Top Ruffian?we pack

Chapter 33

Wen Jinian hurriedly asked him which bathroom he was in, and after hanging up the phone, he greeted Bai Hua, "Zhong Xingran drank too much, I'll go and see him."

"Do you want me to help?" Bai Hua asked quickly.

"No, Mingming and I can handle it." Wen Jinian paused, "Thank you for telling me this."

Bai Hua said jokingly, "Don't really break up with him, that's your thanks to me. I don't want to collapse the house because of it, and your fans will be sad too."

Wen Jinian forced a smile at her, turned around and walked out.

He quickened his pace, asked people and looked for the way along the aisle. Five minutes later, he finally found the place Li Mingming said. Before he entered, he heard Zhong Xingran's drunken voice coming from inside.

"What are you doing, let go...I, hiccup, I'm not drunk...I'm...fucking huge!"

A sign under maintenance was placed outside the door, probably because Li Mingming wanted to prevent the waiters from entering by mistake.

Wen Ji Nian pushed open the door with a headache, Zhong Xingran who was sitting on the ground with his legs spread apart playing a rascal, and Li Mingming beside him who was so anxious that he couldn't do anything.

"Ran Ran, can I help you up?" Li Mingming coaxed him anxiously, "If you sit like this, if a stranger comes, it won't be good to spread the word. We are celebrities anyway, so we have to pay attention to our image. "

He has already imagined the kind of terrible headline party, #中星烧醉酒疯疯打人#, #中星烟醉酒在洗房Playing with a mop#... Jiang Kun will focus on criticizing him again at the sex conference next month.

Zhong Xingran's cheeks were flushed from drinking, his shirt collar was hanging crookedly, his eyes were wandering and fierce.

"Pay attention to the fart! Why... Uh, why should I pay attention! Don't let me say... swear words... I even have to smoke a cigarette, and I have to chatter...I'm done with it! "His tone was like a three-year-old child swearing, accusing the teacher of being too strict.

Li Mingming had nothing to do with him, and wanted to say something without tears.

Wen Jinian walked over and asked him, "Why did you drink like this?"

He remembered that when he went to the balcony, Zhong Xing Ran was just sleeping quietly on the table, not as drunk as he is now.

When Li Mingming saw the savior coming, he immediately said with a bitter face: "Brother Wen, think of a way, he has a commercial shooting in Yanzhong tomorrow afternoon, it is a very important endorsement, I didn't expect him to drink so much..."

"What time is it in the afternoon, have you booked your flight ticket?" Wen Ji Nian never heard him mention it.

Li Mingming hurriedly said: "At two o'clock in the afternoon, I originally booked for tonight, because the makeup and so on have to be delayed. I asked Ran Ran if he wanted to tell you, but he said no, he wanted you to take advantage of the absence. Join the group and spend a few more days on the South Island. But now that he’s drunk like this, how can he get on the plane.”

Wen Jinian frowned, "In this situation, he will definitely not be able to get up to catch the plane tomorrow morning, so he can only go back tonight."

The two were discussing how to get him on the plane unobtrusively.

Zhong Xingran stared at Wen Jinian's face for a long time, then suddenly whispered, "Honey, why are you here..."

Wen Jinian was listening to Li Mingming, but didn't notice what he said, looked at him doubtfully, "Huh?"

Zhong Xingran shut his mouth and didn't speak anymore, his whole body was instantly quieter, his head slowly lowered, like a child who has made a mistake.

Li Mingming let out a breath, and finally felt relieved: "I knew that only you can cure him. Every time he gets drunk and goes crazy, only you can calm down."

As if to verify his words, Zhong Xingran obediently gathered his long legs that were spread out, and sat upright on the ground like a primary school student, looking at him.

"..."

Wen Ji Nian's expression was somewhat indescribable.

After hesitating for two seconds, he still said to Li Mingming: "Let me get on the plane with you. If he gets into trouble midway and you can't control it, you will be in trouble. Please help me to see if there is still a ticket."

"Yes, yes," Li Mingming is so clever, "After I saw that he was drunk, I booked it for you and arranged the car. There should be no one guarding the airport at this point."

"Then let's go, let's take him out first." Wen Ji Nian bent down, ready to pull Zhong Xing on fire.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Zhong Xingran saw his actions, he immediately staggered up on his own.

