I'm in a sports variety show with my nemesis HE

Gao Xingcheng didn't wear much, and when he entered the balcony, he trembled even more. He could only hold the phone tightly, gritted his teeth to resist the trembling, and dialed Anping's number.

"Hey, Brother Xing, you actually took the initiative to call me!" Anping was still in a meeting at work, and when he saw that it was Gao Xingcheng's call, he immediately picked it up. In the eyes of the employees, the serious and fierce boss suddenly became docile Adorable and well-behaved baby.

"Hey, Anping," Gao Xingcheng could only open his lips slightly, "Hurry up and find someone to help me look up Song Mingyuan's information, the more detailed the better."

"No problem!" Anping immediately agreed, and then began to ask the reason, "Why are you checking Song Mingyuan's background? Did he provoke you? He doesn't look like him..."

After chatting with Anping, Gao Xingcheng felt that the tension and excitement in his heart had faded a little bit: "You can check for me first, where did he live, what are the names of his parents, what do they do, these few items Just help me figure it out.”

Anping waved his hand to signal the end of the staff meeting, got up and went back to the office, and asked, "Brother Xing, you don't think he is your bamboo horse?"

Anping has known Gao Xingcheng since the first grade of elementary school, and they have been together for fifteen or sixteen years. Gao Xingcheng is handsome, good at studying, and receiving love letters is a common occurrence, but no matter how good the other party is, Gao Xingcheng is not moved.

It wasn't until Anping went to play at his house when he was in the second year of high school that Gao's mother said that Gao Xingcheng was engaged and could not fall in love casually.

Gao Xingcheng has always had his own ideas, so Anping always thought that he didn't take the marriage contract to heart, and that he was indifferent and alienated because he didn't meet the right one, but he didn't expect that all of this would change after he met Song Mingyuan.

Gao Xingcheng never cared who he bullied, but suddenly made a noise in the gym that day; Gao Xingcheng seldom smiled, but smiled at Song Mingyuan at the press conference; Called to inquire about the situation...

"Are you..." Anping didn't quite believe his own judgment, "Do you like Song Mingyuan a little bit?"

Gao Xingcheng leaned against the wall of the balcony, watching the light in the residential building in the distance.

The day he left Xiaoqian was around this time. A lot of things happened that day, and many of his memories have been blurred. He only remembered that when he left, he looked back desperately, and finally he didn't wait for Xiaoqian to say goodbye to him.

Tears did not know when they had been left. The long-lost tears ran down his cheeks, slid across his neck, and flowed quietly towards his heart.

Gao Xingcheng sighed softly, stood up straighter, and tried his best to control his emotions: "Anyway, you should check for me first."

Anping knew that Gao Xingcheng had always been cautious. Before there was a definite result, he probably wouldn't make any moves. He didn't say anything more, and quickly contacted his friends who had worked in the "I want to form a group" program group to see if he could get Song Mingyuan's information. .

When Song Mingyuan came out of the bathroom, Gao Xingcheng was not in the room. He breathed a sigh of relief. If he had known that two guests would live in one room today, he should have gotten in the car and sat with Bianbian, and we would become roommates with him when the time came. , I won't be so nervous and embarrassed now.

He folded the changed clothes into the suitcase and hung the plastic ring around his neck.

When Gao Xingcheng returned to the room, Song Mingyuan was hanging the strange ring generously, sitting by the bed and looking at his mobile phone. When he saw the other party coming back, he paused, and then flipped through Weibo as if nothing had happened.

Seeing the other party's silence for a long time, he still couldn't help raising his head, just in time to see Gao Xingcheng's slightly red eyes.

Song Mingyuan hesitated for a moment, but still chose to pretend to ignore it. He swiped his fingers so fast on the phone that he didn't see anything at all.

Now that Gao Xingcheng asked Anping to help with the investigation, he didn't want to ask more questions now, but his eyes couldn't leave Song Mingyuan anymore.The other party held the phone high, wishing to cover his face, like a little milk dog who made a mistake and only dared to peek at his master out of the corner of his eye.

"Aren't you tired?" Gao Xingcheng asked.

"Huh?" Song Mingyuan didn't understand the meaning of the other party, but he felt that this sentence was a good step. He hugged his mobile phone and fell on the bed, "I'm tired, I'm going to sleep now."

Gao Xingcheng shook his head helplessly. What he actually wanted to ask was whether Song Mingyuan was tired from holding his phone so high. He didn't expect the other party to take a rest immediately. It was just 08:30.

"Okay!" Gao Xingcheng didn't expose him, "Then I turned off the light?"

Song Mingyuan nodded, and stuffed the phone under the pillow.

He usually doesn't go to bed until after eleven o'clock in the evening. Now there are more than two hours before eleven o'clock. He actually can't fall asleep, but not sleeping means that he will continue to stare at Gao Xingcheng, So weighing the pros and cons, he might as well just lie in the dark.

Gao Xingcheng happily turned off the light, and sat back on his bed.

The room was very dark, with only the sparse moonlight pouring into the curtains. Song Mingyuan lay on his back and put on the clothes. Under the cover of darkness, he looked at Gao Xingcheng.

He couldn't see the other person's expression and eyes clearly, he could only see the general outline, just like Gao Xingcheng couldn't see him clearly, the two just looked at each other silently in the room, each had their own concerns, and neither of them spoke again .

