Chapter 212

When the nursery rhyme comes back to the playing field with half eaten bread, the second round of competition has already begun Looking at the fans sitting below and holding the fluorescent rescue card, she began to feel uncomfortable again. As a result, she was not in the mood to watch the game. She just wanted to finish the interview quickly and go back to the base to hold her cat, so she simply went to the backstage without staying for a second.

To her surprise, she saw someone in the backstage lounge that she didn't expect to appear.

"Captain?" The nursery rhyme keeps the posture of pushing the door open, standing at the door of the rest room, "how did you come?"

"The interview suddenly turned into a double interview, so I came."

Lu Sicheng looks up from the mobile phone he is playing with. At one glance, he sees a person standing outside the door who is like a drowned rat. She is soaked through, and her hair is sticking to her face in confusion. The whole person seems to have just been fished out of the water Lu Sicheng put down his mobile phone and raised his eyebrows: "how did this happen? You didn't ask for an umbrella? "

"I borrowed it, but I met a little accident," the nursery rhyme pushed the door and came in. She sneezed because of the air conditioner in the room. She sniffed. "I gave the umbrella to someone else."

Lu Sicheng took a blanket from the rest room and threw it to her. He did not know where to find a dry and warm handkerchief. Nursery rhyme took the blanket and wrapped it, then wiped his hair with a handkerchief: "where are the interviewers?"

"Wait. I thought you wanted to watch the second game, so let them wait first." Lu Sicheng looks down at her, pauses and asks, "why didn't you go to the game?"

The movement of wiping hair in nursery rhyme suddenly stopped.

Lu Sicheng raised his eyebrows.

The nursery rhyme soon returned to action, but its head was lowered a little more. "I don't want to see it," she murmured in a low voice. "It's hard to look at those fans Why do they come? What are they searching for? The hero in your heart? Or the people they imagined? In fact, the people sitting on the stage are not as great as they think, maybe even worse than them... "

It was like opening a conversation box and saying incoherent words. At last, the voice gradually became smaller and more lost of soul.

until the nursery rhyme felt that her hands were clasped on her hair, she raised her head and looked at her dark brown eyes.

Nursery rhyme: Brother Cheng? What's the matter? "

Lu Sicheng said without expression: "I'll ask you this."

The nursery rhyme was silent.

Then open your mouth.

“…… It's the girl I met that day, Xu tailen's, who at first thought she was very annoying, but now she's annoying. At the same time, she's sad to be a fan. "The nursery rhyme dropped her hand, but it didn't break away from Lu Sicheng's hand." fans always think of the people they like too well - whether it's Xu Tailun or us Regardless of the mood of people who like themselves, they do what they want to do, be exposed and destroyed. Thinking about this, I feel that this circle is really not worth being liked by others, too... "

"It's not as bad as you think."

“……”

When the nursery rhyme broke, she looked up.

"At least your teammates did a good job. One or two of them didn't go anywhere except the base. They mixed the China Telecom base into a monk temple," Lu Sicheng said without expression. "Everyone is very good."

“……”

This kind of pet praise expression.

"It's unfair for one person or two people to knock down a boat of people with one pole. Have you been reminded of this before?" Lu Sicheng said solemnly, "I am a good man."

Nursery rhymes blink.

At this point, she felt the hand that was holding her wrist a little tighter.

"Your situation is worrying."

“…… Worried? "

"Before I have time to say anything, you first despair of this circle, then trouble."

As he spoke, Lu Sicheng let go of the nursery rhyme's hand, thought about it as if there was something wrong with it, and then he recaptured his palm. He bent down slightly, approached the dull face, and looked deeply into the still empty eyes.

"There are still good men in this circle. They are handsome and rich. They play games well but not pink. They regard the base as a monk temple. They just want to read a piece of Heart Sutra every morning when they get up."

“…… Who? "

"Me."

“……”

"So," the man pursed his lips a little, the corners of his lips tightened, and his dark brown eyes narrowed slightly. "I'll ask you again that day. Would you like to have a try?"

The whole brain of nursery rhymes doesn't work.

It's just a reflexive question --

" Try what? "

"Me."

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