Zhou Shike withdrew his gaze and got into the car. When the car drove to Fu Simian, a coat came out of the car window. Zhou Shike looked calm and then the car window rose up.

At the same time, a group of fans who caught up with him vented their dissatisfaction on Fu Simian. Fu Simian didn't notice it. He bent down to the ground and was hit hard on the back of his head by a bag raised by someone.

"Are you sick?"

"Why don't you go to the riverside to pick up all the garbage?"

Fu Simien held her coat and straightened her waist, turned around and looked at the girls with her eyebrows and eyes lightly.

They were frozen by each other's indifferent eyes.

The youth's eyes fell on their school uniforms.

The voice that fell into his ears had a metallic cold texture.

“Student from the Seventh High School?”

As soon as Zhou Shike arrived home, he received a call from Song Guiyan. The other party first asked him if he had gone home. After receiving a positive answer, Song Guiyan said helplessly: "Why are you running around outside? You were photographed."

He continued, "But fortunately, they were all posted by passers-by, saying that you have also gone to watch the show, and there is no marketing account to show the rhythm. They also lament that fans are too crazy now."

Zhou Shike raised his hand and touched his face. His actions caught the aunt's attention.

The aunt screamed "Ouch" and ran over and held Zhou Shike's face and looked around. Several blood marks that I didn't know how to scratch were, and it hurt a lot.

"What are you doing?" The aunt felt very distressed and was busy looking for the medical box.

Song Guiyan heard the movement here, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay," Zhou Shike grabbed a washed pear and chewed it in his hand, "Not afraid."

His tone of coaxing a dog made Song Guiyan laugh.

"In the future, try not to be alone when you go out. Some fans are extremely behavioral and may lose their composure. I will find you a male assistant. As long as you go out, he will accompany you." Song Guiyan had already gotten off work. He was preparing for tomorrow's announcement about Zhou Shike's brand endorsement of Zhou Shixin. He took Zhou Shike out directly through the show, but he didn't expect that he would make such a fuss in advance.

Fortunately, there was no negative impact. Looking at the video on the computer screen, a group of girls in the video pulled Zhou Shikela, regardless of the impact this would have on the artist's image in public.

"Yeah, OK." Zhou Shike bit the pear and made a crackling sound. He looked up at the dazzling crystal lamp. The large crystals were bright and bright. "Teacher Song, what do you like me?"

"Are you asking fans or asking me?"

“All.”

"Fans say... it's hard to say. Some people may like your appearance, while others think you sing well, so they like it," Song Guiyan's voice is low, like high-quality fabrics with soft and comfortable texture, "but these will change. If you ask me, I like you, and I like you in every period."

He seems to be stating a fact, not saying that I like you, so it won't make people feel like they want to avoid it.

It was Song Guiyan's turn to ask questions. He had questions and had them all the time.

"Why did you like Fu Simian back then?" Song Guiyan couldn't see anything special about Fu Simian, but Song Guiyan admitted that Fu Simian's appearance was indeed quite outstanding. He has led domestic and foreign artists. Fu Simian is a rare person who has no gap with the camera, and even the photos taken do not require a photo editing, but Zhou Shike himself has these.

Why did he get so cruelly on Fu Simian?

Zhou Shike narrowed his eyes. He was in a peaceful mood at the moment, as if he was thinking about something that had been particularly long ago.

He himself is also a person who is chased by others. Compared with him, Fu Simian has no particular attraction in this regard.

"So it," Zhou Shike said, "He doesn't discriminate against others."

Zhou Shike sat up from the sofa, thought for a while, and said, "Teacher Song, you should know, what do you think about the people around me? Even if you do good deeds, you will have the intention of giving alms, being arrogant and even making a show. Yang Shangchen went to bring warmth to the cleaner at that time, and was chased and beaten. Fu Simian was different. He was kind to those people. He would bend down and forget his identity."

After listening to it, Song Guiyan asked softly: "But what do you mean?"

Zhou Shike didn't say anything, Song Guiyan continued to ask, "What evidence do you have to prove that he was not showing off to those people?"

"People can do a show for a while, but they can't do it for a lifetime." Zhou Shike thought of the people on the Internet who would always jump out and say that they were doing a show after every time an entrepreneur or artist donated.

Yang Shangchen took a broom and took a selfie on the street for three hours to show, but with real donations, Zhou Shike hoped that more and more people would like to "show" like this.

