BE Crazy Demon Survival System

Xu Qichen was a little confused.

He didn't understand why he didn't resist, let alone the meaning of this kiss.

He seemed to be controlled by something, as long as he met Lin Ran, he couldn't help himself.

In the past ten years, this feeling has appeared again.

But for a moment, he really hoped that time would stop like this, even if he couldn't return to the real world.

Lin Ran originally planned to wait here for the sunrise, but unexpectedly it started to rain. The rain in the coastal cities was so destructive that the two of them could only flee by car, embarrassed and romantic.

Back at the hotel, he took a hot shower, Xu Qichen wiped off the vapor on the mirror, and when he saw the face that didn't belong to him, he thought of Lin Ran's kiss.

My heart suddenly became empty.

"0901, are you asleep?"

0901: "Mr. Xu, I am AI and don't need sleep."

Xu Qichen let out a cry, then asked, "Do you think Lin Ran likes me now?"

0901: "Mr. Xu, this is a foul."

Xu Qichen: "I just want to have a chat with someone."

0901: "You can ask Lin Ran."

Xu Qichen's first reaction was not to, and turned over, "He is a difficult person to figure out. I can't always tell whether what he said is a joke or a serious one."

0901: "Have you never met such a person before?"

Xu Qichen didn't answer.

The system reappeared the reward page, this time there were two thousand points, Xu Qichen collected the points, and his mind was still very confused.

He felt that everything went too smoothly.

Obviously his task is to try to attack him, but why is he more passive?

Does Lin Ran like him so easily?

Why, I can't find an answer that can convince me.

What if Lin Ran doesn't like him, but loses control of being too deep in the drama?

It's still as simple as playing.

As a result of thinking, he became more and more uncertain. He couldn't fall asleep in bed anyway, so he could only keep his eyes open until dawn.

As a result, I started to sleep when I got on the plane, sleeping dimly.

The first-class flight attendant hesitated for a long time and walked to Lin Ran's side, "Teacher Lin Ran, I, I'm your fan, can you take a photo with me?"

Lin Ran readily agreed and stood up to take a picture with the two flight attendants, but he only noticed that the eyes of the other flight attendant kept looking at Xu Qichen who was sleeping unconscious in the seat next to Lin Ran.

"He didn't take a good rest yesterday." The air conditioner was very cold. Thinking of the heavy rain last night, Lin Ran smiled at the stewardess, "Thank you for helping me get a blanket."

The flight attendant nodded repeatedly, "Okay, wait a minute." Soon she took a blanket and handed it to Lin Ran. Lin Ran gently covered Xu Qichen with the blanket, and the other party shrank again, and the hat on her head fell off. Come down, revealing a messy dumb hair.

The plane flew for more than ten hours, and Xu Qichen also slept for more than ten hours. Before getting off the plane, Zhang Xiaoxiao woke him up. He slept in a mess with his hair. He could only squeeze back and buckle his hat back on his head.

Before, Li Yun emphasized the airport fashion many times, but Xu Qichen was completely forgotten by Xu Qichen who slept halfway. She didn't wear sunglasses, and she had a face, unlike Lin Ran who was walking in front, whose shape was just right. Always keep a smile on your face.

There were more fans picking up the plane than he thought. They surrounded Xu Qichen, Lin Ran and several staff members inside and out. Xu Qichen felt that everyone was calling him and stuffing things into his arms. He was a little overwhelmed, and his brain was more messy than the pick-up scene.

A fan shouted, "Brother Mengze, did you sleep on the plane?"

Xu Qichen turned his head. The little girl was taking a picture of him with her mobile phone. He tilted her head ashamedly, "How do you know?"

"There is a sleep mark on your right face."

There was a burst of laughter around him, Xu Qichen screamed, rubbed his cheek, and then laughed. Looking forward, Lin Ran could not be found, he poked his head and looked around in the crowd.

"Brother, what are you looking for?"

Xu Qichen: "Well... where is Lin Ran?"

The little girls around suddenly screamed, making Xu Qichen shiver with fright.

Did he say something wrong?

"Over there! Brother, Lin Ran is over there!"

"Oh thank you, I saw it." Xu Qichen hurriedly squeezed past the crowd and headed towards Lin Ran.

