At the end of each year, various festivals begin to gather. All kinds of red carpet shows, fashion magazines have begun to build momentum for their own events.

Her agent, Tyson, took over a new traffic niche and is a newcomer to the company. Tyson is taking him to major events these days, and he has no time to pay attention to Shen Qingzhao.

Shen Qingzhao thought that she would be able to be idle for a few days, but she didn't expect that in the early morning of the day before Christmas Eve, she received a temporary notice that a web drama that had been completed a few months ago would be re-filmed.

So on Christmas Eve, Shen Qingzhao and several actors were filming the scene.

This is a campus web drama that focuses on light-hearted and funny, which was filmed in Chongcheng at the time, but it seems that the filmmaker is in a hurry, and the director directly borrowed Jiangcheng University, a local Jiangcheng University, as a filming location for convenience.

Fortunately, the campus scenes are the same, the decoration of the sports field and classrooms is not much different, and the make-up shot went smoothly.

Shen Qingzhao put on makeup, but after she was ready, she was notified that the heroine's filming was in a situation, and her scene was temporarily modified to shoot in the middle of the night.

Shen Qingzhao had nothing to do, so he called the two actors who were also waiting on the set for the make-up filming, and then pulled his assistant, and simply went to the cafeteria of Jiangcheng University and borrowed a table to play mahjong.

"Wow, the children now are all reserve Sea Kings," Yu Lan stretched her neck and looked at the table next to her for a long time before turning her head back and reporting the gossip with an excited face, "I saw that high school student sent three peace fruits to different girls in a row, and told each of them 'I only gave it to you'." ”

The actor Guan Tong on the side sighed, knocked the table with the mahjong in his hand, and reminded loudly: "Draw cards, Sister Yu." ”

Yu Lan casually touched a piece of mahjong and threw it on the table: "Nine cylinders." ”

"I'm." Guan Tongmei smiled and pushed the cards, "All the flowers bloom on the bar, pay the money, everyone." ”

"Grass! How am I today-" Yu Lan was angry, and raised her voice an octave to a loud and high-pitched voice, attracting the sideways glances of several students eating in the cafeteria.

"Watch out for the impact." Shen Qingzhao handed the red money on the table to Guan Tong and reminded him, "There are students here." ”

"Why do I keep firing guns?" Yu Lan whispered the second half of the sentence, looked left and right, and then asked, "What time is it?" ”

"It's seven o'clock in the evening, and I guess the students have already finished class." Shen Qingzhao leaned back in his chair and answered lazily.

"When will Xu Qiuyuan's waste be finished? I've been on the set for a day," Yu Lan snorted, looking very irritable, "Tonight's Christmas Eve, I asked a handsome guy to have a candlelight dinner, and I don't want to spend the holiday alone on the set." ”

Guan Tong stuffed the money into his wallet, his voice was slow and reasonable, revealing a coolness: "Wait, our heroine and male protagonist are interesting, and they are in a cold war." ”

Yu Lan snorted: "Haven't you scored yet?" It's been a few months of cold war? If you want me to say that young couples shouldn't take on the show together. The two of them acted in a play, and if they made a twist, the whole crew would suffer. I think this reshoot will have to be delayed until next year. ”

Shen Qingzhao was also a little annoyed waiting. Seeing that Yu Lan and Guan Tong had no idea of continuing to play cards, they simply pushed the mahjong in their hands.

She stood up: "I'll go out for a cigarette first." ”

"Go, I'll call you for something." Yu Lan responded and waved at her.

Shen Qingzhao pushed open the glass door of the cafeteria and walked out. She wore a long black coat with a short skirt for the crew characters and Martin boots, revealing two long, straight legs.

From the cafeteria to the sports field, all the students wrapped in thick down jackets were saluting her in this short distance. I guess I think it's really a warrior who wears a short skirt with bare legs in this weather.

Shen Qingzhao was indeed not afraid of the cold, she walked slowly to the flag-raising platform in the sports field, leaned on the railing and looked down at the scenery, and by the way, she took out Marlboro's mint black ice from her coat pocket and lit it.

Take a sip and sink into the coldness of your heart.

It seems that the scenery of each school is the same, with a dull school building with a red and green sports field, surrounded by a large forest, green pines and cypresses standing in the cold wind, reflecting the dark and dull night, the scenery is monotonous and boring.

On the sports field, dozens of students dressed in uniform and lined up neatly, shouting slogans while playing military gymnastics in unison. Through the street lights, Shen Qingzhao took pictures of the sportswear styles worn by the students, which were red and black.

Shen Qingzhao remembered in a trance that Yan Sibai was wearing this dress.

I don't know if this sportswear is unique to this college, or if it is a unified style for the entire Jiangcheng University.

Shen Qingzhao was interested, took out his mobile phone, unlocked it, and found Yan Sibai's WeChat, wanting to ask him which college he belonged to.

She bit the cigarette butt and typed a few words on her phone, but eventually deleted it.

After thinking about it, I put the phone back in my pocket.

What if you know?

Yan Sibai was probably preparing for the competition at this time, she couldn't be a bastard to delay her younger brother from studying.

She had just smoked half of a cigarette when she suddenly heard someone call out to her: "Little sister, what are you looking at here?" ”

Shen Qingzhao turned her head, and several angry students were standing not far away looking at her.

The student at the head was yellow-haired and smiling insolently at her, probably he asked that sentence.

