Negative Textbook of Love [Quick Transmigration]

Location: Warehouse

Plot: The hero of Xiao saves the beauty, the princess sends love

"Brother Xiao..."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"I seem a little strange..."

"Jacqueline, let go."

"Cut! Teacher Song has strung together words, this sentence hasn't arrived yet! Besides, you are on the sidelines, so don't make random voiceovers, okay?"

Song Wenyao passed by holding the helmet of the prop mech, "I'm sorry, I'm used to it."

The two actors who were filming on the set separated and joked with each other.

"Princess, don't pay attention to him, he is poisonous."

"Hahahahaha."

"..."

"Ca! Okay, this scene is over! The next scene is ready... Where is Mr. Song?"

After a while, Song Wenyao's agent came over.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Song is not in good health today. He went back to the car to rest first. I'm sorry for causing trouble to everyone!"

Then quietly walked over to Zhang Liangshao and said, "Little ancestor, what have you done again?"

Zhang Liangshao: "Huh?"

"Teacher Song is sulking in the car, go and coax him."

"..."

No one knew how Zhang Liangshao coaxed him, anyway, after he got into Song Wenyao's nanny car, after a while, it was like an equivalent exchange, the man got off, and he stayed on it.

……

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[Ms. Song, I heard that you have the habit of taking home props from the set, is it true? ]

[No, I just brought that sword back when I played "Magic Sword Flame" last time. ]

[Um?why? ]

[Because I like it. ]

"Song Wenyao, why do you even bring props with you when you eat?" Zhang Liangshao sat next to him eating a boxed lunch, put carrots into his bowl, and stole half of a marinated egg along the way.

"Guess?" Song Wenyao was wearing a costume and a coat, sitting on a folding chair, leaning on the sword by his lap, pushed the carrot back, and signaled someone to eat it with stern eyes.

Then, after the young man swallowed the carrot aggrievedly, he rewarded the remaining half of the marinated egg to his mouth.

"Ahh!" Zhang Liangshao swallowed the food on his chopsticks, vaguely said, "Who knows, it's so mysterious..."

in the afternoon:

"OK! Call it a day! Everyone has worked hard!"

After Song Wenyao took off his makeup, he came to the locker room to block people, "... are you going to my house at night?"

"Forget it." Zhang Liangshao yawned, "I've announced too much recently, and I'm leaving by plane again in the early morning, so I'm afraid I'll disturb you."

"Okay." Song Wenyao didn't even want to stay, and was about to leave with the sword in his hand.

"...Wait, you want to take the props home?"

"Any questions?"

"Uh... no."

"See you then."

"……Bye-Bye."

Zhang Liangshao was still thinking about this strange thing while sitting in the car.

"What's the matter, brother Shao, are you restless?" Assistant Xiao Wang asked.

"It's nothing." Zhang Liangshao suddenly felt a little itchy on his head, as if someone was stroking the ends of his hair, "It's just that I always feel like there is an invisible person beside me who is touching me..."

"Huh? Brother Shao, you must be possessed by an evil spirit, right?"

"...No way, hahaha..." Zhang Liangshao laughed dryly.

the other side:

"Hey, Mr. Song, the sword monster in your hand is exquisite. Is it a prop from the crew?"

The driver observed through the rearview mirror that the man was casually playing with the red tassel on the hilt.

"Well, it's very important, and no one is allowed to touch it except me."

Song Wenyao raised the corners of his lips, his blue eyes were deep.

After all, this is someone's body♂.