Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Inside the studio.

All the guests and staff present held their breath and stared at Gong Huasui's phone without making a sound.

Nervousness, curiosity, gossip, teasing...

Those who were shy felt as embarrassed as boiled shrimps when they heard the ambiguous panting at the front. They quickly hid behind with their boards in their arms, but their eyes could not help but look at the big screen.

They all wanted to know who was the person who was pinned by Gong Huasui and marked with special English letters.

Hearing the second sentence from the other end of the phone, Gong Huasui guessed that he was doing a game punishment task. His eyelids tightened and he repeated it without any emotion.

“I’m recording a show.”

Chi Qinghe paused, "Sorry, should I pretend that I don't know the mission?"

Although I haven’t watched many variety shows, I still know the basic routines.

Gong Huasui clenched his hands into fists under the table. His heart felt like a hole had been dug out, and the pain was so severe that it made him numb. He responded in a voice as steady as possible.

"Well, the previous part will be cut out and we'll start over."

Chi Qinghe raised the corners of his lips in self-mockery, walked into the small pavilion beside the fountain, and leaned lazily against the stone pillar.

"Okay, I'll cooperate. Do you want to exchange a few pleasantries first?"

Gong Huasui started directly.

"I heard you returned to China. How is it going? Are you adapting well?"

Chi Qinghe: “Not bad.”

"What are your plans for the future?"

Chi Qinghe: “I haven’t thought about it yet.”

"When are we going to have dinner together? It's my treat."

Chi Qinghe: "All is fine."

"I'm trying to film a youth movie recently. Are you interested in visiting the set?"

Chi Qinghe: "Go when you have time."

The two of them exchanged greetings in a serious manner, without any sense of intimacy.

Everyone in the studio watched intently, and gradually figured out the true relationship between the two.

Gong Huasui could be considered proactive, but the person on the other end of the phone seemed to be very cautious, and even his answers were quite perfunctory.

It feels like any random stranger on the street could be more like a brother to them.

Is it so casual to pin things nowadays?

The director immediately gave the host a look.

The host understood what he meant and took the board that the staff quietly handed over.

Show it to the camera first.

The broadcast was broadcast on the big screen, and when people saw the questions on the question board, they gasped one after another throughout the studio.

This question is too ambiguous!

There was a boy opposite.

Gong Huasui actually asked the other side——

Do you still have the love letter I gave you?

If this is answered correctly, it is revolutionary brotherhood.

It can also make up for the unfamiliarity in the previous part by editing it into banter between brothers.

If this question is not answered well, the entry "Top idol is actually gay" will be at the top of the list on the night the show airs!

Xu Yun is Gong Huasui's agent. When she saw what the program crew did, her face instantly fell.

She found the director, and although her tone was negotiating, there was no smile on her face.

"Director, your question is too tricky. I dare not say anything else about our artist, but he is absolutely clean in terms of love. Even if he is in a relationship, he will choose a girl. As for giving love letters to boys, Gong Huasui would never..."

Before Xu Yun finished speaking, Gong Huasui read out the words according to the blackboard.

There was a hint of urgency in his tone, as if if he was any later, his agent would cut the camera on the spot and drag him away.

"Do you still have the love letter I gave you?"

Chi Qinghe was stunned, and the action of pinching the petals stopped in mid-air, with excitement flashing in his eyes.

He wanted to say that he had kept it in the drawer, but when he was about to say it, a scream from the other side of the headset suddenly brought him back to his senses.

What stupid thing is he doing again?

This is a recording of a program.

His rekindled love was once again doused, and he dropped his eyes, feigning annoyance.

"Love letters? I sent them back."

Gong Huasui's tone was stiff and he seemed unable to react.

"Sent it back? To whom?"

"The one who wrote you the love letters. You're so lazy. If you don't like them, then you don't like them, but you still make me run errands and send them back."

Chi Qinghe was concerned about Gong Huasui's status as a public figure and tried hard to make amends for him.

Gong Huasui, however, heard the hidden meaning in this sentence, and his hands trembled, "You didn't keep any of them?"

"Why would I keep it? First, I'm not a pervert, second, I don't like men, and third, I don't have a crush on you. There's no need for me to keep your love letter."

Chi Qinghe clenched his fingers, "Why are you talking about this all of a sudden? You met an old classmate, changed your mind, and want to have a relationship?"

After the words were spoken, both sides fell into silence tacitly.

Gong Huasui moved his thin lips, wanting to explain, but he didn't know how.

Qinghe's unintentional words sounded like a confession to him.

Meet old classmates... fall in love...

That's what he thought.

He clenched the phone tightly and confessed in a lightning-fast manner.

“J’ai eu un coup de fondre pour toi.“

I fell in love with you at first sight!