He even knew how to brush the dust off his clothes. He was so sensible that he was a different person from before, and said cautiously with his tongue out, "We... want to take, take a plane?"

He stared at Wen Ji Nian with black jade-like eyes, his eyes were a little moist from the alcohol, his face was full of words "I will be obedient to whatever you say, don't hate me", no one could criticize him with such eyes.

Wen Jinian had no choice but to reply: "Yes, we are going to fly, so please cooperate."

Zhong Xingran said unhappily: "But... hiccup, but, you are afraid of heights..."

Wen Jinian was taken aback, he didn't expect that even if he was so drunk, his first reaction would be that he was afraid of heights.

He said softly, "It's okay, I'm not afraid of flying. You have important work tomorrow, shall we go home first?"

When Zhong Xingran heard the word "go home", he showed a bit of resistance.

"Go...go home..." he repeated mutteringly, "don't go back...don't go back..."

Wen Jinian stopped to look at him, and Li Mingming interjected in time: "It's back to your two homes, you and Brother Wen's home."

Hearing this sentence, Zhong Xingran became obedient, handed over to Wen Jinian and followed him out.

Wen Jinian greeted the others, and then took Zhong Xingran to catch the plane.

Fortunately, they could go through the VIP channel. Zhong Xingran was put on a mask, hat and sunglasses. Apart from walking a bit unsteadily, his appearance was almost the same as normal.

Along the way, he maintained a very obedient appearance, and he would do whatever Wen Ji Nian told him to do, without any intention of resisting, if it wasn't for him not knowing how to fasten a seat belt, Wen Ji Nian almost thought he was sober.

When they arrived in Yanzhong, it was already 02:30 in the morning.

After getting into the nanny's car, Wen Jinian said, "Obviously, you know where his parents' house is, send him there."

"Ah?" Li Mingming turned from the co-pilot in surprise, "Brother Wen, don't you take him back, do you have other things to deal with?"

Wen Ji Nian thought it over as early as on the plane, "It's not convenient for me to take care of him. He drank so much and there is no one around him. His parents should be able to take good care of him."

Li Mingming's expression seemed to be choking, he hesitated to speak.

Before he could speak, Zhong Xingran, who had been slumped on the seat, sat up straight in an instant, his cheeks puffed to the sides, and he said angrily: "I won't go... I won't go, I won't go to them! "

He seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with Wen Ji Nian's arrangement, his eyebrows were raised up, his appearance was different from his usual angry low pressure, not only unattractive, but rather like a young child.

A pair of big black eyes stared at Wen Ji Nian, with silent accusations in his eyes, as if he had made a huge mistake.

Wen Ji Nian couldn't hold back and laughed.

Seeing him laughing at himself, Zhong Xingran suddenly felt even angrier, folded his hands angrily and aggrieved and turned his head away from him.

Li Mingming said embarrassingly: "Brother Wen, you don't have much contact with that place, maybe you don't know much about the situation. Ran Ran basically doesn't go back to his parents' place very often. It has been like this since he went to college, except for New Year's Eve. When I went back, it was Sister Chang who came to see him. After being with you, he didn't even go back on New Year's Eve, but it happens that he has a job every year, so it's hard to say anything at home. "

Wen Ji Nian was a little surprised and asked, "Why is this happening?"

He thought that the atmosphere in Zhong Xingran's house was pretty good, so he shouldn't be so resistant to go back.

"It's not because of his father, Mr. Zhong said that as long as he stays in the entertainment industry, he will not enter the house for a day." Li Mingming said helplessly, "But that's what Mr. Zhong said six or seven years ago, just a moment of anger , you know about Ran Ran's temperament, he really won't go back."

"I heard Mr. Xiao Zhong say that Mr. Zhong thought he was just learning vocal music as a hobby, so he never stopped him since he was a child. It wasn't until the year of the college entrance examination that he knew that he was going to take the Yanchuan exam, and he was so angry that he almost had a cerebral hemorrhage."

Wen Jinian had only been in contact with Chang Xiaoru, and didn't know what kind of person his father was. He didn't expect such a thing to happen.It seems that Zhong Xingran's life is not as smooth as he thought.

In the middle of speaking, Li Mingming suddenly realized that he was from Xingyao. He almost slipped his tongue just now, so he quickly changed the subject with his eyes rolling.

