When he picked up the plane, Xia Xiqing clearly felt that Zhou Ziheng's popularity was rising. His super high national popularity was already a powerful tool for struggling in the entertainment industry. Now, with the support of reality shows and CP popularity, his topicality has almost jumped to be the first of the 20th generation of male actors in the entertainment industry.

Luo Luo and a few bodyguards surrounded Zhou Ziheng, stretched out their hands to form a wall to stop the fans, and surrounded Zhou Ziheng, who was taller than them.

If it were only Zhou Ziheng, the situation would be easier to control, but Xia Xiqing from the other side of the CP was also there, and there was also a popular top of the boy group Shang Sirui. The fans' orders of magnitude doubled. Shang Sirui was a gentleman, and he kept asking the bodyguards to protect Ruan Xiao and followed him behind Ruan Xiao.

Xia Xiqing was walking behind Zhou Ziheng, but unexpectedly, a fan came up and pulled his sleeves and pulled his loose white sweater, half of his shoulders exposed. Screams were heard in his ears, which made Xia Xiqing dizzy and reached out to pull the clothes on his shoulders.

"Don't pull Xiqing's clothes!"

"Xi Qing, Xi Qing's clothes!"

"Who is pulling it out there, let it go!"

Xia Xiqing couldn't help but frown. Celebrity jobs are really not done by ordinary people. He had already gotten angry under normal circumstances, but now he can only endure them.

He couldn't see who was pulling his clothes after looking back. There were too many people. Xia Xiqing frowned and grabbed his collar, and said helplessly, "Don't be excited, the clothes will be torn."

The scene was chaotic for a while. Zhou Ziheng, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, turned around, reached out to grab the girl's wrist, "Let go."

The girl who grabbed Xia Xiqing tightly looked up, and Zhou Ziheng looked down at her expressionlessly. She was shocked by his aura and let go of her hand in a daze.

"Don't do this next time, it's very dangerous." Zhou Ziheng turned his head and adjusted his torn clothes very casually. He hugged Xia Xiqing's shoulder and took him to the slanted front of him, separating Xia Xiqing from his fans with himself.

Moving forward with difficulty, the fans became more and more excited. Several bodyguards were entangled by the fans and felt a little impatient. They reached out to push them, but were stopped by Zhou Ziheng, "Don't push them."

His tone was very stern, "It's very dangerous and easy to cause stampede." He spoke a little louder, as if he wanted to say it to everyone, "Don't squeeze, it's not that I can't see you, there will be a chance in the future. Be careful and be careful."

Xia Xiqing, who was originally very irritable, couldn't help laughing at this moment. This person really exuded the glory of a saint all the time.

For ordinary celebrities, I have scolded them hundreds of times in my heart.

He turned his head and looked at the hand with distinct joints holding his shoulder. He suddenly envied Zhou Ziheng. No, it was more jealous than envy. Because no matter what happened, he could deal with it with the brightest attitude.

A natural gentleman.

Even if he tempted and forced Zhou Ziheng again and again, he would still lend a helping hand to help him because of his moral heart and try to protect him, just like protecting anyone who needs protection, even if he is so unbearable.

Xia Xiqing hated such people, people who live like light in heaven, and their existence made them even more despicable.

The program team's car took them to the recording location of this program. Time was tight, so they could only handle dinner casually during the styling. Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing and Shang Sirui shared a large dressing room. As soon as they changed their clothes, Xiao Luo and Shang Sirui's assistant came in with food.

"Xi Qing," Xiao Luo called Xia Xiqing, "You can eat something too. This restaurant is very famous in the local area and should suit your appetite."

Xia Xiqing responded with a smile, but did not have much expectation. Whether it was everyone eating hot pot together or going to the p cafeteria alone with Zhou Ziheng for dinner, Zhou Ziheng's taste was as light as ever, and he almost never touched the chili.

But when he walked to the sofa and saw Xiao Luo unpacking the packaging one by one, he found that half of the dishes were red, spicy chicken and hairy. The other half was light dishes, which he could tell at a glance that it was Zhou Ziheng's taste.

"These are all ordered by Ziheng himself," Luo covered his mouth with his hands and whispered to Xia Xiqing as if he was making a report, "It's not me who ordered it. If you don't like it, blame Ziheng, haha."

Zhou Ziheng, who had just changed his clothes, pushed the door and walked in. Unlike the previous private server, the clothes arranged by the program team looked much simpler. A dark blue long-sleeved sweatshirt paired with light blue jeans. Strangely, this outfit is surprisingly similar to Xia Xiqing.

