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

Chapter 23

Gao Xingcheng put his forearm under Song Mingyuan's arm, grabbed his elbow, and gently pulled his sportswear up. Sure enough, a red mark about ten centimeters was exposed. Because he didn't deal with it in time, the surrounding area became dizzy. Opened a slice.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Gao Xingcheng raised his head, his eyebrows gathered together, "What's going on? Did I just do it?"

Song Mingyuan pulled out his arm vigorously, but failed to break free, so he raised his eyes to meet Gao Xingcheng's scrutinizing gaze, and sighed slightly: "Brother, do you think you are scissorhands? Can you draw like this?"

Gao Xingcheng persisted: "Then what's going on? When did you get scratched? Why didn't you tell me about the serious injury?"

Song Mingyuan stared into Gao Xingcheng's eyes, wondering what the competitor was going to do, and wanted to reveal that he was accidentally injured?Isn't this equivalent to increasing his heat?

Slowly, he discovered the difference in Gao Xingcheng's eyes. It seemed that from the surprise at the beginning, some sympathy was slowly stained. He looked at his face for a while, and looked at his wound for a while, and his movements became softer and gentler, as if I have to lean over to help him.

"Ask you, how did you do it?" Seeing that the other party was silent, Gao Xingcheng spoke again.

"This little injury, just now..." Song Mingyuan was about to explain when the phone in his pocket rang. He looked at the phone number, put his finger on his lips, and signaled him to keep quiet and not talk.

After Song Mingyuan answered the phone, he deliberately put the microphone far away, and a loud roar came from inside: "Song Mingyuan! When are you going to participate in a sports variety show again? With your small body, is it that material?"

He looked at Gao Xingcheng with a little embarrassment, finally took back his injured arm, lowered his voice and hid to the other side: "Oh, mom, this variety show..."

Song Ma didn't let him continue, and continued: "Don't try to fool me, I've seen pictures on the Internet, how strong are the other boys! Have you been bullied? Have you been injured?"

Song Mingyuan subconsciously retracted his injured hand into his sleeve, and softened his voice: "Those on the Internet are all fake, and they are all made by people, just to stir up popularity."

"Let me tell you, they look tall and strong, but they are all like kittens," he said, sneaking a glance at the dangerous big cat beside him, and continued, "very soft and cute." ,easy-going."

"You don't lie to me there! I..." The angry female voice stopped abruptly, and was replaced by a calm man, "Son, your mother just wanted to ask you if you are tired, so please be careful."

Song Mingyuan pursed his lips and rubbed his nose. He was fine at first, but when his parents asked him, he suddenly felt a little wronged, and he paused before continuing to answer: "It's fine, you don't know me yet? I'm the little girl from "Let's Exercise" Overlord, they all treated me very well and took special care of me! The recording is also very safe, and the guests will stop to rest when they are tired."

Of course his parents know what their son is like. He has always reported good news but not bad news. After becoming an actor, he has lived a very good life and performed flawlessly. Father Song knew his stubbornness, so he couldn't bear to say any more: "Then It's fine, son, as long as you feel happy! But you must pay attention to safety, if it doesn't work, we won't be a star, there is always a way."

Song Ma also echoed over there: "That's it!"

Gao Xingcheng leaned on the handrail of the stairs, and listened to the conversation between Song Mingyuan and his parents word for word. This man is really hard-spoken and deceptive. He still comforts them by saying that he has a wound on his hand The rumors are all fake.

To be honest, before he participated in the show, he didn't know Song Mingyuan at all. He only heard that he made his debut in "I want to form a group" and signed a contract with Spark Culture, which specializes in cultivating idols. The celebrity who was designed and carefully packaged, now slowly getting in touch with him, he realizes that the other party is completely different from what he imagined.

Song Mingyuan has strong professional ability, is low-key and polite, refuses to admit defeat, works hard and forges ahead, and is still so filial and responsible, he can be called a model of positive energy idols.

This model is looking at Gao Xingcheng at the moment, wondering what his competitor is staring at the ground, thinking about it!

"Let's go, I won't be able to catch the car back to the hotel in a while!"

Gao Xingcheng held him back again, carefully avoiding his wounds, his eyes were less sharp and mysterious, and there was only concern and guilt that was about to overflow: "You haven't said how you did it..."

Song Mingyuan stared at him blankly, never expecting him to show such an expression. After a while, he replied: "Just... I was scratched by a prop next to me in the grocery store."

"Then why didn't you tell the show crew?"

"I..." Song Mingyuan originally wanted to ask what was the matter with him, but he couldn't express what he saw in his eyes at the moment. It's trash! Besides, you heard it just now, if the media reports it, my parents will have to get angry again."

Gao Xingcheng nodded, accepting his explanation. Sure enough, the reason was the same as he imagined. He would do the same thing. He never dared to publicize his injury on the set, because he was afraid that his family would feel distressed.

