"I'll ask Ronaldinho to pick you up at noon tomorrow. You don't have class tomorrow, do you?"

Zhou Ziheng opened the door of his house, put on his slippers and walked in. There was no one in the living room, but the light was on, and there was half a cup of coffee on the coffee table.

"knew."

"Are there any classes tomorrow afternoon?" Jiang Yin was signing the documents at the other end, and asked casually, "If you have any, please take a leave of absence in advance, and I asked you to give me the class schedule, but you haven't given it to me."

"There is a section..." Zhou Ziheng went upstairs while thinking, when he heard a sound in the bedroom, he opened the door and saw that the projector was on, as if some art documentary was playing.

"Italian? Or Spanish..." Zhou Ziheng stood at the bedroom door looking at the projector and muttered to himself.

"You also took Italian classes?"

"Ah, no," Zhou Ziheng reacted, "it's a public elective course, and I'll send an email to the teacher to ask for leave later." The quilt on the bed in the bedroom was rolled into a big ball, and there was a glass of green transparent foreign wine on the bedside table.

Fell asleep?

Zhou Ziheng sat on the bed with his earphones on, and searched for Xia Xiqing from a large bundle of quilts. This feeling was a bit like looking for a kitten in a ball of cotton.

"Talk more when recording the show. You are not usually allowed to participate in this kind of entertaining variety show. This is the first time. Show more performance."

Zhou Ziheng responded twice, lifted the quilt and saw Xia Xiqing's sleeping profile, he tore off the earphone with the microphone and held it in his hand, he leaned over and kissed Xia Xiqing's ear.

"Hmm..." Xia Xiqing was about to speak in a daze when Zhou Ziheng covered his mouth.

"Hush..." Seeing him open his eyes, Zhou Ziheng made a silent gesture at him. On the other end of the phone, Jiang Yin was still explaining some matters related to the show. Zhou Ziheng had already climbed onto the bed and hugged Xia Xiqing. Xia Xiqing woke up completely after being tormented by him. Slightly frowning, he pointed to Zhou Ziheng's earphones, and lip-synced to ask who it was.

Zhou Ziheng kissed his red lips just after waking up, and answered with his mouth - sister-in-law.

Xia Xi counted his head and began to rub his eyes. Zhou Ziheng was disobedient. He insisted on calling and hugging and kissing him.

"Understood, I will tell him." Zhou Ziheng's eyes fell on Xia Xiqing's face, "You don't need to contact me, are all the crew members going?" Xia Xiqing's body smelled of alcohol mixed with a strong herbal aroma, It was like a touch of subtle bitterness mixed in the warm and soft sugar water, which made Zhou Ziheng just want to kiss his side neck.

Xia Xiqing was completely awake, but he was still drunk. Regarding Zhou Ziheng's irresponsible teasing method, he chose to express his condemnation with actions. He stretched out his hand and downed the unfinished half glass of absinthe on the bed in one gulp.

"Oh, that's okay, the fans just want to watch anyway..." Xia Xiqing leaned against the head of the bed, grabbed Zhou Ziheng by the neckline and dragged him in front of her, the distance was compressed into a few feet.

Xia Xiqing tilted his head, rubbed the line of Zhou Ziheng's lips with the tip of his nose, raised his eyes and raised an eyebrow at him.

The action was too fast, and Zhou Ziheng finished the remaining half of the sentence in a daze.

"I'm with Xia Xiqing..."

A pun. Xia Xiqing smiled mischievously at him, then wrapped his arms around his neck, kissed Zhou Ziheng's lips, licked slowly, bit gently, shallow and lustful, but didn't go deep.

That cold herbal aroma also gradually fermented into an incomparably ambiguous aroma, entwining the two of them. Zhou Ziheng's back was covered with a thin layer of hot sweat. He reached out to hold his face and was about to go in, but Xia Xiqing dodged it.

The phone was talking about the birthday, but Zhou Ziheng had no time to care about the specifics. He was so full of thoughts about the person in front of him that he could only make up some reason and hang up the phone, and put the earphone cable aside.

Without restraint, Zhou Ziheng directly forced Xia Xiqing to the head of the bed, pressed his forehead against his, and said in a low voice, "You're calling me again."

Xia Xiqing pushed his hand away, and wanted to dodge after playing enough, "Who will recruit who first? The phone call must wake me up." Just as he was about to lie down and continue watching the documentary, Zhou Ziheng jumped at him Falling on the bed, "I just want to recruit you."

