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Cheng Xirong was the first to hear the sound of water, it was right beside his ear, he couldn't get any closer. In the next second, he suddenly opened his eyes, waved his arms with all his might, and swam towards the light above the water surface.

Hypoxia and asphyxia temporarily stopped his brain from thinking. It was only when he emerged from the water and took a deep breath of fresh air that his thoughts began to flow with the questions.

Why am I almost drowned in the water? Shouldn't I be filming on the set?

and so on... Shot... Blast... Right! It was an explosive scene!

The highlight of the day was Cheng Xirong's male lead driving through the explosives. There was a problem with the location of the explosion. The blasting machines that were supposed to be on both sides of the road had suddenly appeared in the middle of the road. The car exploded and skidded sideways, but the subsequent change was even greater.

Cheng Xirong was confused by the impact and realized that it was too late when the gas tank leaked out. The car door was stuck and the window control system was out of order. He couldn't get out.

He was trapped in the enclosed carriage, watching the flames approach. At the last moment, he saw a lot of people's expressions, including the new actors that he had taught before, the field staff, and — Feng Yi. The face he was most familiar with. Every day before he closed his eyes, he would open them and see that face.

His vision was distorted and that person had become unreal. It was as if he had loved for so many years that he had never seen it clearly.

If Feng Yi wanted him to die, he could definitely do it. On the kitchen table, in bed, by the pillow, or in the basement garage. In any location, if he wanted to, he could do it simply and directly. In the end, he actually chose one of these … A tortuous, unromantic way.

It was not gentle at all. It was completely inconsistent with his image on the screen.

Cheng Xirong held onto the handrail and looked down at the reflection on the water.

The water rippled, but his vision was still distorted. However, the person in front of him was neither Feng Yi nor himself. It was a different face — the young and immature face. Her eyes were clear and her lips were lightly pursed. Her wet hair stuck to her face, revealing her thin and pale chin.

The body soaked in the water was thin and slender, completely incomparable to the muscles he had developed in the gym. But at the very least, he was still alive, wasn't he?

Live is hope, youth is hope.

Cheng Xirong lowered his head. After a moment of silence, he could no longer suppress the smile in his throat.

The heavens were truly ungrateful! Feng Yi calculated so much. He definitely didn't expect that he would survive in such a manner. If he were to stand in front of him again, how disappointed would he be … All the things he wanted, all the things he wanted, were being crushed bit by bit in front of him. Could he feel the pain of being burned by the fire?

Cheng Xirong laughed to the point that his chest was in pain. He clenched his teeth and trembled all over. Suddenly, someone patted Cheng Xirong's shoulder. Cheng Xirong grabbed the inside of that person's wrist and pressed his thumb down. That person's words immediately became wails in his mouth.

"Don't you know how to swim? Pann Nanxing! Let go of me! "

After Cheng Xirong threw the person into the water, he let go and wiped off the water that was splattering on his face. The memories of this body came flooding back to him in an instant. Cheng Xirong wanted to find something useful among all the meaningless details.

The most immediate reason for this unforeseen event was this: his classmates had come out to swim, and those few people were playing a prank on Pann Nanxing, who couldn't swim, forcing him into the deep water. At the last moment, he took over the body and woke up from his coma to get a breath of fresh air.

As for those murderers, they were used to seeing Pann Nanxing being subservient. They even showed anger towards Cheng Xirong's small resistance, "Hey! What are you trying to do? It's just a little game, and you're actually making a move? "

Cheng Xirong lowered his head and took a deep breath, igniting the small flame at the bottom of his heart. Then he turned around, grabbed a wet head quickly and accurately and pressed it under the water.

That person began to struggle, causing large amounts of water to splash out. Cheng Xirong turned around and looked at the frightened young faces. He smiled kindly: "Don't be nervous, just play."

As a man over thirty years old, Cheng Xirong was not happy to put down his status as a child. He had been very used to bringing newbies all these years. He would unconsciously put on an attitude of an elder, making him seem even more mature. However, the memory fragments in his head showed that this was not the first time this had happened. Pann Nanxing, this punching bag, had never resisted.

Pann Nanxing could bear it, but Cheng Xirong didn't want to be humiliated again. He became famous at the age of seventeen, became the first film emperor at the age of twenty-one, and for more than a decade he was sought after and respected. He had his own pride, and would not allow others to trample upon him.

It was a pity that Pann Nanxing was not only weak in character, but he also lacked in physique. It was very difficult for him to control a young man in the water. Cheng Xirong let go of the man before he could break free, grabbing the banister and climbing up. The few people immediately surrounded him. Cheng Xirong's brows slightly pressed down as his gaze swept across the young men's faces. Sure enough, their footsteps became hesitant as they stopped right in front of Cheng Xirong.

Still too young. His body was thin at the age of eighteen, and in between his brows were all the gentleness and weakness that he had accumulated all year round. No matter how oppressive one's gaze was, the dissonance couldn't be removed.

If he wanted to use this body to return to the entertainment circle, he couldn't go the same way as before.

Cheng Xirong thought as he received fragments of memories from his brain. What surprised him was that the major Pann Nanxing was studying was actually acting. That was convenient, Cheng Xirong thought to himself self-deprecatingly. At the very least, the former movie emperors didn't have to do a group performance.

After digesting most of his memories, Cheng Xirong was blocked by an arm. When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had arrived at the bathhouse's locker room. There was a person standing in front of him, supporting himself on the wall cabinet and trapping himself in a small corner.

Wheat colored skin, wearing a bathing suit that revealed his broad shoulders and narrow waist. It looked like the young man he had pushed into the water. His wet hair was tied back to reveal a wide forehead. He was handsome, tall, and had a dominating aura to him.

Cheng Xirong thought for a moment. This person was called Hee Yiming. As soon as he entered the academy, he received a microfilm. He was already half a step into the entertainment industry. "Among these children, he had a lot of prestige. He was also highly regarded, and had a bright future ahead of him.

As for that short video he made... With Cheng Xirong's status and knowledge within the circle, it was completely unheard-of. Pann Nanxing, on the other hand, had watched the movie over and over again many times, which left a deep impression on this body's brain.

No, not only the head, but also … Heart.

The Hee Yiming in the film is indeed quite handsome, white shirt and jeans, sunshine and woods, bicycle and music. The moment he turned around and glanced back, his youthful vigor could make his body throb.

Cheng Xirong slightly raised his head, looking at the oppressing young man, he sighed in his heart.

This was even better. This Pann Nanxing, or rather, this body, liked men.