When he arrived at the hotel arranged by the Shanghai studio, Xu Qichen was so tired that his bones fell apart, and he was obviously all young girls, so how strong.

The temperature in Shanghai is not much lower than that in Nice, it seems to be a bit more muggy.

However, even after changing places, the high efficiency of the crew remains unchanged, and everyone enters the state as quickly as possible.

"The first time in the 58th game of "Nanke", start! Pop!"

The office is busy and crowded.

Nan Ke focused on writing the last paragraph of the interview, and then fell back on his swivel chair.

So tired.

"Nanke!"

Before the half-minute break time came, I heard the director calling his name. Nan Ke sat upright and responded, "What's wrong?"

The director was sweaty in anxiety, and bypassed a large number of colleagues who were discussing the manuscript and walked to Nanke's workstation. "Gina went to the hospital for emergency with appendicitis. You can help her with the interview she is holding!"

Nan Ke looked distressed, "But I have an appointment later, it's almost time..."

The director waved his hand, "That's okay, I can let Xiao Chen do it for you." He put a pile of materials on Nanke's desk, "This interview was about two months before the other party agreed. He is in China. 'S first interview!"

Nan Ke glanced at the information, and the subject of the interview was a writer, "Nathan? French?"

"Yes, the rookies in the literary world in recent years. As far as the group is concerned, you and Gina have no problem communicating in French. Once she falls, only you can get on. Don't worry, I will arrange your work for you. You can go directly now!"

This is not the first time that Nan Ke, who is the pillar of the magazine, has experienced this kind of thing.

"Don't you need to bring a camera?"

"Don't take it, the other party said he didn't want to be exposed, and only did a text interview."

I drove to the reserved place. It was a five-star hotel. I explained my intention to the front desk before being allowed to enter.

presidential suite. This writer is not simple at all. Since Nanke entered the media industry, his time has been squeezed to the limit. The hobby of reading has become a luxury, so he is not familiar with Nathan, but he is not familiar with it. It is probably a typical French romantic novelist.

Standing at the door, Nan Ke tidied his appearance, and then pressed the doorbell.

no respond.

After a while, press again.

Still so.

After repeating it about six times, there was a little noise from the door, screaming, as if something was knocked over.

The door opened.

"Hello, I am reporter Nan from XX Magazine..."

The self-introduction that is too familiar to me is stuck in my throat the moment I see the other person.

The person in front of him is not a French young man with a tall blond and blue eye.

It was a thin, pale, black-haired man with a white shirt half-open. It is estimated that he had just put it on. His body exuded a mixture of spirits and men’s perfume. He leaned against the door, his brows covered by shattered hair frowned. The whole person slowly slipped to the ground.

He raised his head and faced Nanke's gaze. The hangover made his reaction much slower than normal. His eyes slowly narrowed. At the moment when the reporter's face finally became clear, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Soon, he returned to his blurred eyes, laughed, and greeted him in French.

"Hello, this is Nathan."

He struggled to get up from the ground, his swaying body finally stood still, stroked his slightly longer hair back, smiled at Nan Ke, who had not recovered from the shock, and said in Chinese, "Of course, call It doesn't matter to me Yuning, as you like."

Nan Ke did not shook the hand back, but Yuning took the lead in breaking the awkward silence. He turned around, staggered across the toppling furniture on the floor, opened the curtains, and the sunlight stabbed him subconsciously to cover his eyes.

Then he moved the two chairs and pointed to one of them, "Please sit down." I did not know where to find a note with the appointment information, "If I remember correctly, the reporter assigned by your agency is a woman. The child is right."

Nan Ke closed the door, walked over to the chair and sat down, "Yes, I am temporarily replacing her."

Yuning raised her eyebrows, "I'm so sorry, I remembered the wrong day, I went out last night..." He shrugged, "It doesn't matter, I'm already awake from alcohol, and it won't affect your work."

Nan Ke tightly squeezed the recorder in his hand. He couldn't hear what Yuning was saying. He could only see the hickey on his collarbone, the bruise on his wrist, and the mess on the floor of this suite.

Yu Ning leaned against the chair and looked at him.

"Don't you start?"