Song Mingyuan didn't know how long he looked at each other like this, but he finally fell asleep.

And Gao Xingcheng stayed up almost all night, lying on the bed and looking at Song Mingyuan, and got up in the middle of the night to cover him with a quilt twice.

When Song Mingyuan woke up, Gao Xingcheng was no longer in the room.He slept well that night. Yesterday's negative emotions were digested a lot in his sleep. Song Mingyuan hurriedly packed up and went downstairs to have breakfast.

Many fans guarded the entrance of the hotel when they heard the news that they were recording here. In order to reduce exposure, today's recording location was moved to the indoor gymnasium.

The school’s gymnasium is far smaller than their previous recording location. There are only two floors here. The first floor is an indoor basketball court and badminton court, as well as the auditorium for daily performances. The second floor is very small. Railings, there are two equipment rooms and equipment rooms.

Song Mingyuan looked at the layout and knew that this time it was his strong point again.

The program team set up two wooden boards full of balloons in the middle of the field, and placed a long table about five meters away, with two boxes of stones and two slingshots on the long table.

Sun Yuran also slept well yesterday, and looks refreshed today, and his appearance is no worse than that of the guests: "Everyone should be able to see what the competition is about, right? We are two teams, each with ten stones, Shoot the balloons on the wooden board with a slingshot, and the team with the fewest remaining balloons wins."

Although Song Mingyuan has never played slingshot, he is proficient in archery. In this project, he still has an advantage, and his teammate Margin, who also played this game when he was young, exploded seven balloons at the beginning, serving as the leader for the red team. Off to a good start.

The first one sent by the blue team was Gao Xingcheng. Because of staying up late, even though he put on makeup early, the dark circles on his face were still not completely covered. At the end of the game, only three balloons burst.

Yuan Meng and Fu Qi's results were not too good, they exploded five balloons and four balloons respectively. As the seed player of the blue team, Haochu successfully hit seven balloons.

Song Mingyuan is the only one who hasn't played yet, as long as he hits four balloons, he can win the game for the red team.

After last night, he also figured it out. Anyway, he has lost the leading actor in the movie directed by Qi, and the only resource he holds in his hands now is the variety show "Let's Exercise Together".

According to the ratings and influence of Polar Bear Video's previous programs, he will perform well in the next few episodes of recording, and it is very likely that he will use this variety show to improve his social status and fame. His goddamn.

Although Song Mingyuan had a deep affection for Xiaoyi, he actually didn't know Xiaoyi's real name at all, and Xiaoyi seemed to have changed his name later. Before his godmother could tell them, the two families had lost contact.

In this case, he might as well go to his godmother Liang Xue directly. With his influence, even if Xiaoyi's family doesn't pay attention to the entertainment industry, there should always be relatives and friends who can read the news, and then everything will be solved up.

Song Mingyuan, who wanted to understand these things, seemed to have become extraordinarily handsome today. He walked confidently and calmly, stood in front of the long table, curled his lips, picked up the slingshot on the table, and gently opened his eyes. Closed, the other aimed at a few balloons on the wooden board, hooked the rubber band with the slender fingers, and pressed it against the cheek backwards, with a "swish", the stone flew towards the balloon that hadn't hit the edge just now.

The sound of the balloon popping was accompanied by the exclamation of the guests and staff. Song Mingyuan lowered his eyes unmoved, and picked up a stone again.

Yuan Meng stood beside Gao Xingcheng, stared at Song Mingyuan's side face, and muttered softly: "Wow, brother Mingyuan is too handsome today!"

Gao Xingcheng rarely showed a smiling face, looking at Song Mingyuan with the same expression as Yuan Meng beside him, as if he was intoxicated by the beauty of the other party's prosperity.

Song Mingyuan's elegant and calm temperament blended with his decisiveness and confidence when using the slingshot. The sun just passed through the skylight and shone behind him. He seemed to be radiant and charming.

Gao Xingcheng took out his phone from his pocket and took several photos of him.

Song Mingyuan has already hit four stones one after another. The angles of those four balloons are very tricky, and it can be said that they are the most difficult to hit. However, in his eyes, this seems to be a very simple thing. He is not happy about it. Always smiling flatteringly, as if able to control the audience.

Gao Xingcheng seemed to be seeing Song Mingyuan's high-spirited appearance for the first time. He suddenly discovered that the other party had a lot in common with the Xiaoqian in his memory. For example, when they laughed, there was a faint dimple on the left side. Sometimes I raise my eyebrows unconsciously...

Haochu followed Gao Xingcheng's gaze, and he looked at Song Mingyuan with undisguised appreciation and love, emotions that Haochu had never dared to show.

Haochu frowned, took a step forward, and couldn't help but lower his voice to remind him: "Xingcheng, are you looking at Song Mingyuan?"

He thought that the other party was discovered by him, so he must immediately look away and deny it.

Unexpectedly, not only did Gao Xingcheng not look away, he didn't even lower his voice, as if it was a matter of course: "Yes! He is so handsome today!"

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The author has something to say:

Gao Xingcheng: My wife is so handsome!She really deserves to be my wife!

Song Mingyuan:? ? ? ?Who are you talking about?Who is your wife?

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Happy New Year, babies in the north~