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

Song Mingyuan was stuck between the man behind him and Zhang Zixuan, and there was almost no room to turn around.

Fortunately, the man behind him quickly put away the handle of the mop, and turned sideways to the two of them. The tall man in the uniform of the staff of the clubhouse said again: "Just be the same as you."

Song Mingyuan had never seen such a brazen and domineering person, and he didn't know who gave him the courage to take this unreasonable request for granted.

Just as he was about to reach out to protect Zhang Zixuan behind him, he stopped his hand and asked that strange man, "Which flavor do you want?"

Anping leaned against the vending machine with a smile on his face. Originally, he just wanted to find fault with these two people, but he didn't expect the one in front of him to actually agree: "Then be the same as you."

Zhang Zixuan looked at the man with a weird smile, without any hesitation, he immediately took out his phone to scan the code.

Song Mingyuan behind him frowned. Although he didn't know why the two of them were like this, Zhang Zixuan was brought by him and he was with him all the time. No matter how he looked at it, it was impossible to offend others.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he took Zhang Zixuan's cell phone away, pulled him back a step, and stepped forward, meeting Anping's scrutinizing eyes.

Anping reached out to pat Song Mingyuan on the shoulder, but the other party nimbly avoided him, so he could only withdraw his hand in embarrassment: "It's just a bottle of water, just treat it as a friend."

Song Mingyuan stood upright, his beautiful peach eyes unconsciously narrowed, and his voice was extremely cold: "I don't think it's necessary."

Anping deliberately widened his eyes a little more, and confronted Song Mingyuan silently.

Many people commented that their first impression of him was that he looked fierce and a little scary. Anping did not expect Song Mingyuan to look at him so calmly, without showing any timidity.

"You don't think it's necessary, but the people behind you think it's necessary?" Anping felt a little silly looking at it, and tilted his head, breaking the silence between the two first.

"That's right!" Zhang Zixuan teased Song Mingyuan. Although the other party's actions were not quite right, he was the one who laughed at him first. One more thing is worse than one less thing. What's more, the other party just asked for a bottle of water, "Give me your phone." me."

Song Mingyuan shifted his gaze from Anping's face to Zhang Zixuan's side. He didn't intend to give him the phone, but asked in a cold voice, "Do you know him?"

His low air pressure did not deter Anping, but it could scare Zhang Zixuan.

Zhang Zixuan stammered, "No, I don't know."

"Forget it." Song Mingyuan shook his head helplessly. After all, Zhang Zixuan was only 19 years old, and most of them lived in school. Of course, he would be a little scared when he met such a person. He sighed, and pulled Zhang Zixuan away, "Let's go outside buy it!"

"Hey! Song Mingyuan!" Anping was aroused by the two of them just now, and when he saw that they were about to leave, he immediately stopped him, "Are you a little meddling? Didn't you hear from your friend that he was willing?"

"You know my name?"

"Ah! Song Mingyuan!" An Ping rubbed his nose and walked up to the two of them again, "Little Star."

To be honest, Song Mingyuan didn't enjoy the feeling of being known by a stranger, especially when the other party was clearly finding fault on purpose but knew who he was.

He frowned, and glanced at Anping again. He was tall and muscular. The overalls of the clubhouse made him look like a famous fashion brand. His tough features and cropped hair added to his aura. There was some pungent breath.

This feeling, coupled with the posture he just walked over, somehow reminded Song Mingyuan of Gao Xingcheng.

"What? Friends of little stars, can't you make new friends?" Seeing that Song Mingyuan was silent, Anping provocatively said again, "Or...you are not just friends?"

Song Mingyuan hated two things the most in his life. One was when someone bullied the people around him, and the other was when someone made fun of his love life. Anping happened to take both of them today.

Song Mingyuan took a step forward, leaned in front of Anping, stared into his eyes, and quickly moved his gaze down to the badge on his left chest. His voice was not high, but very clear: " Anping?"

Anping was a little annoyed that he forgot to pick up his work card when he came to find fault, but fortunately he found no such person on the Internet, and Song Mingyuan would not find out his relationship with Gao Xingcheng, so he still held his chin up and looked down at him, with a Provocative look: "What's wrong?"

Song Mingyuan took a step back, and the corners of his mouth, which was naturally smiling, also curled up at this moment, and said in a casual gossip tone: "I think, why don't you change your name to Ping An? As an employee of the club, you come to find customers during working hours You said that I will go to the front desk to complain, can you continue to work properly?"

"Okay, let's go!" Anping's eyes flashed with cunning, and he didn't continue to pester, "You can let the company deal with me the best, but if the complaint is unsuccessful, I will definitely make troubles for you even more, you can think about it!"

Song Mingyuan was not intimidated by Anping, he just felt that the other party was a bit ridiculous, such a grown-up person would still play tricks on these children.

He looked at the other party calmly for a while, and then pulled Zhang Zixuan away. He really gained his knowledge today. This kind of high-end fitness club would hire such poor staff.

"Are we really going to complain to him?" Zhang Zixuan was a little hesitant. He was a little worried that Anping would really continue to trouble them, so he told Song Mingyuan exactly why he laughed out loud just now.

"Of course! You can't give in to this kind of person!"

Song Mingyuan dragged Zhang Zixuan to the front desk of the fitness club, put his backpack on the rest chair beside him, tried his best to suppress the temper that had just been aroused, and said to the little girl at the counter: "Hi, I want to complain."

