please stop teasing me

Chapter 8

Lu Chuiye hissed and raised his hands high, Jiang Yu closed his eyes in fear, his eyelashes trembled slightly and raised his head slightly.

His heart felt hot, he bent his index finger and tapped lightly on his forehead: "Let's go."

Jiang Yu was startled, and blinked at him in confusion, no... Did you hit him?

Lu Chuiye pulled his arm around his shoulders, and wrapped his other arm around his waist: "Don't look at me, look at the road."

Jiang Yu nodded his head twice in a daze, feeling a vaguely creaking gear in his neck, rusty and mottled, unresponsive, and could only give one command and one action.

He blinked his eyes wanting to cry without tears, he also wanted to see the road, but he was so close to him, with his hands still on his waist, what he breathed in and out was the clean smell of his body, and the ubiquitous oppression.

As long as Lu Chuiye stood next to him, he already felt that he couldn't breathe, so how could he be distracted to look at the road.

Jiang Yu looked at his side face, the eyelashes were long and dark, the mandible was well-curved, and even the slightly rolled Adam's apple made his legs go limp.

"do I look good?"

Jiang Yu was startled by Lu Chuiye's sudden low smile, his ears turned red, and he nodded hesitantly.

Lu Chuiye was startled, and said with a smile, "Child."

Feiyin's floor is relatively high, and there are quite a lot of stairs. The two of them walked up slowly one step at a time. With the strength of his shoulders, Jiang Yu hopped halfway like a rabbit, breathing a little. Messed up.

Lu Chuiye realized again that he really lacked exercise, he couldn't run, and he couldn't climb up the stairs.

With him like this, what can he do?

Gee.

Jiang Yu suppressed his breathing and chest ups and downs as much as possible, Lu Chuiye walked very slowly, almost waiting for him to take a breath before leading him to take another step.

Because of some things, he doesn't like the entire entertainment industry, and he is the most unpopular "little fresh meat" in the entertainment industry.

Everyone in Feiyin knew that he was the least popular with Lu Chuiye. From the first time he was caught in a live broadcast, to when he told himself that it was meaningless to use this circle of fans, there was almost no interaction.

If there is, it is that casual breakfast, and the supporting scene that makes him blush and heartbeat when he thinks about it now.

Although he didn't want to see him, he still did business in the end, and didn't stop him from dubbing because of his status, although...every time, he was left with a slightly cold back.

The last time he had breakfast, and the time on the roof, Jiang Yu pursed his lips, unable to think of any way to make him change his view of himself a little.

Can you work harder?

He didn't dare to appear in front of Lu Yuye more, for fear that he would find out that he came here because of his non-yin, and also that he would annoy him by appearing in front of him all the time.

It's just that his dirty past...

"Huh? Jiang Yu, what's wrong with your feet?" Wen Xiaozi frowned as he watched him bouncing up the steps, and was startled when he caught sight of Lu Chuiye: "Holding grass, you old bastard, you can actually help children up the stairs. Why? Do good deeds every day."

Lu Chuiye glanced at him with a half-smile: "Do you have any eyesight, come and help me."

Wen Xiaozi let out a groan, and climbed upstairs with his slightly fat body, took Jiang Yu's arm and said, "Why did your foot hurt? If it's not convenient, it's okay to ask for a few days off. Look for opportunities when you miss the class. Let me make it up again, don't rush it for a while, if the foot injury falls down, it will not be cured."

Jiang Yu nodded: "Thank you, Mr. Wen, it's not a serious injury, it's okay, I have my own measure."

Lu Chuiye glanced at him coolly, why was he so calm and not panicked when talking to Fatty Wen?

In his entire studio, Jiang Yu could talk well with Lao Ding and Wen Xiaozi, so he was the only one afraid of him?

He had never received such treatment in his life that he was afraid of being taken out alone.

Every time Jiang Yu sees him like a mouse seeing a cat, he can't wait to hide in the ant nest, what a fucking dog.

Lu Chuiye sneered: "Your good student, you are good at both learning and filming, but you still insist on coming to class after being injured by a wire, why don't you give me a certificate? Useless dim sum."

Wen Xiaozi was listening to him taunting Jiang Yu with a smile on his face, but the last sentence suddenly brought disaster to the east, and immediately exploded: "You can use this to spray me, are you sick?"

Lu Chuiye glanced at him and left without saying a word.

Wen Xiaozi looked at him and then at Jiang Yu, and said for a long time: "Do you think he is sick?"

Jiang Yu pursed his lower lip, but did not dare to answer it.

The two stood in the middle of the stairs, neither going up nor down. Since Jiang Yu is here, he still has to go to class, so what's the matter going upstairs, but going downstairs...

Wen Xiaozi looked at the stairs and slandered: Lu Chuiye is an old dog coin, why did you want to take him upstairs!If you don't make it clear and throw people to me, where the hell am I going to send them!

If you don't bring students with you, don't make trouble!

Jiang Yu saw his struggle, coughed and withdrew his hand from his shoulder, turned his face slightly cold, and nodded politely: "Mr. Wen, I'll go down to get ready for class first, and you don't need to worry about me."

Wen Xiaozi looked at the steep stairs, "Shall I take you down?"

