Should she use the word "not boring" to describe this?

Those who can go to the fighting arena on Heishui Street are more or less related to Heishui Street. Ordinary people don't dare to go in. There are also many rumors about Xiangcheng from the outside world.

 So most of the fighting arenas are only played on the platform.

 Leave aside domestic variety shows, looking at other countries, no one has ever gone to Blackwater Street to record a variety show.

Who has the courage?

 Miss Bai is really good at giving away tickets. Jiang Fuli looked away.

"Okay, I'll take them there tomorrow." Although Yan Lu is a few years older than Bai Zian, Yan Lu is always very obedient every time Bai Zian talks. She took it and looked down at the ticket, "This kind of event can be broadcast ?"

 The place and time are written on it, which means fighting.

The arched gate printed on the front is majestic, a building she has never seen before. Yan Lu has left Xiangcheng since she was a child and doesn't know much about Xiangcheng. Only today did she know that there is such a large-scale fighting arena here.

It's better to take Mei Yi to watch a fight than to stay at home and chat awkwardly.

"You can broadcast, but only five people can go in." Bai Qian put his hands back in his pockets and raised his eyebrows lightly, "You decide which five people will go. Give me the list tonight and I will lead the way tomorrow."

Yan Lu only nodded, sounding very strict.

"Are you going to the east of the city tomorrow?" Jiang Fuli asked slowly after the two of them finished speaking.

This is a place for new Internet celebrities to check in, and the director team also wanted to catch up with the popularity. Yan Lu was very direct: "By the way, we will promote our hometown."

"Okay," Jiang Fuli tapped his phone with his fingertips and said casually: "Someone will contact you later to arrange your recording tomorrow."

Yan Lu replied with one word "good".

Cameras were being installed in the yard, but Bai Qian and Jiang Fuli did not go in. After she gave the ticket to Yan Lu, she left with Jiang Fuli.

When the director saw two such outstanding-looking people leaving, and only the back of the oppressive man was left, he trotted over, "Yan Lu, those two were your friends just now? Did you invite them to be your guests?"

These two will also become a hot topic by then, and the entertainment industry has not yet had such looks.

Sister Xin glanced at the director with a look on her face that said, "How dare you think?"

 Dean Jian is more reliable than the two of them.

"No," Yan Lu also rejected the proposal, and then raised her vote. She respected Mei Yi very much, "After shopping around Wutong Street and Ping'an Street tomorrow, I am going to take Teacher Mei Yi to watch a fight. Can Teacher Mei do it?"

Mei Yi smiled warmly. He looked back at Bai Qian and said, "I can do whatever you want. You can arrange it as you like."

Mei Yi's manager was not interested in the fight. He only glanced at the ticket and said, "Blackwater Street? Where is this?"

Have not heard.

 Hardly anyone present has heard of this name.

The director took out his mobile phone and searched on the map. It was very out of the way, but it did exist. "Only five people can enter? Yan Lu, do you have the number of the owner of this fighting arena? I'll talk to him. Can I bring more?" A few people, by the way, help promote their fighting arena."

Only five people can go in and not many photographers can be brought in. The director also wants to take a few more shots.

Yan Lu looked down at the service phone number on the ticket, which looked very similar to an overseas phone number.

 She handed it to the director, "Ask."

　　The director took the ticket, looked down at the number, took out his cell phone and called it on the spot, politely stating his intention.

“Sir,” the person opposite smiled, “don’t make such a joke next time.”

There was a faint voice from the other side: "Whose phone number is it?"

 “A man who called because he didn’t get a ticket went crazy.”

The director who “went crazy because he couldn’t get a ticket”: “…”

   **

Since he has to go fishing tomorrow, Jiang Fuli plans to spend one night today to explain all the problems faced by Ning Xiao and Tang Ming.

Yang Lin finished her part-time job and was enthusiastically left by Lu Xiaohan to do questions. "When you go home, you have to turn on the lights to do your homework, which is a waste of electricity. There are so many people here, you can ask them three questions, and you can save electricity."

 Lu Xiaohan has now mastered the essence.

Yang Lin is a person who is difficult to get close to. She has been a classmate for more than two years, but she only accepted Bai Qian's kindness on the premise of "repaying it".

