Hu Zichang looked at Ye Fan with resentment, and then finished the remaining paper.

"Guru——"

Not long after, a colic came from his abdomen.

Xiao Zhen said carelessly: "Brother Chang, it doesn't matter."

"What do you think?" Hu Zichang responded angrily, and he didn't appreciate the care he felt like he was hindsight.

"I'll shoot your scene first. If you feel uncomfortable in the afternoon, go back and rest early."

"OK."

Hu Zichang endured the pain and continued to shoot his own scene.

At noon, he said to the director: "I'm going to the hospital."

Xiao Zhen gave the green light: "Okay, I'll let two of you go with you and take care of you."

"No, I'm not a girl, I'm not that spoiled." Hu Zichang said this because he will carry out his own conspiracy later, so it's better that there will be no one around him, so as not to be exposed.

"Did you deal with it alone?"

“Of course it’s no problem.”

Xiao Zhen patted his shoulder: "Call me if you have something to do."

Before leaving, Hu Zichang took advantage of the situation and sneaked into the trap of a remote control from the props master, which was a remote-controlled bomb.

He knew that according to the plot, Ye Fan would have a blasting scene this afternoon, and the other party was going to enter a room. When he walked out, the props would detonate the bomb installed in the house.

What Hu Zichang has to do is to change the pillars and get a price remote control and return it. At that time, during the filming process, he will detonate in advance and blow Ye Fan to death in the house. Even if that kid doesn't die, he will be considered as losing his skin.

He was originally going to drive to a nearby hospital, but he felt severe abdominal pain and was weak all over, so he decided to stop the taxi and go there.

“Where to go?”

Fortunately, after waiting at the school gate for a short time, a taxi passed by and was stopped by him. After getting on the bus, the driver asked.

"Hospital."

Hu Zichang sat in the backstage, gritting his teeth because he felt a gust of air flow rolling in his abdomen, rushing against Xiao Juju from time to time.

He was enduring it, but he still couldn't hold on.

"squeak--"

A long fart dragged out, extremely loud.

The driver looked through the endoscope and couldn't help but look at it.

"I'm sorry, I was happy for a moment and whistled." Hu Zichang squeezed out a smile on his face and covered it up.

The driver did not make a sound, but silently opened the car window, thinking, if you blow the pen, can you still smell the odor when you whistle? It's obviously a fart.

"Bor"

Another loud noise was roaring with great joy.

In order not to arouse the driver's suspicion, Hu Zichang quickly pouted his mouth on purpose. Judging from the shape of the mouth, it was obviously whistling.

"Sir, I'm in a good mood."

The driver almost choked by this stinky fart and deliberately hurt his thoughts.

“Yes, that’s OK.”

"To be honest, don't take it to your heart. Others whistle are imitating songs or animal calls. Your hobbies seem special, imitating farts."

Hu Zichang smiled awkwardly: "Don't you go the ordinary road."

"I think you are like a star in HK, Hu Zichang." The driver suddenly said.

"How could it be? I'm just an ordinary student at Tengran University."

Hu Zichang hurriedly denied that the reason he said this was not because he was so low-key, but because he didn't want others to know that big stars were farting in a taxi connection.

He is a person who attaches great importance to his image. If it is something worth showing off, he will do everything possible to let others know, and vice versa.

He was half-believing and half-doubted: "Then you look quite similar."

"squeak--"

Another stinky fart seemed to be responding to the driver's words.

"Can you drive faster?"

Hu Zichang felt that he was about to pull, but it would be miserable if he was in his pants.

"Okay, I'll try my best."

The driver thought, I also want to let you get off at the place as soon as possible, otherwise your serial farts will not be played yet, and if this goes on, the back seat will be yellowed.

Next, Hu Zichang did not speak anymore, but focused on it. The torrent in his body was slamming the gate again and again. He had a deep understanding of what it means to live like a year.

