"Sister, let's drink some water first. The sun is too strong today. I'm going to urge the director to turn on the camera as soon as possible! If this continues, people will faint from the sun!"
Tu Jiaya took the water glass sent by her sister Tu Jiaqing, shook her head and said: "It's okay, I'm fine. It's you, you've been busy since you got up in the morning, so you should have a good rest."
Tu Jiaqing immediately shook her head, "Sister, I'm not tired at all! You are a big star and a big singer now. If I don't pay close attention to you, what should I do if others take advantage of you? Don't worry! I'll go talk to you about that right now.
Director! Will be here soon!"
"Eh...this kid."
Looking at Tu Jiaqing running away energetically, Tu Jiaya shook her head. After taking a sip of water, she concentrated on reading the script in her hand.
It's like being completely integrated into your own world.
Even the surrounding area has already become crowded, filled with onlookers and paparazzi following the report.
Click click click.
There was a slight shutter sound, but for musicians who are good at capturing sound sources, they could hear it clearly. Tu Jiaya frowned.
I found a woman... who must have secretly walked to the nanny car and took candid photos. She had her ID hanging around her neck. She was probably a reporter.
"Miss! It's forbidden to come near this place!"
A bodyguard immediately stepped forward and said in a deep voice to the female reporter who was secretly filming: "Delete what you just took and leave here immediately!"
The female reporter raised her nose and said with a smile: "What if I don't leave?"
"Miss, please be polite."
"Li...your mother!"
Why are women today so tough? The bodyguard felt very depressed. As the saying goes, good men don't fight women...especially women with such a shrew-like personality. Well, although she is quite beautiful, her personality is a bit sad.
"Miss, please be polite! And please leave!" the bodyguard said again in a deep voice.
Unexpectedly, Tu Jiaya said softly at this time: "Let her come over. This is my good friend. It doesn't matter."
The bodyguard was stunned, but saw the woman holding the camera pushing away him with a smile and walking to the door of the nanny car. Tu Jiaya shook her head and said: "KingKong, it's okay here. I'll talk to my friend."
."
KingKong had no choice but to nod and return to his original guard position.
"It's true that big stars are different. This bodyguard is also very strong." The female reporter said, then looked at Tu Jiaya and said critically: "Tsk, tsk, this figure is also good. Could it be that she has had plastic surgery?"
Tu Jiaya said angrily: "Miss Ren Ziling, can't you be more serious? We haven't seen you for several years...it's still the same!"
Ren Ziling laughed and stepped into the nanny's car. She looked at the environment and said, "How is it? You must have been doing very well in the past few years. You have won several music awards in a row. Now you are definitely the most popular star in the South.
One of several female singers!"
Tu Jiaya shook her head and said: "It's not bad or bad, there are many famous people."
"What's wrong?" Ren Ziling asked curiously.
Tu Jiaya said: "It's all small things, nothing. Are you still working as a reporter? How are you doing recently? I was working outside at that time, and I heard that your husband..."
Ren Ziling stretched her waist and said, "I don't think about anything right now. I just want to work hard and raise my son well."
"Son!" Tu Jiaya's eyes lit up, and she quickly grabbed Ren Ziling's hand and said, "What did we say when we were studying? Good sisters for life? You actually have a child without telling me! Tell me quickly.
Me, what does my nephew look like? Isn’t he cute? Really, you don’t even show off your son!”
Ren Ziling suddenly changed her eyes and said: "Girl, do you really want to take a look at your 'eldest' nephew?"
"Isn't this nonsense?"
"But can you walk away now?" Ren Ziling squinted her eyes and said, "If you can walk away, maybe I can let you see him right away! To be honest, my son is so handsome!"
Tu Jiaya hesitated for a while, "If it's just for a while, there should be no problem. The filming hasn't officially started yet."
"Okay, I'll ask him to come over right away...and let you hug him!"
"What? Zi..."
But Ren Ziling suddenly jumped out of the nanny car, walked directly to the side and started making a phone call. Tu Jiaya was stunned, thinking that this good sister must have brought her children to work, right?
…
"Hey! My son!"
"..."
"Hello? Luo Qiu?"