After saying this, Gong Huasui hung up the phone.

The movements were so fast that they left afterimages, and the process was so panicked that it seemed like a child who had done something wrong.

When the camera shifted to Gong Huasui's face, it also captured the guilt and... desperation on his face.

Everyone present had a look of confusion on their faces.

"Did you hear that foreign language clearly?"

"I couldn't hear it clearly. He spoke too fast, and it didn't seem like English."

"What language is that? Is it some minority language?"

"I'm not sure. I'll slow it down and listen to it later..."

The staff were all whispering and guessing what Gong Huasui had just said.

And a certain director who knew the whole truth and just happened to know a French confession could only shrug his shoulders.

Seeing this, agent Xu Yun quietly moved away from him.

Neuropathy.

On the other side, the sound of the fountain slowly stopped.

Three seconds later, it restarted. The sound of running water accompanied by soothing music penetrated the headphones and reached Chi Qinghe's ears.

Chi Qinghe held the phone in a daze.

What did Sui Sui say to him just now?

Fish Dover?

I wanted to call back to ask for clarification, but I was afraid of disturbing his program recording, so I thought I would talk to him later.

Then, after a while, time dragged on into the evening.

Chi Qinghe lay on the bed after taking a shower, absentmindedly scrolling through the news on his tablet.

At this time, a small box with "Gong Huasui's New Drama" popped up in the message bar.

He clicked on it for some unknown reason, the page jumped, and the hot search software was launched.

In an instant, a series of headlines with explosive symbols flooded the screen.

＃Choose who is your campus idol? ＃

#Such a handsome face plays a secret crush! Gong Hua Sui#

#Gong Hua's first film of the year starts shooting#

#Gong Huasui Capital#

#Gong Huasui airborne#

#Yongxing Media Gong Huasui#

Chi Qinghe deliberately avoided all the news about Gong Huasui and clicked on the first title.

But the entire hot search list was dominated by Gong Huasui, and this one ranked first, so how could we ignore him?

It is said that they are selecting the campus male god.

The photos shown are all of male stars in the entertainment industry who have starred in youth dramas. These are not their high school photos, but retouched stills.

Although they all look good and wear various school uniforms that make people's eyes bright, but after looking at them for a long time, they all seem the same, and the hands never stop sliding the screen.

Until Gong Huasui appeared.

Like most netizens, Chi Qinghe couldn't help but click, take screenshots, and save the video.

Gong Huasui is so outstanding, even without filters or makeup, he is so handsome!

Chi Qinghe's fingers fell and gently stroked the photo through the screen. The boy with curved eyebrows and eyes was wearing Huayang's black and white school uniform.

For a moment, he seemed to travel through time and reunite with the boy who had been thinking of him all his heart and eyes five years ago.

At that time, he clearly promised Sui Sui that they would meet at school next Monday.

But what did he do.

Break an appointment...disappear...abandon...

again and again.

At that time, Sui Sui was waiting for him in the classroom with full of expectations.

Wait for him to say "no breakup".

Wait for him to say "get back together".

Waiting for him to say that he loves you so much...

In the end, there was no news from him.

There is nothing wrong with hating him, resenting him, and being angry at him every year.

He even expected that Sui Sui would curse him and scold him harshly.

This way, you won't have time to be sad or upset, and you won't shed tears because of him anymore.

But he never thought that Suisui would leave him and choose another person.

At least the Sui Sui he knew would never...

Chi Qinghe's expression froze, and his trembling pupils imprinted the boy's bright and beautiful smile deeply into the deepest part of his heart, just like when they first met, it had never changed.

What on earth has he been doing all this time? There is no more escaping the question.

I have to find Sui Sui and ask him face to face!

Even if he dies, he must die knowingly.

It was still early, so he ran straight to Lao Chi's study, asked for a seat in the crew, and then rushed into the garage.

Chi Yu looked at the tail lights disappearing quickly in the distance, took a sip of coffee, and sighed sincerely.

"The child has grown up."

……

Chi Qinghe followed the location and got out of the car in front of a high-end apartment building.

The filming base is three provinces away from Jiangjing.

Chi Qinghe drove, flew, and took a taxi, and it took five hours to get here.

It's two o'clock in the morning.

Except for the areas illuminated by street lights, it was pitch black, and from time to time one could hear the eerie cries of wild cats in mating.

Chi Qinghe looked up and saw that only three or four households had lights on.

At this time, Sui Sui must be asleep.

Chi Qinghe lowered his head in annoyance, thinking of finding a place to sleep tonight and asking again tomorrow.

"Ah-"

I rubbed my nose and realized I was cold.

When I went out, I just put on a coat and wore a thin pajamas underneath.

Not frost-resistant at all.

