In the conference room, Zhou Manxin was explaining the project to several representatives from investment companies.

Zhong Xixi, who was sitting in the front position, held his chin with one hand, his eyes swept over the absent-minded Chen Fan, and there was worry in his eyes.

Since entering the conference room, Chen Fan's mental state has been very wrong, and he looks preoccupied.

thought of the disappointed look he had last night when he knew he wasn't Lin Xiuwan. Zhong Xixi's heart was a little unbearable.

Finally, today's meeting is over.

Zhou Manxin sent those people out, and the others followed, only Chen Fan was still sitting there, looking at his phone.

Zhong Xixi deliberately waited until the end, when everyone else was gone, to find an opportunity and asked, "Screenwriter Chen, are you okay?" ”

Chen Fan glanced up at her, and his heart still evoked some waves.

For him, it was half a year ago to mistake her for Lin Xiuwan. It's just that in the half a year in the copy, the memories related to Lin Xiuwan have been blocked.

He politely said, "It's okay." ”

Zhong Xixi could feel the coldness and alienation in his tone, and couldn't help but say, "I heard Mr. Zhou say, are you still thinking about being an assistant producer?" ”

When Chen Fan heard her say this, he vaguely remembered that there was such a thing, and said, "Yes." ”

"You're the author of the book and the screenwriter of the movie. I'd love to see you join the crew. Zhong Xixi was impulsive, and after saying these words, she regretted a little in her heart, with the current relationship between them, it was a bit too good to say such a thing.

Chen Fan glanced at her with some surprise and said, "I'll think about it seriously." As he spoke, the phone rang, and the number on the caller ID was a little familiar, but it was not a contact.

"Excuse me, I'll answer the phone."

He stood up and walked outside, answering the phone, "Hey." ”

On the other side of the phone, a familiar female voice came, "Chen Fan, you big liar." ”

Chen Fan was stunned for a moment, and then remembered whose voice it was, Qin Ruosu, Lao Qin's daughter. Then, I remembered that ridiculous thing again, and I had an online relationship with her.

When you are in the dungeon world, this part of the memory is also blocked.

"I said I wanted to reply to my message, why did I send you a message and never reply?" On the other end of the phone, Qin Ruosu's voice was very angry.

At this time, Zhong Xixi walked out of the door with his front and back feet, not far away, and keenly noticed that it was a young woman's voice on the other side of the phone.

I saw Chen Fan whispering, "I've been too busy lately." ”

Her heart sank slightly.

She knew Chen Fan very well, and from the tone of his words, she could sense that the woman on the phone had an unusual relationship with him.

…………

"I'm really busy, I'll tell you later."

Chen Fan walked to the stairwell, where no one disturbed.

"When are you coming back?"

"It's coming."

"Perfunctory."

"I don't know when the work here will be done."

"Play two games with me, we haven't played together in a long time."

"So be it, tonight. I'm still in someone else's company, so I won't tell you about it. ”

"I'll wait for you."

After Chen Fan hung up the phone, he breathed a sigh of relief. If before, he felt that he couldn't be sorry for Lao Qin, he had experienced the last reborn copy world, and had met Qin Ruosu, who was still in the second grade of elementary school. In the face of her, there is a sense of guilt.

When she was in high school, she was only in elementary school.

The point is that when he was in the dungeon world, he could see her almost every day, wearing a school uniform and a red scarf, and the image could no longer be erased.

The psychological pressure is really a big thief.

Chen Fan shuddered just by imagining what it would be like to be with her, and quickly threw this thought into his mind.

He put away his phone, opened the fire door, and returned to the hallway. went directly to Zhou Manxin.

"Mr. Zhou, I feel that I am not capable, assistant producer, you better find someone else."

"Don't think about it anymore? It's your brainchild after all. ”

"No, I'm just a layman, and I'm just going to make trouble. The production of the film has to rely on the director. ”

"That's a shame, if you change your mind, you can always come to me."

"Then I'll go first."

Chen Fan left her office.

He knows very well that it is the director and producer who have the final say on how the movie will be made in the future. Even if he had any different opinions, no one would listen to him.

Besides, he really doesn't know anything about making movies.

After arriving at the crew, it is to do chores. If you see that the plot has been changed, it will be even more disturbing, and it is not that you will not go.

The most important thing is that Zhong Xixi is not Lin Xiuwan.

…………

Chen Fan left Manman Film and Television Company, and did not take the subway, so he walked all the way back. Looking at the high-rise buildings in Pengcheng, I slowly found the feeling of returning to reality.

Before and after, he had already entered the dungeon world twice, and it had a great impact on him. Every time you come back, take some time to get used to it.

"I don't know how Chen Dong is now, and Cheng Bo, Liu Xinyu ......"

Chen Fan couldn't help but think of these three best friends from high school. In the dungeon world, they chatted together at noon yesterday.

Back to reality, it's been ten years.

He found Chen Dong's WeChat from the WeChat friend list, and was about to send a message, thinking about it, but he didn't know what to say. Suddenly, sending WeChat to others seems to be a bit too deliberate.

"Forget it, when you go home for the New Year, let's get together with them again."

Chen Fan finally dismissed the idea of sending them WeChat.

As he walked, he suddenly felt that something was not right, "as if he had forgotten something." ”

It wasn't until it was almost time to rent a house that he finally remembered, "That's right, practice." ”

In the rebirth dungeon, he returned to the state he was in when he was seventeen years old, and his physical fitness was the same, and he couldn't remember that he knew martial arts.

I haven't practiced for half a year, how far does this have to regress?

When Chen Fan was in the first copy, how much hardship did he endure to practice this body of kung fu. It would be unfortunate to be in such a wasteland.

Chen Fan thought of this, returned to the rented room, changed into a sportswear, and went out. Head to the park where I used to go for morning exercises.

At this time, it was only about ten o'clock, and the sun was quite strong, and in winter, the sun was warm.

Chen Fan's previous hard work was not in vain, a lot of things have been engraved in his bones, although he hasn't practiced for half a year, he still hasn't forgotten to practice.