The surname Ye, you bastard, if it weren't for you, how could I eat paper? If it weren't for you, how could I have had a stomachache?

"puff--"

Hu Zichang could no longer hold on, and with a loud bang, he felt something more in his crotch.

"I'll go!"

The driver could no longer hold on, and seemed to smell something wrong, and asked loudly, "Did you pull it?"

Hu Zichang denied: "No, no!"

"I'm so fucking pretending, get out of the car."

The driver stopped the car slowly on the side of the road in anger.

The big star refused to get off the car: "I haven't arrived yet."

"Isn't it okay if the fare is not charged?"

The driver was really worried that if this weird passenger didn't get off the bus, the taxi would be stained.

"I can give you money, so much money, I'm not short of money."

"Get out!"

The driver got out of the car, stood beside the car, stretched out his hand, and forced Hu Zichang to pull him out.

He had already seen that the other party's trousers had already seen brown and yellow things flowing out, and he almost didn't feel sick on the spot when he saw him.

It’s so disgusting. Today I’m really sad. How could I pull such a customer into the car? I’ve been in trouble for eight lifetimes.

After getting off the car, Hu Zichang came to the side of the road. He took off his pants and squatted down for a while. He was so happy that he was absolutely jaw-dropping.

"Come and have a look. Someone is pooping on the roadside in broad daylight."

"Whose child is this? Why is it so uneducated?"

"I don't know which mental hospital I ran out of."

Many passers-by were talking with interest, and took out their cell phones to take pictures.

"Isn't this a film and television star Hu Zichang?"

"How could he be, he would never do such a vulgar thing."

"Then you really don't know him. You have done a lot of sleeping with a rich woman, so it's not surprising to do things that are unfair to the customs."

"No matter what, just shoot the video first and upload it online, which will be a hot news."

Passers-by did it as soon as they said they could. Not long after, they uploaded the videos they shot to video websites or Weibo. For a time, the reprint rate was extremely high, and it even became a hot topic of the day. Journalists from all walks of life rushed over after hearing the news.

The reporters were knowledgeable and recognized at first glance that the man squatting on the side of the road with diarrhea was the big star Hu Zichang, so they became excited as if they were injected with chicken blood. Because they knew that this was definitely explosive news, they rushed forward with the camera desperately.

Several reporters were wearing masks and holding microphones and asked, "Mr. Hu Zichang, did you do such a shameful thing after you knock on medicine?"

Hu Zichang hurriedly covered his face and said in a silence: "You have recognized the wrong person, please don't interview me."

A female reporter asked: "Then why do you have a Cantonese dialect?"

"Don't worry about your business, get away." The big star was already upset enough. At this moment, he undoubtedly felt that these reporters were even more annoying than flies.

"Then we don't care about your business if we shoot."

The reporters quickly conducted a special report. Hu Zichang was completely famous now. His news was covered in major media, and he was accompanied by various unbearable pictures. The photos of squatting on the side of the road with his butt sticking out are really classic.

Finally, Hu Zichang temporarily solved the problem of diarrhea. After rubbing his butt, he was about to stop the car and go to the hospital. But seeing that he looked like that, the driver dared to carry passengers. Didn’t a single taxi stop by passing by? In desperation, he had to trot all the way to the nearby hospital.

When he arrived at the hospital, he had two bottles of liquid. Hu Zichang was in a hurry and found a mold processing factory to make molds with similar appearance to the bomb remote control. He changed into new clothes and returned to Tenglan University.

He wore a hat and pressed the brim down, fearing that others would recognize it.

At that time, the crew was filming the scene nervously and orderly. Hu Zichang looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he quickly put the mold back, and the one he was carrying was a real bomb remote control.

"Brother Chang feels better."

Xiao Zhen was very enthusiastic about it. Since everyone was filming, no one reads the webpage news and was not clear about what happened to Hu Zichang before.

Hu Zichang replied indifferently: "It's much better, thank you for your concern."
To be continued...