"I will ask Xiao Luo to pick you up at noon tomorrow. You will have no classes tomorrow?"

Zhou Ziheng opened the door of his home, changed into slippers and walked in. There was no one in the living room, but the light was on, and half a cup of coffee was placed on the coffee table.

"knew."

"Will there be a class tomorrow afternoon?" Jiang Yin was signing the document and asked casually, "If you have any, ask for leave in advance, and I have asked you to give me the class schedule, but I haven't given it."

"There is a section..." Zhou Ziheng went upstairs while thinking, and heard a sound in the bedroom. When he pushed the door, he saw that the projector was on, as if there was an art documentary on.

"Italian? Or Spanish..." Zhou Ziheng stood at the bedroom door and muttered to himself as he looked at the projector.

"You also took the Italian class?"

"Ah no," Zhou Ziheng reacted, "It's a public elective course. I'll send an email to the teacher to ask for leave later." The quilt on the bedroom bed was rolling in a large ball, and a glass of green transparent wine was placed on the bedside table.

Going asleep?

Zhou Ziheng was sitting on the bed with headphones and gently, rummaging through a large bunch of wrapped quilts to look for Xia Xiqing. It felt a bit like looking for a kitten in a ball of cotton.

"When recording a show, I didn't let you take such entertainment variety shows. This is the first time I can perform more."

Zhou Ziheng responded twice, lifted the quilt and saw Xia Xiqing's sleeping side face. He pulled off the headphones with the microphone and held them in his hand. He leaned over and kissed Xia Xiqing's ear.

"Um..." Xia Xiqing was confused and was about to speak when Zhou Ziheng covered her mouth.

"Shh..." Zhou Ziheng saw him open his eyes and made a move to silence him. Jiang Yin was still explaining some related matters of the program on the other end of the phone. Zhou Ziheng had already climbed onto the bed and hugged Xia Xiqing. After being tortured by him, Xia Xiqing also woke up completely. He had accidentally fallen asleep and was not sleeping heavily. He frowned slightly and pointed at Zhou Ziheng's headphones, and asked who it was.

Zhou Ziheng kissed his red lips that had just woken up, and also replied with a lip shape - sister-in-law.

Xia Xi counted his head and began to rub his eyes. Zhou Ziheng was disobedient and had to hold him and kiss him while calling, but he couldn't push him away. Originally, Xia Xiqing was an angry person, and he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he had lost his temper.

"I know, I will tell him." Zhou Ziheng's eyes fell on Xia Xiqing's face, "You don't need to contact me, will everyone in the crew go?" Xia Xiqing had an alcoholic smell mixed with a strong herbal fragrance, like a subtle bitterness mixed in the warm and soft sugar water, which made Zhou Ziheng just want to kiss his side neck.

Xia Xiqing was completely awake, but the wine was not awake yet. He chose to condemn Zhou Ziheng's irresponsible way of teasing her body with irresponsible fire. He reached out and poured half a cup of absinthe on the bedside into one sip.

"Oh, that's fine, anyway, fans just want to see..." Xia Xiqing leaned against the head of the bed, grabbed Zhou Ziheng's neckline and pulled him in front of him, which was compressed to a short distance.

Xia Xiqing tilted his head, rubbed Zhou Ziheng's lip line with his nose, raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows at him.

The movement was too fast, and Zhou Ziheng said the remaining half of the sentence just now.

"Xia Xiqing and I are together..."

A pun. Xia Xiqing smiled at him with a slut, then put his hands on his neck, kissed Zhou Ziheng's lips last year, licked it slowly, grinding and biting it gently, and kissed it lightly and desirely, but he just didn't go deeper.

The cold herbal fragrance gradually fermented into an ambiguous fragrance, wrapping around the two people. Zhou Ziheng's back was covered with a thin layer of hot sweat. He reached out to hold his face and was about to go deeper when Xia Xiqing avoided it.

He was talking about his birthday on the phone. Zhou Ziheng had no time to take care of the specific content, and his mind was full of people in front of him. He could only just ask for a reason to hang up the phone, and he also pulled the headphone cable and other things aside.

Without the ties, Zhou Ziheng directly pushed Xia Xiqing to the head of the bed, pressing his forehead against him, and his voice was low, "You come to call me again."

Xia Xiqing pushed away his hand and tried to avoid it after playing enough. "Who will recruit first? I have to wake me up by calling." Just as he was about to lie down and continue watching the documentary, Zhou Ziheng suddenly fell on the bed, "I'm going to recruit you."