"It crushed me to death. Why is it so heavy?" Xia Xiqing frowned. Zhou Ziheng immediately realized, "Oh, I'm still carrying my schoolbag." He quickly took off the schoolbag and threw it aside, put it on Xia Xiqing's body and smiled at him, and sniffed at his side neck like a big dog, "Drink What kind of wine, why does it smell so frigid?"

Xia Xiqing laughed lightly, "Speaking of frigidity at this time," biting his lips, "isn't it appropriate?"

The autumn twilight is as rich as an oil painting, and the orange sunset soaked in a can of sugar water exchanged a warm kiss with the edge of the coming night under the deep twilight.

The variety show arranged by Jiang Yin is different from "Escape from the Sky". It is an old variety show with very high ratings and has been on the air for more than five years, so this show has a wider audience. Four people went to the crew of "Tracking", Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing, Yang Bo and Song Nian.

Xia Xiqing was quite surprised when he saw Song Nian in the background. Song Nian didn't participate in the promotion when the official blog released the materials before. He thought something was wrong, but this time she came again.

Probably I was thinking too much.

The costume styling is provided by the program group. In order to use the self-study CP to stir up the topic, the stylist directly arranged Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng's outfits similar to couple outfits. Xia Xiqing was wearing a smoky blue sweater on top, and a pair of dark gray fine-check suit trousers underneath. His hair was brushed up to reveal his forehead. Zhou Ziheng wears a white inner with gray cigarette pants, and a gray-blue windbreaker over his coat.

Several hosts of the program group Cue finished the process, and the four guests came on stage together. The fans in the entire recording studio started screaming before they could see clearly. Xia Xiqing looked down the stage, and there were almost more fans of the self-study CP than the fans of the two of them.

The MC laughed while holding the microphone, "Let's welcome the creators of "Tracking" with the warmest applause. Come on, let's greet the audience starting from Yang Bo."

The positions of the four people are quite subtle. Yang Bo stands on the far left, next to Xia Xiqing. The self-study CP that the audience expected did not stand directly together, and Song Nian was sandwiched between them. Apart from the microphones in the hands of several MCs, there were only two microphones left for the guests. After Yang Bo finished his opening remarks, he handed the microphone to Xia Xiqing. Before Xia Xiqing could open his mouth, the audience screamed overwhelmingly.

He smiled and briefly introduced into the microphone, "Hi everyone, I am Xia Xiqing."

There was another scream. Xia Xiqing turned her head and saw that Song Nian was holding a microphone in her hand, so she didn't hand it over. When Song Nian introduced herself, her screaming was obviously quieter. She finished her self-introduction with a sweet smile, and put the microphone on Handed it to Zhou Ziheng who was standing on the far right.

As soon as Zhou Ziheng took the microphone, the studio was flooded with screams. He held up the microphone and said a few words, but found that the sound did not come out. Xia Xiqing quickly realized that he leaned forward slightly to hand over the microphone in his hand to Zhou Ziheng. Unexpectedly, it was such a small move that immediately detonated the fans who had just calmed down, screaming one after another.

Zhou Ziheng patted his microphone, and there was a voice again, "Hey, can you hear me?"

A girl in the auditorium had an astonishingly loud voice that could be heard clearly in the entire studio.

"Can't hear you! Use Mrs. Zhou's microphone!!"

Xia Xiqing's shoulders trembled, and the guests on the stage couldn't hold back their laughter. Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and suppressed his laughter, and the atmosphere in the audience was even more enthusiastic.

"Hahahahaha..."

"Oh my god, sister Tianxiu! The self-study girl is awesome!"

Seeing that Zhou Ziheng's microphone was fine, Xia Xiqing took the microphone back and teased the self-study girl in the audience just now, "I was just dumbfounded, and thought you stole his microphone."

There was another burst of laughter in the audience.

Zhou Ziheng, who has always been considered to lack a sense of variety, also joked, "My microphone is not very good, it is not as good as your voice."

The stalk of the microphone passed amidst the laughter and ridicule of the audience, and the recording of the program was finally on the right track. This variety show basically focuses on indoor games, and the guests are divided into several groups to compete with each other. The main MC took a lottery box and shook it, "There are four **** in this box, two red ones, two blue ones, let's draw lots and group them."

Yang Bo is impatient, he went up to touch a ball and immediately showed it to everyone, wishing he could go around the field.

"Okay, the ball in Yang Bo's hand is red," the main MC shook the box in his hand again, "Let's draw from Ziheng next."

Zhou Ziheng reached in, and everyone shouted, "Blue ball, blue ball, blue ball!"

When he stretched out his hand again, Song Nian smiled while holding the microphone, "I have a hunch that he is really a basketball."