 After learning about Yang Jianping, Lu Xiaohan still treated Yang Lin with the same attitude as before.

Yang Lin stayed and sat at Jian Zhe's table to do her homework.

 Eleven o'clock.

Outside the milk tea shop, Xu Nanjing, who had just parked his car, looked at the other side in shock. Are the students in Xiangcheng also this way? Still doing homework together so late at night.

 It wasn’t until nearly twelve o’clock that a group of people packed up their things.

 Xu Nanjing opened the car door and got out of the car.

It was quite late, there were only elongated tree shadows on both sides of the road, there were very few cars, and it was extremely quiet.

“Send them home.” Jiang Fuli glanced at the car Xu Nanjing was driving today. It had four seats. He was referring to Lu Xiaohan, Yang Lin and Tang Ming who lived in the same direction.

It was too late today, and Jiang Fuli did not let them go back by themselves.

Jian Zhe picked up the phone and said, "I'll take the car back. Don't worry, I'm an adult."

Jiang Fuli nodded slightly, and he himself was leading Ning Xiao Baiqian, and they were both walking in the same direction.

Yang Lin wore black glasses and had hair longer than her eyes. She silently picked up her schoolbag and refused silently. Lu Xiaohan quickly held her arm and refused to let her go: "I'm afraid of riding in a car with two men."

 Xu Nanjing, Tang Ming: “…”

Tang Ming's home was very close, and he would arrive there in five minutes. Because Lu Xiaohan was "scared", Xu Nanjing sent Lu Xiaohan back first, and watched her turn on the light and wave upstairs before he drove to Tongzi Tower.

 Xiaohan's family lives in a community and can park downstairs, but Yang Lin's family lives in a Tongzi building and cars cannot get in.

 There were still many people gathering on the twelve o'clock road.

 Some people were shirtless, some were sitting on the ground playing cards, and some were cleaning up garbage.

 Seeing an expensive car parked, many people looked over.

 Xu Nanjing took a pack of cigarettes and put it out and followed Yang Lin in. Yang Lin frowned and looked back at him. Xu Nanjing lowered her head and lit the cigarette, and the smoke rose, "Sister Bai Xian asked me to watch you go downstairs."

   **

Here, it was past twelve o'clock when Bai Zian got home. She came back late today, and Ji Heng didn't wait for her and went to bed early.

 There was a lamp left in front of her door, and the light in the yard was dimly lit.

Bai Zian looked at Ji Heng's room, guessing that Ji Heng was asleep, so he didn't bother him and opened the door while looking at his phone.

On his mobile phone, Yan Lu had already sent the list of five people and their ID cards.

 She took a screenshot and forwarded it to Xiao Wu.

 Most people need a visa to go to Blackwater Street. She went to take a shower after she finished replying.

After taking a shower, she wiped her hair with a white towel, walked to the dressing table next to the bed, lit the sandalwood with a lighter, and a puff of smoke rose up that was so light that it was almost tasteless.

 Finally, it permeated the small room.

She just leaned on the dressing table. The soothing incense didn't have that great effect on her, but feeling the smoke, her tense nerves relaxed slightly.

 At least I don’t have as many nightmares as before.

The phone placed on the desk vibrated several times.

Bai Qian took off the towel, and everyone in the group reported that they were safe and that they were home.

Jiang Fuli also sent her a message—

【arrive】

By the way, I sent her a picture of Jiang He sleeping with a cabbage blanket.

Bai Zian clicked on the picture and looked at it for a while, then pressed the phone to reply with a number: [1]

On the other side of the phone, Mr. Jiang had just finished taking his pajamas and looked down at the word "1" for a long time before closing the bathroom door expressionlessly.

   **

 Saturday morning.

Ji Heng was going fishing, and Jiang Fuli and Chen Ju came very early.

Jiang He was carrying a small bag and wearing the blue stand-up collar clothes Ji Heng made for him. He followed Jiang Fuli very energetically.

Bai Qian and Ji Heng both got up, and Ji Heng was brushing his teeth by the pool outside.

 Bureau Chen put the breakfast he brought along on the stone table and greeted the two of them.