"I'd better send you to Changhai Road. If you have nothing to do tomorrow, take care of him. If there is something to do, I will stay and watch." He said.

Wen Ji Nian thought about it, and told him not to stay.They have to work tomorrow, so it's not realistic for Li Mingming to take care of them overnight.He originally thought that if Zhong Xingran was sent home, someone would help him take a bath to make him feel better, but now it seemed that he could only make do with it for one night.

The nanny car stopped at No. 68 Changhai Road. This is a villa area in the outskirts of Yanzhong. The surrounding area is very private. Many celebrities have bought properties here, and no one followed them along the way.

Li Mingming helped Wen Jinian get him out of the car. When he first entered the house, Wen Jinian felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

This feeling is as if he can act and beat the drums, as if it has been engraved in his body memory, and it rushes to his face as soon as he opens it.

He went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water for Zhong Xingran, and it even occurred to him that there should be a pair of couple's cups in the cupboard.

If it is as expected, he and Zhong Xingran should have decorated and furnished this place together, so every corner is very familiar.

Unlike the grandiose house in Songnan, this place is more like a real "home".The color of the walls is mainly light white and beige, and exquisite reliefs can be seen everywhere, which is much warmer and softer than the tough modern style.

Before recording variety shows, Zhong Xingran lived here.

Even though they haven't been back for more than a month, the kitchen still shows signs of slight use, and the cutlery is paired.No, it should be said that everything in this house is in pairs, from the slippers at the door, to the keychains and teacups on the table, almost all of them are for two people.

There is still a sticker written by Zhong Xingran on the refrigerator.

As his tablemate for three years, Wen Ji Nian recognized his scrawled handwriting at a glance.

[Baby read:

I went to Lubei to film a movie, and when I came back in two days, Xiao Zhang said that you were going to fly to another place, and the suitcase was packed for you in the bedroom. Remember to take care of yourself and send me the three meals on time.

I still miss you zxr all the time today]

There is an ugly, round smiling face underneath.

This should be left by Zhong Xingran before their quarrel.

He knew that he would come back and read the refrigerator stickers, so he didn't send him a WeChat message.Their communication is still the same as when they were students, and they will not become perfunctory because of getting along day after day. He will write a long paragraph to Wen Jinian solemnly.

In the box next to it, there was a thick stack of stickers like this, some written by him, and some written by Wen Jinian.

Wen Jinian stood in front of the refrigerator for a while before walking out with water.

Li Mingming told him to call him anytime if something happened, and left with the driver.

Zhong Xingran was lying on the sofa drunkenly, he was too tall and his legs were too long, his two legs filled the sofa, he was lying on his face face down making moaning noises.

His left cheek was pressed against the surface of the sofa, pouting slightly from being squeezed, and his eyes were closed with a frown.It is estimated that if no one is watching at this moment, he can suffocate himself to death.

Wen Jinian walked over with a smile, helped him up and sat down.

"I'll take you up to sleep, can you walk by yourself?" His voice was a little softer than before.

Zhong Xingran opened his eyelids vaguely, and when he saw that it was him, his whole body fell on him sticky as if his bones had been pulled out.

Wen Jinian wanted him to put his arm around him, but he didn't expect him to be so rude.No matter what he did, he had to do it to the end, so he had to carry Zhong Xingran with difficulty, and moved to the bedroom on the second floor step by step.

The guy looked thin, but he was full of muscles, so he weighed more than he thought.

After finally getting to the bed, Zhong Xingran hugged him and fell onto it.

"Hey, you..." Before Wen Ji Nian could stop him, his mouth and nose were pressed against his broad shoulders, and a gust of heat and alcohol came towards him.

The weight on his body didn't make him feel bad, because even though Zhong Xingran was so drunk that he was unconscious, he still supported the bed with his elbows to keep him from being overwhelmed.

...But it's not a question of being able to breathe.

Wen Jinian suddenly realized that this posture was very wrong, and quickly pushed him away and sat up.

Zhong Xingran was by no means his opponent, he pushed him to the side and rolled around twice, looking at him with his eyes open in aggrieved way.

"Wife...you push me and don't let me hug..." he said dissatisfied.

Wen Jinian's eyes slowly opened wide, and he asked in disbelief, "What did you call me?"

When Zhong Xingran was unconscious, he would still feel embarrassed. He closed his mouth and blushed and stopped talking, like a small gourd whose mouth was sawn off.