Yang Bo followed suit, "I have a hunch he's holding a football."

The crowd burst into laughter, Zhou Ziheng raised the ball in his hand, it turned out to be blue, screams and cheers erupted in the auditorium, even the host couldn't help laughing, "Isn't it just a blue ball? Those who didn’t know thought that Xi Qing had already drawn the blue ball.”

"Hahahahaha... More than half of the success!"

"Xi Qing must be blue!"

"Learn to play basketball, learn to play basketball!"

Song Nian first took out a ball. She often goes to variety shows and knows the tricks very well. She took out the ball and hid it behind her back.

"Leave the last one to Xi Qing." The host handed the box to Xia Xiqing's hand. Xia Xiqing glanced inside, then pulled his sleeve to cover his hand, and took the ball out of it. , hidden in the hand. Yang Bo became anxious, "You two should take it out."

"Then the lottery is over now," the host pulled Yang Bo and Zhou Ziheng aside, "The one who gets the red ball stands next to our Yang Bo, and the one who gets the blue ball stands next to Ziheng."

Song Nian glanced at Xia Xiqing and did not move. On the contrary, Xia Xiqing walked straight towards Zhou Ziheng amidst a burst of screams. Zhou Ziheng kept his eyes on him, with a smile on his lips, and his hand holding the microphone rested on his chin. Until Xia Xiqing stood beside Zhou Ziheng, the screaming from the audience didn't stop.

"Ah, ah, my self-study is really a couple!"

"Self-study is a couple of course!!"

Xia Xiqing also gave Zhou Ziheng a brief look, thinking that everything was settled, but the next second, without a microphone, he grabbed Zhou Ziheng's wrist, and said into the microphone with his hand, "I'm just here Let me tell you," he looked at Zhou Ziheng, took out the red ball in his hand and smiled, "let me have some."

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Oh my god, Xia Xiqing is so good!"

After speaking, Xia Xiqing left Zhou Ziheng's side, walked up to Yang Bo's side, and bumped shoulders with him.

Song Nian also shrugged and came to Zhou Ziheng's side.

"Okay, now the teams are divided, let's start the game." The staff moved up a large lottery turntable from the backstage, and the host explained, "There are many classic games from our show on this turntable, and now we invite guest representatives to come Spin the wheel to see which game you will draw."

Several people discussed it and decided to let Zhou Ziheng, the male number one, turn the turntable. Zhou Ziheng didn't shirk it, and stood over coolly and turned the turntable. It took a long time for the turntable to stop slowly.

"Okay, audiences, the moment that everyone is looking forward to has finally arrived..." The host pointed at the pointer, looking at the turntable that gradually stopped, "The game is..."

Finally, what stopped in front of the pointer was an orange note with four words written on it.

"You draw and I guess!"

Zhou Ziheng squatted on the ground and hugged his head immediately.

"Hahaha God help me too!" Yang Bo laughed and hugged Xia Xiqing vigorously, then pulled him around the field and blew kisses, and also acted as the host to interview the scene, "Xi Qing, as the winner, do you have any victory speeches? "

Xia Xiqing smiled solemnly, "I want to know what the punishment items are?"

The fans and audience in the audience leaned forward and backward with laughter, which made Zhou Ziheng even more pitiful. The host couldn't bear to look at the result, "Why don't Ziheng do it again?" He asked the audience, "What do you think? ?”

I thought that the fans in the audience would feel sorry for Zhou Ziheng and asked him to do it again, but most of the fans shouted.

"don't want!"

"this one!"

"I'm willing to bet and admit defeat!"

Zhou Ziheng smiled helplessly while holding the microphone, "You are all fake fans."

The so-called I guess what you draw, in fact, one guest puts on the earphones and listens to the music on his back, while the other sits on the high-speed rotating seat, observes the warning signs that may appear at any time, and writes the information written on the warning signs within a limited time. The content is displayed to the teammates in the form of drawings, the more the teammates guess correctly, the greater the chance of winning.

"This is probably the least suspenseful match in the history of our show." A female MC laughed.

Another MC also laughed, "Who would have thought of a painter to participate in this kind of game where you draw and guess?"

"Who would have thought that Ziheng's luck would be like this?"

"Hahahahahaha..."

The game started, and the blue team stood on the game table first. Zhou Ziheng thought he had no talent for painting, so he walked to the earphone and turned his back on it. Song Nian sat on the seat, and she started screaming as soon as the seat turned, and Yang Bo was beside him. Booing, "Don't patronize and tell you not to read the sign."

