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Knowing that this is an instinctive reaction to drowning, Zhong Xingran still felt his throat tighten.

This feeling of being relied on as a life-saving straw is really not bad.

"It's me." He replied in a low voice, noticing that the camera was facing them, he wanted to untie Wen Jinian's hands around his neck.

Wen Ji Nian reflexively circled him even tighter. His eyes couldn't be opened, and his ears were flooded. All his senses were focused on the limbs that were in contact with this person.

In addition to the sound of waves beating against his body, there was his heart beating so crazy that he couldn't help himself - when he thought that he was on the surface of the boundless sea, he felt a kind of deep-sea phobia spontaneously.

Before boarding the boat, Wen Jinian didn't know that he would react so badly, and only now began to regret it.

Zhong Xingran tugged at his hand, seeing that his grip was getting tighter, he simply gave up.

He let out a breath, wrapped Wen Jinian's waist with one hand, and said to him, "Hold tight."

Wen Jinian hugged him tightly, and Zhong Xingran paddled with difficulty with the other hand, swimming towards the kayak that was gradually drifting away.

Even if the underwater resistance is high, Zhong Xingran can still feel that the person in his hands is very light, and his waist is as thin as imagined, and one arm can easily wrap it around.

He shook the water droplets from his hair, and by the way, these messy thoughts were thrown out of his mind.

When they got near the kayak, Lin Fengran, who had climbed up first, stretched out his hand to pull them. Zhong Xingran supported them under the water, and sent Wen Jinian up first.

There was a lot of noise around, and Mu Xuru's small horn was also covered up.

It wasn't until Wen Jinian sat on the kayak that he rubbed his eyelids with his hands and opened his eyes with difficulty.

The sea water was fishy and astringent, soaking his eyes very uncomfortable.

When Xu Ping came up, the kayak tilted to the left.

He lost his center of gravity again and nearly fell again.

Zhong Xingran turned his head and grabbed his arm in time.

"If you can't sit still, grab me." He glanced at Wen Ji Nian's face and said.

He is from a men's group. Although he is the lead singer, he also needs to practice dancing.People who learn to dance have a good sense of balance, so they are always stable when sitting on the boat.

Wen Jinian felt a little embarrassed, nodded and said, "Thank you."

The four of them regrouped and started rowing back.

Another group has already got the flag and is pursuing them fiercely.

Xu Ping said later: "We have to speed up, otherwise we will be overtaken."

They all showed their strength, put their heads down and rowed forward recklessly, and finally returned to the starting point one step ahead.

Mu Xuru blew his whistle, "Congratulations to the first team for winning!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and gave each other a high five.

Zhong Xingran and them all high-fived, but Xu Ping passed by.But the scene was chaotic, and no one noticed it.

They exhausted too much energy in the morning, and each ate more than the other for lunch.Bai Hua, who was still on a diet two days ago, was already so hungry that she would eat food as soon as she grabbed it.

When they had a meal, the hot searches exploded.

Hot one: #闻纪年HTH流水#

Hot [-]: #中星烧湿身身护闻纪年#

Hot Six: #火年许林队#

@圈内小主: During HTH’s live broadcast today, Wen Ji Nian accidentally fell into the water, and Zhong Xing Ran was the first to rescue him. #热年# was not a business, is it true?

At lunchtime, the live broadcast was paused for two hours.

Li Mingming huddled on the beach chair and watched the video, just in time to catch the young master in the circle explaining the live broadcast in the morning.

Wearing sunglasses, Zhong Xingran walked over with a coconut in his hand, sat down beside him and said, "Go over there."

Li Mingming quickly moved the position for him, and turned down the phone screen by the way.

Zhong Xingran didn't notice what he was looking at at first, but when he saw his movements, he asked suspiciously: "What are you hiding, let me see."

"No, nothing." Li Mingming hurriedly hid the phone behind his back.

Zhong Xingran is a disobedient master, the more he is like this, the more he wants to watch.

He stretched out his hand: "Here, you want to be beaten, don't you?"

Li Mingming had no choice but to hand over the phone tremblingly, and kept persuading him, "Ran Ran, don't be angry, those comments are intentional by sunspots, they suddenly became popular after watching our show, and they felt unbalanced."

