After work was over, Shang Sirui's assistant found a hot pot restaurant that was still open in the early morning near the recording location, and booked a private room. The five people went straight to the hotel box when they came out, and Shang Sirui pointed out a lot of signs familiarly, "I came here with the group members and passed by several shows, this hot pot is authentic, authentic Sichuan flavor."

"Are you from Sichuan?" Ruan Xiao asked.

Shang Sirui smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, "People from Beijing." He looked up at everyone, "Do you drink?"

Cen Cen shook his head, "I'm going on tour recently, so I have to protect my throat."

"I don't drink." Zhou Ziheng took off his coat and poured himself a glass of water, "You don't need to order it for me."

From the moment he took off his coat, Xia Xiqing's eyes never left him. Wearing only a white T-shirt, he looked refreshing, like a college student.

The blue tendons that protrude on the back of the hand when holding the cup, the slender fingers with distinct joints, the thick eyelashes when drooping, the angular jawline, the high and raised browbones, every piece that was disassembled is perfect.

His gaze extended along Zhou Ziheng's side neck, almost intertwined with the muscle texture, from the loose cotton collar all the way down to the invisible place.

This man looks too **** good for him.

"Xi Qing, do you drink?"

Xia Xiqing's reverie was interrupted by Shang Sirui's question, "Me?" The moment Xia Xiqing came back to his senses, Xia Xiqing found that Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting opposite, was still holding the glass, but his eyes were on him, but only For a moment, because he quickly looked away again, his brows were also slightly frowned.

It's really interesting. Xia Xiqing put his right elbow on the table, dragged his chin with his palm, and turned his face to Shang Sirui, "Yes, I want red wine."

"Hot pot with red wine?" Shang Sirui laughed, "You really know how to match it."

"I'm actually not too hungry." Xia Xiqing still turned his face sideways, smiling at Shang Sirui, "I just want to drink some wine to relieve my previous nervousness."

Eating at the same table can almost be regarded as the fastest way to bring intimacy between strangers, not to mention that the five of them have been locked up together for several hours in a reality show, and the distance is even closer. Without the tension and mutual suspicion during the game, it is much easier for everyone to chat.

Cen Cen couldn't eat spicy food to raise her voice for the tour. She was a little surprised when she saw that Zhou Ziheng didn't touch the spicy pot, "Don't you eat spicy food?"

Zhou Ziheng shook his head, "Not really edible."

"Ziheng's diet is super healthy. When I recorded the show with him, I found that he usually doesn't smoke or drink, eats very lightly, and soaks goji berries in a thermos."

What kind of old cadre style is this, Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing.

No, it's a three-good student style.

Ruan Xiao was rubbing his hairy belly, and asked Shang Sirui through the steaming mist, "Is that the difference in your usual personality? I have a friend who likes your group very much, but she is born to be another member. I have been chasing the scene many times, and I heard her say that you are quite confused on and off the stage."

Shang Sirui bit the head of the chopsticks, and gave a long hum, "Actually, I'm not that confused. How can I put it? The members of our group are quite young, and many fans regard us as their sons, especially me. Fans usually shout 'Mom loves you' when picking up the plane, so the company intentionally shows the cute and childish side in some daily tidbits. set up."

He fished out a beef ball from the hot pot and put it into his own bowl, and reminded Ruan Xiao by the way, "Ah, your tripe may be old."

"Ah, yes, yes, yes." Ruan Xiao picked up his tripe in a panic, while Cen Cen said immediately, "Then don't you feel tired? Pretend to have another personality."

As soon as this sentence was said, Xia Xiqing felt that someone was looking at him, and when he looked up, he saw Zhou Ziheng staring at him like that.

Such an interesting thing, how can it be tiring. The corners of Xia Xiqing's mouth curled up slightly, his eyes turned away from Zhou Ziheng's body, and he picked up his glass and took a sip of the wine.

"It's okay, in fact, I'm really confused at ordinary times." Speaking of this, Shang Sirui began to sigh again, "It's rare for me to be a villain once, and I really almost won it. It's a pity. The plan was perfect, but when Xi Qing tossed about halfway, he panicked all of a sudden."

