Mad Dog - Chapter 17

    And the boy with the “steel straight man’s heart” still didn’t understand why Zhixi was suddenly angry.

    Jiang Qi stood up a little embarrassedly, shook his head and explained: “I only saw it recently, it was my assistant before this number, I didn’t… I didn’t mean to see it and didn’t come to you .”

    .

    He thought that Zhiqi was angry because of this reason, and explained the true feelings.

    Zhixi was still embarrassed, didn’t even look at him, and asked angrily, “What are you doing now?”

    Jiang Qi said without hesitation, “I just knew you were here, so I wanted to come to you.”

    …

    Like the time they met six years ago.

    There are many things to ask—

    ‘How about it? When did it come out? ’

    ‘Why did you enter the entertainment industry? How are you doing now? ’

    ‘In the past few years… have you thought about me? ’

     But after thinking about it for a long time, I suddenly felt that I couldn’t ask anything.

    After a while, Zhiqi just sighed lowly, then she turned around and put on the mask that Jiang Qi was familiar with, with a soft voice: “Your phone keeps ringing. ,Let’s go back.”

    It was very quiet in the garden, in fact, just now she could hear the constant ‘buzzing’ of the mobile phone in the boy’s clothes pocket.

    This vibration just reminded Zhiqi of the fact that Jiang Qi is no longer what she used to be, she is alone.

    The teenager is no longer that, the beauty that only she can enjoy.

    Although there are still many people who hate him and attack him, but unlike before, many people care about him and like him.

    Just like now, in the few minutes that Jiang Qi and her were together, the phone would keep ringing.

    Zhixi knew that she had ‘exclusive desire’, but even so, it did not delay her being happy for Jiang Qi.

    I’m just happy, but I can’t help but feel a little disappointed.

    Jiang Qi frowned angrily, thinking that he would be so stupid that he forgot to turn off his cell phone.

    It’s just that he was so focused on Zhiqi’s every move that he didn’t notice that the phone was ringing. Just want to hang up.

    “Don’t, don’t hang up.” Zhiqi hurriedly stopped him, her voice soft and serious: “What if the family is in a hurry?”

    The three most irritating moments in life are when you want to contact someone in a hurry, and his phone can’t get through.

    Jiang Qi had no choice but to pick it up.

     Qiu Mi’s voice across from him was particularly loud in the silent garden: “Brother Qi! Where are you? Can you hurry back to Director Shen?”

    Jiang Qi said coldly: “I’m not free.”

    “Uh…” Qiu Mi seemed to be frozen for a moment by him, and then said weakly: “But there is an urgent matter, Director Wang Zhaoqiu, that is Director Wang! .”

    Director Wang? Even divine guidance means nothing to Jiang Qi.

    The boy frowned impatiently, and just as he was about to say no again, he was interrupted by Zhixi’s soft voice.

    “If you are in a hurry, go back first.” Zhixi had already stood up holding the book, and smiled at him naturally: “I have to go back to do the experiment.”

    Jiang Qi pursed his lips, and he hung up the phone directly, staring at the girl without saying a word—the light-colored eyes in the hot sun were nearly transparent, burning more than light.

    After a stalemate for a while, Jiang Qicai asked in a low voice, “Don’t you want to see me?”

    “No, I’m really going to do an experiment.” Zhiqi lowered her eyes, not realizing that her fingertips were turning white, she just explained: “There is an animal cell observation experiment of.”

    Afterwards, she wondered if Jiang Qi sighed softly.

    Jiang Qichui raised his hand by his side, as if he wanted to touch her shoulder uncontrollably, but he restrained it before touching it.

    For a while, he only cautiously touched Zhiqi’s chestnut hair.

    “Okay.” The teenager smiled reluctantly: “You go.”

    His voice didn’t fluctuate, but it was inexplicably sad.

    Because she was not trying to deceive Jiang Qi in a perfunctory manner, she really had something to do, and it was true… I don’t know how to face him at this moment.

    So Zhixi didn’t see the boy’s eyes that were desperately restrained in front of her, and the moment she turned around, it was extremely dark.

    As if all the restlessness, violence, and dark side were uncontrollably vented, Jiang Qi closed his eyes.

