In the early morning of the next day, Leng Xiaotai's door was kicked open.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a man coming over in a hurry, kicking on his bedrail, "Get up, in a hurry, the schedule has changed, and I'm in a hurry." ”

Assi! It's here and there, Leng Xiaotai is really fed up with these days! It's hard to regenerate into a small eighteenth line and mix up a few days of idle days, why do you have to get up in the middle of the night to catch up with the announcement!

Ma Bingchao was also very dissatisfied when he was woken up by the phone call in his sleep, and he was even more dissatisfied when he had to serve this little eighteenth line. He irritated and threw Min Huan's house key on the table, pulled out Min Huan's box from under the bed, and began to stuff clothes without hesitation, making things clang.

Leng Xiaotai rolled reluctantly, the whole person shrank into the quilt, "", he scolded weakly, and then slammed the bed and got up.

He didn't know how he was put on the plane by Ma Bingchao, and how he was sent to the thief ship, he only knew that he had been in a daze all morning, and he was hanging on the deck railing to survive and not die.

He was seasick.

Leng Xiaotai is bold, and he can't bluff him when he is small, but he is afraid of this water, and when he sees the sea, he kneels there and calls his father. He got on the plane and started catching up on sleep, and he didn't eat anything in the morning. At this time, everything that could be vomited was vomited, and the whole person was like a shriveled water bladder, with both feet off the ground and his head rushing down, hanging on this railing and swaying with the sea breeze.

There was a splash of water all the way on the stern of the boat, and the water vapor was on Leng Xiaotai's face, which was the only comfort that could please him, so he chose to hang here, and when the entire program group was drinking ice wine, playing poker, chatting and gossiping and taking selfies on the deck, he hung here with his pouting ass.

I don't know whose elegance my indecent gesture is ruining, a big hand mercilessly pinched the back of his erect neck and lifted the person up.

Leng Ye I's fame can't stand the seasickness at this time. When he was in the early years of tyranny and slashing provincial high school, he had suffered a lot of skin injuries, and it was the first time he wanted to die like today. The big hands lowered him, and his feet were straight and floating, as if they were boneless, soft as a broken plastic bag.

No, the sea breeze was on the deck, and the plastic bag was sticking to the person in front of him. The man seemed to be quite disgusted, and took off the plastic bag with his big hand and carried it to the seat next to him.

"You can have a drink." The man said.

Leng Xiaotai was so moved, he blew there for half an hour, and finally came to a savior. He slumped in his chair, and all he could see from this view was the Savior's legs, which were quite long.

"Back to the bedroom," he opened weakly.

The long-legged savior recognized from the shape of his mouth, "Drinking hot water? ”

As he spoke, he turned to leave. Leng Xiaotai's brain twitched, and he reached out to grab it. He wanted to hold this person, but his center of gravity was unstable and his legs were weak, and the whole person knelt with a snap. It's not terrible to kneel, it's terrible that he still pounces. In desperation, he grabbed the straw that saved his life, and it was not until he lay on the ground and raised his head that he saw that the straw in his hand was a pair of beach shorts.

There was a sigh on the deck, and because of the embarrassment of the parties, many people couldn't help but exclaim, covered their mouths and gasped.

Fortunately, the owner of the shorts wore a pair of boxer swim trunks inside, although it was not gone, but he was picked up in public, and the person calmly lifted the shorts and squatted down in front of the cold platform that hit the street.

In comparison, Leng Xiaotai's expression was too exciting.

Lanche

The world is awkward to the point of static.

On the deck, the empathetic crowd pretended to look around at the scenery, and the eldest sister on the right put down your Weibo hand! And that scene note, Xiao Zhang, what are you writing there! Eh, I said those two videos were too blatant!

Leng Xiaotai wanted to die.

He looked at Lanche, and Lanche looked at him. Lanche looked down at him, and said with a cold look in his eyes, 'You're dead'.

You must know that the male god Lan in the eyes of everyone is actually a naïve and naïve lord who will repay him, Leng Xiaotai always felt that he was going to be splashed with blood on the spot. Unexpectedly, he suddenly felt the world spin, and Lanche actually carried him over his shoulder.

The crowd on the deck could no longer be calm, exclaiming, cheering, taking pictures, and the sound of their ears to make that death rush. Leng Xiaotai was so ashamed of this commotion that he let Lanche carry him into the cabin like a dead man.

This is a medium-sized passenger ship with bedrooms on the second floor. Leng Xiaotai was dazed and didn't know where the room card had gone, Lanche touched Leng Xiaotai's empty pocket, and had to resign himself to carrying the person back to his room.

When he was thrown on the bed, Leng Xiaotai regained some consciousness, and he half-squinted at Lanche who was standing at the end of the bed, Lanche crossed his arms in front of his chest, and was also looking at him with a stern expression. Leng Xiaotai felt an inexplicable sense of persecution all the way to the root of his thighs - this guy even has to take revenge on the five-finger handprint, now it's not to pick my pants!