Wen Jinian frowned and looked at him for a long time, thinking that his brain must have been burned by alcohol.

Then, Zhong Xingran did something that made him immediately explode/explode on the spot.

"It's hard, my wife helps me..." Zhong Xingran leaned over, and said Qiqiaiaiai.

Wen Ji Nian was still frightened by his sudden change of address, not prepared for what he was going to do.

Until he grabbed Wen Jinian's hand and pressed it towards a certain part.

When Wen Ji Nian was sluggish, an indescribable place was placed on his palm, and the other party looked at him with a pure and innocent face.

In an instant, as if he had been scalded, he threw away Zhong Xingran's hand and said angrily, "Are you crazy?"

How could such a thing be done!

Take his hand there! !

Wen Ji Nian has lived for so long, and he has never felt like this that he is going to explode. This is the first time he really wants to explode.

Zhong Xingran was thrown away by him forcefully, looking up at him helplessly, as if he didn't understand what he did wrong.

"You... huh..."

Wen Jinian tried several times, but he couldn't speak a complete sentence. His heartbeat was so fast that it didn't seem like his own. He knew that the other party just drank too much, but he still couldn't stop feeling his heart beating wildly.

Wen Jinian met his blank eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache.

...Forget it, it's all caused by alcohol, he doesn't know what he's doing at all.

He managed to maintain his composure, but his voice was still trembling, "Stop making trouble, go to bed quickly, and call me if you need anything."

After finishing speaking, he moved away from the bed as if fleeing.

There are several guest rooms on the second floor, and he plans to live in the one closest to this room, so that he can come over anytime to see if this guy is smothering himself to death.

Zhong Xingran didn't seem to understand what he was saying, and even gave him a part of the seat, patted the bed and said, "My wife and I... sleep together..."

Wen Jinian resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and didn't correct his address. After throwing a blanket to him, he turned around and walked out of the bedroom without looking back.

After lying on the bed in the guest room, Wen Jinian did not fall asleep quickly.

His head was, very rarely, a little confused.

For a person who has always been so calm that he rarely makes waves, this kind of confusion is enough to surprise him. He can only force himself to forget what happened just now, and turn to think about other issues.

Ever since he walked into this house, saw their memories in every corner, and then Zhong Xingran called his wife drunkenly, all of this made him familiar and strange, and he clearly realized——their future five years later , and they are two completely different ways of getting along with them five years ago.

Before that, he had always felt that perhaps the clock had moved forward for a while, making these five years a fleeting memory, but now it seemed that it was more than that.After returning to their former residence, this realization became even clearer.

If they are different souls from five years ago, where are they five years from now?

Did it just disappear?

Or did they not disappear, but switched bodies with the two from five years ago?

Originally, this question only troubled him briefly when he first came here, but at that time he was too busy to take care of himself, so he didn't think about it.It sounds like a dramatic guess, but the time travel itself is full of drama, and it is not impossible to happen.

He began to gradually feel curious about how they got along five years later.

Originally, Wen Ji Nian was very resistant to thinking about this question. Firstly, he once genuinely hated Zhong Xingran, and Zhong Xingran treated him the same way. Secondly, when he came here on the first day, the house in Songnan brought him a shock. It was too big, and he didn't dare to go deep into his imagination.

After all, living in a sexual/fun room with the person I hate the most, let alone straight or curvy, is personally unacceptable.

At that time, his only thought was to open the business, complete the gambling agreement, and then divorce.

As for what to do after the divorce, he has never even thought about it, maybe he will still be alone in filming, and after working until he is 40 years old, he will travel around the world.Or save some money and go to a poor area to be a volunteer, but judging from his current popularity, it seems unrealistic to be a volunteer.

His plans are ethereal and changeable, and he is all alone in them.

But since he became friends with Zhong Xingran, he seemed to be a little bit reluctant, the feeling of being so lively around him.He is always bluffing, will he feel lonely without him in the future?

Thinking about it from another angle, if he leaves, will Zhong Xingran feel uncomfortable?

Will Zhong Xingran...will miss him like the note said...?

While he was thinking about these outrageous and absurd questions, rustling sounds came from outside.It sounded like something was scratching the door panel, a very slight, creaking sound.

Wen Jinian sat up from the bed, got out of bed vigilantly and walked towards the door.