This kind of marketing account is paid for doing things, and it may be scolding a celebrity one second, and become brainless bragging the next second.For them, the more noisy they are, the more traffic they have, so basically they will not delete those inciting comments.

Zhong Xingran took off his sunglasses, and as soon as he opened it, he saw the first few hot reviews.

[Aren’t they originally in the business of CP? Last year they ate the bonus of the reality show, and now they deliberately attract fans with wheat bran. ]

[I don't know what to talk about, his cpf is crazy. ]

[Yes, zxr’s house collapsed, and his girlfriend’s name is Xing Xing. ]

He mocked: "That's all? What's so interesting about it."

"Ranran, are you really not angry?" Li Mingming turned from surprise to relief, "God, we have grown up, and now we will not be poked in the lungs by such comments."

He vaguely remembered that the last time he saw this kind of comment about him and Wen Ji's annual leave, he immediately wanted to find someone to blow up that marketing account and take over the other company's company.

"Why should I be angry?" Zhong Xingran sneered.

He swiped down twice and saw a hot comment with over [-] likes.

[wjn's fans really made me laugh out loud, and they are still bragging that he can go to Qing University, just his face that is so fucking unrecognizable, he dare not even admit to plastic surgery, you still expect his college entrance examination scores to be real ? ]

Zhong Xingran's heart suddenly became irritable.

He clicked on the reply below, and as expected, he was stunned.

[are you crazy?He was spotted by scouts in his third year of high school, and made his debut in his freshman year. Where would he find time for plastic surgery? ]

[It seems that Tiantian is really popular, and Heizi has already started to spout without thinking. ]

[Our chronological year is a pure and natural 360-degree face without dead ends. Let's find out about last year's new film stars, and let's find out about the first place in the culture score of Communication University [stick out tongue]. ]

That person refused to let go: [Don't wash the maids, how can a normal person look like that?And I remember, didn't he get the best actor because he was slept by ZTR executives? ]

By the time Zhong Xingran reacted, he had already typed a few lines: [You are paralyzed, I have traveled with him and I didn’t find that he was wrong. Of course, normal people don’t look like him, but they can’t. I won't look like a pig like you, open the mirror and look at you.There is a way to come to ZTR to testify in person, which high-level executive slept with him, if you can’t tell, just wait for the defendant, and, open the private message, I will spray until you log out...]

"Ran Ran, what are you doing, this is the job number!" Li Mingming looked at him nervously.

It was only then that Zhong Xingran came back to his senses and realized what he had said.

……

It's no wonder that this kind of sending out is not regarded as a neuropathy.

He deleted it with one click, and replied in three words: [Stupid, get out. ]

Then he stomped on that comment by the way, and threw the phone back to Li Mingming gracefully.

Li Mingming looked at the item on the "Latest Comments": [Zhong Xingran Studio: You idiot, get lost. ]

Immediately, his eyes went dark, and he almost passed out on the spot.

In the afternoon recording, the four sections are still conducted separately.

The live broadcast screen can switch between panoramas and four groups of individual shots. After each period, the group with the largest traffic will be selected to shoot individual tidbits or short plays to give back to fans.

Wen Jinian and Zhong Xingran were part of the sea catching group. When the tide was low, they went to the beach with the fisherman Wu Bo.

As the sun sets, the sea level is covered with a layer of colorful tulle.

The sea breeze is much softer and more pleasant than during the day, like a hand slowly pushing the tide away.

They wore slippers and carried tools and plastic buckets.

Uncle Wu bent down and introduced them in broken Mandarin, "This kind of small bag has fragrant snails on the bottom. This kind of hole, sprinkle some salt inside, and razor clams will come out..."

In the past, Zhong Xingran would definitely take the initiative to speak, but today, for some reason, he just silently followed Uncle Wu to pick up small seafood, without saying a word.

Wen Jinian felt that he was unusually quiet, so he could only talk to Uncle Wu who was nearly fifty years old.

After picking it up for more than ten minutes, the pd began to gesture to them, signaling them to interact.

Wen Jinian picked up a golden shell and walked towards him, "Look, there are shells here."

