C2

What was worse was that Hee Yiming knew how to make use of his... Beautiful.

In Liu Tie's memory of finding the treasure, Hee Yiming was always pampered. Pann Nanxing was good to him, so it was only natural for him to enjoy this relationship. He would only give Pann Nanxing a little sweet on the spur of the moment.

Just like now.

Hee Yiming got closer and closer. He bent his elbow and was about to stick to Cheng Xirong. Dense steam, naked, radiating heat from each other, breathing in and out. Hee Yiming's voice was very low and carried some sound of air as he sprayed it beside Cheng Xirong's ear.

"Are you going to rebel today?"

A teenager, to put it bluntly, had not even grown hair yet. If it was in the past, Cheng Xirong would not even look at it. In reality, when the opposing aura swept over, he couldn't help but shudder, and a wave of warmth surged through his lower abdomen.

This useless little bastard Pann Nanxing, what did he do to Hee Yiming's video!?

Cheng Xirong felt a headache coming on. The discomfort of lack of oxygen had not passed, and the emotions remained in the fire. The most urgent consequence was that he gradually became frustrated and was unable to control himself.

Looking at this arrogant young man before him, he felt that this young man's face was truly repulsive.

This boredom also had its benefits, and very quickly, the little impulse in his body was suppressed. Cheng Xirong took a deep breath, trying his best to seize control of his body, making himself more like himself. When Hee Yiming was trying to get closer to him, he suddenly raised his elbow and hit him squarely on the corner of his mouth.

Hee Yiming screamed and stepped back while covering his mouth. Cheng Xirong seized the opportunity to break free and stood on the other side, observing coldly.

He did like men. But the difference between him and Pann Nanxing was that Cheng Xirong only liked Feng Yi as a man. If Feng Yi betrayed him and crossed his bottom line, then there would be no one in this world that he liked.

Therefore, there was no one that he could pamper.

This was completely different from Pann Nanxing's humble yearning. Hee Yiming was stunned for a few seconds before getting angry. By the time he realized that this was the truth and the anger reached his head, several of the young men behind him had already helped him up.

Everyone was talking and chattering loudly. The scene turned chaotic, making Wu Junyi's head hurt even more. What he could vaguely make out was Hee Yiming roaring, it was just a question like "How dare you make a move", there was no actual damage.

Cheng Xirong felt bored and wanted to put on his clothes and leave. From then on, he would cut off all contact with these children with bad natures. Just as he took a step forward, a clear voice could be heard, "Great Lin, go find some ice cubes for him to apply. Don't delay the casting for this afternoon!"

An audition? Afternoon?

Cheng Xirong stopped his steps and looked at the group of children: "What audition is it in the afternoon?"

The crowd across from him gradually quieted down. Everyone had different expressions, mostly mixed with ridicule and mockery. With Hee Yiming in the lead, his cold sneer even seemed to be filled with contempt.

Without thinking, it could be seen that Pann Nanxing was isolated by them and could not get any useful information.

Cheng Xirong took a step forward, his back was arched and he stood up straight: "Which director?"

Hee Yiming shook off the hand on his arm and stood up straight: "Is it any use telling you?"

The others also laughed, "Did you really eat the wrong medicine today?"

"You see that cowardly look on the screen? What? Aren't you embarrassed enough?"

"Don't say it's hot, it's hot? How about we send you to the doctor first? "

Cheng Xirong ignored them and only looked at Hee Yiming in the middle. "Wang Heeh's or Chen Jingtian's?"

Hee Yiming was stunned for a moment and then denied, "Neither of them... No, what do you mean? After soaking in the water for a while, she felt like she was her wrist? Director Wang is someone you dare to think of? "

Cheng Xirong licked his canine and revealed a smile: "Why don't we make a bet?"

What youngsters did not lack was temperament and hot-bloodedness. With just a few words, they could order a fight. No one was willing to admit defeat. The onlookers were also interested, waiting for Cheng Xirong to make a fool of himself so they could find another opportunity to mock him.

Hee Yiming wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and sucked in a deep breath. "What do you want to bet?"

"Let's bet on today's audition."

"Think carefully, you yourself —"

Cheng Xirong only looked at him and raised his chin in a small curve. His eyes were calm but firm, without the slightest bit of wavering.

Hee Yiming swallowed the rest of his words. He was still staring at Cheng Xirong. He turned his head slightly and said to the person behind him, "Send the notice to him."

The boy behind him hesitated as he tried to persuade him: "Yiming, he …"

"Give it to him!" Hee Yiming's gaze did not change, "Pann Nanxing, looks like you really lack self-knowledge."

Cheng Xirong shook his head, opened the cabinet to get his clothes, turned around and walked away. He wanted to open a private room at the side, wash up and calm down for a while, and then sort out his thoughts. Ye Zichen looked at Pann Nanxing's wallet and could only give up. He had never worried about money, and only now did he realize that Pann Nanxing was a pauper.

Poor still do not work hard, all day immersed in their own wishful thinking, love as life, with a broken heart self-pity. This was simply self-immersion.

Cheng Xirong recalled that when he first met Feng Yi, Feng Yi had more than enough respect for him but didn't get too close to him. Then he took Feng Yi by the hand, taught him how to find the camera, taught him how to act, brought him into the group, and walked with him step by step until they could stand side.

Even if it was love, both sides should be evenly matched. Pann Nanxing was too young and did not understand any of this.

Cheng Xirong thought of a splitting headache, went out the door of the swimming pool, caught a taxi back to school. He used Pann Nanxing's phone to look at the email and skimmed through the test message for the afternoon. He was a bit speechless after reading it.

Director Xie Zhiying was quite famous. He was an expert in lens and light combination, and was especially fond of filming small and fresh literary films. He was very popular among the young. The media coverage of him had always been fixed on the "new guy" level. Many acting students saw him as a stepping stone to becoming a professional.

Unbeknownst to the public, this Xie Zhiying had a bad habit of mixing filming with his life, regardless of whether it was public or private. He had a bad habit, so he brought those newbies into society to play together. He had not opened the door on his lips, and it was more or less dark on his face.

It was impossible to be clean in this circle, but the real black spots could not be left. Otherwise, if he were to become famous in the future, the media would be happy to dig up the history hidden in the darkness.

Cheng Xirong didn't think that the first chance he got would be a rotten egg.

However, even if the egg was rotten, it still had to open its mouth to eat it.