Xia Xiqing smiled slightly, "It can only be your fault that you are too easily influenced."

"What was your plan before?" Cen Cen asked.

"I pretended to be good at the beginning. I didn't push you and Ruan Xiao to say that Xi Qing was very suspicious. You also believed it. When the first round of voting starts, we can get Xi Qing out of the way." The vote is out, Xi Qing is too powerful, staying is a hidden danger, when Ziheng has almost collected all the clues, I will use the privilege of the killer to kill Ziheng, reap the benefits of the fisherman, and break through the city gate in one fell swoop! Perfect~ "

Shang Sirui, who was happily explaining the original plan, changed his expression, and leaned on the back of the chair like a wilted eggplant, "Oh, it's a pity, my plan was seen through by Xi Qing. As soon as he found out, he ran to seek exposure The clue to my identity was that voting was about to take place, so of course I was anxious, so I killed Xi Qing without even thinking about it."

Hearing this, Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing, "Did you regret it just after killing it?"

"No, I regret it to death." Shang Sirui shook his head, "It's too late to regret it, so I thought I should just bite the bullet and have a fight with Ziheng, but Ziheng had already got all the clues at that time and still I know that I am a killer, and I haven’t started yet.” Shang Sirui stuffed another piece of rice cake into his mouth, and looked at Zhou Ziheng who had been silent all this time, “By the way, Ziheng, how did you know that I am a killer? ? Xi Qing told you?"

When talking about Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing deliberately did not turn to look at him, but still looked in Shang Sirui's direction with a sideways face and an extremely gentle expression.

Zhou Ziheng hummed, and Cen Cen, who was sitting by the side, rarely laughed, "Just believe what he says."

"..." Zhou Ziheng choked again, not knowing what to say.

Ruan Xiao also joined in, "It stands to reason that Xi Qing should have given Ziheng the clue to finally crack the door."

Shang Sirui also suddenly realized, "Ah, I got it! It's that painting!" He shook his chopsticks excitedly, half-turned his body and looked at Xia Xiqing, "Is that the rose? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh That painting should be taken away." He patted himself on the forehead vigorously, "Why am I so stupid!"

Xia Xiqing was completely amused by Shang Sirui's appearance of losing his footing and turning into eternal hatred. He still maintained the lazy posture of propping his chin with his hand, stretched out his left hand to pull Shang Sirui's hand that was patting his forehead, and said with a smile , "Stop shooting, the more you shoot, the better."

"I'll go, it's really that painting." Shang Sirui grabbed Xia Xiqing's outstretched hand and shook Xia Xiqing vigorously, "No, I'm so sad, you have to make up for me, give me Draw a picture! I want an oversized one, two! Hang one in my dormitory and give it to my mom!"

Although he was not drunk at first, Xia Xiqing was dizzy after being shaken by him like this, so he could only compromise with a smile, "Okay, okay, just two paintings, I'll draw them for you when I get back tomorrow."

Such a pampering attitude was quite common for Xia Xiqing himself, especially when he encountered some capricious people in the past, Xia Xiqing always used to do this before he got bored. As long as the other party sees the extremely gentle smile on his face, they always think that they occupy a considerable place in his heart. Familiarity is false.

But this look was real in Zhou Ziheng's eyes.

It's nothing else, Zhou Ziheng just can't figure it out, he can't figure it out, this person is obviously his fan, he keeps saying that he likes him, and when he expresses his loyalty, he does it the same way. Logically speaking, as a fan, it’s hard to have dinner with an idol, shouldn’t we seize every opportunity to talk to the idol?

But Xia Xiqing didn't even look at Zhou Ziheng seriously all night.

Bored for no reason.

This flamboyant scumbag must have fallen in love with Shang Sirui 100%. Sure enough, the feelings of fans are the most unreliable. When they say they like you, they can't wait to give you their heart. Once they climb the wall, it is considered kindness not to turn around and step on you.

Holding the chopsticks, Zhou Ziheng couldn't eat a single bite, his ears were filled with the laughter of the two people sitting across from him.