He was unsteady walking on the beach, and the slippers on his right foot seemed to have something stuck in them, and the skin was hard inside.But he thought about interacting, so he didn't pay much attention.

Zhong Xingran glanced at the shell, said "Oh" without interest, and said casually, "This kind of shell can't be sold for much money..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Wen Ji Nian's feet along the light, and frowned immediately.

"You're bleeding, what did you step on?" He bent down to take a closer look.

Wen Ji Nian didn't expect him to bend over suddenly, took two steps back, and looked down.

The bottom of his right foot was sunk in the sand, and a little blood was overflowing from the top of the instep.

Zhang Keke ran over quickly, helped him to take off his shoes, only to find that a piece of plastic had gotten into the shoes, probably rubbed against them while walking, and scratched his instep.

The wound didn't look deep, but a lot of blood flowed out.

"My God, luckily it's not made of iron, it needs to be sterilized quickly." Zhang Keke whispered.

With his back to the camera, Wen Jinian gestured to her to silence her, "Shh, it's a small wound, it's okay, I'll deal with it when I go back."

He said this by moving the wheat away, and only he, Zhong Xingran and Zhang Keke could hear him. Zhang Keke immediately understood what he meant, let go of his hand and retreated tactfully.

Zhong Xingran watched him put on his shoes as if nothing had happened, and continued to look for goods on the beach.

Somehow, he thought of the words that blackened him.

He should have read those words, so he was so cautious.

The subconscious handling just now is to tell Zhang Keke not to make a fuss, because this kind of injury will also be taken away by Heizi, saying that he is too delicate, can't bear hardships, and there are so many things to record a show.

Is he used to being scolded, so he reacted like this in a second?

The more Zhong Xingran thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, and his subordinates picked up a bunch of seafood at a faster speed.

The fisherman master boasted: "The young man is very fast, and he can find it accurately."

Wen Ji Nian looked at him full of doubts when he piled up a whole bucket, then threw the clips on the ground, and said to the follow-up PD: "I'm done picking it up, let's go back."

The pd mouthed awkwardly, implying that it's only been a while before you finish picking them up.

Zhong Xingran said impatiently: "Didn't you just pick up a bucket? I'm hungry and want to go back to eat."

The bullet screen brushed:

[My son!Don't speak so bluntly, live broadcast, you will be sprayed! 】

[It's over, it's over, Xia Ren has fallen ill again, I'm sorry passers-by, and Ben Xingxing first apologizes to you.His temper is like this, but his heart is very pure. 】

[Is this the crown prince Xingyao? I've learned a lot, so I won't record it if I don't. 】

[The one in front should be the prince of ZTR, he has an awesome background. 】

Li Mingming hurriedly explained: "It's not that we won't record, everyone, we have completed the task now, we are going to sell this box of seafood, and then we have to go to the director to register the score."

Only then did pd relax a little bit, acting as a voice-over and saying: "Then let's go back to the village first, after we sell all these, we will go to the village chief's house to find Director Xu."

On the way back, because there were more people, the photographer followed a little further than before.

Zhong Xingran tore off the microphone casually, the action was very rude, as if he had worn enough of this thing long ago.

Wen Ji Nian only felt the pain in the back of his feet at this time, and his walking pace was a bit staggering, trying his best to keep up with the speed of the large army.

Zhong Xingran glanced at him, and stretched out his arms as if nothing had happened, with his palm facing the ground, and his forearm propped in mid-air.

"Do you want to support it?" He looked ahead and said bluntly.

Wen Jinian wanted to decline, but when he looked up and saw that his arms were tensely stretched while he looked up, he couldn't help but feel amused, so he put his hands on them.

"Thanks." He took off the mic and thanked him in a low voice.

With the support of external forces, he finally walked a little faster than before.

The air is still, and the sound of seagulls and waves lapping on rocks can be heard in the distance.

Wen Ji Nian's attention was all attracted by the forearm under the palm of his hand. It was not obvious on the surface, but in fact, this person's muscles were quite strong, and he did not seem to be lax in exercise at ordinary times.

He was thinking about how to build up some muscles like this by exercising, when he suddenly heard Zhong Xingran say, "How did you and my brother meet?"