"No need." Jiang Yu shook his head, leaned on the handrail of the stairs and slowly jumped in one direction, and went downstairs bit by bit.

Standing upstairs, Wen Xiaozi looked at his tall and thin back, and remembered the first day when he came to sign up.

Jiang Yu wore a mask with sunglasses, a simple plaid scarf around his neck, and a dark coat that made him slender and tall, as if he was going to a beauty pageant.

At that time, Wen Xiaozi still thought about which kid, who is so tightly concealed and pretends to be a star?As a result, when he took off his sunglasses and mask, he was really a star.

At that time, his hair was slightly long, with a few curls scattered on his forehead, and his fan-shaped eyelids were slightly drooping. He was really beautiful.

Wen Xiaozi greeted him and motioned him to sit down.

Jiang Yu nodded and smiled at him.

Wen Xiaozi is a Ph.D. student in film studies at the Film Academy, and has a lot of friends in the circle, from the actor on the pyramid to the behind-the-scenes production, and has a wide range of friends.

He is very accurate at seeing people, and he can tell at a glance that although his smile is not sincere, it is not fake.

With a simple glance at Jiang Yu's smile and physical expression, he could tell if it was a performance.

This kid is actually not very suitable for the entertainment industry.

He is too clean, I have to make an analogy, like a lotus root, it comes out of the mud without being stained, there is a bottomless black on his body, and there is also an extreme white.

But because of this, he is the only actor who is qualified to come to Feiyin.

At this time, the studio was only a few months away from relocation, Wen Xiaozi agreed to Jiang Yulai because of his thoughts.

He placed his bet on Jiang Yu, believing that he could restore Feiyin's image, but he forgot one thing, the owner of the studio, Lu Chuiye.

Not only the last time, but from the very beginning, he didn't like people in the entertainment circle.

Over the years, voice actors have been blamed too much, even if it is him, it is inevitable that they will be dug up.

When he invited Jiang Yu in, he had to endure Lu Chuiye's uncertain ridicule for no reason, which was the only thing he ignored, and he always wanted to find an opportunity to clarify the truth with Jiang Yu.

Oh, what a crime.

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Wen Xiaozi pushed open the door of the central control room and saw that Lu Chuiye was dubbing an old foreign movie inside, and it was rare to see a little expression on his face.

He put his right hand into a fist between his chin and neck, and tightened slightly with the syllables he spoke.

The picture on the player was weird and dark. Wen Xiaozi picked up the monitor earphone and put it slightly close to his ear, "Do you believe that someone in the dark is guiding our destiny? Even time is controlled by this power. The essence of life The ultimate is actually... getting true love."

The low voice carried a slight sigh, like an invisible thread, pulling his consciousness, step by step into the dark castle, listening to an immortal man talking.

Lu Chuiye's deep voice seems to have spanned a thousand years, with mystery and illusion, laying out a heavy oil painting.

Wen Xiaozi felt emotionally: "The gap between a male god and an old Dogecoin is only a shameless Lu Chuiye."

Old A leaned on the back of the chair leisurely, took away the monitor earphones a little, and tilted his head with a smile: "You still don't trust his strength, do you want to come and watch for yourself?"

Wen Xiaozi took off his earphones and whispered, "When he came to record just now, did he look okay?"

Old A looked in and said with a smile: "Someday he doesn't have the same expression, sarcasm is also smiling, sneer is also smiling, what kind of bad face do you mean?"

Wen Xiaozi coughed lightly, and hooked his fingers at Old A: "I don't think it would be good for Jiang Yu to stay with us, or else..."

Old A groaned, turned his head to look at the dubbing room, took off his earphones to prevent Lu Chuiye from hearing, and lowered his voice, "You want to drive him away?"

Wen Xiaozi was silent for a while, and looked at the dubbing room with difficulty: "It was my own selfishness, but the last incident was always my fault. Although Lu Chuiye didn't say anything, I can't make it through myself."

Old A smiled and kicked him: "Why, you are so sentimental all of a sudden, since he doesn't blame you, then he really doesn't blame you. You don't know his temper, he is used to hooligans, and he taunts you with three or two sentences. You didn't seldom go back."

Wen Xiaozi knocked his head with a headache: "That's the problem, if he mocks me, I can go back, but the key is that the person he mocked is not me."

Old A looked at him teasingly: "Hey, who can be more important than you in the third brother's heart, and let him skip you to mock others."

Wen Xiaozi said, "Jiang Yu."

Old A: "Huh?"

Wen Xiaozi lay weakly on the sofa and looked up at the sky. Together with the vegetable buns, they spread out into two piles of unlovable cat cakes.

"He always looked at Jiang Yu with a bad face, either ridiculed or sneered, or went to the first floor eight times a day to try to persuade him to quit, people came to class, not to listen to his ridicule, who could bear this grievance in the long run. Fortunately, Jiang Yu doesn't care about his temper, so he can't take it anymore, and if he breaks the news that Lu Chuiye treats the students harshly, then we are not Yin..."

Old A was also silent, "Then what do you want to do?"

Wen Xiaozi pondered for a while: "Song Zhengfeng seems to have opened a dubbing class, how about I tell him?"