He remembered that the door was closed, no one should come in, and there wouldn't be any rats in the house, right?

After he quietly opened the door a crack, he saw the culprit - Zhong Xingran who was sitting at the door and picking at the door panel with his nails.

"...What are you doing at my door without sleeping in the middle of the night?" Wen Ji Nian asked speechlessly.

He had never taken care of a drunk person before, and he didn't expect it to be so difficult to settle. It was almost four o'clock, and this person had no intention of going to sleep.

Zhong Xing looked at him eagerly, and said, "Accompany me...sleep together...I'm alone, I can't sleep..."

He didn't regard himself as a 190 male at all, and his sitting posture was quite curled up. Unfortunately, he didn't feel like a small one when he sat there. Instead, he looked like a huge tantrum dog, clumsy and cute.

For some reason, Wen Jinian remembered the Doraemon mentioned at the meeting, so it seems that there is no sense of disobedience with him.

He squatted down and said with a smile: "You just want to sleep with me so much, can't you sleep alone?"

He has never slept in the same bed with anyone else. When he was a child, he was squeezed alone in a small room full of debris at his uncle's house. The only time he slept next to Zhong Xingran was in Nandao. What surprised him was That time he actually fell asleep, not tossing and turning as expected.

Even he himself didn't realize that the tone of his speech with Zhong Xingran changed from dealing with drunk people to coaxing a coquettish child.

Zhong Xingran grabbed the corner of his clothes: "I don't want to be alone...You accompany me...I can't do it alone, I'm afraid..."

Others would jump up and down and go crazy when they drank too much, but he would sit on the ground wherever he drank too much, incarnate as a child who wanted to be coaxed and asked for candy.

You are afraid of a fart, Wen Ji Nian thought to himself.

He gave up struggling, pulled Zhong Xingran up from the ground and said: "Stop wasting here, I will sleep with you. Next time you are not allowed to sit on the ground outside, you really don't think of yourself as a star."

Zhong Xingran couldn't understand what he was saying, so he was led back to the room obediently.

Wen Jinian wanted to put him to sleep before going back to the guest room by himself.But Zhong Xingran climbed onto the bed, dragged him onto the bed very courteously, and pressed him down with hands and feet together, hugged him and closed his eyes beautifully.

"Can you...can you sleep well?" Wen Jinian was strangled by him, although he didn't exert any strength, he still felt very awkward.

Hearing this, Zhong Xingran let go of his hand, and——

Pulling his hands around his neck, he pushed his head into Wen Ji Nian's chest.

He arched back and forth, rubbing his head to some sensitive place.

Wen Ji Nian froze: "..."

Is he sick? ! !

Is it sick? I imagine that I am really three years old, or the late one.

He wanted to pull his arm back, but Zhong Xing's pillow was so tight that he fell asleep breathing evenly after a while.

Wen Jinian pressed a finger against his forehead, pushing him away from his arms, Zhong Xing hummed twice, and refused to let go in his sleep.

Wen Ji Nian gave up again, let him do so.

He quietly covered his chest with his hands, looked at the ceiling with his eyes open, and recalled the various concepts of the lines class without any distractions: how to choose the expression method of accent?Emphasis should convey exactly what you want the audience to understand...

With his back on his back, his consciousness became blurred, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

……

"When you practice after class, you must strictly control your breath, voice and enunciation..."

The teacher's voice came from the little bee, "This is the end of today's class, and the art test is still a few months away. You must practice hard when you go back. Everyone has to record a video and send it to the group. No Are you lazy, do you hear me?"

Everyone has lost their enthusiasm in school, and they didn't respond when they heard that get out of class was over, and said lazily: "I heard."

This is an art examination training institution, with posters and inspirational slogans on the walls on all sides, and they are taking acting lines lessons.

This art test class is a one-to-many class in the institution, and it is also the cheapest class. A one-on-one class like that costs tens of thousands a month, not to mention famous teachers.

Wen Ji Nian was wearing simple black and white cotton clothes, and walked out slowly with his schoolbag on his back. The girls passing by him were all dressed up beautifully, chatting while drinking milk tea.

"Did you see the new guy from the vocal class next door?"

"I see, so handsome, so handsome! If Xiao Jia hadn't called him away, I would have almost succeeded in striking up a conversation."

"Hahaha you dead woman, you said a few days ago that little Jia is handsome."

