C13

Xie Zhiying showed undisguised surprise at the call. He paused for a moment before saying, "Oh, Pann? I was just about to call you.

Cheng Xirong greeted him courteously without missing any manners. However, he would not be obsequious to him. This was in line with the current situation. He was a new player, but he was a new player with a good background.

Xie Zhiying heaved a sigh of relief. He didn't know if it was true or false, but his words were smooth and beautiful, "That's good." I can't see you anymore. There are so many reporters. I was worried that you wouldn't be able to handle them. "

Cheng Xirong smiled and apologized, "I was worried about that too, so I called to ask about the situation. After all, I just signed a contract with the film crew.

For now, there is no such thing as Xie Zhiying's "Ours", which is only in the preparatory stage and does not begin to do public relations work. However, following that, the film crew started to announce themselves. The cast's lineup was announced that the name "Pann Nanxing" was to be announced to the public as the male lead.

This is a positive impact for Liu. This was because the threads between "Pann Nanxing" and Cheng Xirong were something the public was curious about.

It was a godsend for a small production of a school play to be able to draw a connection with Cheng Xirong. Not to mention that the current situation had already been decided. For a very long time, the public's attention would be focused on the affairs behind Cheng Xirong's death. Pann Nanxing, as the "informant" who suddenly appeared, advertised "Ours" as long as his name appeared on the Kass List.

Cheng Xirong didn't mind making use of this topic. His reputation had been accumulated over the past twenty years. Could it be that all his connections and prestige would be given to Feng Yi for nothing? Of course not! Everything about him was still his! Everyone's attention was still on him!

He would take everything back from 'Cheng Xirong'.

Xie Zhiying muttered to himself for two seconds before replying. He then brought up the matter of the announcement. He and Cheng Xirong had the same idea, but it was not as certain as Cheng Xirong, and he wasn't sure of "Pann Nanxing's" attitude towards this matter.

Cheng Xirong replied, "Speaking of publicity, if you need my cooperation, can the teachers please give us some pointers? "I am a newbie. I should at least abide by the rules if I am to speak lightly of others."

These words were a promise to Xie Zhiying, so he agreed on it immediately. Xie Zhiying said he would get the department to contact him: "If you find it inappropriate, you can tell me. I can still decide on these things. "

Cheng Xirong also laughed: "Director Xie can protect me, so I'm not worried — when can I join the group?"

"I still need a month. I'll let you know when the time comes. Is the communication between the school and home complete? "

"Now for the summer vacation, the tutor is not at school. I'll contact them again. "

"Do you need me to come forward?"

Cheng Xirong tactfully declined, "Let me try to communicate with him. It can be done."

Xie Zhiying once again expressed his concern that it would be "difficult to find me" before hanging up the phone. From the beginning to the end, he never mentioned the word "Cheng Xirong". His attitude was natural, which made Cheng Xirong feel relieved.

The network of connections in the entertainment circle was complex, and the forces involved were always subtle. Feng Yi was brought up by Cheng Xirong and was considered a senior in the circle. Many people looked at Cheng Xirong's face and came to greet him. Now that he was on the boat with Zhou Sheng, it was like the tide was rising and the tide was rising. There was not much difference between the two.

Since Zhou Sheng was able to gather most of the resources in the entertainment circle, he would continue to provide support to Feng Yi. In that case, Feng Yi's business was the most important thing in the industry. Cheng Xirong was afraid of being sold by Xie Zhiying to Feng Yi, so he called him to test his attitude. Fortunately, Xie Zhiying was clear on his decision to not kill the chicken to reap the egg.

Compare yourself to a chicken? It really did match Pann Nanxing's image as a chicken cub.

Wu opened a room at a nearby hotel chain. After taking a shower, he lay on his bed and read Pann Nanxing's Weibo. The name was "Pann Nanxing 2015". Most of the "forwarded microblogs" were related to the entertainment industry, as well as some scientific forums. The most recent one was a cartoon of Cheng Xirong on the set.