There are fewer drivers at night, and the taxi app shows that it will take at least twenty minutes to get a taxi.

Chi Qinghe frowned. It had been less than five minutes since he got off the car. The driver who had just brought him here... had gotten off work?

At this time, the wind became stronger again, whistling straight into the neck.

Chi Qinghe was afraid that he would get sick again, so he quietly moved closer to the gate to block the wind.

Seeing that he was alone, the security guard opened the small window and asked, "Are you a friend of the owner of the upstairs building?"

Chi Qinghe: "I guess so."

"Which building, which floor, owner of the household?"

"Number three, 25th floor."

The people who live here are either rich or noble, so the security guard’s attitude is very good. “Then I’ll give you an accompanying ticket, and I’ll let the security personnel accompany you up later.”

Chi Qinghe refused without even thinking, "It's too late today. I'll leave when the bus arrives."

After saying that, he squatted down unconsciously because it was too cold, curled up, and tapped the screen with his fingertips, as if trying to urge the car to come faster.

The security guard opened the door of the small booth and came out. "Sir, if you feel cold, you can wait inside."

The security booth was very small and could only accommodate one person, so he came out on his own initiative.

"I……"

Just when Chi Qinghe was thinking about how to refuse the other party's kindness, his cell phone vibrated, indicating that a driver had accepted the order and would arrive in seven minutes.

"I'll be leaving in a minute, don't bother."

As he spoke, he showed the screen to the security guard.

"Then I'll wait with you."

The security guard was very young and looked like he had just graduated. Seeing that there was no one around, he followed Chi Qinghe's example and squatted down.

The security guard raised his hand and pointed to the flashing yellow light in the distance.

"The film and television base is not far from here. To prevent paparazzi, many celebrities live here, so the management is quite strict. You can't just go in casually. Please bear with me."

Chi Qinghe looked over and asked casually, "Is anyone still filming now?"

"Of course there are." The security guard grinned, revealing a row of dazzlingly white teeth. "Some actors are inexperienced and will delay the production. It's common for them to shoot until 5 or 6 in the morning."

Chi Qinghe narrowed his eyes and suddenly changed the subject, "Have we met somewhere before?"

He always felt that this person was... very familiar.

A familiarity tinged with disgust.

"Me?" The security guard pointed at his own face and said harmlessly, "Maybe it's because I have an ordinary face."

"What's your name?"

"Tian Tian."

Chi Qinghe: "Everyday?"

"It's not Tiantian, it's..." He used his fingers to gesture in the air, "Tiantian."

Chi Qinghe nodded and told him his name in response.

"Chi...Qing...He..."

Tian Tian read the words one by one, with longing flashing in his eyes.

"Your name is very nice, unlike mine, which sounds random. Your father must love you very much."

Chi Qinghe curled his fingers slightly and nodded lightly.

"Would you like to add me as a friend?"

When Tian Tian saw that the young man actually took out his mobile phone and asked him to enter his number to add a friend, he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

It's hard to describe, but he doesn't hate it.

Chi Qinghe stared at the little white mushroom avatar on his phone. "HEAVEN, Heaven, your online name is quite interesting. Does it have any special meaning?"

Tian Tian: "This is the first word I learned."

"Although it's quite rare, but... nice to me you." Chi Qinghe stretched out his hand.

Tian Tian's eyes fell on the young man's hand, which looked like white porcelain, and he felt a sense of inferiority for no reason, not daring to touch it.

In the end, Chi Qinghe saw that he was reluctant to move and took the initiative to pull him, and then the two of them really got to know each other.

Feeling the coolness on his palm, Tian Tian stuttered in reply.

“Nice to meet you, too.”

Just as he finished speaking, the headlights of a black car shone on the two of them and drove over. Chi Qinghe thought that the car he had called had arrived and stood up.

The car stopped in front of him.

After waving goodbye to Thomas Tian, ​​he went to open the car door.

Tried to break it twice.

Not opened.

He knocked on the car window and said, "Master, unlock it."

"Click——"

After getting into the car, Chi Qinghe immediately rolled down the window and waved to Tian Tian who had returned to the security booth, "See you later."

As he said this, the shadow of the tree fell on his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

"See you later."

Thomas Tian still had that bright and innocent smile he had at the beginning, and he didn't put his hand down until the car finally disappeared from his sight.

Chi Qinghe rolled up the car window and tapped the screen with his finger. The phone suddenly flashed and he saw the words "Inclusion successful" on it. His expression looked better.

The air was filled with the rich scent of lemon leaves and lavender, a scent he had blended countless times.

I sent a red envelope to the driver, canceled the order, then leaned back, leaned on the backrest, looked at the silhouettes of the landscape trees passing by outside the window, and closed my eyes with peace of mind.