Rebirth: Throwing the Bamboo Horse

An Zhentang paused when he was about to drink water, and took the water glass a little farther away. There were a few extremely fine white powders on the spiral edge of the glass, and in just a few seconds, those powders were submerged and dissolved by the water stains on the edge of the glass. Then it disappeared, so fast that I thought it was just blurred vision.

An Zhentang brings his own water bottle to school every day, and the water in it is not boiled water, but a drink specially formulated by a nutritionist to nourish the lungs and throat, so he even drinks very little mineral water outside.

He doesn't have that kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder for placing items, and it's just a time to go to the bathroom between classes, so he can't be sure whether his water glass has been touched.

An Zhentang glanced at the few students who were scattered and scattered in the classroom. They were either playing with their phones with their heads down, or they were lying on the table with their earphones plugged in and their eyes closed.

Looking back, he covered the water glass.

With slightly lowered eyes, the white and slender fingers gently rubbed the lid of the cup for a moment, then put the water cup back into the backpack.

It's better to be overwhelmed, if not...

An Zhentang's eyes turned cold.

Because of the particularity of time-travel dramas, no matter how big the An Jia family is, it cannot be broadcast on the local TV stations in Beijing. In the end, Haishi Satellite TV got the exclusive rights to broadcast it.

Due to the good publicity in the early stage, some sailors were also found to stir up the atmosphere on Weibo.

The first time-travel drama in China was released in [-], so An's Film and Television is not the first, but unfortunately, the ratings of that drama did not hit a new high, let alone the popularity of time-travel dramas later.

An Zhentang also analyzed it with Ke Xuan.

The first drama was completely centered on the heroine, with the addition of modern elements, it can only be regarded as unique and innovative, and it's over after watching and laughing.

Although An's filming is also presented from the perspective of the heroine, it is mixed with the splendor of the court, the system of supremacy of imperial power, the majestic and inviolable emperor, the domineering and noble prince, and the scheming harem woman. The heroine has no choice but to save her life. Accidentally deal with it carefully.

And because the difference between women in the new century and those aborigines from the root of thought also led to her uniqueness, so the love between the prince and Cinderella was staged gorgeously.

A male protagonist who can only foolishly follow behind the female protagonist, except that he has the identity of a prince and is no different from a fool.

A cold and domineering male protagonist who hides tenderness under arrogance and props up a stable and pure land for the female protagonist in this bloody dynasty.

There is no comparison between the two, so An Zhentang is very optimistic about the upcoming new drama.

Ke Yu listened to his logical analysis and explanation, hugged him into his arms, picked up the already warm water cup and gave him a sip

"If you're interested in these things, why not just set up a studio first, name it under An's, and use it as a practice."

An Zhentang simply climbed onto him, and kicked away the folder Ke Xuan was looking through in his hand.

With a small amount of saliva in his mouth, he leaned close to his mouth, slowly crossed into the other's mouth, and did not forget to entangle his tongue twice before parting.

Taking a little breath, An Zhentang rubbed the tip of his nose with a smile.

"Sweet or not"

Ke Yu's Adam's apple slid twice, and her hugging arms tightened, "Where does it taste like boiled water?"

"Is there no smell..."

While talking, An Zhentang put his hand into Ke Xuan's clothes, and followed the strong muscles under his hand until he touched his chest

"But, why do I think it's so sweet, or... let's try again, huh?"

With the last upturned ending sound, the hand in the clothes gently pinched a certain part of the chest.

"Hmm..." Ke Yu stiffened violently, took a breath, and quickly grabbed the tricky little hand, breathing a little short of breath

"Tangtang, don't make trouble, sweetie, I still have a lot of work to do, and I have a meeting tomorrow, you... hiss..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was pinched twice again, which was really painful and...it was terrible.

An Zhentang buried his head between Ke Xuan's neck, knowing that he was hurt just now, so he was slowly giving him softness, but his mouth was crying fakely

"You don't love me anymore, even work is more important than me, I'm just a poor little cabbage, my father doesn't love me, and now I don't even love you, I only love work, woo woo...I'm so pitiful "

Ke Yun couldn't laugh or cry, the one who should cry, the poor one should be himself.

My lover is too young to eat, can't it be even worse...

Originally, An Zhentang's whole body was lying on his body, so when a certain place in Ke Xuan became more and more hot, and it became more and more existential, the perpetrators would naturally find out immediately.

So he stopped pretending to cry, and when he looked up, he saw a helpless and gnashing of teeth expression on Ke Xuan's face, An Zhentang laughed a few times, and twisted twice deliberately and emphatically by getting off his body .

Satisfied with the suddenly changing breathing rhythm and the muffled hum that he tried hard to suppress, he got out of bed, put on his slippers, and ran away without a trace.

Ke Yu, who was left alone still on the bed, let out a long sigh.

On the first day of the TV series broadcast, when the first episode ended, the ratings had already broken one, and all the people who participated in the filming, including the company's person in charge, couldn't help but burst into cheers.

This is not only because the hard work has received the expected return, but also laid a good foundation for the company's future.

As far as the crew is concerned, such data means that they are getting closer and closer to their dreams and fame.

An Zikang looked at the data in the newspaper, the average ratings of the first two episodes of the day reached [-], the highest was even [-], so he waved his hands in a good mood, up to the director and screenwriter, down to the crew cleaner, as long as They are employees of the company, and those who participated in the filming of the TV series will be given a big red envelope.