"I'm crushed to death, why is it so heavy?" Xia Xiqing frowned. Zhou Ziheng immediately reacted, "Oh, I'm still carrying my schoolbag." He quickly took off the schoolbag and threw it aside, pressed it on Xia Xiqing's body and smiled at him. He leaned over to his side neck like a large dog and sniffed it, "What kind of wine is you drinking, why does it smell so cold?"

Xia Xiqing chuckled, "I said he was frigid at this time," he held his lips, "Isn't it appropriate?"

The twilight of autumn is as rich as oil paintings. The orange sunset soaked in the can of sugar water exchanges a warm kiss with the edge of the coming night under the deep mist.

The variety show arranged by Jiang Yin is different from "Escape" and is an old variety show with very high ratings and broadcasting for more than five years, so the audience of this show is also relatively wide. Four people were sent to the crew of "Stalking": Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing, Yang Bo and Song Nian.

Xia Xiqing was quite surprised when she saw Song Nian in the backstage. When the official blog released the materials before, Song Nian did not participate in the publicity. He thought something was wrong, but she came again at this time.

Maybe I thought too much.

The costume style is brought by the program team. In order to use self-study CP to hype the topics, the stylist directly arranged a couple outfit for Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng. Xia Xiqing wore a haze blue sweater on the upper body, and a dark gray fine plaid suit trousers underneath, with hair combed to reveal his forehead. Zhou Ziheng wore a white inner layer with gray cigarette pants and a gray-blue windbreaker on the outer body.

After several hosts of the program team finished the process, four guests came on stage together. The fans in the entire studio started screaming before they could see it clearly. Xia Xiqing looked down the stage and saw that the balloons and light cards of the self-study CP were almost more than the two of them.

mc held the microphone and smiled, "Let's welcome the creators of the "Stalking" crew with the warmest applause. Come and say hello to the audience from Yang Bo."

The four people's positions were quite subtle. Yang Bo stood on the far left, next to Xia Xiqing. The self-study CP that the audience had originally expected did not stand together directly, and there was a Song Nian in the middle. Except for a few microphones in the hands of the MC, there were only two microphones left for the guests. After Yang Bo finished speaking, the microphones were handed to Xia Xiqing. Before Xia Xiqing could open his mouth, the screams from the audience burst into overwhelming sounds.

He smiled and briefly introduced to the microphone, "Hello everyone, I am Xia Xiqing."

There was another scream. Xia Xiqing turned her head and saw Song Nian holding a microphone in her hand, so she didn't pass it over. Song Nian's screaming was obviously much smaller when she introduced herself. She smiled sweetly and finished introducing herself, handing the microphone to Zhou Ziheng who was standing on the far right.

As soon as Zhou Ziheng took the microphone, the screams drowned the studio. He held the microphone and said a few words and found that the sound did not come out. Xia Xiqing quickly reacted and leaned forward slightly to hand the microphone in his hand to Zhou Ziheng. Unexpectedly, such a small action suddenly detonated the fans who had just calmed down, and screams came one after another.

Zhou Ziheng patted his microphone and there was another sound, "Hey, can you hear it?"

A girl in the audience had a shockingly loud voice, and the entire studio could hear it clearly.

"I can't hear it! Use Mrs. Zhou's microphone!!!"

Xia Xiqing's shoulders shook, and the guests on the stage didn't hold back and smiled. Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and held back his laughter, and the atmosphere below the stage was even more lively.

“Hahahahaha…”

"Oh my god, sister Tianxiu! The self-study girl is awesome!"

Seeing that Zhou Ziheng's microphone was fine, Xia Xiqing took the microphone back and teased the self-study girl in the audience just now, "I was stunned just now and thought you had snatched his microphone."

There was another burst of hilariousness off the audience.

Zhou Ziheng, who has always been considered to lack a sense of variety shows, also joked, "My microphone is not very good, it is not as good as your voice."

The microphone was over the audience's hilariousness and jokes, and the program recording finally got on track. This variety show is basically based on indoor games, and the guests are divided into several groups to compete with each other. The main mc took a lottery box and shook it, "There are four balls in this box, two red and two blue ones. Let's draw lots to group."

Yang Bo is impatient. He touched the ball and immediately showed it to everyone, hoping to patrol the field.

