Due to the late hour, Zuo Lin had to ask the club for a day off and not return to the dormitory for one night, and then rushed to the Four Seasons Hotel in a huff. In the café in the hotel lobby, he picked up Zhang Ling, who was already drunk and asleep.

Zhang Ling didn't mean to get drunk. Zhang Ling, who was copied by the company and was taken off by Zuo Lin, recuperated in the dormitory for two whole days. She wasn't the kind of person who lived idle, and at this time, the only person in the dormitory who didn't come home during the summer vacation told her that someone in the school was hiring for a special job: a professional bridesmaid.

Basically, when those older young people get married, they find that they can't find unmarried female friends to serve as bridesmaids, so they have to turn to the wedding company for help, and the wedding company looks at the college student class in order to find professional bridesmaid candidates with better temperament and response.

With beautiful appearance, clever and humorous conversation, and elegant bearing, in addition to being a little eye-catching, Zhang Ling is naturally able to do this kind of work that is a little strange but not too high. After a day's wedding etiquette training, Zhang Ling was named to attend a wedding because she knew a little French, and the bride was French.

However, there is nothing about alcohol consumption in the requirements and training of professional bridesmaids. Zhang Ling, who did not make any mistakes in the whole half-day wedding procedure, was helpless in the banquet venue, if it weren't for her sharp denial and hiding in Tibet, she would not have lasted until the banquet was over. The banquet dispersed, and Zhang Ling's work was over, but there was no way to go back to the dormitory in the city, so Zhang Ling had no choice but to call Zuo Lin for help.

Zhang Ling, who wore a thick silk backless long skirt with a rose V-shaped front, had a very different style from the usual professional attire. The soft texture of the long skirt does not raise a line of folds, outlining the curves of Zhang Ling's body. Zhang Ling leaned back in the sofa with her ivory-white handbag, her legs folded in a comfortable position, her thin feet fell on the carpet, and her beautiful but torturous stiletto sandals were placed in a paper bag on the side of the sofa.

If it weren't for the lack of help, presumably Zhang Ling wouldn't be willing to let Zuo Lin see his appearance. Zuo Lin sighed, shook Zhang Ling awake, and said, "Hey, hey, Teacher Zhang." ”

"Here we are. Zhang Ling's eyes only opened a thin slit, and then fell again. "Send me back. ”

Seeing acquaintances, his heart relaxed, and Zhang Ling slept far deeper than just now. Zuo Lin saw that he couldn't shake Zhang Ling up, and his brows were tangled. He wasn't going to wake Zhang Ling up with cold water or a slap, but the sleeping Zhang Ling made sending her back to the dormitory incredibly troublesome. He didn't know Zhang Ling's dormitory number, and he didn't know if it would be too late to send Zhang Ling back to his dormitory, because it was said that the university dormitory was curfew earlier than their club.

"Please open a room. Glancing at the row of front desks hanging on the wall showing the time around the world, Zuo Lin quickly found a way to save trouble.

In a hotel, it is unsightly to hold a young woman horizontally. But it's nothing to Zuo Lin, he circled Zhang Ling's waist, although the backless long skirt allowed him to only put his hands on Zhang Ling's smooth and soft back, which was somewhat embarrassing, but Zhang Ling was basically in an unconscious state now, as long as he didn't say it, it shouldn't be good.

Putting Zhang Ling on the bed in the guest room and covering it with a thin quilt, Zuo Lin was still not at ease. The saddest stage of drunkenness is not vomiting and falling asleep, but waking up with a head that looks like it's about to crack. In order to make Zhang Ling feel better after waking up, Zuo Lin had to use the power of nature to temporarily transform the potted plant in the room, tearing off a few leaves and a vermilion fruit. Pour some water into a teacup, knead the leaves and fruits and stir them into a puree, and the simplest external application is ready. Zuo Lin smeared the ointment on Zhang Ling's forehead, then held Zhang Ling's head with both hands, and accelerated the medicinal properties to penetrate into Zhang Ling's forehead with extremely subtle natural forces. This method may be complicated, but it can completely absorb the medicinal power of the plant, and it is precisely because of this method that Zuolin only needs a few leaves and just one fruit. Use a towel dipped in water to wipe off the medicine residue on Zhang Ling's forehead, even if it is finished.

I didn't notice it just now, and now, Zhang Ling, who was lying flat on the bed, was defenselessly exposed with a snow-white chest and a clearly visible ****. Zuo Lin hurriedly pulled up the blanket and wrapped Zhang Ling's whole person in it.

Zhang Ling is settled, but what should he do tonight? Zuo Lin smiled bitterly, called Xiao Xiao to ask him to go home and rest, and called the coach on duty at the club to explain the situation......

