don't try to escape

In the days that followed, Lin Lin was busy studying, and so was Lin Xiao.

It's just that Lin Xi's busyness is almost masochistic, from six in the morning to twelve in the evening, forcing himself to immerse himself in books.

But in fact, there is only that sentence that is repeated in my mind.

I said, haven't you been fucked for too long, and you just fell asleep with someone?

Lin Lin thought that her nightmare was leaving home and would disappear after leaving Lin Xiao.

But he didn't expect that what awaited him was just a new nightmare, an even more endless abyss than before.

His heart hurt like being pricked by a needle, Lin Lin let out a long breath, trying to make himself feel better.

But he found that it was futile, and the tearing pain wrapped him up, and he couldn't read a word.

After closing the book, Lin Xi packed the things on his seat.

At this time, the end of the term is approaching, many people choose to review in the dormitory, and some go to the library early to occupy a seat.

Lin Lin chose an empty classroom. He wanted to review the last subject, but he only read half a page of the book for a long time.

The efficiency is not one-tenth of his in the dormitory.

In winter, the weather in Beijing becomes very bad. When you open the door, you will be greeted by a strong wind covered with sand, blowing on your face, as if trying to peel off a layer of skin.

"Lin Lin!"

The one who ran over was a senior from the TV station, who was not in the same department as him, but as a senior in the TV station, she took good care of Lin Lin.

"what happened?"

The windy and sandy weather in Beijing is not a joke, Lin Lin pushed open the door of the library again, indicating that they went inside to talk.

The senior sister was a little anxious, and said as soon as she entered the door, "Someone sent a disc to the TV station. I was on duty today. I thought it was a news sample we released before, so I watched it."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Lin already felt that something was wrong.

"It's...about you."

One sentence brought Lin Lin back to a dark memory, a dark and stinging memory.

The last time I had dinner with Fang Yu and the others, Lin Lin received a strange call.

As soon as the voice came out, he knew it was Tang Xuan, and he could even imagine his expression when he spoke, with a bit of disdain and provocation.

"It's very calm, Young Master Lin."

"I don't know you, and I have no holiday with you. If you want money, I don't have it either."

Lin Lin was far less calm than he spoke. In fact, he was very scared, and his hand holding the phone was shaking.

The surveillance in the bar could only see him taking himself into a secret space in a daze, and he had absolutely no idea what happened in that space.

It's just that he can vaguely judge from the strangeness of his body a few days after that, which is definitely not a good thing.

"It's so vulgar to talk about money."

"What exactly do you want?"

"Nothing, I just think that Young Master Lin's life is really comfortable and smooth, so I'll make some waves for you."

"You have to know that if it wasn't because you and Fang Yu were friends, I would have called the police to arrest you."

"Yes, I'm so scared."

Anger is an excellent weapon to destroy reason, Lin Lin admitted that he had the urge to kill at that moment.

"But I'm sorry, I gave you this gift just because you are Fang Yu's friend."

"You think you have slandered me, what can you get from Fang Yu?"

"I don't want anything, I just want you, Young Master Lin!"

Lin Lin hung up the phone, panting almost in embarrassment. In the game of fighting with others, he had the upper hand.

Not only because he has always disliked making enemies, but also because from the very beginning, he was caught by others, and he didn't even have the weight to negotiate.

After that, he entrusted a friend to check on Tangxuan again, but he couldn't find anything, except that he signed with a company as a trainee when he was 14 years old, and later filed a lawsuit with the company and became an independent musician himself.

Even his real name was not found, or maybe it was because Lin Lin's friends were all checked from legitimate channels, so they could only find so many.

Regarding the matter of the video, Lin Lin has always been worried. He dared not look at any place where there might be a display screen, because he was afraid of seeing his own ugly appearance.

He thought about telling Fang Yu, but in the absence of definite actual evidence, he was not sure whether Fang Yu would choose to believe and stand by him.

After that dinner, Fang Yu went abroad for training, during which they had a few phone calls, but Lin Lin didn't mention anything in order to avoid affecting Fang Yu's game.

For a while, Lin Lin thought that Tang Xuan might just be talking for fun and wouldn't really do anything, and he felt from the bottom of his heart that Fang Yu's friends should not be bad people either.

But this ridiculous idea was shattered the moment the senior sister told him, and he realized how simple he thought Tang Xuan was.

In the panic and bewilderment, Lin Lin was emotionally unstable for a long time, and finally forced himself to calm down and called Tang Xuan.

No one answered the first call, Lin Lin waited patiently for 5 minutes, then dialed the second call, after the fourth ring, "Hello?"

"It's me, Lin Lin."

There was no sound from the other side for a while, probably because he didn't expect him to call, and then he heard a low laugh from the other end, "What's the matter, Young Master Lin?"

"How much do you want?"

This is Lin Lin's calculation of Tang Xuan's motivation for doing these things in his mind countless times. He and Tang Xuan have no intersection at all. The only possible thing is that Tang Xuan needs money to make music, and then he found out from Fang Yu that he belongs to the Lin family. The eldest son, so I want to blackmail him.

"money?"

The other party seemed to be amused by Lin Lin's proposal, and even spoke with an uncontrollable laugh.

"It really is Young Master Lin, everything can be solved with money, right?"

"How much do you want?"

"1000 million, can you afford it?"

The hand holding the mobile phone was tightened at an extreme speed, and the knuckles were so hard that they turned white.

Lin Lin knew that Tang Xuan was playing with him, and this was simply not the amount he could afford.

"One hundred thousand, give me your account number."

"One hundred thousand?"

There was laughter from the other end of the phone, accompanied by the sound of various musical instruments, probably in a practice room or something.

"You know that I run several music festivals and pay more than you, Young Master Lin, who do you think I am?"

"Then how much do you want? Ten million is simply impossible."

"Impossible? Do you think if I put your video on every website, will your Lin's stock fall? Or will it fall?"

It turned out that what he really wanted was money.

Now, Lin Lin was not so flustered, as long as he had a purpose, he would definitely find a solution.

"Tuanxuan, there is a limit to playing tricks on people."

"You are wrong, Young Master Lin, the fun has just begun."

"Dududu..."

Looking at the hung up phone, Lin Lin was not annoyed at all, but checked the latest recording and clicked the play button.

"It's me, Lin Lin."

He saved the recording and sent it to the lawyer of the Lin family. By the way, he explained everything that happened to him clearly and sent it to the lawyer.

When pressing to turn off the screen, Lin Lin felt as if a big stone was slowly being pried on his chest.

Calmness is the best umbrella to protect yourself. This is the result of Lin Lin's clear-headed thinking.

He thought that Tang Xuan probably guessed correctly that he dared not make this matter a big deal, for fear of affecting the Lin family's stock.

It's a pity that he only considered the level of the police, but he didn't consider that Lin Lin had a tenacity in his bones.

He doesn't like to cause trouble, but that doesn't mean he'll be willing to be manipulated when trouble comes to him.

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