I have nothing to love when I add the wrong friend

Chapter 29

"Boom boom boom!"

There seemed to be a herd of cattle chasing him behind him, and his footsteps were like thunder. This was not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing was that no matter where he ran, there was a roar of people in that direction, rushing towards him like a tide. Someone is chasing him.

They shouted his name, excited and joyful; they chased his footsteps, quickly and simply; they looked forward to communicating with him face to face, impulsive and enthusiastic.

These fans were agitated by the atmosphere of the scene and were irrational.

Mo Jingshen became weak from running, his heart was beating like a drum, his breath was like a cow, and he was anxious. He didn't know how the situation would end. He had no choice but to hate his family for being too good and praise him too much.

There is a father who has been in the entertainment industry for decades, an uncle who has retired from a media company, and a cousin who is a journalist and later opened a live broadcast company. If he leaks a little bit, he can do better than others.

What's more, the family just blows his very ability to [-] points?

When he was playing professionally, he alone was able to support 80.00% of the topics of the MEO team. At that time, the team had a lot of fans and they were very loyal. MEO persists, and the culprit, Hu Tutu, has a deep background and is still unable to make his mark.

After retiring, he not only did not remain unknown, but became even more famous.

In the past two years of unremitting live broadcasting, he has formed his own brand, game shows are well-known, and the Taobao stores he cooperates with, whether it is clothing or computer peripherals, sell very well.

In addition, he is very talented in entertainment and has a lot of fans. In the game circle, he can be said to be a first-line celebrity.

He has good looks, money, qualifications, and strength, and his popularity is not far behind some second-tier stars.

He has never encountered such siege when he usually goes out or goes to school, but it is because every circle has its own circle of fans, no matter how much people in the circle praise him, in the eyes of outsiders, he is just an ordinary person.

Now he is in Guangming Square, the venue of the old LPL. It coincides with the weekend, and there is a match between the local giants SG.

For example, he is like a plate of oily braised pork. Usually served on the table, most of the people on the table don’t like it, so they naturally ignore him. Now most people on the table like it, which will cause a lot of trouble. Looting scene.

Guangming Square is huge, and Mo Jingshen was glad that he was familiar with this place, and he was not overtaken by anyone after running for more than ten minutes.

The place where he eats is on the sixth floor, the escalator is on the seventh floor, and the competition venue is on the ninth floor. Now the fan circle must already know that he is here today.

It was already 12:30, and there were still a steady stream of fans outside the building coming to watch the game. There must be many people who were looking forward to "dropping in" by chance. To be on the safe side, he still couldn't go down.

The sixth, seventh and eighth floors are all places for eating, drinking and having fun.

Most of the places to eat are crowded and the stores are bright and open. I can’t guarantee how many people who are waiting to watch the game will eat in these places. If you go in, you will be caught in a trap, and it is not good to disturb the business of the store.

Most of those fun places need to buy a ticket to enter, so there is really no time for him to toss about.

He had no choice but to go upstairs, hoping that he could slip into the backstage lounge while he was familiar with the road, and then find a team with a good relationship and take him out.

Most of the six teams participating this afternoon were old with him, so this choice was the safest.

Turned around a few times, and went upstairs quietly. There was a stainless steel door in a corner of the eighth floor. On the door was a sign saying "Idlers in the warehouse are not allowed to enter and monitor inside and outside". Push the door open and step in.

Locking the door quickly, Mo Jingshen leaned against the door exhausted, sweating profusely as he listened to the sound of running outside accompanied by the rumble of "There is a door here!" that made his heart beat faster.

Someone said: "Will it be here?"

Someone pushed the door: "Hey? This is a warehouse. You can't get in without a key. It must not be here."

Someone sighed: "Oh! It's a pity that I didn't see anyone, so disappointed!"

Someone retreated: "Shouldn't it be counted? Let's go upstairs and enter the arena first!"