Zuo Lin didn't really want to sleep, and there was no place for him to sleep. Maybe it was because I didn't make it clear about booking a room just now, but this room was actually a double bed room, not two single beds. Regardless of whether subjectively he wanted to do something, or whether he objectively did something, Zuo Lin understood that it was not a good choice to lie down with Teacher Zhang. He had to go to the convenience store in the hotel and buy a bunch of magazines to bring back to his room, ready to kill the evening.

Zuo Lin never realized that he was actually quite a famous person, and the media exposure was quite high. He didn't wear sunglasses, he wore a T-shirt with the club's logo, and he had a badge that said he was Zuolin. The ID card presented at the front desk when booking a room is irrefutable evidence. Fortunately, so many stars at the Four Seasons Hotel are not in vain, there are few boring idlers in the hotel, and the hotel's service staff are all strictly trained and will not pass on any boring words. However, Zuo Lin's luck is really bad. Just as he went upstairs, he had been recognized by a sports photojournalist who had been brought in by a friend to be a makeshift wedding photographer.

The reporter followed Zuo Lin into the elevator, pretending to be on the same road and followed until he saw Zuo Lin carrying Zhang Ling into the room. In normal times, Zuo Lin would definitely be able to feel the attention of this somewhat familiar guy to himself. However, when he was in the elevator, Zhang Ling's forehead was against his chest, and the long warm snort blew Zuo Lin upset. He didn't even notice that the guy next to him who had been pressing text messages for a long time had taken several photos with his phone.

The level of master's photography is different, this reporter took into account the problem of candid photography when he bought a mobile phone, 3 million pixels, large aperture and the photojournalist's well-trained and stable hands, the clarity of the photo is enough to be used in newspapers and magazines. Later, when Zuo Lin went to the convenience store to buy magazines, the reporter was even more prepared to take pictures of Zuo Lin paying at the cash register.

When Zuo Lin was holding his head behind reading the magazine, the mobile phone suddenly rang. Zuo Lin saw that it was his agent Sang Shilin calling.

"Zuo Lin, are you in the Four Seasons now?" Sang Shilin's voice was a little strange.

"yes. Teacher Zhang was drunk, and now there was no way to send her back to the dormitory, so he opened a room and settled down first. From Sang Shilin's words, Zuo Lin noticed that there seemed to be some trouble.

Sang Shilin smiled and said, "Boy, let an acquaintance recognize it." Just called me and asked me why you didn't fall in Shanghai at Haigeng, and you were still in the hotel. I thought you wouldn't be home at night with your girlfriend. ”

"Girlfriend?" Glancing at Zhang Ling who was lying on the bed, Zuo Lin smiled dumbly, "Teacher Sang, if Teacher Zhang hears you say this, he will be unhappy." What's the matter with the acquaintances you're talking about?"

"A photojournalist from Star Sports Weekly just called me and sent me a few photos, photos of you and your teacher Zhang. Sang Shilin didn't have the slightest nervousness, he didn't want to be an agent who should worry about the athletes under his command, but he was like an old man who made fun of the younger generation.

Although Zuo Lin still has a bad feeling about the media, and he is always so nervous every time he has to deal with reporters, after all, as a professional player, he has a lot of contact with this kind of thing. He immediately understood what the consequences of a few photos could be. Zuo Lin, who can read books with peace of mind in the face of the insults of the whole stadium away from home, doesn't think that this kind of thing will have any impact on him, but he is worried that once such a thing is inexplicably stabbed in newspapers and magazines, it will hurt Zhang Ling. He frowned and asked, "Teacher Sang, what did the other party say?"

"Don't worry, I explained the situation and talked about some conditions. Rest assured, this matter will not be in the news. Sang Shilin said with confidence, "I helped you agree to an interview with a star sports weekly and take a set of photos, I will contact you after all these things have been implemented." ”

Although I don't like to be interviewed, it seems that I can't agree with this situation now. Not long after hanging up the phone, Sang Shilin forwarded all the photos sent to him by the reporter to Zuo Lin. Except for the photo of the convenience store, there was no trace of any candid shooting in those photos in the elevator, as if Zuo Lin and Zhang Ling posed for the reporter to take it. Zhang Ling only has a side face in the photo, a smiling side face, and a happy and calm expression similar to that of any sleeping child.

Magazines don't stand up to reading. After going through the magazines from front to back and back to front a few times, it was finally morning.

In the city, the morning came a little abruptly. There is no such magnificence as the sun creeps up from the edge of the earth, and few even pay attention to the myriad gradations of color between the sky gradually changing from lilac to a somewhat grayish light blue. The curtains are opened, the day is dawn, and the life of most people is like this.