"But it is indeed for me." Zhou Shike avoided the cotton swab that his aunt poked, took it and slapped it on his face a few times, "Teacher Song doesn't need to test me."

He still has some information, so Song Guiyan did not interrupt him.

"You know what I used to be. I am like this. No matter how good the person I don't like, I will admit that he is not good. I can't let me deny the whole person because of grudges."

"I praise someone, but it doesn't mean I like him."

Zhou Shike threw the eaten core into the trash can and "hanged up." He said.

Preference means liking.

Just like when he saw Fu Simian before, he could brainwash himself into being restrained and unable to express himself.

I just don't know it in the game.

That was him at that time.

The same is true for Fu Simian now. He always feels that it can be saved and does something boring and extremely meaningless. In Zhou Shike's eyes, Fu Simian who did these things was no different from those who had pursued him before.

The next day, things still started that night.

In addition to the group of fans who were scolded and apologized, there was also a photo of Fu Smien accompanying Zhou Shike for a while and throwing her coat to Zhou Shike.

However, Fu Simian only lined up his back, which was very blurry and could not be recognized, but Zhou Shike's side face was fully exposed under the camera.

The lights came from a distance, and the two of them stood out and were eye-catching. Even in the photos taken, you could feel that the person who did not show his face was completely persistent and serious about Zhou Shike.

The feeling cannot be ignored.

Imagine put this photo on a hot search.

[Does these women want to debut? Fuck you just need to sign, but what if you just pull your mask and clothes on when you go up?]

[No mom?]

[Look at the school uniform, it's the third one...]

[No, no, no, no, no, no, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No,

[I really hate these people. Can't I pay attention to the works? I have to disturb his private life. There are so many people around him, and there are reporters. Wuwuwu, my A Ke must be scared to death.]

[If you have any problems, please dig out their names for me!]

[I am not the same as you, I want to know who this man is?]

[I don't know anything, but I want to.]

[In love?]

[Assistant, this photo is too blurry, especially this man must be running very fast, almost running out of a mosaic, but his height is OK, he is taller than A Ke.]

[Not an assistant. Look at his unfused hand, the watch on his wrist is revealed. The watch is a classic model of a certain brand of one million. Whose assistant is so generous?]

[You guys look carefully and zoom in. There is a ring on his ring finger!!!]

[Help, is this A Ke’s object?]

[No!!! My A Ke is still a child!]

[Uh, don't talk nonsense, A Ke is still in the rising period now...]

[Don't you come out to clarify? I feel that the more I talked, the more I went too far. I saw someone saying that A Ke already had two adopted children, one man and one woman, one two years old, and the other three years old...]

...

But this hot search only stayed on top for half an hour before being withdrawn, and then retreated directly to the bottom, and had to turn a few pages in a row to see.

Several slogans with rhythm were also blocked, even though many people had saved the photos.

However, because of the rapid ban, the popularity has been reduced a lot.

Song Guiyan called Zhou Shike. Zhou Shike had just woken up, "Teacher Song, you're very fast."

Song Guiyan's tone paused slightly, "I didn't surrender."

"It's not Zhou either."

The sleepiness in Zhou Shike's eyes dissipated.

Song Guiyan was in the company. He looked at the constant speculations about Zhou Shike's emotional situation on the Internet, and probably would soon follow the clues to Fu Simian.

He pressed his eyebrows, "I can't think of anyone except Fu Simian."

What does it have to do with him?

Does he have this necessary?

Many questions came to my mind. Zhou Shike didn't understand what Fu Simian meant to do these things, but all the words came to my mouth, and the last thing I said was: "Oh."

"The photos need to be processed. You can't let them pull the past through it, it will not be beneficial to you."

Zhou Shike yawned, "What do you want to deal with Teacher Song?"

Song Guiyan expressed an idea, Zhou Shike was silent for a long time, and then said, "It's OK." He didn't need to care about what Fu Simian would think.

After hanging up the phone with Zhou Shike, Song Guiyan answered the phone number of Fu.

The person who answered the phone was Zhao Xu.

"Hello, I'm Song Guiyan, I'll look for Fu Simian."

When Zhao Xu heard Song Guiyan's name, he was stunned for a moment, then connected to the inside line of Fu Simian's office and whispered: "Mr. Fu, Song Guiyan's phone number."

Fu Simian's voice rang two seconds later.
To be continued...