At the dinner table in the evening, Mr. Bai was quite in favor of An Zikang's actions, "Those in power should not be blinded by immediate interests, and know that what they take in advance must be given first."

An Zhentang on the side saw that his grandfather was about to start life education again, so he quickly interjected, "Local tyrants are so willful"

An Zikang raised his eyebrows, local tyrant?Rustic and luxurious?Doesn't that mean upstarts?

"Tangtang, my uncle suddenly wants to talk to you about life today."

An Zhentang shrinks away from Ke Xuan, "My life is going smoothly, I don't need to talk anymore"

"Why don't you need it, dear, go with uncle after dinner, don't struggle, let's have a good chat about willfulness"

Old Man Bai glanced at him calmly, "Don't struggle, go with your sister-in-law after dinner."

An Zikang "!?!" What's going on.

Seeing An Zhentang's frightened expression that I have a big backer, An Ma glared at him, signaling him to restrain himself

"You are busy with work during the day and don't have time, so I have to ask the dresser to come over to measure the size at night."

"Sister-in-law, I have quite a lot of clothes, so I don't need to tailor them."

An's mother looked at him silently, with the expression that I also listen to the orders of the superiors.

An Zikang knew he was doomed, so he had no choice but to accept his fate and compromise, "Okay...I'll measure it"

After the meal, An Zhentang barely waved his handkerchief to say goodbye to his poor uncle gloatingly.

Ke Yu pinched his cheek, "You, you'll be fine if you give uncle a slap in the face"

An Zhentang turned around and jumped on his back, "Hee hee, don't you still have you, if it's hot, you just need to block it"

Ke Yu dragged his legs, carried him upstairs, and put him in front of the desk

"Just play with you, I'm going to do something"

An Zhentang waved at him, turned on the computer and waited for it to start.

Ke Yu went downstairs again and poured a cup of hot water, put it next to his computer, and told him not to worry

"This is boiling water, please pay attention, you can drink it when it is a little colder"

"Got it, go ahead and do your work, there are so many documents piled up"

Ke Xuan opened the door slightly for him, but it didn't close tightly.

As I walked, I thought, I didn't see who caused the damage with so many files, so I was ashamed to say it.

After hearing the sound of another door opening, An Zhentang was sure that Ke Yu would not return again. An Zhentang entered a special URL, logged in to his account skillfully, saw an unsigned email, and quickly saved it to the disk. Inside, exit immediately to clean up traces.

Looking at the report, An Zhentang's face was so cold that it could drop ice shards.

Looking at the group of data in the report, the words that seemed to him like devil's claws made him feel cold all over his body.

He didn't study chemistry, and he couldn't understand most of those professional terms.

But trimethoxine, □□, I am afraid that anyone who has been to high school knows what it is.

Turn to the report at the back, which says that it stimulates the central nervous system, makes people emotionally excited, active, and has strong addictive properties.

An Zhentang wished he could throw the entire computer out, the most he expected was to be drugged, and if it was more vicious, it would be kidnapping, or filming his sexual threats and the like.

But he never expected that the reality was a hundred times more vicious than he had imagined.

If he drank that glass of water that day, in school, or even in the teacher's class, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Not to mention his father, even his grandfather might not be able to restore his reputation, and his whole life would be ruined just like that.

What's more, this thing is addictive if you touch it, even if the dose is not too large, it will not threaten life, but that is for ordinary people.

If he just died in school like this, he would probably make the headlines of social news immediately.

Even if it is covered, it is only for the outside world, how can the big families hide it, the grandpa's famous name, the career of the father and even the uncle are ruined in one fell swoop.

Not to mention that if he died, it would be a devastating blow to his family and Ke Yun.

Even if he was lucky enough to survive, he wouldn't be able to live long if he touched this thing, and the end result would still be the same.

Thinking of drinking that glass of water just a little bit, An Zhentang covered his heart and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down his emotions.

After Ke Yuan finished processing some of the urgently needed documents, he stretched his waist and stretched his muscles a little.

Glancing at the time, he got up and prepared to go downstairs to make a glass of milk for Tangtang.

Walking past An Zhentang's door, because it was not closed tightly, so he subconsciously took a look into the room.

Seeing no one at the computer desk, he took two steps closer and pushed open the door to see if he was in the room.

In the end, he saw An Zhentang clutching his heart curled up on the bed, white pills were scattered on the dark brown carpet under the bed, and even the medicine bottles rolled down in the corner.

The blood in Ke Yu's body froze instantly, and her face turned pale, "Tangtang! Don't be afraid of Tangtang, we'll call the doctor right away, no, we'll go to the hospital, right away!"

An Zhentang stretched out a hand to grab the person who was about to hug him, opened his eyes and shook his head slightly

"I'm fine, I don't need to call a doctor, I don't need to go to the hospital, I'm just a little, not feeling well, I've already taken medicine, don't worry, I'm just a little tired, I want to sleep for a while"

Seeing that he was still able to speak, although his face was pale and his voice was weak, at least he was still awake. Ke Yu calmed down a little and was not so panicked.

Pulling the quilt aside to cover him, he touched his forehead in distress

"Okay, baby, sleep for a while when you're tired, I'll be here with you, sleep, it won't be uncomfortable when you wake up"

Before falling into a complete coma, An Zhentang was still thinking, luckily he was dealing with himself and not Ke Xuan.

For the sake of his family and his lover, he doesn't mind being a hangman.