Bai Zian raised her hand towards him and said hello lazily, then took a bottle of milk, slowly inserted the straw into it, and looked at Ji Heng thoughtfully.

Ji Heng spit out the mouthwash and preemptively asked, "Xiao Jiang, what size are you wearing?"

Jiang Fuli was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to have some understanding, "I don't know."

Ji Heng finished brushing his teeth slowly and washed his face outside: "That's good. You go in and take out the measuring tape. I'll measure it for you. I'll make a set for you when I'm free in two days."

 After brushing his teeth, he took measurements, and finally took a pen to record carefully and asked Jiang Fuli about his preferences.

 I am so busy that I have no time to talk to Bai Zian.

By the time they finished eating, several people were preparing to leave with their fishing gear. Bai Qian handed Ji Heng’s fishing rod to him, and when he took it, he suddenly said: “Did you... forget the chemical bond?”

Jiang Fuli stood aside and did not dare to speak.

Bureau Chen didn't understand, but Jiang Fuli didn't say anything, so naturally he didn't dare to speak.

Jiang He only blinked and looked at Ji Heng.

Ji Heng: “…”

Bai Zian went out with them. She took the No. 12 bus. After several people waited for her to get on the bus, Jiang Fuli and his group got into the car parked on the roadside.

Ming Dongheng stayed in the driver's seat and didn't get out of the car. Director Chen opened the passenger door and got in.

 The door at the back opens automatically.

As soon as Jiang Fuli sat down in the back, he slowly picked up the computer on the table. Ji Heng beside him suddenly said: "No, who created so many chemical bonds?"

“Can you remember he has so many regulations?”

“Why can’t AlCl3 be an ionic compound?”

　　　…”

 Jiang Fuli: “…”

  Bureau Chen: “…???”

Jiang He silently hugged the pillow tightly and said honestly: "Aluminum chloride is a special case."

Ji Heng: “…”

 He silently picked up the cigarette rod and opened the car window, as if he was not the one who just went crazy.

   **

 Eight o'clock.

 The recording of "Come, Friend" started.

Yan Lu got up at six o'clock in the morning, bought breakfast for Mei Yi, then took a kettle to water the flowerpots at home, and finally sat in the yard reading a book and waiting for Mei Yi to get up.

The director team watched Yan Lu sitting motionless in the yard reading a book for half an hour, all in silence.

Mei Yi got up at seven o'clock. He called Yan Lu "sister", and Yan Lu naturally called him "eldest brother". The two of them didn't get along awkwardly, and they seemed like real brothers and sisters.

After finishing the meal, Yan Lu first took him to the school to buy milk tea. The milk tea shop had just opened. Yan Lu turned around and said to Mei Yi: "The cake here is delicious, but it was even better before."

The clerk recognized Yan Lu and Mei Yi and said excitedly, "Yes, the cakes made by Mr. Chi are delicious. You can buy them next month!"

Mr. Chi?

The director was a little confused, should he call a pastry chef "sir"? People in Hunan seem to be very civilized.

 Others didn’t ask much about Mr. Chi. After all, he was just a cake maker.

After buying the milk tea, Yan Lu took them to Wutong Street in the east of the city. On the way, Yan Lu said, "Someone will pick us up at the end of the line."

The director team thought it was Yan Lu who arranged it and didn't pay much attention.

Mei Yi’s manager was determined to establish a good relationship with Yan Lu. He did not leave during the filming of the show. He kept talking to Sister Xin on the way, "Is Yan Lu familiar with her songwriter?"

Sister Xin smiled and said, "It's quite familiar."

 From a certain perspective, these two of them can be regarded as life-long friendships.

“If songwriters come, this program will definitely be a hit.” Manager Mei Yi lamented.

 After Dean Jian came out, a lot of people on the Internet were speculating about the songwriter.

The car arrived at the intersection of Xiangshan Avenue. Today, Saturday, there were a bunch of people on Chang'an Street. There were a few people in casual clothes standing at the intersection, led by a middle-aged woman.

At the back, the director had just gotten out of the car. He looked at the woman's plain face and thought that she might be the person Yan Lu mentioned, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

 “Who is this?” Mei Yi’s manager looked back at Sister Xin, curious.