Xia Xiqing looked down at himself. He also had a dark blue top and light blue jeans, but the styles were slightly different.

The program team wanted to hype CP, so they wouldn't make the clothes look so similar. Xia Xiqing smiled helplessly. He could almost imagine the crazy scene of online CP fans when the behind-the-scenes were released.

"Ziheng, you are back. Oh, your clothes look like Xi Qing's." Xiao Luo grabbed the hair on the back of his head, "Is it possible that it was the couple outfit specially made by the program team?"

Zhou Ziheng's expression immediately became unnatural. He lowered his head and stretched out his long legs and kicked Xiao Luo, "What couple outfits are you... shut up."

Xia Xiqing chuckled and sat down on the sofa, "You ordered all this?"

"Who ordered it?" Zhou Ziheng also sat down, pointing at Xiao Luo with an expression that I didn't know anything, "You ordered it, you want it to be so spicy that you want it to be so spicy after ordering so many spicy things."

Luo Luo and Xia Xiqing looked at each other, and both of them almost couldn't hold back their smiles.

Zhou Ziheng grabbed his hair that was not yet styling, looking like a big boy, coughed and said awkwardly, "What, I can't eat it so spicy, you can eat it, I'll just eat it."

"That's it..." Xia Xiqing looked at him with a smile, and the ending sound changed back to the same as before, light and fluttering.

Zhou Ziheng was afraid that he would speak like this, but he was a little happy, and felt that Xia Xiqing had returned to the previous Xia Xiqing. Xia Xiqing who fell into a dream on the plane made him feel strange and distressed.

He lowered his head and said, taking a pair of chopsticks from the packaging bag and opening it, "It's a cheap price for you."

"Thank you." Xia Xiqing took away the chopsticks from his hand without any politeness, "It's all my favorite food, what a coincidence."

After hearing this, Zhou Ziheng was a little happy, but in order to maintain his poor lies, he could only remain silent and lower his head to eat the food on his side. Shang Sirui also came, humming a song. Xia Xiqing looked at him, "I'm so happy."

"How is the title song of our return this time good or not?"

The male assistant on the side shook his head helplessly, "Okay, you'll be the ejaculation maniac."

Shang Sirui was too lazy to care about it, so he walked to the sofa, "It smells so good. Oh, you two have clothes." He pulled the dark red jacket on his body and walked to Xia Xiqing to sit next to him, "Since ancient times, red and blue are CPs!" After that, he pressed his chin against Xia Xiqing's shoulder, "I want to eat it too. I want to eat spicy chicken."

"Okay." Xia Xiqing picked up a piece of chicken and sent it to Shang Sirui's mouth, "open his mouth."

This kind of intimate behavior always happens between the two of them frequently. Zhou Ziheng thought he was used to it, but he found that he couldn't get used to it.

He ate a few bites of rice silently, not even trying to lift the chopsticks. He seemed to have a lemon stuffed into his chest, and was repeatedly squeezed by an invisible pair of hands, and sour juice flowed out.

The Tongzong didn't eat much, so Zhou Ziheng got up to make a look. Shang Sirui was a little surprised, "Ziheng, you just eat this little."

"I may have to audition next week and I am managing my weight recently."

Half true and half false, not a complete lie, Zhou Ziheng comforted himself.

Shang Sirui's assistant took apart the ordered fried chicken and placed it in front of him. Shang Sirui stuffed a large piece of fried chicken nuggets in one bite, and complained vaguely, "It must be that kind of bitter movie again. When will you take a TV series? I'll set you a supporting role."

Zhou Ziheng, who started to make a styling, sat in front of the mirror and closed his eyes, "When will I act in a pet-themed drama?"

Shang Sirui could only turn grief and anger into appetite, and resisted the desire to beat Zhou Ziheng and ate fried chicken.

Before the program officially started recording, the four guests finally gathered together. Like the first episode of the program, several men in black appeared, holding black eye masks in their hands, preparing to bring them into their own initial room when the director shouted.

Only then did Xia Xiqing realize that the color of the clothes Ruan Xiao was wearing was the same as Shang Sirui, with a red denim jacket and black jeans underneath.

Could it be that this episode has a tendency to group? The sequelae left behind in the previous episode made him focus on the style arranged by the program team for everyone. Zhou Ziheng and his clothes were almost exactly the same, while Shang Sirui and Ruan Xiao's clothes were also very similar.