Turning around for a minute, Song Nian's whole body was turned into a mess. When she got off the seat, she almost didn't fall down. Xia Xiqing, who was standing by the side, quickly helped her up, and Song Nian walked to the drawing board smoothly. Before, pick up a pen and start drawing.

Three minutes was very short, and Zhou Ziheng turned around as soon as the music in his earphones ended.

"Okay! Nian Nian, it's time." The host walked to the drawing board, glanced at it and bent over with a smile, "Nian Nian, your drawing is...too abstract, Zi Heng, you should be mentally prepared."

Zhou Ziheng made an OK gesture, but as soon as the drawing board was turned around, he was covered by a circle, and a rather irregular small circle was drawn on the drawing board, and there were three wavy lines, and a pointed mouth was drawn on the top, no know what it is.

"What is this..." Zhou Ziheng's face was wrinkled together. Yang Bo and Xia Xiqing were still making trouble nearby.

"You can't even see that?" Yang Bo laughed while holding the microphone, "Two orioles singing green willows."

Xia Xiqing added another sentence, "A group of egrets go up to the blue sky."

Zhou Ziheng glared at them both, and sighed helplessly.

"Little bird?"

MC prompts: "Wrong!"

"Swallow?" Zhou Ziheng tried to understand the meaning of the painting, "River? There is a duck on the river? No, the wavy line is a bit short, it doesn't look like a river..."

Yang Bo started humming, "A flock of ducks passed the bridge in front of the gate, come and count them, two, four, six, seven, eight~" He handed the microphone to Xia Xiqing, and Xia Xiqing said with a suppressed smile, "Chong Duck!" .”

There was a burst of laughter underneath.

"time up!"

The host finally couldn't hold back anymore, took the cardboard and turned it over, "Come here, Ziheng, take a look."

There are four large characters written on the prompt board - the hen lays eggs. Zhou Ziheng almost fainted when he saw it, "My God, can't you draw an oval shape? I thought it was a pebble."

"I'm so dizzy that I can't even hold the pen," Song Nian stood up and blamed, "Then you will draw later."

Zhou Ziheng turned to look at Xia Xiqing, Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows at him, "I won't let you down, so give up."

"Okay, let's go to the red team!" The host restored the drawing board, "Let me tell you in advance that our punishment this time is very severe."

There was a scream from the audience, "Let the water! Let the water! Let the water! Let the water..."

Xia Xiqing smiled dotingly, "You guys are so difficult to serve." Then he walked to the swivel seat.

"Games start!"

The seat turned very fast, Xia Xiqing focused his attention on one point, which greatly avoided dizziness, and a reminder flashed in front of him with four words written on it.

Xia Xiqing even suspected that the program group was watching dishes off the plate, which was not an order of magnitude of difficulty at all!

The seat stopped slowly, Xia Xiqing held on to the railing to stabilize his body, and walked to the drawing board calmly.

"He really didn't release the water, you can see how steady he walked."

"It's like it hasn't turned hahaha."

"Friends in the audience, let's take a look at Ziheng's expression."

Zhou Ziheng couldn't bear to look directly at it and squatted down again, lowering his head and drawing circles on the ground. Xia Xiqing's hand was a little unstable due to dizziness. He grabbed the wrist of his right hand with his left hand and drew quickly on the drawing board.

"Five-four-three-two-one! Over!"

The host shouted to stop, and Xia Xiqing put down the pen in his hand, collapsed on the chair and laughed. He turned his face and saw Zhou Ziheng, who was squatting, looking up, and the two looked at each other.

"Oh my god, Ziheng, you have to give in this time." The host held the drawing board to his chest, "I've been on the show for so long, this is the first time a guest has played this game like this in such a short period of time. It's not necessary Guess it, even children can guess it."

As soon as he lit the drawing board, Yang Bo happily jumped three times.

There were screams from the audience.

"God my little artist!"

"The drawing is so good!"

On the drawing board is a dragon drawn by Xia Xiqing in the way of sketching comics. It is very cute, except that it has no eyes.

Yang Bo cleared his throat, and said solemnly, "Although we have reached this point, in order to respect our opponents, we still have to go through the process." He smiled and gave the answer together with the audience .

"The finishing touch!"

Zhou Ziheng snatched the drawing board from the host's hand and pretended to be in a state of dismay and was about to throw it on the ground. As soon as the audience started shouting, he withdrew his hand again, touched the drawing board, and stuffed it into Xia Xiqing's hand, with his back to the camera Blinked his left eye.

"I admit defeat." Zhou Ziheng stood back to the blue team's position, with a doting and helpless smile on his face.

"Whoever meets him will win."

These words literally blew up the entire studio, and almost lifted the roof.