"CUT!" Director Chen, who was sitting behind the monitor, suddenly called to a halt, and then walked forward, "Yuning, now you need to be in a state where you are now in a state of covering up your inner emotions with disguise, and you must take care of this."

Xu Qichen nodded and took a deep breath. The change in Yuning's status seven years ago and seven years later is really very different. This is a challenge for any actor, not to mention that he is just a newcomer.

Looking up at Lin Ran, Lin Ran played with the recorder in his hand, feeling that Xu Qichen was looking at him and raised his head.

"Why can you get into the state so quickly?" Xu Qichen asked him for advice very sincerely.

"What's the state?"

"It's Nanke's state," Xu Qichen explained, "you can jump out of the scene a few days ago and immediately enter Nanke's mood after the reunion."

Lin Ran smiled and said nothing.

He can't say that he gets angry when he sees Xu Qichen's slutty appearance that has been played badly.

"Are you still immersed in your dream seven years ago," Lin Ran said suddenly.

There is a trace of contempt on his expression, and it is very serious contempt, "Those are all fake, ambiguity is fake, like is fake, you alone are holding a sincere heart that wants to stuff it into my hands. Leave. The posture was so ugly at the time, but now you know how to converge. Do you know that you will be more decent when you meet again?"

Seeing Xu Qichen's brows frowned slightly, Lin Ran continued: "Do you really think anyone likes you? What do you like? This face? Or like your young and ignorant innocence? Stop dreaming, it's just a certain The mutual consolation at the moment of time is nothing more than a liking."

Xu Qichen's eyes darkened, and his thoughts seemed to be no longer here, but drifted far away. Lin Ran immediately changed his tone, "Remember the current sadness, you have to hate Nanke."

Xu Qichen raised his eyes to Lin Ran, and the other party responded with a warm smile, "What I just said is not true."

On the one hand, I want him to realize the feeling of being hurt, and on the other hand, he will feel distressed because he is really sad.

So troublesome.

"Let's have another one!"

"The second time in the 68th game of "Nanke", start! Pop!"

As the kick fell, Xu Qichen's face was smiling, and Lin Ran's face in front of him gradually faded and merged with a certain face in his memory.

"Don't you start? Mr. Reporter?"

Nan Ke's hand holding the recorder turned white. He lowered his head and opened the question draft prepared by his colleague. "The narrative tone of your new book "The City of Tired" is quite dark. Many readers have reported that there will be a strong A sense of loneliness, but your profile only wrote the sentence'This is a love story', so does this reflect your...love view..."

He didn't expect that the first question Gina prepared was so embarrassing.

Yuning raised his elbow and tilted his head to look at Nan Ke, "Every book I write reflects my outlook on love." He smiled, "Everyone has a different opinion on love. To me In terms of... it's probably a Chinese idiom."

Yu Ning smiled, and continued: "The bird who frightened the bow."

"My view of love is very negative. It can be said that I am the bird."

Nan Ke lowered his head, the words on the question manuscript seemed to be spinning, he took a lot of energy to concentrate on it: "You describe the state of depression in the novel very realistically, may I ask you in the creative process? How did China get the material?"

"No one has said that depression is an illness that particularly favors the writers community?" After saying this, when Nan Ke's face changed, Yu Ning laughed again. There was almost no smile in the sun and the boy in the past. respectively.

"Just kidding. I'm just trying my best to dig into my inner anxiety and depression. That's enough."

In this way, according to the question draft one by one, Yu Ning unexpectedly cooperated, and time flows quietly.

Nan Ke closed the question draft and asked the last question.

"The readers are very curious, what sources of inspiration do you have?"

"Source of inspiration..." Yuning's eyes were erratic, "Alcohol? A lot of alcohol. And... I'm not sure if you can write it in..."

Yu Ning's eyes stopped on Nanke's body, met his eyes, and made a silent mouth.

An English word, the lips look like a smile.

SEX.

Nanke suddenly pressed the close button of the recorder.

Yuning looked puzzled, until the other party stepped forward and grabbed his collar with trembling hands. He still maintained a puzzled look on his face, "Mr. Reporter, why are you angry?"

"The me who was abandoned by you without saying goodbye to this day is still smiling."