Officially entering the box, Jiang Yan glanced at it casually, there were about twenty people present, sitting at two tables, and it seemed that the invitees were all young people.

At this moment, it happened to be the hottest stage of the atmosphere, and seeing that the last person tonight was finally late, the slightly more extroverted ones began to coax.

Jiang Yan, who has lived in a group in South Korea for three years, is no stranger to this.

"I just happened to have a job this afternoon, and I came here after the shooting, I'm really sorry, I'll punish myself with three cups first!"

He is still quite confident in his drinking.

This thing is mostly congenital, and the results of acquired exercise are really limited, and it is also helpful for the mixed entertainment industry, at least there is no need to worry about being maliciously poured down.

But Xu Kai suddenly walked in front of Jiang Yan and said, "He is not yet an adult, it's better not to drink too much, otherwise, how about I help him drink?" ”

"Also, I see that the information says Xiao Jiang, you seem to be eighteen in April next year, right?" Sydney thought about it and felt that Xu Kai's words were reasonable, so she stroked her palms and smiled and ordered: "In that case, Xiao Jiang, you can sit at our table!" We can't drink alcohol at that table, so you can drink some orange juice with our sisters tonight! ”

Ahh Jiang Yan didn't know what to say.

On the one hand, socializing is very troublesome, and he is troublesome, so it is of course better not to socialize.

On the other hand, Xu Kai was able to stand up to help him stop the wine at this time, not to mention anything else, at least he could see that he was managing this colleague relationship well.

Sure enough, sincerity is the nirvana of interpersonal communication.

Although he has no intention of turning everyone into his friends, which is unrealistic, who would mind if he could have a few more friends who can talk?

After Xu Kai finished drinking three glasses of beer, Jiang Yan came to the empty seat at the next table signaled by Xiao Wang and sat down, so that he had time to relax and take a leisurely look at the surrounding situation.

The absolute core of this dinner is of course the big boss Sydney, but the initiator of the topic or the person who drives the atmosphere is the little Wang who looks like he is lying flat.

At the moment, he is holding a passionate storytelling session at the next table, sharing all kinds of interesting stories, chatting with a group of company employees and graphic models, and the laughter of this box is basically contracted by them.

And he's... It seems to be a little quiet.

"Have a drink?"

Jiang Yan, as one of the few men at this table, took the initiative to unscrew the cap of the orange juice bottle and asked about the surroundings.

The cup happened to be empty, and the girls hurriedly smiled and said thank you, then got up and handed the cup over.

After Jiang Yan finished pouring them, he asked the same question to his left and right.

On the left-hand side was a handsome-looking boy, who smiled and said no, because there was already orange juice in the cup.

So Jiang Yan looked to his right hand again.

A very gentle-looking long-haired girl, when she saw him coming, hurriedly raised the cup and handed it to the bottom of the mouth of the drink bottle, and said thank you several times in a row, but after Jiang Yan poured the orange juice, she just took a slight sip and put the cup back on the table, and the whole person's eyes seemed to be a little unsuitable for this kind of social occasion.

Habitually in a daze when you're embarrassed? I know.

Jiang Yan couldn't help but smile in his heart, and then briefly introduced himself and asked her name.

The long-haired girl quietly glanced at everyone on the table, pursed her lips, and then pretended to be generous and calmly replied gently: "Hello, my name is Zhang Ruonan, and your name is Jiang Yan, right?" I just heard them talk about your name. ”

Hearing Zhang Ruonan's three words, Jiang Yan shook his head briefly, because some strange pictures suddenly appeared in his mind, which seemed to come from the future.

Is this unfortunate?

Looks like he's still a future star!

In fact, with the passage of time, Lin Zekun's memories have been absorbed by Jiang Yan.

However, most of the memories are superficial memories, and those deep memories may not emerge until some specific occasions through emotion.

Of course, all this is just his speculation.

After all, memory is a complex thing.

No one can claim to have all the memories stored in the human brain.

After chatting with the future star, it took a short time to get to know the other people at the table, and then entered the stage of free talk.

The people at the table handed over their cups and changed their glasses, full of laughter and laughter, while Jiang Yan silently picked up the chopsticks and began to cook.

His own appetite has increased, and after a long day's work, he urgently needs to replenish his energy by eating, and dry rice is the primitive instinct of human beings.

"Anyway, the youngest ones today are Xiao Jiang and Ruonan, right?" Seeing that Jiang Yan and Zhang Ruonan were not silent, Sydney deliberately pulled the two into the conversation.

"How old is Ruonan this year?" Jiang Yan naturally used Sydney's name for Zhang Ruonan and answered.

"I just celebrated my nineteenth birthday yesterday." Zhang Ruonan's voice was soft and weak, and he sounded very well-behaved.

"You're still in college, aren't you?" Sydney took a sip of orange juice, "Or have you already come out to work?" ”

"Well, still in college." After Zhang Ruonan finished speaking, he turned his head to Jiang Yan's side, and there was some request in his eyes, as if he was saying that I have nothing to say, can you help take the topic over.

"I'm going to college next year." Jiang Yanren is good at seeing others embarrassed, although he himself is sometimes quite embarrassed, but he is thick-skinned, so he is actually okay.

"Then why do you want to be a model? They are still at the age of studying. Sydney asked curiously.

"I heard from a friend that the income of Taobao models in recent years seems to be okay." Jiang Yan poured himself another glass of orange juice, and drank the cup just now.

"Uh... This answer is also honest enough. Sydney was amused, although everyone is busy running for better material conditions, but for these people who are out of the ordinary income class, putting money on the table to talk about it seems a bit low-level and coppery.

However, Sydney didn't think Jiang Yan was very low.

Because he's good-looking, it's called real.

If it doesn't look good, it's hard to say.

"Isn't it just about making money? I don't have anything to hide. Jiang Yan tightened the cap of the bottle, put the orange juice back on the table, and answered with a smile.

"Yes, after all, you are only seventeen years old, and you have experienced very few things, so you don't need to hide some things that you don't want to be mentioned by others." Sydney was a little emotional, and I don't know if she was lamenting her unknown past, such as being revealed to have been a junior...

"Perhaps." Jiang Yan's answer was ambiguous.

Now that they have enjoyed the underage bonus and have a lot less entertainment, then these elders who claim to have come from the past should listen honestly to the earnest teachings of the younger generations.

If you are muttered a few words by others, you will not die.

He's quite patient in this regard.