I still don't believe that you are a musician, Liang Zhi is a dancer, and brother Yan Cheng is a chef. Do you want to write a song on the spot to prove yourself? Or ask Yan Cheng to be a chef in a five-star hotel immediately Food coming out?"

Liang Zhiruo said weakly: "If the identities are true, then...you are third-rate painters and third-rate writers, and your status is very low. The organizers look down on you at all?"

"What are you talking about?" Zhong Jiuyin asked coldly, "Who is a third-rate painter? You are also a fifth-rate dancer!"

Liang Zhi was sprayed and hid back.

At this time, the broadcast prompt pops up.

"drop--"

"Trigger the key plot."

The narrator's voice came out again, suddenly raising his voice, which startled everyone.

"'What qualifications do you have to judge whether I am a third-rate painter!' The painter, like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, shouted sharply at the proud dancer."

"The dancer showed contempt and disdain in his eyes, which was completely different from the angel of justice who reached out to help before. Obviously, as a well-known dancer, he looked down on those liars who talked big and packaged themselves."

"The dancer said some more cynicism. Before the musician had time to smooth things over, the writer who bowed his head and said nothing suddenly said something that made the faces of the three men change. She said..."

It's the story of Ai Yuanyuan again.

"It's a little difficult." She frowned and said, her expression a little anxious when she was thinking.

There is a time limit, and you want to get as high a score as possible, and the content is not too indicative. It is really not easy.

Everyone helped to think, Zhong Jiuyin was also thinking hard, unconsciously touching the scar on his wrist.

Those healed wounds have new tissue, which protrudes a little bit more than normal skin, and feels very present to the touch.

But in a quiet environment, after thinking about it, a certain thread of thought ran out of the fence of the brain like a cow yearning for the sky, and thought of something else.

For example, the wrong kiss with Yan Cheng in the utility room.

It seems that the original owner has never had the experience of kissing anyone, so does this count as defilement of the original owner's clean body and her own clean soul?
Yan Cheng's lips are soft...Of course that's not the point.

She was wondering if this kiss would cause a chain reaction.

In "Stunning Killer, Let My Lord Love You", the male and female protagonists have other thoughts because of an accidental mouth-to-mouth encounter. Gradually, they have changed from wary opponents to loving couples who want to get each other.

...Wait, so it's not a bedside reading made up for a long time, but non-fiction literature? !
The stunning killer accidentally traveled to another world, wanted to retire, met a beautiful man, and accidentally kissed... A life like her pirated version.

Then the pure savior relationship between her and Yan Cheng will gradually deteriorate?
The wild cow in his brain was still running wildly, and Yan Cheng's clear and pleasant voice came from beside him.

"What about you? What do you think?"

He didn't call her by name, but he tilted his body and looked at her. He was really asking for her opinion.

Zhong Jiuyin regained consciousness in a second, and said, "It's irony, it's just a few words that can change a man's face."

Bad body, bad brain, bad status, bad looks, etc.

Yan Cheng didn't know what she said behind, and said to Ai Yuanyuan after listening, "Then what we all think is to mock the identities of the three people. However, the writer's personality will bring constraints to this performance. Notice."

Ai Yuanyuan smiled sweetly and nodded, rehearsing it in her heart, mobilizing her emotions to match her tone.

Zhong Jiuyin stared at it, rubbing her wrist with her fingertips.

Originally standing beside her were Yuan Yi and Liang Zhi, but their positions were disturbed when they were drawing just now, now it is Yan Cheng standing on her left.

When Ai Yuanyuan was speaking, Yan Cheng suddenly asked in a low voice: "Wrist pain?"

With a very soft voice, he even casually blocked the microphone of the radio equipment. Everyone's attention was on Ai Yuanyuan, and no one noticed his subtle movements.

Zhong Jiuyin looked at him, continued to stare at Ai Yuanyuan, and answered him: "No."

Her lips moved slightly, and she lowered her voice.

"Then why keep scratching?" Yan Cheng asked again.

"Just touching it casually." She said casually.

They all stared ahead, except for a simple sentence that was spoken to the other party, there was no suspicious whispering in other places.

Yan Cheng didn't speak anymore, and when Ai Yuanyuan's lines were judged by the radio, and the amplified voice covered up other noisy and fine sounds, he said again: "Don't bear the pain."

Zhong Jiuyin stopped the rubbing movement, but her palm was still covering it, her lips moved slightly, and she asked, "Why don't you bear it? Stab you twice to divert your attention?"

"...You can get away from the camera for a while, and let the specially invited doctor of the program group give you relief."

"Oh, no," she said casually, "thanks for your concern."

Ai Yuanyuan won 70.00% of the reward for the plot, Yuan Yi and Liang Zhi were applauding, and Yan Cheng also raised his hand to take two or three shots together.

Then he calmly said: "The program team is not some unreasonable Party A. For the normal progress of the program, they will be more concerned about any problems you have in the game."

She was noncommittal, and her tone was more lazy: "Really."

Nothing else, just these two words.

It seemed impatient to continue talking with him, or maybe it was meaningfully asking him about his inexplicable concern.

Yan Cheng's clapping movements were stagnant, but he still didn't turn his head to look at her.

Both of them fell silent, and the atmosphere was weird.

Ai Yuanyuan and the others were all talking happily, with layers of cameras pointing at the murder scene covered in "blood" under their feet, which was not really a good environment.

But the human brain seems to automatically add frosted glass to the environment to isolate the sound and image, so that they can only focus on their side, as if...

It seemed that the brief silence brought them into a car, and the sound of the rainstorm and traffic was blocked out, and there was only a certain subtle relationship between the two of them.

They didn't look at each other, they just imagined that maybe the hanging arms were already very close, otherwise why could they feel the warmth of each other's close proximity?

Yan Cheng even thought, at such a distance, could the clothes have already touched her?If you move your finger a little, will it touch her hand?Then he had better not move, the camera caught it, and being taken malicious screenshots would cause unnecessary trouble.

"Brother Yan Cheng?" Ai Yuanyuan called him.

"Huh?" He raised his eyes and looked over with a calm expression.

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