After eating a supper for nearly two hours, Shang Sirui suddenly thought of something when the show was about to end, "Let's create a WeChat group." He took out his mobile phone, "This way we can chat normally, how nice."

Zhou Ziheng didn't want to join the group at all, but Shang Sirui directly pulled him in. The phone vibrated non-stop. When he opened it, a group called [Let me guess who is the killer today] kept flashing new messages.

"Everyone, change the notes." Ruan Xiao reminded.

Forced to helplessly, Zhou Ziheng changed the notes, and when he exited, he glanced at the group members, and immediately saw Xia Xiqing. In fact, Xia Xiqing hadn't changed the note yet, but Zhou Ziheng recognized his profile picture at a glance.

It's the picture of him playing in the red jersey.

For some reason, the boredom in his chest suddenly dissipated a lot. Zhou Ziheng frowned and stared at the small head portrait, afraid that others would find him staring at him, so he didn't dare to click on the big picture to see it. Squint and watch.

After looking at it for a while, I looked up at Xia Xiqing who was sitting opposite.

He was slanted on the chair, his head turned to one side, his hair covered most of his face, and he couldn't tell whether his eyes were open or closed.

As if very drunk.

Shang Sirui saw Zhou Ziheng looking this way, and looked sideways himself, "Ah, Xi Qing, are you drunk? Are you okay?" red face.

Xia Xiqing hummed suspiciously, as if he didn't hear what Shang Sirui said clearly, this hum was full of twists and turns, and the tone was hoarse after being drunk.

You're so drunk, I'll see how you go back later. Zhou Ziheng almost rolled his eyes.

"Where is Xi Qing's hotel?" Cen Cen asked, "I seem to see an assistant next to him today, but it's so late..."

Ruan Xiao took out his mobile phone and prepared to call a taxi, "Why don't you let him live with me? My house is not far from here."

"No. It's easy to be misunderstood. Maybe there are reporters outside. You are a man and a woman, so it's easy to be scribbled. He should take it to the hotel where I live. We can make do for one night." Just finished speaking, Shang Si Rui began to worry, "Oh, no, I'm going to fly early tomorrow morning, and then I'll leave him alone."

Everyone was discussing Xia Xiqing's ownership, but Zhou Ziheng remained silent.

For no reason, he now has a déjà vu feeling that he is afraid of being picked up by the teacher to answer questions in class.

"Ziheng, or you can take Xi Qing to your place. I remember your hotel is quite close to here. Didn't you still drive?"

What are you afraid of? Murphy's Law doesn't lie to me.

Zhou Ziheng hummed resignedly, accepting the challenge that fate gave him.

Shang Sirui helped Xia Xiqing into Zhou Ziheng's car, and closed the co-pilot's door, "Then I'm leaving, I have to go to the scene tomorrow, and you should go to bed early."

Zhou Ziheng nodded.

"Don't forget to fasten his seat belt." Shang Sirui, who had walked a long way, turned back and shouted at him.

Xia Xiqing, who was so drunk and unconscious, slumped on the co-pilot, like a cat that had passed out. Zhou Ziheng tried his best to straighten him, and leaned over to pull out the seat belt for him. This posture was not strong, and he failed after trying for a long time.

troublesome.

The cunning, shameless, liar, and coquettish Xia Xiqing became a little puppet in Zhou Ziheng's heart, and he slapped a new label of "trouble" on his forehead.

After recording the show, I really don't want to see this person again.

Zhou Ziheng said so in his heart, but he didn't know who to listen to.

Suddenly, the drunk and unconscious man let out a whimper like a small animal, and then hugged him from the front.

His head was buried in Zhou Ziheng's neck.

Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt the side of his neck being gently rubbed against by a pair of soft lips, his whole body was crackling like an electric shock, from his neck to his fingertips, numb. This unexplained electric current finally exploded into the chest cavity.

Paralyzed the heart.

Classmate Zhou Ziheng, who felt this mysterious taste for the first time in twenty years, forgot again, this person who hugged him in a daze after drunk and refused to let go.

Always been a liar.