The film school on the fifteenth was very lively.

Teacher Liu Huajun, a professor of the Department of Performance, gave a lecture, and it is said that a few students who have made their debut will come back to help, they are all famous stars in the entertainment industry, and Professor Liu's class is not something that can be heard casually.

So in addition to the students of this school, students from other schools also joined in the fun.

Since the morning, there have been twice as many people on the school boulevard, bubble tea shop and big playground, unfamiliar faces turned around, but everyone pretended to be right, and couldn't tell who was an off-campus student, and the students of this school could only secretly curse and then run to the assembly hall in advance to occupy a place.

Zhong Jiuyin slipped in at this time.

Their school was a little far from the film school, and by the time she arrived, there was already a long queue at the entrance of the convention hall, and she couldn't squeeze in.

Fortunately, there are quite a few people outside, all waiting to squeeze in and stick to the door to listen. There are also people who take a notebook and look for someone to sign everywhere, no matter if he graduates or not, it doesn't matter if he looks good or not, as long as it's from the film school, sign it, who knows which one will be popular in the future.

Same as she thought.

Zhong Jiuyin looked down at the notebook in his hand, tiptoed inside, hesitated for two seconds and squeezed in, and asked someone to help sign it with a smile.

She is good-looking, smiling, and she doesn't want money to say good things, and everyone is willing to leave a name, and there are also people who take the opportunity to leave a phone number.

There are many people who want to sign it, and everyone thinks that it is like writing a classmate record in the graduation season, and it is a lively one, and everyone signs it, and after signing, they will help pass it on to the next person.

Yan Cheng was sitting in the corner outside the conference hall waiting for Sister Xu, he was listening to the song with his hat on, he didn't look up, and no one next to him recognized him.

It's almost time for Sister Xu, and she was caught off guard by a notebook in her hand, the pen was tied to the notebook like a bank counter, and the page she opened was full of names, messy.

The man who stuffed the book hurriedly said, "I don't know whose it is, but I'll help pass it on after I'm done," and went to the other side.

Yan Cheng was silent for two seconds, signed his name in the corner of the paper, and was about to pass it to the person next to him, but a hand suddenly reached over in front of him and pinched the edge of the notebook.

"It's all here?"

The man was a little gasping for words, it was a girl.

He didn't want to show his face and be recognized, but the ghost made a mistake, he subconsciously raised his head and looked at the man over the brim of his hat.

In the hot early summer, the girls who are full of energy, some of their heroic looks are different from the actresses he has worked with before, and they are a little dazzling.

The rows of plane trees on the edge of the conference hall were blown by the wind, and the beams of light leaking from the leaves shone on her, giving the heroic features a sense of sharpness, like a sharp corner of the page on him, and the slight stinging made him suddenly come back to his senses.

"Hmm." He casually answered, loosened the notebook, and lowered his head again.

Zhong Jiuyin had already noticed him.

A quiet handsome guy with a quiet back appeared in a crowded place, which was already quite eye-catching.

She didn't hurry to leave, her eyes wandered around the notebook for a while, and she saw two words in the corner.

"Yan ......" she didn't finish reading, looking up at the person in front of her with wide eyes.

And she said! Judging from the sitting posture, I know that this person is not simple, and sure enough, the entertainment industry does not let go of any beautiful men and women, and he is actually a real star.

Just as she was about to say something, the people behind didn't know what to do, cheered and coaxed, pushed and shoved and bumped into her, she staggered forward, her knee touched Yan Cheng's leg, and the whole person was going to pounce on him.

Fortunately, Yan Cheng's hands were strong, and he quickly supported her shoulders, and then his long legs were sideways, avoiding contact.

…… It's like she's some kind of flood beast.

Zhong Jiuyin grabbed his arm and stood up, and just said thank you, Yan Cheng simply nodded at her, stood up and left in a hurry.

She turned her head to look over, and it turned out that the brokerage team had arrived.

It wasn't obvious when he was sitting just now, but the farther he walked now, he could see at a glance that Yan Cheng was special in the crowd. It's just a back, and it's also broad-shouldered, narrow-backed, long-legged like a standard hanger.

Sure enough, a star is a star.

Looking down at the signature in the notebook, she let out a sigh of relief.

"It's not bad, at least you have to get the autograph of a real star... It's also weirdly handsome. ”

It was just an accident, and it didn't take long for her to forget about it.

But she didn't expect that after graduating two years later, on the way to Huancheng Entertainment to sign a contract, she met Yan Cheng again.

Feng Qing, who signed a contract with her in the same company, didn't have a clear mind today, so she had to get off from the subway on the opposite side, causing them to walk a little more.