Focus on the number of "435", such as Cheng Xirong, Feng Yi are among them, director also quite a few. Cheng Xirong was surprised to see an ID called "Fu Zhou", the head of which was a black wheel. Pann Nanxing's fans were in the double digits. It seemed like they were also mutual fans of the students at the Film and Television Academies.

Cheng Xirong changed his Weibo name to "Nan Lu" and put away his phone. He had been forcing himself to sleep the entire night. He had no medicine, so he could only sleep for an hour before daybreak. He was also half asleep and felt that the fire was right beside him. In the morning, he took a cold shower to refresh himself and then returned to the school to look for the faculty teachers.

As a result, he bumped into Hee Yiming, who was squatting in the administration building. Hearing the high-pitched "I guess you will come to find teacher", Cheng Xirong's forehead started to hurt, and he didn't even have the strength to turn around and run away. The faculty teacher pulled Hee Yiming and said helplessly, "When will you be able to stabilize your focus?"

Hee Yiming leaped in front of Cheng Xirong without a word, bent down and stared into his eyes: "Where did you go?"

"This has something to do with you?" Cheng Xirong walked around him and walked towards the department teacher, "Teacher, about that drama about Director Xie, I —"

Before he could finish, his collar was grabbed by Hee Yiming and he was forced to stop. Cheng Xirong was truly angered. The instant he turned around, he struck him with his elbow, striking him squarely in the ribs. Pann Nanxing's arms were weak and weak, but it was skillful enough for Hee Yiming to lie on the ground and feel pain for a while.

The procedure for leaving the school was successfully completed. Other than the painful groans in his ear, it was very annoying.

Cheng Xirong said goodbye to the teacher and walked out of the office. Hee Yiming immediately followed him and chattered on: "What happened to you? "You — Pann Nanxing, why do I feel that you're a bit strange now?"

Cheng Xirong pretended to raise his hand, Hee Yiming immediately covered his head and jumped back, shouting in the corridor: "Alright, alright! "Where did you learn to do this just to deal with me?"

"Yes." Stay away from me. I'll give you a warning the first time, but I'll break your ribs the next time. "

Hee Yiming was humiliated and took a long time to catch up: "Tch ~ You can break my ribs? Just be stubborn! Come to think of it, you were so obedient before, but that wasn't the case! "

Cheng Xirong's face was cold and indifferent, while a different kind of indifference appeared on his face: "I gave up on you, so of course it's different."

Hee Yiming's mouth was agape as he stuttered, "Die..." Give up? Who allowed you to give up? You better listen to me obediently! No, what kind of intentions do you have? Two men, are you disgusted or not? "

"You should know what was in Pann Nanxing's heart in the past. Only you know what you are thinking. Disgusting is also two people's business, you won't be clean at all! "

After he finished speaking, Cheng Xirong turned around and left, and when he arrived downstairs, a wave of palpitations assaulted his heart. He sat down on the last step, clutching his chest to catch his breath. From what he remembered, Pann Nanxing's body wasn't that bad. Although his heart wasn't good, it was indeed like what he promised Assistant Xie Zhiying. It was just that his body was weak and didn't affect his normal life.

Why did he do it so frequently? With this kind of body, how could he keep up with the film crew's tempo?

"What are you doing sitting here?"

When Hee Yiming's voice came from the top of his head, Cheng Xirong obviously felt that his heart was trembling violently.

"..." Was it because his body hadn't forgotten about that yearning and admiration? So you're fighting me? Such a useless body, it's really … How infuriating!

Cheng Xirong did not say anything. Hee Yiming walked in front of him, bent down to pull his arm, and said to the phone, "Sure, I will definitely help. Ask your senior to send the book to my mailbox, I'll take a look at it tonight. "I have something to do at the moment, wait —"

Cheng Xirong's face turned purple, his lips trembled as he looked up and asked, "What book?"