Zuo Lin only closed the curtains made of light gauze last night. When the sunlight seeped through the countless pores in the curtains, spilled into the room, and climbed into bed, Zuo Lin closed the magazine in his hand. He had already seen Zhang Ling's eyelashes flutter a little, and again, Zhang Ling, who had slept well, was about to wake up.

Zhang Ling rubbed his eyes and straightened up. After a night of tossing and turning, most of the blankets wrapped around his body were piled up in front of him and held in his arms. Perhaps thinking it was heavy, Zhang Ling unconsciously pushed the blanket away with both hands.

The long skirt on her body does take on a beautiful shape when she stands and sits, and it complements her even more when worn on her body. However, after all, this is a sexy dress and a long skirt instead of pajamas. The shoulder strap on one side remained on the shoulder, while the shoulder strap on the other side had hung down to the elbow, and the entire upper side of the body, from the shoulder to the abdomen, was open to the air.

Zuo Lin hurriedly turned his face sideways and looked away. Zhang Ling was in a daze, not realizing that she had gone, she continued to rub her eyes very cutely, stretched her waist, and said, "Morning......"

"Ahem," Zuo Lin pretended to cough to hide his embarrassment, "Teacher Zhang, the clothes are ......," he reminded kindly.

Zhang Ling lowered his head and looked at it, only to understand why Zuo Lin didn't dare to face him at all. She pulled up the blanket with a very exaggerated motion, wrapping herself in the whole way, not even revealing her head. Probably because of shyness, the dignity of the teacher that he had worked hard for half a year to establish in Zuo Lin's mind was completely destroyed in a few days. Perhaps, he felt that Zuo Lin's fake serious expression at this time was particularly hateful, Zhang Ling's right hand stretched out from the "cocoon" of the blanket and picked up a pillow...... I don't know how Zhang Ling knew the direction at this time, but the pillow rolled and swayed in the air, and then slammed into Zuo Lin's face.

Teacher Zhang...... The embarrassment between the two was slightly relieved after they finished eating the breakfast they had called, and Zuo Lin was very curious about how Zhang Ling could get drunk.

"Call me by name...... I'm embarrassed, I don't have the face to let you call me teacher. Zhang Ling said angrily.

Most of the things that have happened in the past few days are not good, but they have indeed made the relationship between Zhang Ling and Zuo Lin a lot closer, and then let Zuo Lin shout "Teacher Zhang" one by one, she herself feels a little embarrassed.

Zhang Ling doesn't regard her part-time job as something that can't be said, although the job of a professional bridesmaid is really different. And Zuo Lin also listened with relish. Three hundred and sixty lines, the line is the champion. However, in this city, not only 360 lines, I am afraid that 3600 lines can be counted. For a wedding, there are all kinds of people in the background, starting from the ceremony director, officiant, groomsmen, bridesmaids, photographers, etc., I am afraid that there will be 12 or 3 different types of work. These things, it is difficult for Zuo Lin to hear such detailed and wonderful explanations. Zuo Lin, who is preparing for the college entrance examination, is already one of the people with the highest level of education in the team, and his teammates are talking about cars, houses and the like in addition to eating, drinking and having fun.

"Then don't you continue to work during the summer vacation," Zuo Lin suggested, "Since you have the spirit to come out to work, why don't you just come to me full-time to make up for my classes, and teach me half a day's classes every day?"

"You're not training?" Zhang Ling asked in surprise.

"When I called last night to ask for leave, the coach said to continue to give me a holiday. Not training with the national team, staying at the club, there is more gossip from journalists. In a few days, the number of reporters at the base will start to increase, so I simply asked me not to go back to the base and stay outside. I didn't participate in the warm-up matches of the national team and the club anyway, and I took a break until the national team was disbanded. Zuo Lin happily explained.

He asked Zhang Ling to make up classes every day, not only to catch up on the progress of the course, but also to let Zhang Ling be able to recuperate for a period of time. Although it takes a lot of time to prepare for his homework, it is better than Zhang Ling running around looking for a place to work. Stomach problems are very troublesome. Zuo Lin's medical skills are not very good, but this kind of common sense is still known.

Zhang Ling agreed without much thought.

Zuo Lin lived in the clubhouse on Julu Road again. Recently, there have been drinking parties and cold dinners here almost every night, but it does not affect Zuo Lin's revision of his homework. Until Zuo Lin found out, it seemed that someone had been paying attention to him.

As soon as he left the clubhouse, even if it was just a walk around the neighborhood, someone would hang far behind him. Zuo Lin went to Yan Hokusai's villa almost once a day to give Yan Yingxue a lesson, and in the rearview mirror of the car, he could find a black Passat almost every time. The license plate is changing, the driver is changing, but the characteristic sound of the car does not change when it is running, and the car is always the Passat.

The traces of this stalking are too obvious. But who is it?