Saying that it was too late, Lanche knelt down on one knee on the bed and really reached out to pull Leng Xiaotai's trouser waistband . Leng Xiaotai's stomach was so sour at this time that he couldn't use any strength at all. Lanche's action provoked his temples to explode, so he had to grab the waist of his pants and resist stubbornly. He twisted the palm of Lanche's hand twice, and snorted unhappily, "Lanche, don't. ”

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Lanche withdrew his hand, got up from the bed, and walked out the door. Leng Xiaotai was stunned, grabbing his pants and sticking to the bed. After a while, the door opened again. Leng Xiaotai looked desperately like a lamb to the slaughter, only to see Butcher Lan walking over with a medical kit in his hand.

"You're going to vomit me" As soon as Leng Xiaotai spoke, he was stuffed with a mouthful of pills by Lanche. This pill was bitter, and he didn't drink water, Leng Xiaotai frowned impatiently, "What you gave me was vomiting"

At this time, the water came, Lanche rudely raised the back of Leng Xiaotai's head, poured a cup, and dared to let Leng Xiaotai speak at all. Leng Xiaotai didn't say anything, he was planted on the bed in a dejected manner, and he didn't even hide from Lan Che picking up his pants. He was wearing a pair of cotton sweatpants, and the knee of his right leg was cut open by an iron nail that didn't have long eyes, and it was stained with blood. It wasn't until Lanche applied him alcohol that he frowned knowing it hurt.

Lanche didn't say much, took the medicine kit, got up and put the room card on the head of the bed. Leng Xiaotai knew that Lanche would not come in again, so he thanked him groggily and fell asleep with the quilt rolled up.

At 3:62 p.m., Leng Xiaotai woke up.

"Ahh

His tight voice echoed through the empty room.

Want to die.

The phone rang like a rush at this time, and he lazily took out the phone and pressed answer.

Ma Bingchao: "Why didn't you reply to WeChat looking for you?" ”

Leng Xiaotai remembered that he had logged back into his account before, and replied vaguely, "Didn't you hear, is there something?" ”

Ma Bingchao: "Come to 201 and tell you about the schedule." ”

After hanging up the phone, Leng Xiaotai was empty on the bed for another two minutes. There was still the smell of plants on the bed that was about to dissipate, and Leng Xiaotai recalled this familiar smell while changing the WeChat account back to Min Huan. Botanical fragrance men's perfume ranche

This name stabbed Leng Xiaotai's brain, and all the things that happened before overflowed like beer foam - he not only ripped off people's pants, but was also carried back in public, and he was a big man, he was actually stripped naked and drugged by others, and he seemed to be humming! The important thing is that they are not familiar! It's not familiar at all!

Eh

Leng Xiaotai's state at this time can be described in a northeastern dialect - five ridges and six beasts. The embarrassing cancer cells spread throughout the body, and it was so uncomfortable that it was incurable. He rolled twice on the bed with his phone in his arms, cramping and wrestling with the quilt.

"Ah, let me die," he wails in pain, tearfully picking up his dropped phone, and WeChat shows the message he replied to Min Hwan - not dead.

201 is Ma Bingchao's room, and there are three people sitting in it, all of whom are the original team members of the former Leng Xiaotai Studio. Facing the colleagues he had worked with, Leng Xiaotai greeted him like a newcomer and honestly found a place to sit down.

"Come on, Min." A man with a wavy head handed over a planning book, "It is estimated that the recording of the first episode will start tomorrow night, you can take a look at the arrangement first." ”

Leng Xiaotai looked at the planning book in his hand, and Da Lang continued, "In order to add to the gimmick of the show, the filming locations of each of our episodes have real supernatural events. ”

"Eh, I'm scared to death" Leng Xiaotai dragged his lazy voice, and there was no hint of fear in his tone.

Da Lang was stunned for a moment, and continued, "According to the setting of the program, before the first episode is recorded, you and Lanche will not know which Internet celebrity guests are. However, I pulled you into a WeChat group, and the guests will be added one after another in the future. ”

"Oh, yes."

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Da Lang looked at Ma Bingchao and pointed at Leng Xiaotai, "This kid, how can he be like Leng Xiaotai?"

Leng Xiaotai was also at a loss, his eyes widened, and he didn't understand how he was seen. Look at yourself again, with Erlang's legs crossed, leaning on the chair like a wrist, where is there still the polite newcomer who just entered the door. Leng Xiaotai couldn't cry or laugh, and said in his heart, 'Dude, my acting skills are so bad, is it really that bad, don't blame me, I'm used to it before'

I saw that the big wave also learned to look up, holding the planning book in his hand, dragging his tone and saying, "Eh, I'm scared to death, Cheng" After speaking, he shook the planning book excitedly, "That's it, Leng Xiaotai is fucking like this, half-dead, sometimes so cheap that I want to smoke him." ”

A buddy who was wearing nail polish next to him accosted, "Come on, can you beat him?" ”

Leng Xiaotai: ""

Da Lang fanned the wind with the planning book, and said in disgust, "King Kong, what are you wiping, this smell is really choking." ”

King Kong ignored the big waves, carefully blew his freshly painted nails, and said to Leng Xiaotai, "Okay kid, don't listen to the big waves, you can take this plan and take a look, the boat will arrive in half an hour." ”