Yang Shuo has been in the crew all the year round, so he thinks that he has controlled his body very well, and he will never recognize the bed because he sleeps in an unfamiliar place. Three-inch room

But when I looked at my phone, it was past three o'clock in the morning, and I still couldn't sleep.

Tomorrow I have to rush to a press conference, if I don't sleep well, I will have dark circles, I am not handsome if I have dark circles, and fans who are not handsome don't like me.

Yang Shuo forcibly closed his eyes and kept counting the sheep.

"One sheep, two sheep, three pleasant goats, four beautiful goats, five lazy goats, and six gray wolves. Counting and counting, Yang Shuo himself was speechless.

"I'm counting sheep, how did I add the wolves, let's start over. Yang Shuo muttered in his heart, closed his eyes again, and began to count the sheep.

"One little sheep, two little sheep, three little sheep, four little sheep, five little sheep, six little wolves......"

Yang Shuo was speechless to himself!

"Is it because I ate too much tonight?"

Yang Shuo touched his stomach, it was very flat, neither full nor hungry, he didn't eat much.

Sure enough, it's still the bed, right?

Yang Shuo sighed, turned over, and prepared to sleep again, but his gaze inadvertently swept over the door, and finally landed on the open window.

Because it has been in the dark night, Yang Shuo has already adapted to it, and there is a wall lamp on the wall of the room, although it is dim, it can illuminate the outline of everything in the room.

Yang Shuo blinked, incredulous.

When did your window be opened, and who is this person standing in your room?

Yang Shuo sat up from the bed "rubbing", and the person who turned over and entered his room was obviously startled.

"Who are you?" Yang Shuo turned on the light, his eyes widened, his mouth wide open, and his face was full of shock.

I saw that the other party was dressed in ancient black clothes, holding a bright big knife in his hand, and covering his mouth and nose with a triangular black scarf, dressed as an ancient assassin.

Suddenly, the light was dazzling, and the other party was stunned for a few seconds, blocking his eyes with his hand to adapt to the light.

Yang Shuo turned over and got out of bed, put on slippers and walked in front of the other party, and said, "Are you my fan?" Looking at his outfit, he looks like an assassin in one of his own plays.

The star chaser also dressed up as his own drama, so dedicated.

Yang Shuo looked around the other party, and the other party eased up, waved the knife in his hand, and slashed towards Yang Shuo, but Yang Shuo easily dodged it.

Yang Shuo's eyes showed a hint of amazement, his eyes were full of fluorescent flashes, as if he had seen a confidant: "You are too dedicated, have you even learned the martial arts of my play, amazing." ”

"Do you want an autograph, or a group photo, where do you want to sign, what about your clothes, or how about your realistic prop knife - you're holding a real knife!"

Yang Shuo originally grabbed the other party's knife, but he cut a small cut in his hand, so he screamed in surprise, and the other party held the knife again and slashed at Yang Shuo, looking impatient.

"Hey, aren't you chasing stars, how can it be true, I don't want to fight with you, don't you like the role I play, but it's just a role, don't be so radical. Yang Shuo pulled his legs and ran around the house, and the man chased after him.

Yang Shuo grabbed whatever he could catch while running and smashed it towards the man, whimpering in his heart, he thought he had met a true love fan, but it turned out to be a black fan, and it was a brain-dead black fan, he used a knife to cut himself at night, how much hatred he hated himself.

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