Shen Qingzhao was happy, holding a cigarette in one hand, staring at the students and asking, "Do you think I look like a student?" ”

Shen Qingzhao didn't wear a school uniform, with heavy makeup, the tails of his eyes were raised, and his bean paste-colored lipstick was glamorous and rebellious.

And those students who pretend to be social rebels are not at all a level.

When those students saw Shen Qingzhao's face, they were all stunned.

Yellow hair reacts quickly. He asked: "I heard that our school has a crew to film today, are you from the crew?" ”

Shen Qingzhao was idle, so he simply turned around and leaned his back against the railing and talked to the yellow hair.

She replied, "Yes." ”

Huang Mao looked at her a few times and asked with some uncertainty: "Are you an actor?" ”

"Yes."

Some people whispered, and some people whispered, probably because they were envious or excited, probably because they felt that the profession of an actor was so glamorous and beautiful.

Huang Mao turned his head and glanced at his little brothers impatiently, so those voices, along with the people, immediately scattered and disappeared completely.

The flag-raising platform was empty and quiet again, and Huang Mao took a few steps forward, walked to Shen Qingzhao's side, and leaned against the railing with her.

As if he was afraid that Shen Qingzhao would not be happy, he glanced at her cautiously several times in the interval between this series of actions.

Shen Qingzhao pretended not to see it and smoked a cigarette to himself.

"What's your name?" Huang Mao asked.

"Shen Qingzhao." She replied, raising her eyebrows and smiling, "You have a lot of questions, do you check your account?" ”

"It's not ......," Huang Mao scratched his ears and cheeks. He stammered for a long time, and suddenly gritted his teeth as if he had made up his mind, "Can you give me your WeChat?" ”

Shen Qingzhao deliberately misinterpreted his meaning, and asked incomprehensibly: "Why, do you want to come to our crew as a group performer?" ”

"Of course not," Huang Mao smiled, "I want to ask you out for dinner." ”

Shen Qingzhao smiled lazily: "You don't need WeChat to eat." ”

Huang Mao snorted, a little unhappy Shen Qingzhao picked out his words too clearly: "You just say whether to give it to WeChat or not." ”

Shen Qingzhao tilted his head and laughed, took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat and handed it to him.

The voice had a lazy tone: "Here." ”

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When Huang Mao returned to the bedroom, it was just before the lights went out.

The corridor was full of students, and it was full of people and it was very lively.

The younger brothers came up one after another to ask Huang Mao about the situation just now, and when they finished listening to Huang Mao, they added fuel and vinegar to the other students.

After the lights went out, all the dormitories on the entire floor heard the rumor - "Huang Mao accosted an actor in the sports field, and the actor gave him WeChat. ”

In the dark bedroom, Yan Sibai turned on a small lamp, sat alone at the desk, lowered his eyebrows, and did physics problems slowly.

The scratch paper is full of calculation formulas, the calculation steps are cumbersome and complicated, the dormitory is chaotic, and the sound effects of the game are mixed with the sound of laughter and scolding.

In this environment, most college students are unable to calm down and solve a difficult problem, but Yan Sibai is still very patient, as if he is standing in the world, and is not interested in everything in the outside world.

The boy on his upper bunk was holding his mobile phone and didn't know who he was talking to:

“…… The actress Huang Mao hooked up with was called Shen ...... Shen what's coming......"

"I remember!" The boy on the top bunk had a very loud voice, and every word clearly came into Yan Sibai's ears, "That little actress is called Shen Qingzhao!" ”

The tip of the boy's pen paused, and the pen smudged a small stain on the scratch paper, hiding the calculated values.

It was the first time he had been distracted by his calculations.

Yan Sibai lowered his eyes to the stain for a moment, silently tore off the manuscript paper, and recalculated.

The boy on the top bunk was still talking, "...... I haven't heard of it, so I guess it's a small actor. ”

"But it's a real top, I heard that the front is convex and backward, and the legs are long and straight......"

The words were full of comments on Shen Qingzhao's presumptuous and ruthless feelings.

No one noticed that Yan Sibai's originally indifferent eyes suddenly became very cold.

Seeing that the boy on the upper bunk was chatting with others more and more, his voice was getting louder and louder, and he had already talked about Shen Qingzhao's measurements.

Yan Sibai put down the pen in his hand.

The iron pen fell on the table, and there was a "click" sound, and the sound was crisp.

It attracted the attention of everyone in the dormitory.

Except for the boy who was still talking proudly, the top bunk of Yan Sibai.

So the boy raised his eyes, put one hand on the table, and knocked on the table.

The action is light and slow, but it is very intimidating.

The boy on the upper bunk lowered his head after being reminded by others, and his expression changed immediately after facing the white eyes of Shang Yan Sibai, and his expression was sneering.

As everyone knows, the school bully and the student bully of the School of Management and Economics are the same person, Yan Sibai. But although Yan Sibai fights ruthlessly, he rarely openly coldens his face at school and makes trouble with others.

More often than not, he studies quietly and doesn't get involved in anything.

But his expression was rare at the moment.

The boy on the top bunk hesitated for a moment while holding his mobile phone, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Yan, what's wrong?" ”

The salutation is accompanied by a tone, which is clearly a sign of weakness and bowing his head.

But Yan Sibai didn't give him face at all, and he didn't respond at all.

He looked at the boy on the top bunk, and finally spoke.

The voice was not high, but the tone was cold, with a chill that was more solemn than the wind and snow whistling outside—

"It's noisy. Shut up. ”