I chase after the actor by lifting iron

"Yes." Si Yan'an answered very simply.

Ming Chen paused, a little surprised.

Si Yan'an didn't look back, and took a big step: "I have met many students here, everyone. Fans, passers-by, the more they treat this as a surprise, the less likely they are to say it."

He turned his head: "Can you understand?"

Ming Chen trotted to keep up, raised his face and said, "Yes."

Si Yanan looked at him, and suddenly smiled: "What can you do, just look at the road. There are steps."

Ming Chen can really do it.

Some memories are very important and precious, and he has been hiding them and never told anyone about them.

For example, being rescued by Si Yan'an when I was a child.

He can list the 880 advantages of male gods on Weibo on forums, but he can't use himself as an example, saying, "The male god is very caring, and he will turn people off when he sees a dirty child on the road." Take it to the police station" and so on.

For Si Yan'an, it was an ordinary living day many, many years ago, no different from picking up a dollar on the road, and he probably forgot about it in a few days.

Even picking up a cat or a dog may be more impressive than this.

So in theory, as long as he hides, no one else will know.

As long as it is not known by others, it will not be evaluated. No one will say how ordinary, ordinary, or insignificant this action is, and it is not worth remembering for so many years.

Only he himself remembers the temperature of the sun that day, the smell of gasoline and fried snacks on the road at that time, and the color of every pixel in his sight.I remember what Si Yanan said, and my mood at that time.

A treasure that only he himself knows about.

"Even if she says it, it won't get out, and it's okay if it gets out." Si Yan'an added, "I've met many students here for several years. The so-called good things don't go out."

Ming Chen licked his lips, which were so hot that they were peeling, and wanted to say something, but couldn't.

Walking to the open space where the disciples of Ming Wutang practiced martial arts, the surroundings were bright without any shelter, and he walked on Si Yan'an's shadow.

He was a little unhappy, and it was impossible to really shout on Weibo that Si Yan'an can write calligraphy, and you all don't understand... Just as he was thinking, his shadow stopped moving.

Si Yanan frowned and looked at him: "Why is your face so red?"

Ming Chen was surprised: "I didn't drink!"

When he drank his face, he could turn red to the point that people thought he was poisoned, and he was always asked about it, so he had developed a conditioned reflex.

Si Yanan opened his mouth, and frowned even tighter: "It must be true heatstroke."

After being told this, Ming Chen felt that he was panting quickly and his legs were a little weak.

Si Yanan walked straight to a pine tree next to him, he was stunned, and quickly followed.

"Sit down for a while." Si Yan'an issued an irresistible order, and said irritably, "Don't you know that you have sunstroke?"

Ming Chen touched his hot face, it shouldn't be.

"I was in the sun for five hours last time, and I didn't suffer from heat stroke." Ming Chen insisted, "And I was crowded in the crowd, so it was very hot. Although I couldn't hold your hand in the end, alas."

After sighing, Ming Chen suddenly realized.

Si Yan'an looked at him condescendingly, his expression was indescribable.

After a while, Si Yan'an said with certainty, "You have suffered from heat stroke."

Ming Chen: "..."

"It's either heatstroke, poisoning, or drinking fake alcohol, you choose one," Si Yan'an said.

Seeing Ming Chen's dazed and regretful expression, Si Yan'an suddenly felt like laughing.

Look left and right, there is a lotus pond right in front of Mingwu Hall.

He walked over, took off the T-shirt with one hand, soaked it in the water, wrung it half dry and brought it back.

The little guy's eye circles were red, he didn't speak, he took a temporary towel and put it on his head, like a Halloween kid.

Si Yanan noticed that there was a band-aid on his left elbow, the black one was Kumamon.

Pretty cute.

Training hurts.

"How long have you been practicing martial arts?" Si Yan'an waited for him to calm down, and asked.

"One month." Ming Chen said sullenly.

"..." Si Yanan felt that he shouldn't ask.

But thinking of the trending search that he found yesterday, he still said something extra: "Why are you here. Does it have something to do with Feiba?"

Ming Chen lifted up his hijab in surprise...and his T-shirt.

"Not entirely." Ming Chen laughed, his eyes were crooked, and the silkworms under his eyes were bulging, very bright.

"Male god, you know this... It's just that I'm unlucky. Liu Cha must be better than me. He may be cuter than me."

***

Si Yan'an turned over, and the bedside electric fan shook his head, blowing very quietly.

There is still a painting to be critiqued in the morning. He should be asleep, but he can't.

After a long while, he was so annoyed that he slapped the pillow by the side of the pillow, and the sawdust fell from the bed, shaking him awake... Finally he found the phone and unlocked it with squinted eyes.

After his eyes adjusted to the brightness for a while, he clicked on Weibo.

Seeing Ming Chen's news was also a coincidence, Tang Yuan asked him to transfer to a studio to celebrate August [-]st Army Day. The People's Liberation Army has worked so hard on Weibo. I clicked on the trending search and saw Ming Chen and an unknown person's name side by side. hanging.

He has never paid much attention to these little idols, if it wasn't for Ming Chen's bag of pear soup... no, Ming Chen's astonishing skill that night, he would have probably forgotten about it.

