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2783【Join the entertainment circle】

Next to her, Suzuki Sonoko didn't realize that a fake elementary school student was slandering her.

——Mao Lilan recently drew a free coupon for a Chinese restaurant, and they were happily on their way to the restaurant.

Jiang Xia raised his hand and stopped a taxi, and several people got in. As soon as they were seated, Mao Lilan took out a thick history book from his bag.

Suzuki Sonoko, who was about to chat with her: "..."

She covered her eyes and looked away from the knowledge in pain: "Don't look at it, don't look at it. If you look at it, you may not be tested, and if you are tested, you may not remember it. It's better to take a gamble on Jiang Xia's luck in the exam.

If you can catch the right questions - you see Jiang Xia never goes to class, but he can do so well in the exam every time, what does this mean? It means that the results have nothing to do with whether he works hard or not!"

Conan rolled his eyes silently: "..." What nonsense? Jiang Xia's success in the exam is not due to luck. You just want to be lazy, but you want to drag Xiaolan into the pirate ship.

Mao Lilan obviously knew this, and she sighed: "Idle time is idle, let me take a look again, what if I happen to see something that will be tested tomorrow?"

Suzuki Sonoko glanced down at the book in her hand and rubbed her eyes again: "But don't you feel motion sickness when reading in the car?"

Mao Lilan laughed. When she mentioned this, she suddenly became confident: "Don't worry, my semicircular canals are as strong as my muscles! You will never get motion sickness."

The taxi driver glanced back from the rearview mirror, vaguely feeling that his driving skills were being despised. He stretched his body silently, his eyes were starry, and he quietly stepped on the accelerator.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

The cloudy sky gradually started to rain, and the taxi stepped on the limit of speeding and sped through the increasingly heavy rain.

Hearing the sound of raindrops hitting the car window, Mao Lilan raised his head from the history book and glanced out the window.

The vehicle happened to pass a bridge. Looking at the huge bridge pier shrouded in fog in the distance, a figure suddenly flashed in Mao Lilan's mind - a tall man wearing a knitted hat and a gloomy face.

The strange thing is that when this picture burst into my mind, the background behind the other person was not the river or bridge in front of me, but a dark, narrow, unfamiliar alley with drizzle.

"What's going on?" Mao Lilan pressed her forehead and muttered in her heart, "He is obviously a very peripheral passerby in the case, but I always feel like I have seen him somewhere, but when I think about it, I can't think of anything else.

Can’t get up…”

What's even worse is that the last few times I saw the man in the knitted hat, he exuded a strong and dangerous aura. Even though he was repeatedly questioned as a suspect, he didn't seem to be very sad...but I can't remember.

In the middle, the man standing in the alley seems to have some lingering sadness on his face.

"What on earth am I thinking about? Could it be that I have been hallucinating because I have watched too many love TV dramas recently?"

Mao Lilan knocked on her head, thinking with some confusion. At this moment, a slender finger stretched out from the side, and the fingertip accurately poked her forehead.

Suzuki Sonoko had a smug expression on her face that said, "You must have been caught by me!" and tsked: "My brows are furrowed so deeply, are you motion sickness? I'm just saying - you have such a happy life, why do you want to be a roll king? Hurry up.

Put down this shabby book and chat with me."

When Mao Lilan heard this, she subconsciously glanced at the history book in her arms.

Looking at it this way, the small words in the book really started to shake, and her head began to feel dizzy. She did have symptoms of motion sickness.

"Alas." Mao Lilan sighed, "Well, it depends on your fate how many points you can get in the test tomorrow."



By the time we drove all the way to Chinatown, it was already dark.

Several high school students got out of the taxi and walked along the street looking for the store that Mao Lilan had won in the lottery.

At the same time, in a restaurant.

Next to the festive round table painted red, four middle-aged men sat around the table.

One of them, a fat man who seemed to be very good at eating, had a sad face at this time and did not move his chopsticks at all. He crossed his arms and sighed longly: "The movie is about to start, but the heroine suffered a fracture in a car accident at this time.

…It’s really frustrating.”

Next to him, the director pushed up his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and thought: "If it doesn't work, then don't shoot it. To be honest, this show is as if it has been cursed by something."

"Stop filming? You guys really treat money like dirt!" Fatty tutted, "Being able to make a sequel to a movie that is so popular is like carrying a sack to pick up money - if you don't actively solve the problem

The problem is that he actually directly kicked off the retreat?"

The assistant director next to him scratched his curly hair and laughed awkwardly: "Mr. Kawabata, the director didn't mean it this way - the main reason is that the original heroine agreed to be the leading actress for us, but her back foot was hit by a car and fractured... She is now famous.

The actresses with the same surname all thought the role was unlucky and didn't want to take it. Those who were willing to take it were all screwed up. The director felt that instead of making a crappy sequel, it would be better to just call it a day and keep the original film.

reputation."

The last young man at the round table wearing round glasses and looking quiet nodded when he heard this: "Yes, if we find another actor, and then something happens to that actor, the show will be completely impossible to film.

——Don’t look at me like that, I’m the screenwriter of this sequel. If it weren’t for the fact that there was no other way, do you think I would want my story to be aborted?”

As he spoke, he suddenly smiled: "But to be honest, the poor girl with broken bones in the car accident was a little different from the heroine I imagined. Although I sympathized with her, I was actually relieved when the filming of the movie was stopped.

tone."

"You guys." The fat producer cursed helplessly, "Actually, making a sequel is not as troublesome as you say? - As long as you find a girl who is flexible, young enough, cute and energetic, things will be done

Isn’t it solved?”

The other three people at the table all rolled their eyes: It's simple, why don't you go find one?

Just as they were about to complain about the producer, they suddenly noticed that the lazy fat man suddenly sat upright - the producer raised his head and stared straight at the door of the restaurant, his eyes burning as if he had seen a treasure.

The other three people: "...?"



The entrance of the restaurant.

Mao Lilan swung a punch that almost tore the air, then withdrew the force accurately, and the steel-like pink fist stopped firmly in front of a strong eight-foot-tall security guard.

The security guard was covered in cold sweat and instinctively raised his hands: "Wait, I don't mean any harm!"

Mao Lilan snorted coldly: "Is this lottery ticket from your store?"

"……yes."

"Then why didn't you allow us to eat, and kept saying, 'Go out to solve the problem,' and kept dragging us outside the store?"

"Because, because..."


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