There are still people who maintain the last sliver of reason: "I don't think it's good to chase Brother Shen like this..."

Of course, there are also crazy girls: "Haha! He is usually super cute! To see him scared to death, this life is worth it!"

And the party of the crazy girl: "Oh! I think so too!"

"Hee hee, let's go, it's almost over."

They finally withdrew.

……

Hearing those voices getting farther and farther away, Mo Jingshen heaved a sigh of relief.

Inside the door is a small room of about ten square meters. It is not accurate to say that it is a room, but it is more appropriate to say that it is an elevator room, because there is an elevator in the room with a sign "for employees only", and a password is required to take it.

As an old-fashioned competition venue, Guangming Square has an elevator exclusively for the internal use of the team.

During the competition, there is no guarantee that the teams are all local, right?

I'm exhausted after the game, I don't want to deal with the media, I don't want to meet the fans, what should I do?Of course, sneaking back to the hotel through the internal passage to rest.

As long as it is a game, there is always a loser and a winner, right?

Those who won didn't want the players to be too proud, and the team management deliberately arranged for them to leave in a low-key way. Is this okay?

If you lose, you don't want to be laughed at, and you don't want to see people. It is also necessary to leave here!

And what if the employees come to work late and there are too many fans outside, what should they do?Of course, you have to go in through the secret passage.

What if the audience gets too excited and fights?Although most of the audience are nerds and nerds, they can't ignore their destructive power when they are excited!

These baby lumps participating in the competition are worth a lot of money, and the injuries and losses are huge, so there must be a way to protect them, right?Let them leave secretly, how normal!

For the convenience of those who take the elevator, the doors of each floor are opened, and only such a sign is pasted, so that no one will be curious and want to take a look.

With this sign, even if someone wants to come in and see that there is only an "employee only" elevator that cannot be used by outsiders, they will not take it seriously.

After resting for a while, he finally recovered his breath. While wiping his sweat with a tissue, he took out his mobile phone and turned it on.

In order not to reveal his whereabouts, he immediately turned off the phone. Seeing the more than 40 missed calls after turning it on, Mo Jingshen felt that he was extremely wise.

The mobile phone has been turned to silent, and there is no time to deal with this group of relatives and friends. Mo Jingshen folded his legs lightly, stood against the wall, clicked on the address book, and planned to ask for the elevator password, or ask someone to come down to pick him up.

The elevator password changes frequently, and he has been retired for more than two years, so naturally he doesn't know it.

The address book was too long, and before he could make up his mind on who to look for, the elevator stopped with a "ding".

Stopping the sliding fingertips, Mo Jingshen stood up straight and raised his head, only to see a tall man standing in the middle and waving at him, with a serious face that seemed to have a gentle smile?

Probably when he was rarely gentle, this expression was really not obvious enough, but fortunately Mo Jingshen was sensitive enough to still feel his kindness.

This person's height is close to 1.9 meters, with a high nose and deep eyes, and firm brows. He has a calm demeanor as if he is seventy or eighty years old. Only his face still has a hint of youthful youthfulness.

This person is younger than him, and he seems to have seen this person once.

Seems to be the captain of SG?what do you say that is?

He has a very close personal relationship with Xiaopang, and has a good relationship with the SG players, and occasionally arranges a few games, but he hardly hears Xiaopang and them call him by name, they only use "captain" or "captain" Boss" to call him.

Mo Jingshen is not from SG, and he has no personal relationship with Tao Wangji. If he wants to call someone, he doesn't know what to call him.

Seeing him pressing the elevator with one hand to prevent the elevator door from closing, while staring at himself, beckoning himself to go in, seeing that the game time was approaching, Mo Jingshen did not refuse, and entered the elevator like a stream of kindness.

Tao Wangji was too tall, and he was used to holding his chest straight. Standing in the narrow elevator, he had a strong sense of presence.

Mo Jingshen stood beside him, only reaching the height of his neck.On weekdays, he doesn't think he is short, at least he is 1.7 meters tall!Now he has become a dwarf, which makes him a little embarrassed.