The hot search is not so easy, otherwise there would not be so many people who would abandon their dignity, sell novelty, and demand fame.

Mingchen's dew point hot search is a bit of a curiosity, and the side effects are quick to take effect. He is not very surprised to see fans crying and complaining that Liu Cha used scheming to steal Mingchen's variety show position.

It's just a bit of a pity for him, "Fly" is very popular, and even he didn't get it right away, so the little guy's manager probably fainted from crying.

But after thinking about it, I feel wrong.

The Weibo news broke out because the variety show had started filming, and the young fans who had heard about "Chenmei is going to fly" through the gossip did not see the idol at the recording site.

That little guy must have known it a long time ago, and he probably had time to come up the mountain when the schedule was empty, but he didn't look too sad, and he always hid in the corner and peeked at him.

As expected of a sweeping monk, he eats radish salty and doesn't worry about it.

Si Yan'an was thinking with a sullen face, flipping his fingers through the Weibo chat, watching a group of girls crying to their "daughters", "sisters", "beautiful sisters" and "kissing wives".

What the fuck.

No matter how you look at it, it's a man.

@天天喜欢: It’s the day of the dog, the willow green tea, who is being scolded all day long, Chenmei uses a pink thermos cup and it’s a sissy, so why don’t you squat to pee and look down to see if you have a few?

Si Yan'an swiped this line, trembling his hand, almost poked it on the praise, and backed out in fright.

Salty eat radish light worry.

After a while, he sat up abruptly, then clicked back, found Liu Cha's Weibo, and wanted to see what he looked like.

Mingchen said that this person was cuter than him.

Si Yan'an was quite awkward, although Ming Chen was... but that face was indeed cute.Round eyes, smiling lips, very pleasing.What does Liu Cha, who is cuter than him, look like?

Then as soon as Liu Cha's selfie came out, Si Yan'an wished he didn't have eyes.

He was so annoyed that he wanted to turn the whole bed up, and finally recited it ten times silently, calmly and gracefully... before he recovered a little.

Jumping out of bed, he touched a lighter from the bedside, and Si Yanan decided to go out and take a shower.

Why didn't this ruined temple install air conditioners this year? Was his money donated last year for nothing? ?

Ming Chen stood under the moon and took a deep breath.

[Twice again,] the system said: [The third movement, lift the leg up another ten degrees. ]

Ming Chen said very dejectedly: [I can't lift anymore. ]

[Mr. Mingchen, scientific exercise can make you...]

Mingchen emptied for a while, and kept vacating until the system repeatedly rewarded him.

[...Complete the third phase of the task, you can get a reward: hug with the male god.I wish you good health and prosperity. ]

Ming Chen knelt down with his head in his arms: "I dare not!"

Even so, Ming Chen still couldn't resist the faint expectation and the excitement brought about by this tension.This is what Adam and Eve felt when they tasted the forbidden fruit.

He stood up, made a calming gesture, raised his leg and kicked into the air, followed by a sweep and somersault.

The learning of the Martial God Reincarnation system is based on major categories. He learned basic kicks in the first half month, and now he is advanced kicks. There are still two levels in the back, and he can switch to boxing after finishing.

The second gear became obviously more difficult. He practiced alone outside every night, and it was not until today that the movements were completely smoothed out.

When Si Yanan came back from the shower, he happened to see this scene.

Very handsome movements, clean and neat, with a sharpness that doesn't match his usual impression.

When I checked Weibo before, Si Yanan saw the iced green tea advertisement made by their group. The little guy smiled sweetly, fell into the pile of tea leaves and flicked, like a good-tempered glutinous rice dumpling.

It can't be poured now, it's more like a knife for cutting dumplings than dumplings.

When someone in the middle turned over, he lifted the hem of his clothes, and Si Yanan vaguely saw a black pattern on his back.Is it a tattoo?

Si Yan'an recovered from the daze when the little guy was done. Just as he was about to say hello, Ming Chen saw him.

Si Yan'an watched helplessly as Ming Chen stepped on the pillar and jumped onto the roof like a frightened rabbit.

Another shock.

He stood in place for a full 3 minutes before poking his head out from the edge of the roof. Ming Chen asked cautiously, "Hi, actor... What a coincidence."

Si Yanan flicked on the lighter, and a blue flame shot out.

He pondered for a while, raised his eyes and asked, "Are you going crazy, or are you threatening me?"

Ming Chen: "..."

Ming Chen jumped off the edge of the roof with a flushed face.

Si Yan'an felt that he couldn't go on like this, and it was not conducive to his peace of mind, so he pressed the lighter again: "Find a place to sit, let's talk."

Ming Chen visibly tensed up, and kept looking at the lighter.

"What are you talking about? I'm 21 years old, with a net height of 1.7 meters and four. I have no bad habits, and I don't mess with men and women... I don't have a luxury car or a house, I don't know how to cook and I'm busy with work... I don't rely on my father or my mother , make money and spend by yourself..."

At this point, he finally stopped talking for three seconds: "I'm sorry I slapped my mouth."

Si Yan'an looked at him for a while, and finally laughed out loud: "Do you practice your mouth like this every day? It's okay, it's cuter than Liu Na's tea."