Someone turned around on the street, she was fast, and accidentally scratched a passerby, the person shook twice, and his body was about to fall down as soon as he was weak.

Zhong Jiuyin was stunned, and hurriedly grabbed his clothes: "No, big brother, I didn't push you, let's just scrape our clothes, don't lie to me!" ”

In recent years, the economy has declined, and young people have also come out to touch porcelain to support their families?

She raised her watch to see the time, it was only a few minutes, if she was late for the contract, what should the agency think of her?

She was so anxious that she was sweating at both ends, glanced at Feng Qing who was not moving in front of her, and wanted to drag people to the convenience store next to her: "Hey, hey, I told you that I really didn't touch you, is there anyone ......?"

The man suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm, dragging her still, as if trying to say something.

Zhong Jiuyin lifted his hat, and the cold sweat came out of it, as if it was really bad.

It's not like you're going to leave a last word, right? She shook her hand and took off his mask, her lips so white that she didn't look like a healthy person... Wait, it's a little familiar.

A passer-by recognized him: "Isn't that who?" It's a star! ”

"Yan... Assist? Zhong Jiuyin tentatively called him, but he lost his strength at this time, and the hand holding her was also released, and the whole person fell down, Zhong Jiuyin couldn't hold it, and he took him to sit on the ground.

"Is he sick with something?"

"Could it be hypoglycemia? Feed something to eat. ”

"Otherwise, call 120."

"Why did he end up here alone? Aren't celebrities a bunch of people everywhere they go? ”

Many people gathered around, chattering, stretching out a hand diagonally in front of them to push them away, Feng Qing squatted next to them like a victim's family, and asked cautiously: "He can't have some sudden illness, right?" Appendicitis or something? ”

"I know a!" Zhong Jiuyin troubled passers-by to call 120, and she leaned on Yan Cheng's ear and said that she wanted to use his mobile phone to contact his agent.

The phone was held smoothly, Yan Cheng had no intention of resisting, and let her pinch his fingers to unlock it.

contacted the agent and called an ambulance, and helped feed a mouthful of bread, which can be regarded as the end of benevolence, Zhong Jiuyin endured his anxiety and finished this, planning to leave and go to Huancheng Entertainment, and a few more apologies should make the company forgive.

But as soon as she moved, Yan Cheng grabbed her like a zombie returning to her soul.

Feng Qing helped pull it, and his hand was handed to Yan Cheng, but his claws were like installing a locator, and he accurately grabbed Zhong Jiuyin again.

"......" is really speechless, I'm afraid I don't want to rely on her.

Fortunately, his agent arrived quickly, and he rushed to see Yan Cheng holding on to the beautiful woman on the side of the road, his pupils shook for two seconds, and he immediately decided to let Zhong Jiuyin follow him into the ambulance.

"No, I still have something, I have to hurry to sign the contract, I am saving people's lives not sending Buddha to the West!"

"Signing? Entertainers? Sister Xu briefly understood it and decided, "It's easy to say!" You should know who he is? We can refer you to a better agency! ”

Feng Qing heard it from the side, staring at them without blinking.

Zhong Jiuyin glanced at her, closed the car door and left: "Okay!" ”

When he arrived at the hospital, Yan Cheng seemed to feel safe, and his grip on it finally let go, and Zhong Jiuyin's wrist was strangled by him with a few finger marks, blue and red, like the marks on his wrist that slowly healed after being cut out.

Yan Cheng really had low blood sugar, and after the glucose infusion, Sister Xu breathed a sigh of relief and came out to find Zhong Jiuyin.

"Why would he hold on to you?"

"I don't know, I thought he was blackmailing me."

“…… Probably know you. When he wakes up, you can ask him. ”

Know her? How can it be. The only intersection between them is the signature two years ago, and you must have forgotten about it in a hurry.

When Yan Cheng woke up, she went into the ward to visit. There were also some frail beautiful men frowning and leaning against the head of the bed, like fragile glass.

"You saved me?" Yan Cheng listened to Sister Xu's relay, and was a little embarrassed that he was holding on to her, "I'm sorry, I used to... Who are you? ”

She didn't mind, and stretched out her hand quickly: "Then introduce yourself, my name is Zhong Jiuyin, the beloved Zhong, the nine-of-one-two-three, the sound of music." ”

Yan Cheng looked at her and slowly stretched out his hand, a strange familiarity when his fingertips touched each other.

"I'm Yan Cheng. We really don't know each other? ”

"You ask me? I really don't know. But, who knows? Maybe we should have known. ”

He was stunned: "Is it..."

Maybe, in this world, those who should meet will always meet, and those who should love each other will always love each other.

Maybe that's what they "should".