Especially the faint and bitter smell coming from the side, like fragrant tea, made him even more uncomfortable.

Probably this is what strangers look like when they are too close!Especially when there are only two of you.

From the eighth floor to the ninth floor, it was almost an instant.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Mo Jingshen couldn't wait to step out, stood still with a smile and turned around, waiting for Tao Wangji to come out, and thanked him by the way:

"Thank you very much, it really helped me a lot! If it weren't for you, I would have been blocked!"

He didn't know how the captain would go downstairs when the SG game was about to start, and why he opened the elevator door on the eighth floor to pick him up.

He wondered if Xiaopang knew he was coming and specifically asked the captain to pick him up.After all, Xiao Pang has admired him since he was a member of MEO's youth training many years ago, and even joined his fan club, thinking he didn't know!

It's still reasonable to tell him that he hasn't contacted Xiaopang yet, Xiaopang can't know his location, and if he knows, he will probably come down to pick him up by himself instead of asking others.

So he took it as a coincidence, completely unaware that Tao Wangji had been following his news since the morning, and just now in the lounge he heard Xiaopang say that someone in the fan group broke the news about his whereabouts, so he immediately came out to look for him.

He didn't know his location, so he could only take the elevator to stop between the 7th and 8th floors.

After going back and forth a dozen times, he finally got someone.

Pretending to meet him inadvertently, with joy in his heart, he came to pick him up—as if rushing to a secret appointment that only he could experience.

"It's okay, Xiaopang saw that someone in the fan group said that you were being chased in the mall, and he had a problem with the mouse, so he asked me to pick you up."

"Is the game about to start? Let's go! It's really troublesome."

When Mo Jingshen was serious, he was definitely a good young man with an ethereal temperament. Some people would believe that he lived by drinking dew.

But Tao Wangji still loved his squinting and smiling face more, so he couldn't help but find some down-to-earth topics to talk to him about.

"Are you here to watch the game?"

Knowing why he came, Tao Wangji still didn't change his face, even if the topic was clearly on there, it seemed that the person who asked the question was stupid, he didn't care.

In essence, it was just to talk to him a few more words.

"Ahem, I came here to visit relatives, just to watch the game by the way..."

More than half of the team members in today's game have a good relationship with him. No matter who they came to see, it's not good to spread the word afterwards. Why don't they just come to "visit relatives"!

The ghost knows that he doesn't have any relatives in the Shanghai stock market!

Anyway, he said on Weibo, did my aunt give birth at an advanced age~ This is a big deal, and it's totally worth his traveling thousands of miles!

As for whether the "aunt" will blame him for being dishonest and thinking about playing all day long, it has nothing to do with outsiders. Anyway, such an "aunt" will never jump out and scold him.

Get out of the elevator, go directly to the backstage through the corridor, there is a row of lounges in the backstage, Tao Wangji directly took him into the room of SG.

Before entering the door, I heard Xiaopang's loud voice:

"Damn! This can even run away! Hahaha! Look at this picture, does this photo look like a crazy rabbit? The shoes are almost running away!!"

Someone else laughed and echoed: "Yes! There are fans who picked up something thrown by Brother Shen and posted it on Weibo there! Haha! This trick is really deep! I will carry more in my pocket in the future The little thing is easy to get away!"

Mo Jingshen is wearing a suit of white today, white casual cropped pants, a white letter T, and white sneakers. Isn't the photo taken by fans just a blurred afterimage, like a white mad rabbit running away?

There were too many people chasing after him today. When he had no other choice, he spilled the gadgets he bought earlier. If someone hadn't snatched them, how could he escape?

There was no psychological burden during the run. After the run, he found that everyone took it as a joke and spread it there. He shared his embarrassing photos as soon as possible. He still couldn't let go of the burden.

Mo Jingshen expressionless: "..."

There is simply no fuck to say.