But it is unlikely that the program team will do so obviously, if there are really some groups.

If the screenwriter has not changed, according to the last routine, you will only know the real copy plot when you enter the secret room.

Xia Xiqing, who was indulging in thinking, looked up and saw Zhou Ziheng looking at him, with a trace of worry in his eyes. Before he could react to why Zhou Ziheng showed such an expression, his eyes were blindfolded by the man in black.

Fuck. He almost forgot about this.

In the darkness, his arms were grabbed, guiding him forward step by step, suddenly stopped and signaled him to sit down.

Xia Xiqing, who was sitting on the chair, heard the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther away. The temporary darkness inevitably made him feel physically discomfort. Fortunately, the time was short, and not long after he sat down, he heard the familiar narration of the show.

"Hello everyone, welcome to "Escape from the Sky" again. First of all, please take off your blindfold."

Can you take off your eye mask directly this time? Xia Xiqing is a little uncomfortable with it so easy.

In any case, it was so uncomfortable to wear this. Xia Xiqing took off his blindfold without hesitation. The secret room in front of him finally appeared in front of him. This time the room looked like an ordinary bedroom, dark blue wallpaper and gray bedding, as well as some game figures, which looked like a boy's bedroom.

The biggest difference from last time is that Xia Xiqing is indeed the only one in this bedroom. For some reason, he felt a little empty in his heart. Maybe he was not used to it.

"First of all, I need to explain to you the precautions for this game. Players, please note that you are trapped in different rooms. To win the final victory, you must escape from your room first, collect password clues on the outermost gate on the way, and crack the ultimate door lock. Of course, like the previous issue, there is a killer among you, who has the right to kill any of you. If the killer becomes the final winner, all players' points will be cleared. The phone in your hand can be used to vote anonymously on the killer you doubt, and the eliminated one will not be able to continue the game."

"It should be noted that each of you has a radio in your room. When you are trapped in your own room, you can also communicate with people in other rooms through the radio."

"three."

"two."

"one."

"The game begins."

Radio? Xia Xiqing stood up and walked around the camera arranged by the program team as he had used to follow his previous habits. The room was not very big, but the layout inside was full of comfort, a bed that looked pretty comfortable, and a wardrobe filled with a square carpet on the ground. There was a small table on the carpet, and the radio that the program team mentioned was on it.

The overall layout looks very lifelike, as if it is like a bedroom where people have lived. The chair he was sitting in front of the desk, with the desk next to the head of the bed, and there was a laptop computer, a few stacked books, and a table lamp with a lampshade that was not opened.

It is strange that many things in this room are placed in the placement, such as the cup placed on the desk, and there is a circle of shallow dents in the placement, as if carved on a wooden table. Xia Xiqing picked up the cup, touched the dent, and then tapped it with his fingers.

It's a hollow sound.

Not only cups, many items in this room were placed in specific circles. Xia Xiqing found it strange, but the evidence at hand cannot give a reasonable explanation.

"By the way, the radio..." Xia Xiqing, who remembered that this was recording the show, started to "talk to himself" quite deliberately. He walked to the side of the square carpet. The shadow that was cast in advance last time made him unable to help lifting the carpet. There was nothing underneath, but like the previous cup, there was a circle of dents of the same size as the carpet.

He tried to turn on the radio, and only the noise appeared. This thing was too old for him. The small radio had three knobs, one blue and two red. The red knobs were a little different, one marked with a number 0, but the other had nothing.

blue?

He remembered the clothes on Zhou Ziheng, and probably the knob was almost the same as him, so he tried to turn it for a while and found that it was still a noise. Whether it was turning from the left to the right or the reverse, there was no sound.

Xia Xi had already learned about the pervertedness of the program team early on, and it was impossible to have such an easy problem to solve. He simply put the radio there without turning it off. The noise of no big or small became the background sound for him to search for other clues.

He returned to his desk, opened one of the books, and accidentally found a bookmark falling out of it.

To be precise, it is a butterfly specimen.

Xia Xiqing picked up the butterfly sealed in the transparent specimen, stared at it carefully, and remembered her elementary school self.

In science class, the teacher asked everyone to go back, catch an insect with his parents, and take it back to the class next week to observe with the students.

He doesn't like insects with hard carapaces hiding in the soil and dead leaves, he likes butterflies with beautiful wings.

But no one wants to accompany him to catch him.

"Butterflies can fly. Do you think they can catch them so easily?"

"I don't have that free time to catch bugs with you, I want to work."
To be continued...