I have to say that apart from the episode just now, the conditions and services of this fitness club are very good in all aspects. Xinghuo is probably also worried that finding a too ordinary one will spread the news of treating Song Mingyuan maliciously.

The little girl at the front desk immediately poured two glasses of water, asked the two to sit on the rest chair beside her, and said softly, "Hello, you can tell me if you have anything, and we will definitely deal with it seriously."

Song Mingyuan roughly told what happened just now, and the little girl was filled with righteous indignation, but when he mentioned the name Anping, the other party's expression changed immediately.

"This... is there some misunderstanding?"

"I don't think there is any misunderstanding." Song Mingyuan continued, "I think such an employee with a rogue image is very damaging to your company's image."

The little girl no longer agreed with him as before, but looked at the fitness hall over there vaguely.

Song Mingyuan was a little puzzled, and looked over together, only to see the person who just appeared in his mind, wearing a gray-blue windbreaker, carrying a schoolbag and sunshine, walking over.

No wonder he thought that figure from the back was so familiar just now, so he really knew him.

The world is too small.

Gao Xingcheng passed them without looking sideways, but did not leave directly. Instead, he sat on another lounge chair not far away, took out a script from his bag, and read it quietly.

Song Mingyuan has always believed in science. At this moment, he suddenly felt that his fortune today is not conducive to travel?How can this happen?

Moreover, there are only a few people here at the front desk, there is really no reason why Gao Xingcheng can't see him, and his current behavior can only be because he doesn't want to talk to him.

"Sir, sir?" The little girl at the front desk called Song Mingyuan twice before he came back to his senses, "We have already recorded the question you reported."

Song Mingyuan nodded, waiting for her to continue.

Seeing that he didn't move, the little girl seemed to be stunned for a while: "Why don't you go to work first? I'll give you feedback after the processing result is finished?"

Hearing this, Song Mingyuan frowned again. His appeal was very simple. Anping's apology was enough, and it could be resolved right now. If he said anything about going back and waiting for the result, most likely there would be no result.

"This..." Song Mingyuan subconsciously looked at Gao Xingcheng, who looked too seriously, as if he hadn't heard their conversation at all, "He's inside, I don't think there's any need to go back and wait for the result, right?"

The little girl was also a little troubled, and after thinking for a long time, she opened her mouth: "Then wait a moment, I will call and ask for instructions."

Before she reached the front desk, Anping came out. He had already changed out of his overalls and was dressed in black, making him look even more stern: "There's no need to beat me up, it can't be dealt with."

Song Mingyuan looked at the little girl, and saw that she immediately turned around, lowered her head, and stood upright: "Young Master An."

Anping ignored her, but leaned over and put his hands on the leisure table, and said condescendingly: "What did I say just now? You mentioned this door, how can I deal with you two?"

Although Song Mingyuan stared and stiffened his neck, he was actually a little scared.

He grew up in a very peaceful environment. His father was an employee of a company, his mother was an elementary school teacher, and he was surrounded by well-behaved children. He had almost never come into contact with people like Anping.

He seems to be powerful, and he looks like he is especially good at fighting. Together with Zhang Zixuan, he will not be Anping's opponent.

If... Gao Xingcheng can be added, will they still have a chance of winning?

Song Mingyuan looked at Gao Xingcheng indistinctly again, unaware that there was already a hint of asking for help in his eyes.

The other party didn't know when he put down the script, leaned on the chair and looked sideways, just meeting Song Mingyuan's eyes.

"Anping." Gao Xingcheng stood up suddenly, and shouted towards this side, "If you have something to do, I'll leave first!"

The tall man who was leaning over just now, trying to add pressure to Song Mingyuan and Zhang Zixuan, was immediately stunned, as if he hadn't expected that the person over there would open his mouth.

Anping stood up straight and raised his voice, "Let's go! Wait for me a little longer!"

Gao Xingcheng glanced at Song Mingyuan again. After a while, he grabbed the bag on the chair and threw it on his shoulder. He raised his long legs and walked out, while saying coldly, "That's fine! I'll go first!"

"Don't!" Anping looked down at the two people sitting, sighed, and ran after him, even flattering in his tone, "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Song Mingyuan felt that the blood in his whole body rushed straight into his head at this moment, and he was locked on the chair with a strong sense of anger and humiliation. After a while, he seemed to finally break free from this restraint, and chased after him without thinking.

"Gao Xingcheng!"

The two of them had just walked to the elevator room, and An Ping, who had just looked like a big brother in society, was surrounding Gao Xingcheng like a good baby, chattering about something.

Hearing Song Mingyuan's shout, Gao Xingcheng looked over.

Song Mingyuan stood four or five meters away from him, looking at him silently.

He suddenly didn't know why he wanted to stop him, and why did he stop him?Ask him why he ignores himself?Or ask him, why does his friend do this?

"Ding!" The elevator arrived.

Seeing that Song Mingyuan didn't seem to have anything to say, Gao Xingcheng nodded at him, and dragged Anping into the elevator.

It wasn't until the elevator door closed and Zhang Zixuan chased after them with their belongings that Song Mingyuan was awakened again.

"Fuck!" Song Mingyuan, who has always been polite, was gnashing his teeth in anger at this moment, with nowhere to vent his anger, "If I fucking think that Gao Xingcheng is a nice person again, I'll be a dog!"

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