Gao Xingcheng raised the opponent's cuff to take another look, and then carefully covered him with the sleeve, his movements were so gentle that he didn't look like him at all: "Let's go."

The recording of the third episode of the program ended, and the guests directly checked into the designated hotel for the Anniversary of the Polar Bear. Celebrities from all walks of life were arriving one after another, and the entrances of the hotel were full of media and journalists.

The program team managed to escort them into the hotel, and they had no plans to come out again, fearing that they would be frantically filmed if they showed up.

Gao Xingcheng returned to the room and wanted to read the script quietly for a while, but the red mark on Song Mingyuan's arm kept dangling in his mind. He held the script and stared at it for 10 minutes. Did not read the words.

He stood up, rummaged through his suitcase, and finally found the fisherman's hat, sunglasses, and mask, armed himself fully, and walked out of the room.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got to the elevator, he bumped into Yaoyao. He purposely moved aside without saying hello.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Gao Xingcheng frowned awkwardly: "You know me like this?"

"With this outfit, you're almost telling others 'I'm a star'!" Yaoyao shook her head helplessly, "What do you need to call me!"

Gao Xingcheng hesitated for a long time before finally hesitantly said: "Then... go to the pharmacy and buy me some iodophors, cotton balls, gauze, band-aids and Yunnan Baiyao."

Yaoyao looked at her artist suspiciously, and soon a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she knew very well that Gao Xingcheng was not injured, but Xiaomu ran out in a hurry just now.

"Okay! Then you go back to the house, I will be back soon!"

Song Mingyuan returned to the room and immediately washed the wound with water. His wound was not deep, but he didn't stop the bleeding just now, which was a bit shocking to see.

Xiaomu has been out for almost half an hour, and he hasn't come back yet. He clearly remembers that there is a pharmacy not far from the hotel.

The knock on the door finally rang, and Song Mingyuan thought it was Xiaomu who forgot to bring the key, and opened the door directly.

When he saw the tall and strong figure at the door, his heart skipped a beat suddenly, and he stuttered and asked, "You...why are you here?"

Gao Xingcheng forcefully stuffed the medicine that Yaoyao had just bought into the opponent's hand, twisted his neck and looked at the open door beside him: "It's for you!"

Song Mingyuan took a look at the bag. He was used to confronting Gao Xingcheng. He suddenly received the concern from his competitor, and felt even more embarrassed. He said dryly, "Thank you, thank you, is there anything else?"

Gao Xingcheng's eyes quickly swept across Song Mingyuan's face, and then quickly returned to the door: "Xiaomu isn't here? Then do you need me to help you..."

"No, no, no!" Song Mingyuan waved his hands repeatedly, "He'll be right back!"

"That's fine!" Gao Xingcheng nodded, and when he hurried back to his room, Song Mingyuan hadn't had time to close the door.

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In the rehearsal on the second day, Polar Bear Video arranged very well. Basically, the performers could only see one or two shows before and after themselves, and they could rest fully in the hotel at other times.

Song Mingyuan didn't see any of his acquaintances, and got angry with Feng Xuanjie. It was obviously his own single, but he also forgot the lyrics, danced out of time, repeated it two or three times, and made new mistakes every time. In the end, the choreographer and director were speechless, and asked them to go back and get acquainted with it.

He could only practice with the other party in the room for another day. He fell asleep on the bed without eating at night. He fell asleep until eleven o'clock in the morning. After a quick lunch, he rushed to the party without stopping.

Polar Bear Video, as a leading company in the entertainment industry, is still very influential. The annual birthday party is a grand event in the entertainment industry. The program is exciting and star-studded. There are also red carpets and interviews in front of it. It is simply a distribution center for first-hand information in the circle.

Zhao Fan was naturally not absent today, and accompanied Song Mingyuan and Feng Xuanjie to the event site.

The company prepared a white suit for Feng Xuanjie. The shirt inside was also white, with a golden chain hanging from the neckline. It was well tailored, elegant and extravagant, just like a prince.

Song Mingyuan was all black from the inside to the outside. The only accessory was cuff buttons, but they were too small to be seen unless you looked carefully.

The two walked side by side on the red carpet. Feng Xuanjie was lively and cute, and kept making various expressions at the camera, while Song Mingyuan smiled silently, just like the bodyguard standing beside him.

On the left and right, the two signed their names on the background board at the back, and after posing for a few handsome poses to take pictures, they took the microphone from the host.

The media this time is not like it was at the press conference of "Let's Exercise Together". They are all carefully selected and communicated by the program team. They will ask questions around the program, and other questions are also very polite.

At least there are more than 100 media outlets below, all of whom came here to find new information. They only asked a few routine questions symbolically, and then gradually became sharper.

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The author has something to say:

Yaoyao: Brother, you are too...how could you not even enter the room?

Gao Xingcheng: Huh?It sounds like you have a lot of ideas... I have a friend who I would like to hear about.

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