"Xiao Jia is a milk dog, so he's completely different from him!"

"I heard that his brother is the boss of ZTR. Before that, he invited Yan Chuan's teacher to teach at home."

"Damn, so awesome? Then why is he coming to the training class now?"

"It seems that the family saw that he was really preparing to take the Yanzhuan exam, so he was not allowed to continue tutoring. I don't know. I heard from Lan Gao's classmate..."

Someone touched Wen Ji Nian and asked, "Ji Nian, don't you also belong to Lan Gao? Do you know Zhong Xing Ran? It should be by this name."

Wen Jinian avoided her hand and said flatly, "I don't know you."

He left without looking back, and continued to go to work.

The girl whispered: "Ji Nian is actually no worse than that person, but he is too cold, I dare not talk to him."

"Don't talk about you, I don't dare..."

Wen Jinian walked to the workshop at the end of the corridor, changed into the overalls of the training institution, and began to take over Aunt Cleaning's shift.

The aunt cared for him a few words, and then changed shifts to another building.

After the students were almost gone, Wen Jinian took tools and cleaned from room to room.

This job was also introduced to him by the scout from ZTR, who gave him two choices at that time.

One is that the high-level executives have taken a fancy to him and want to hire him, so that he can make a stable debut without even having to go to university.The meaning of the high-level is that they will not force others to make things difficult. This kind of thing pays attention to your love and my willingness.

The second is that he has signed a contract with the company now, but the company is not responsible for his training expenses in the early stage. After his debut later, he will be given a lot of good resources depending on the situation, because the high-level executives also feel that his face can become popular at a glance.Finally, there is a very attractive contract, that is, if the company does not give him S-level film and television resources within two years, it will compensate double the signing price.

Wen Ji Nian chose 2. He skillfully wiped the door frame and glass with a blank face, and counted down the date of his debut with precision in his heart. There are still 835 days before he can receive his first play.

He didn't care about what the first play was about, what role he was going to play, and it could even be said that there was no disturbance.He just wanted to pay off the debt left by his father, redeem the house, and give those employees an explanation.

When Wen Jinian was cleaning the third practice room, he bumped into a group of people at the door.

The windows of this practice room are horizontal strips of transparent glass, so the situation inside can be seen clearly.

He looked in from the outside and saw that those people were tearing off the pieces of the big drum, throwing them on the ground and trampling them together with the drum sticks. There were also fragments of glass cups and a pile of stationery paper scattered on the ground.

The practice room was destroyed and messy, because every room has sound-absorbing panels, you can't hear them smashing things outside.

Wen Jinian silently glanced at the house number, reconfirming that this is indeed Zhong Xingran's single practice room.

He didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but was discovered by the people inside.

A man with green hair pointed at him, and several people opened the door and pushed him in.

There were five or six boys standing in the room, all of whom were the thorny heads of the vocal class, and one of them was notorious for having a relationship with a girl and making others belly fat.

Lumao looked at him with a cigarette in his mouth, and said, "Isn't this old? Why are you wearing cleaner's clothes?"

"The one who usually ignores us is a fake and noble."

"Hahahaha, look, he's still holding a mop."

Lumao said, "You peeked at us outside? What did you see?"

Wen Jinian gave him a cold look with contempt in his eyes, as if he didn't bother talking to him.He picked up the mop and was about to turn around and go out. When he reached the door, a boy blocked the door.

The green-haired man laughed strangely, "What, are you scared? Want to leave? You used to be dumb and didn't talk to me. If I don't pry a word out of your mouth today, I won't believe it!"

Wen Ji Nian said indifferently: "Do you want to fight?"

The green hair was annoyed by his arrogant attitude, and spat: "You guys, give it to me, let him taste the power."

Suddenly, there was a loud bang at the door.

The boy blocking the door screamed, staggered forward and fell out.

Wen Ji took a step back to avoid him, and everyone looked at the door.

The door of the practice room was kicked open from the outside, and the door lock and door frame were crumbling, which was enough to prove how much force was used in this kick.

Zhong Xing ranti wore huge sunglasses that covered half of his face, and stood outside chewing gum, with a shopping bag in his hand, followed by a boy about his height.

He took off his sunglasses, his face was scarier than Shura from hell, he looked around the practice room gloomyly, and spit out his chewing gum with a bah.

"Fuck/fuck, who did it?" he said word for word.