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¡°Ding dong~ding dong~¡±
Han Jue subconsciously walked over when he heard the doorbell. After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped.
¡¾This is not my home! ¡¿
Han Jue pursed his lips, first took a deep breath to calm his violently beating heart, and calmed himself down. Then he moved slowly, lying on the sofa like a thief, turning his head and staring at the door with bright eyes.
In his plan, if someone opens the door and comes in, he will immediately pretend to be asleep.
Han Jue had previously decided that if nothing else happened, this house would be his final destination in this world.
And now, maybe an accident has happened.
The doorbell rang several times, but finally stopped.
Han Jue listened with his head propped up for a while and breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the cell phone placed on the coffee table suddenly rang.
"From Monday to Sunday, you are so fragile"
The ringtone on the phone is a female voice singing a cappella. The sound quality is not good. It is obviously recorded. The sound is very nice, but Han Jue has no intention of paying attention to this.
The voice was not loud, but it was enough to startle Han Jue.
Han Jue hurriedly fumbled around his phone for a while, turned it to silent, and prayed that no one outside the door could hear him.
Looking at the strange caller name [No. 7343] displayed on the screen.
Just when Han Jue was wondering if the caller was the person outside the door, there was a sound of keys clashing.
Han Jue¡¯s scalp felt numb!
Put the phone back on the coffee table, roll it over, flop back to the sofa, and fall into a deep sleep.
The door opened.
The visitor didn¡¯t change his shoes and walked in directly. A cheerful advertisement was playing on the TV, but the sound of leather shoes hitting the floor still reached Han Jue's ears clearly. Han Jue felt that his back was already sweating.
The visitor came to Han Jue's side, and Han Jue could even feel the blazing gaze resting on his face. This made his face itch.
The cell phone on the coffee table no longer vibrates.
There was a moment of silence between the TV commercial and the commercial.
Han Jue felt that his heartbeat was almost the loudest sound in the room.
He is not a rookie. In his previous life, he pretended to be sick, asleep, or dead when he was urged to write a manuscript. He has experienced many battles.
Don¡¯t blink your eyes frequently, don¡¯t breathe quickly, and endure the itching on your face.
It may be a long time, or it may be a while.
¡¾landlord? Or living together? It's over, let's run away. Or kill him? ¡¿
When Han Jue closed his eyes and was still thinking wildly, someone walked into the bedroom.
Then there was the sound of the cabinet opening and closing, and a few seconds later, the person came back to the sofa.
Han Jue felt something fly into his face.
¡¾What the hell! ¡¿
Han Jue suddenly shot up. Thinking he was attacked, he opened his teeth and claws and threw the thing covering his head to the ground.
There is a man standing next to the sofa. He is about thirty years old, with half-rimmed glasses and short hair. Wearing a well-fitting navy blue shirt and suit, he looked condescendingly, expressionless, and looked directly at Han Jue with cold eyes, which made Han Jue feel scared.
Han Jue didn¡¯t look at the visitor for long, but pretended to see who the visitor was before lying back on the sofa.
This attitude is normal after being disturbed from sleeping.
The visitor pointed to the thing thrown to the ground by Han Jue and said:
"Just wear these clothes, follow me, and you'll be alive."
Intuition tells Han Jue that if he rejects the man in front of him now, who seems to be hard to talk to, it will definitely, definitely lead to unnecessary conversations and eventually lead to an uncontrollable direction. The current Han Jue should not have too many contacts with acquaintances before he has figured out his previous social relationships to avoid being exposed.
You are alive. Is this something that your predecessor planned with others? It's too late to pretend to be sick, and it would seem strange to say no.
Han Jue frowned and silently picked up the clothes on the ground.
A white shirt and jeans are a no-brainer combination.
¡¾What kind of job requires this kind of dress? Pretend to be a normal person? ¡¿
With the man¡¯s gaze on her, she changed her clothes and came to the entrance. The man pointed at a pair of white sneakers and said:
"Wear these."
¡¾Even the shoes need to be specified? Be good, don't say this is my boyfriend or am I being kept? No no??Everyone.
¡¾Wait a minute, wait a minute, let me see what's going on! ¡¿
Han Jue suddenly forgot that he had always regarded himself as a street artist, so he did not check his information immediately.
Now it seems that there is a pit waiting for him ahead, a big pit.
Han Jue frowned and followed the team to the backstage of the stage and began to put on the radio equipment.
In a not bright environment, Han Jue found that several guests around him were looking at him with eagerness in their eyes? Hungry and thirsty?
¡¾Oh my god¡¿Han Jue felt that things were not simple. No wonder the cold-faced man told him not to lose control.
"Five, four, three, two, one! Come on stage." The assistant director clapped his hands, and then everyone filed in and stood on the stage.
The on-site director who was telling jokes in the hot spots outside has begun to make a transition.
"ßÚ~~"
The door in front of them opened with a click, and everyone walked out while waving to the exciting music, and walked to their seats to sit down.
Han Jue¡¯s position is in the second row closest to the audience, which is also the farthest position from the center of the stage.
The audience in the audience was very enthusiastic. Every time a guest's name was called, everyone burst into applause. Han Jue also gave him a warm welcome.
But Han Jue actually saw a kind of impatient gloating in the eyes of some of the excited audience.
It¡¯s time to officially record.
"Every unit prepares, countdown."
"three!"
"two!"
"one!"
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