It was late at night, and the neon lights flashed silently on the streets.

"Smack."

Lifeng wiped his wet hair and walked out of the hot bathroom.

[What, spicy chicken host. The decibel of Spicy Chicken's speech has dropped a lot, and it seems that he has a weak heart because he said something excessive during the day: [Actually, you are not completely devoid of acting talent, but ...... It's that you resist it in your heart, so you can't play it well. 】

[Spicy chicken host, it's understandable that you hate hypocrisy, but acting and hypocrisy are not the same thing at all. The voice of the spicy chicken was excited:

[Acting is a career, being an actor is a profession, just like you were a soldier in your previous life, you can experience the feelings and emotions that you have never had from acting, and you can also experience other professions and identities from acting, you can become a character, experience what he goes through, experience his joys, sorrows, and sorrows. 】

[Although you were a soldier in your previous life, you are now a student and a well-rounded star, since you have decided to take the road of an actor, you have to go well, do your best and do everything well. 】

……

The spicy chicken talked a lot, and suddenly became quiet after speaking, waiting anxiously in his mind for the reaction of leaving the seal.

A sparse light rain fell outside the window, and the crisp sound of raindrops danced like musical notes.

After wiping his hair, he took a book and leaned against the head of the bed without saying a word.

The spicy chicken, who had not received a response for a long time, asked tentatively: [Spicy chicken host? Were you just listening to Bentong? 】

Lifeng was still silent, his eyes were lowered, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, leaving a shallow shadow on the cold white skin, and his bony hands gently turned the pages of the book, like a quiet and beautiful picture.

Ding Dong couldn't help but hold his breath, for fear of disturbing his master, the spicy chicken is not a safe place, it seems that it won't stop if it can't get an answer, and it keeps shouting in his head.

【Spicy chicken host? Spicy Chicken Host?! Did you hear what Hontong said?! 】

[Bentong has worked hard to find so much chicken soup for the soul, don't you have a little expression? ] 】

【Spicy Chicken Host! Is Bentong talking to you, are you listening? 】

……

Maybe he was annoyed by the spicy chicken, he closed the book and raised his eyes, his dark and deep ice eyes were shining a little, "Yes." ”

[What? The spicy chicken has a uniform face and is confused.

Yes. Lifeng whispered in his heart.

He will do his best to do everything well.

Lifeng put the book back on the bedside table, turned off the light, and the originally bright bedroom suddenly went dark, only Lifeng's eyes shimmered in the darkness.

yes, hasn't it always been like this before? When did he start to become casual and lazy and didn't care about anything?

"I will." Lifeng repeated it again, he looked ahead, his eyes flashing with a little glimmer of seriousness and determination, and his voice was low and steady.

I didn't understand what my spicy chicken host was talking about for a long time: [......]

So should it be happy that its spicy chicken host finally paid attention to it, or should it be depressed that it doesn't understand what its spicy chicken host wants to say?

Alas! In these years, it is not easy for An An to be an empathetic and full of positive energy!

Life is not easy, and the spicy chicken sighs .jpg.

In the dark, lying on the bed, Lifeng opened his dark and deep eyes.

Tomorrow, it's time for him to go to the Book City.