    He really shouldn’t have come to Zhiqi suddenly today, shouldn’t have seen her like this.

    Zhi Qi is a student of Lanzhou University with a bright future. A reason for ‘doing experiments’ can make the distance between them infinitely far away – because he has not graduated from high school at all. .

    Jiang Qi couldn’t help laughing at himself, his eyes were rolling with uncontrollable sullenness, and even the thin and thin chest of the young man was heaving slightly.

    But at the same time, what Shen Lei said before really got into his mind at this moment.

    ‘She is a C9 student, can you be worthy of her? ’

    ‘Only if you make money, have enough money, and enough channels, can you re-learn to have a diploma. ’

    Study, diploma, upright, standing beside Zhiqi.

    These are things Jiang Qi wants to pursue like crazy, and for this, he is willing to give everything he can.

    After a while, Jiang Qi calmed down, and his eyes returned to their usual indifference.

    Like cold amber.

    He took out his mobile phone expressionlessly, called Qiu Mi, his voice was cold and calm, and he only said one sentence—

    “Wait, I’ll be there now.”

    There is nothing to be afraid of.

    In the final analysis, the people in the so-called Vanity Fair competition are for fame and profit, and now Jiang Qi is for money.

    When Jiang Qi drove to Shen Lei’s place, Wang Zhaoqiu unexpectedly kept waiting.

    The grumpy old director didn’t get angry or show impatience, but his eyes lit up when he saw Jiang Qi pushing the door in.

    Shen Lei is extremely sensitive to this kind of gaze, and understands that this is a mutual sympathy between directors.

    Wang Zhaoqiu is a real ‘cherishing talent’.

    “Jiang Qi.” Shen Lei smoothed the field in the middle, and simply taught the naive teenager: “Hello.”

    Jiang Qi said obediently, “Director Wang.”

    Attitude has eased a lot compared to when she was on the set before, Shen Lei was relieved but also a little surprised.

    —It seems to be useful to ask this guy to find the little girl he likes.

    “Well.” Wang Zhaoqiu pointed at the document on the desktop, but stared at Jiang Qi: “I still want to stick to my previous thoughts, you are the most suitable for my new The man who is the hero of the movie.”

    But Jiang Qi didn’t know this, he just frowned in embarrassment.

    Wang Zhaoqiu chased after the victory: “Would you like to read the book?”

    Shen Lei tugged Jiang Qi’s clothes secretly.

    The latter hesitated, but reached out and took it.

    …

    After reading, Jiang Qi put the script back on the table and shook his head.

    Wang Zhaoqiu’s expression changed immediately.

    “Jiang Qi.” Shen Lei’s expression also changed, and he was busy pulling his shoulders to turn the person around, with a cold expression between his brows: “Didn’t I tell you, think about it before making a decision? ?”

    Is it possible that this guy decided to quit the entertainment industry after meeting Zhiqi?

    “Brother Shen, I’ve made up my mind.” Jiang Qi patted off his hand holding his shoulder, looking very light: “I can’t act in this movie.”

    Then he turned around and looked at Wang Zhaoqiu, whose face was gloomy and unsightly, and explained seriously: “It’s not that your script is bad, it’s my problem.”

    Wang Zhaoqiu took a deep breath, resisted his anger and asked, “What’s your problem?”

    It stands to reason that if there is such a ‘inexperienced’ young man repeatedly refuting his face, Wang Zhaoqiu can’t help but use some tricks to make him suffer, but Looking at Jiang Qi… He finally understood what it means to love talent and what it means to ‘hate iron is not steel’.

    This is a feeling that I think I am Bole but can’t ask for a Maxima, and it is also a feeling that I want to destroy him but want to have it.

    Wang Zhaoqiu had to soften his heart and ask clearly.

     “Brother Shen may not have told you that I played “Wang Tian” because I could play it, but I have mental problems. When I was sixteen, I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder by a doctor. Anxiety, and the reason I was in jail was for indirectly killing my own father.”

    The young man said that he was open and magnanimous at this time, and even under a few stunned eyes, he smiled coldly and wantonly: “So playing such a protagonist in “Wang Tian”, I feel the same.”