It was almost noon the next day when Zhou Jing woke up from his slumber. In fact, he was also woken up by hunger. His head was groggy and a little painful from time to time.
When he returned to the apartment last night, he may have drunk a little too much liquor and felt his mouth was dry, so he took a few cans of cold beer from the refrigerator to rinse his mouth, and ended up drinking it in a flash.
Zhou Jing's memory only stayed at the moment when he paid the bill and followed the large group out of the barbecue restaurant door. He had no memory of what happened after that, and it was completely blank.
He rubbed his swollen and painful head, got out of bed, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and opened the window to let some air in. The smell of alcohol in the room was so strong that he felt uncomfortable even if he smelled it.
After washing up, Zhou Jing picked up the mobile phone on the bedside and found that it was out of power. He took it to the living room to charge it and went to the kitchen to get some food. He was still a little dizzy when walking. It was probably because he was still drunk.
The other half didn't wake up because he was too hungry.
Zhou Jing was about to order some noodles. In the refrigerator was the eight-treasure sauce he had cooked before, diced meat, carrots, potatoes and peanuts, as well as a poached egg to go with the noodles. It was perfect.
While waiting for the water to boil, Zhou Jing leaned against the kitchen door to check his cell phone, which he had just charged and finally turned on. He found that there were several missed calls last night, all from the same unfamiliar number.
It was this number that shut down my phone.
Zhou Jing thought about it carefully, trying to remember whether he had given anyone his mobile phone number in that blank memory, but he couldn't remember it. Just when he wanted to call back, a figure came from the guest bedroom.
walked out.
Lu Hai yawned and scratched his messy hair and walked to the living room. Then he saw Zhou Jing taking photos of him with his mobile phone with a smirk on his face. Go ahead, this is a black history. He instantly
When he woke up, he stepped forward and wanted to grab the mobile phone in Zhou Jing's hand.
After sending it, Zhou Jing showed it to Lu Hai with a smile. He had already sent the ugly picture of getting up to the WeChat group, and the other two people in the group both sent emojis that made them laugh out loud.
This group is a private chat group created by Zhou Jing and Lu Hai. Originally, Lu Hai wanted to bring Song Qian in, but Zhou Jing refused. A group of big men were chatting about why they wanted to bring a girl in.
"Brother, what are you going to eat in the morning? I'm going to starve to death." At this point, Lu Hai also gave up struggling and turned his attention to solving the problem of hunger.
"It's still morning, it's almost noon. Let me order some noodles. I drank too much yesterday, so let's make do with it today." Zhou Jing put down his phone and turned to see if the water on the stove was boiling.
"Where are Zhitao and Yi Xin?"
Lu Hai yawned and replied: "They went downstairs to wash up. Last night the three of us wanted to come for supper, but we found that you were already snoring in bed. We were too tired to move, so we just
You are now asleep."
Zhou Dingding nodded and began to prepare noodles for four people. At the same time, he asked Lu Hai to call Zhitao and Yi Xin to eat together.
"Brother Zhou, when will your book be updated? It's not enough to read." When the four of them were sitting together eating noodles, Yi Xin suddenly spoke.
"What book did you say?" Zhou Jing looked up at Yi Xin in surprise.
"It's that "Battle Hymn of Glory". The three of us are reading it." Zhi Tao responded with a poached egg in his mouth.
It turned out that when Lu Hai and the others came for dinner a few days ago, they happened to meet Zhou Jing in the middle of typing, so when Zhou Jing was busy in the kitchen, they saw this book on Zhou Jing's computer.
They didn't expect that Zhou Jing would actually write a Korean entertainment novel. Out of curiosity, they downloaded a certain point and started to read the book. Occasionally, they would also give rewards or something, but Zhou Jing didn't know what it was.
A boy.
He looked at the three little brothers in front of him speechlessly. Zhitao was talking endlessly about all kinds of complaints, saying how superficial the understanding of the agency in this book was, and that many things in the entertainment industry were not like this.
Yes, blah blah...but they are still quite interested in some of the passionate plots in the book.
Not wanting to listen to their beeps anymore, Zhou Jing took his cell phone and went back to the bedroom. He found the unfamiliar number from the call history and called it.
In Tara's practice room, Zhiyan was sitting on the floor looking at her cell phone with an unhappy face. She called Director Zhou several times last night, but she kept calling him until his phone was turned off and he didn't answer. She was so angry.
It's a baby.
"What's wrong? You're still angry because the call didn't go through." Eunjing, who was sitting next to her, put her arms around Zhiyan, "Actually, Han Texi's concerns are reasonable. Director Zhou said he is our fan.
, if there are any bad intentions against us, it is really difficult to face it in such a bad situation like ours now, and it is estimated that the company will not do anything for us."
"Maza, maknae, Eun Jung is right, and even if you get through the phone, have you thought about what you are going to say?" Soyan, who was sitting on the chair, also opened her mouth to persuade Zhiyan.
Zhiyan also knew that what the Ernies said made sense, but she always felt unwilling to accept it. The changes in the Chinese market were now the only good news for Tara. She really wanted to know what happened.
.
Of course, Zhou Jing's Agassi style just caught her eye. Just when she was about to explain a few words to the Ernies, her cell phone rang. Zhiyan was in a trance and picked up the call without paying attention to it.
Telephone.
"Oh, don't compete..."
When Zhou Jing heard the female voice on the phone, he felt like he had traveled through time. This scene was so similar to the scene when he called Xu Xian. Several missed calls and strange female voices made Zhou Jing doubt himself.
Are you still drunk?
"Anihasay, who called me before?"
"No one called you. You dialed the wrong number." The phone was hung up immediately. It sounded like the girl opposite was busy with something and had no time to talk to Zhou Jing.
Zhou Jing shook his head and put down his phone. It turned out that he dialed the wrong number. At that moment, he thought the same thing as Xu Xian's phone call would happen. It seemed that he was really overthinking it.
Zhiyan hung up the phone in a hurry. She thought some random anti had called her again. Just now, she wanted to talk to the unnies but was interrupted by the phone. Now she wanted to continue talking.
Suddenly something occurred to her, she lowered her head and glanced at the phone number she called, and instantly turned into a dumb dragon.
Curie seemed to see something, leaned over and looked at the mobile phone in Zhiyan's hand, looked up at Zhiyan and asked:
"Maknae, the call you just hung up on couldn't be that of Director Zhou."
Who am I, where am I, and what did I just do? Long Zaizi sat there blankly. He couldn't figure out why he didn't see the phone number clearly before answering. He also thought it was a harassing call for no reason. Finally, he told Zhou Jing out of nowhere.
He made the wrong call.
The five unnies looked at their maknae with complicated eyes. In fact, it was not a bad thing that they didn't contact Zhou Jing, but the maknae's operation was a bit confusing. It seemed that he had eaten too little meat recently and his brain was out of control.
