Chapter 2 Showdown
Lu Yanhe sighed depressedly.
We can only continue to move forward.
Walking to the edge of Nanfang Park, Lu Yanhe felt as if his legs were about to break. He finally stopped, sat down on a stone bench by the roadside, and rested for a while.
It is already September, late at night and early in the morning, and the cold wind is blowing loudly.
The clothes on my body were almost dry, but they were still a little wet. When the wind blew, the area next to my skin felt as cold as ice.
While sitting down to rest, Lu Yanhe was also thinking about his current situation.
No matter what, staying alive is the key.
What do people who have traveled through time do?
Traveling is not rebirth. You cannot buy stocks or balls.
This is another Earth, another parallel time and space.
He can be a Wenzhaogong or a Quzhaogong, but these are not projects that can be realized in a short time.
Furthermore, he does not have such a good memory ability that he can completely reproduce those classic works. The effect of reproduction based entirely on memory will always be compromised.
At this moment, a slightly serious female voice sounded in front of him.
“What are you doing sitting here?”
Lu Yanhe raised his head in confusion and looked forward.
Three meters away, stood a tall woman wearing a police uniform, looking at him with serious doubts.
The moment Lu Yanhe saw her, he was almost moved to tears.
"Police sister! I was pushed into the river. I finally climbed out. I can't turn on my mobile phone and I have no money!" He said sadly and angrily, "Help me!"
< br>The boy who looks eighteen years old but has an eighteen-year-old soul almost falls to his knees.
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Qiu Ling looked at the very pretty boy in front of her with surprise. One second, her face was downcast with bitterness and hatred, and she didn’t know what she was thinking. The next second she saw her, she said: I saw her howling like a mother.
She looked at him speechlessly.
After working the night shift, on the way home, I suddenly met such a handsome young man.
Originally, I wanted to teach this ignorant boy a lesson for not going home at night and sitting on the roadside in a daze. Who knew——
Got a case? !
"Someone pushed you into the river?"
In the late night and early morning, Qiuling, who was finally able to go home and rest after get off work, had to work overtime and took the reporter to the police station.
But the reporter didn’t know anything about it.
I don’t know who pushed him into the river, nor do I know other people’s phone numbers.
Who can you blame? In this age of smartphones, who can memorize other people’s mobile phone numbers?
Fortunately, the police station can still check the contact information.
At four o'clock in the morning, agent Zhou Ping'an appeared at the police station with a face that was irritable and sleepy after being woken up late at night.
“Is this the artist you brought?” Qiu Ling asked.
After learning that Lu Yanhe was an idol artist, she was relieved that this boy had a handsome face.
Zhou Ping'an still had a good attitude in front of the police.
"Yes, yes, oh, thank you for your hard work at night, police officer, I'm sorry for bothering you guys!"
"It's my job, but your artist just beat up several people He's sneezing, he probably has a cold, give him some medicine quickly," Qiuling said, "Besides, he said. Someone pushed him into the river. We checked the surveillance in that place. It was very bad. It was a blind spot and nothing was captured. We can only find out what happened through other investigations. You first Take the person back."
Zhou Ping'an bowed in thanks.
"Okay, thank you police officer, I really caused trouble for you."
Qiu Ling led Zhou Ping'an to the house where Lu Yanhe was staying. Lu Yanhe was wrapped in a military coat and sitting on the sofa with a dull look on his face.
"Lu Yanhe!" Qiu Ling shouted.
Lu Yanhe finally came to his senses and looked up to see his agent.
"Brother Ping'an." When he reacted, he realized that he had stood up very nervously.
This is the conditioned reflex of the original body.
For this manager who has been taking them with him, the original body has always been nervous and cowering in front of him.
In fact, according to the original person's memory, Zhou Ping'an has always disliked seeing him.
Because he is the least popular and least profitable person in the group, how could Zhou Pingan treat him?
It was because of him that he was called out of bed so late today.
Zhou Ping'an glanced at Lu Yanhe, frowned slightly, and said angrily: "Why are you going out and running around at night!"
Lu Yanhe said nothing.
He didn't want to imitate the submissive look he had in his memory when the original person faced Zhou Ping'an, but he couldn't resist him in his own way because it was too inconsistent with the original person.
Silence.
In front of Qiu Ling, Zhou Ping'an didn't say anything else. The two of them signed and left.
Lu Yanhe waved to Qiu Ling, "Thank you, Officer Qiu!"
Qiu Ling looked at the time and saw that it was already four-thirty in the morning.
She sighed.
It’s probably half past five when I get home, wash up, and wait for her to go to bed.
It was gone in one night.
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Zhou Ping'an didn't speak as he drove Lu Yanhe back to his dormitory. Lu Yanhe also didn't speak. He closed his mouth in silence and looked at the quiet and desolate city outside the car.
Zhou Pingan suddenly spoke.
"Xiao Lu, it's been three years since you signed under my contract."
Lu Yanhe raised his head and glanced at Zhou Ping'an in front, and hummed.
Zhou Pingan only felt that Lu Yanhe's reaction was a little different from usual.
That "um" sounded a bit careless.
It must be an illusion.
Although Lu Yanhe is not popular, he has always been respectful in front of him.
"Fengzhi will be disbanded next month, do you have any thoughts?"
Fengzhi was the name of their group. Lu Yanhe looked at Zhou Pingan with some doubts, not knowing what he meant by suddenly asking this.
“I don’t have any ideas, just follow Brother Ping’an and continue.” He said.
Zhou Ping'an sighed, "You kid, I have watched you grow up. In fact, in this industry, you also know that it depends on talent and good luck. Some people will stand out. There are a lot of people who like him even if he doesn't talk. Maybe you are just too introverted and don't talk much. If you continue to hang out in the entertainment industry, you will never get ahead."
Lu Yanhe said nothing.
He waited for Zhou Pingan to continue.
Zhou Ping'an went on as expected.
“Don’t blame me for speaking directly. You are only eighteen years old now. It’s still too late to change your career. Fengzhi will be disbanded soon, and there will be no group work in the future. According to the past After three years, you feel that you have lost the group's Can I get other jobs?" Zhou Ping'an said, "In my opinion, since it's not suitable to be in the entertainment industry, it's not too late to leave as soon as possible and go to school and get into college."
(End of this chapter)