"Okay, Yang Bo's hand is a red ball," the main mc shook the box in his hand again, "Let's go and suck it."

Zhou Ziheng reached in and everyone shouted, "Blue ball, blue ball, blue ball!"

When he reached out his hand again, Song Nian held the microphone and smiled, "I have a premonition that he is really a blue ball."

Yang Bo also followed suit, "I have a hunch that he is taking football."

There was a smile below. Zhou Ziheng raised the ball in his hand. It was indeed blue. Screams and cheers broke out from the audience immediately. Even the host couldn't help but smile, "Isn't it just a blue ball? Those who don't know thought Xi Qing had already drawn the blue ball."

"Hahahahaha... it's half successful!"

"Xi Qing must be blue!"

"Xi Qing Blue Ball Xi Qing Blue Ball!"

Song Nian took out a ball first. She often used variety shows and understood the routines. She took out the ball and hid it behind her.

"The last one is left for us Xiqing." The host handed the box to Xia Xiqing's hand. Xia Xiqing first glanced inside, then pulled the sleeves to cover his hand, took out the ball from inside, and hid it in his hand. Yang Bo was anxious, "You two took it out."

"Then the draw is over now," the host pulled Yang Bo and Zhou Ziheng to both sides. "If you got the red ball, stand next to our Yang Bo, and if you got the blue ball, stand next to Ziheng."

Song Nian glanced at Xia Xiqing and did not move. Instead, Xia Xiqing walked straight towards Zhou Ziheng amid a scream. Zhou Ziheng stared at him with a smile on his lips, holding the microphone and pressing his hand on his chin. Until Xia Xiqing stood beside Zhou Ziheng, the screams in the audience did not stop.

"Ahhhh my self-study is really a pair!"

"Studying is of course a pair!!!"

Xia Xiqing also gave Zhou Ziheng a brief look, thinking that everything was settled. Unexpectedly, the next second, without a microphone, he grabbed Zhou Ziheng's wrist and said to the microphone with his hand, "I'm just here to tell you," he looked at Zhou Ziheng, took out the red ball in his hand and smiled, "Give me a little."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Oh my god, Xia Xiqing is so good!"

After saying that, Xia Xiqing left Zhou Ziheng, walked to Yang Bo, and collided with him and hit his shoulders.

Song Nian also shrugged and came to Zhou Ziheng's side.

"Okay, now the team is separated, let's start the game." The staff brought a lottery turntable from the backstage, and the host explained, "There are many classic games on our program on this turntable. We will ask the guest representative to turn on the turntable and see which game will be drawn."

Several people discussed and decided to let the male lead Zhou Ziheng take a turntable. Zhou Ziheng did not refuse and stood up quite coolly and turned the turntable. The turntable took a long time to slowly stop.

"Okay, everyone, the time for everyone to pay attention has finally arrived..." The host pointed at the pointer and looked at the turntable that was gradually stopping, "The game is..."

Finally, stopping in front of the pointer was an orange note with four words on it.

"You draw, I guess!"

Zhou Ziheng immediately squatted on the ground and hugged his head.

"Hahaha, God helps me!" Yang Bo laughed and hugged Xia Xiqing hard, then pulled him to the scene to throw a kiss, and also acted as the host for an interview. "Xi Qing, do you have any winning words as the winner?"

Xia Xiqing smiled seriously, "I want to know what the punishment project is?"

The fans and audiences in the audience laughed and leaned back and forth, making Zhou Ziheng even more pitiful. The host couldn't bear to look at the result, "Or why would Ziheng do it again?" He asked to the audience in the audience, "What do you think?"

I thought that the fans in the audience would feel sorry for Zhou Ziheng and asked him to do it again, but most fans would shout.

"don't want!!"

"That's it!!"

"I'm willing to accept the loss!"

Zhou Ziheng held the microphone and smiled helplessly, "You are all fake fans."

The so-called drawing, I guess, in fact, one guest puts on his headphones and listens to the song, while the other sits on a high-speed rotating seat, observes the prompt signs that may appear at any time, and displays the content written on the prompt signs to his teammates in the form of drawings within a limited time. The more teammates guess correctly, the greater the chance of winning.

"This is probably the least suspenseless game in the history of our program." A female mc smiled.

Another mc also laughed, "Who would have thought of a painter participating in this kind of game where you draw and I guess?"

"Who could have thought that Ziheng's luck would be like this?"
To be continued...