"Is something wrong?"
"where are you now?"
Luo Qiu, who was still searching for information about "The Gospel of Judas" on the stool, thought about it carefully after hearing this question.
Normally, he should be at school now - he is indeed at school.
Of course, if I answered that I was at home or no longer in school, Ren Ziling, who was destined to be overflowing with maternal love, would be verbose.
"School."
"That's just right, I happen to be here too! Come over here, I'm...over here now!"
"Not going."
"Wait a minute, aren't you curious why I'm in your school?"
"Not curious..."
The newspaper where Ren Ziling worked was actually specialized in publishing gossip news - why did she come here? Luo Qiu had already thought of an idea when he heard the two girls passing by mentioning things about big stars.
"Okay! Then I'll come over! Where are you?"
"Wait a minute...I'll come over."
…
…
Strictly speaking, Black Soul No. 9 should be considered an old ghost. As for Taiyinzi... Needless to say, he is a five-hundred-year-old ghost.
So what can two old ghosts do squatting in a university library filled with mostly young people?
Boss Luo said that he wanted to give Taiyinzi a cramming education, so naturally the only thing he could do was read.
"What!! The damn Tatars actually dare to attack my country, the Ming Dynasty?!"
"This guy named Wu Sangui deserves to be cut to pieces!!"
"The Qing Dynasty was destroyed well!!"
"How dare these damn foreign barbarians invade our land of China! Kill, kill, kill!!!"
What he was reading was a simplified book of ancient and modern general history. Taiyinzi was quarreling, dancing, blowing his beard and staring while he was reading. If he hadn't been the messenger of black souls now, no one would be able to see whether he was a ghost or a ghost.
, I’m afraid I was kicked out with a broom a long time ago.
Black Soul No. 9 has learned some modern common words during this period, and he feels that one of them can be used to describe Taiyinzi's current situation.
Damn retarded...
Black Soul No. 9 shook his head. If it weren't for the club owner's order, he would never have thought of teaching the novice Black Soul.
He just sat quietly and looked at the young man in the library silently.
Maybe you can find a suitable sponsor here.
Desires are hidden in the heart, but if you look carefully, you will usually find some.
People are most lethargic when they are alone, and they will reveal their true nature when they feel that no one is paying attention. The Dark Soul Messenger can switch back and forth between appearing and hiding, and can easily observe the unknown side of human beings.
Black Soul No. 9 frowned at this time, and now a young woman came over, seemingly looking for an empty seat.
He has been a black soul messenger for a long time, and his ability is naturally not comparable to that of a newcomer like Taiyinzi - this woman has a very pure soul and can provide high-quality trading funds.
Just when Black Soul No. 9 was planning to take a closer look at this woman, some pictures suddenly flashed through his consciousness.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, someone was staring in the drizzle, seeming to be calling something.
The picture is hazy, but there is a heartbreaking feeling sprouting in Black Soul No. 9's thoughts.
Black Soul No. 9 tried hard to see clearly what the figure in the pus looked like, until the woman who planned to seduce him as a financial sponsor walked past Black Soul No. 9.
The woman's appearance instantly overlapped with the vague figure in her consciousness.
Black Soul No. 9 lost his mind and murmured: "Lan Fang..."
He called out a name that seemed unfamiliar yet familiar, and stared blankly at the woman who seemed to be wondering about something and stopped in her tracks.
…
Zhang Qingrui hesitated for a moment.
It seems that I heard someone shouting the name "Lan Fang"... This is her grandmother's name.
But in front of me, there was just an empty table with no one around.
"Strange... was this place empty before?"
She shook her head, and since there was room, she simply sat down.
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PS1: Thanks again to ‘Meng Meng Da, Shu Shu’ and ‘Lang Lang’s Black Man’ for their rewards.
PS2: Well! Kill the goalkeeper and become the representative of goalkeeper (N)! Well done! Although there is no red envelope, I have an update. This is the best gift a writer can give back to readers, balabalabala!!
PS3: In fact, PS3 can also be understood as the author clearly has a heart for rich readers, but he is too arrogant to say it out loud...
PS4: Yes, I am a standard little PS4 begging for votes, favorites and rewards.
