Spear Teacher

Zhao Jin drove the two of them all the way to the Xuelian Grand Theater that the program group had booked.

On the way, Jiang Qiyu turned on the live broadcast with interest and looked at the group of Song Yan and Zhou Shun.

They had finished their trip to the aquarium and the amusement park and entered the theater one step ahead of time.

Because the cemetery is located far away from the city, they hurried to the entrance of the Xuelian Grand Theater more than ten minutes before the opening.

"Hiss..."

Zhao Jin slowly parked the car in the distance, looking at the entrance of the theater with a grand decoration, he couldn't help but take a breath:

"This... six major sects besieged Guangmingding?"

They temporarily stopped across the street and looked out through the one-way car window glass.

I saw that the entrance of the theater, which was not originally prosperous, was already surrounded by densely packed people. As for their identities, they were all displayed on the light signs held in the crowd.

'I carry the banner for Chang'er, who dares to be my enemy? ’

‘Wipe your nose first and then pull up your pants, Jiang Qiyu, you walk on the flowery path! ’

‘Put on socks first and then shoes, long-eared CP is the boss! ’

“......”

Obviously, these light signs were held by others, but the embarrassment was pervasive in the imported Porsche.

“It should be that the fans knew you would come to the Xuelian Theater through the live broadcast, so they came here directly to wait.”

Zhao Jin turned his head to look at the two people in the back seat and asked:

“What should we do now? Although the live broadcast is delayed, they will soon know that we have arrived.”

“......”

Jiang Qiyu silently glanced at the entrance that had long been surrounded by fans, and then decisively exchanged glances with Qi Yu.

Then, with the cooperation of the cameraman, he got out of the car quietly.

Zhao Jin drove the cool [粤A·886SB] and the cameraman to the square at the main entrance of the theater.

Soon, the two people lurking in the dark could clearly hear a scream of surprise that pierced the sky even though they were across the street:

"It's the SB Porsche!!!"

Followed by more deafening shouts:

"Jiang Qiyu!"

"My long-eared CP!"

"Boss Qi V me 50!!!"

Along with the crazy shouting of these people, Zhao Jin was trapped in the car and could not move.

"Qi Yu, get ready."

Jiang Qiyu crouched and carefully observed not far away, ready to wait for everyone to gather around before slipping into the theater from the side.

"I'll shout one, two, three, and we'll rush over together!"

She focused on the Porsche surrounded by fans and slowly adjusted her breathing:

"One..."

"Two..."

However, before she said three, she felt her hand hanging by her side being tightly held by someone.

Just when she was confused, a man's voice with a hint of laughter came to her ears:

"Do you really want to go to the concert?"

"......"

After hearing his words, Jiang Qiyu was stunned for a moment.

Hiss... Don't say it, the situation suddenly opened up.

She blinked, slowly turned her head and looked back, and as expected, she was greeted by a pair of gorgeous eyes.

His eyes were narrow and long, and the pupils were dotted with stars under the light in the distance.

Those eyes that always looked at everyone with a bit of arrogance, but now they did not show any arrogance, and looked at her in an intimate and gentle manner.

It seemed like asking for advice, but also like deliberately inducing:

"Jiang Qiyu, do you want to run away together?"

Faced with his invitation, Jiang Qiyu slowly shook her head, with a sly smile on her lips:

"How can this be called running away?"

"What is it?"

"Emergency escape."

After saying that, she firmly held Qi Yu's hand, and the two ran all the way in the opposite direction of the theater.

The two held hands tightly.

At this moment, the footsteps, breathing, heartbeats, and even the accelerated flow of blood were almost in sync.

The only difference was probably the brain circuits of the two people.

Qi Yu's heart was beating like a drum and his breathing was deafening. This was the first time he had felt an accelerated heartbeat since he quit extreme sports a few years ago.

The magical thing is that running on foot on such an ordinary night is even more exciting than gliding at an altitude of 10,000 meters, cheering at the top of the snowy area, and successfully opening a parachute at the limit of landing.

This is more thrilling than all the excitement he has experienced before.

Jiang Qiyu's heartbeat also accelerated and her breathing became rapid.

She was just more excited and wanted to get off work early.

Just like that, two people with different thoughts but the same goal held hands and appeared in front of many fans.They fled under the pursuit of the group.

They called it emergency escape.

After leaving the theater, they quickly stopped a taxi and successfully took them away from the organization.

After that, they did not return to the apartment immediately. Jiang Qiyu took Qi Yu to a small shop to disguise herself, and then smiled at him mysteriously:

"I am happy today, please go to eat yakitori."

Qi Yu thought she suddenly had a conscience and was going to take him to a Japanese restaurant to splurge.

But before he could react, he was pressed on a small stool at a roadside barbecue stall.

"Boss, give me two pounds of grilled chicken offal!"

Wearing a mask, Jiang Qiyu was not afraid of being recognized on the street. She held the greasy menu and shouted to the boss who was busy grilling skewers:

"Give me two more draft beers!"

Qi Yu, who was wearing casual clothes worth nearly six figures, didn't mind being pressed on such a roadside stall at all. He just raised his eyebrows and looked at her:

"Do you like drinking?"

Last time at Mr. Jiang's birthday party, she not only drank three glasses of white wine as soon as she came up, but also took away the half bottle of Moutai left on the table when no one was paying attention.

She held it in her arms like a treasure.

"It's OK."

Jiang Qiyu waved her hand nonchalantly:

"I don't understand why some people become addicted to alcohol. I used to drink every day and I didn't get addicted."

Qi Yu looked at her serious nonsense, and his lips hidden under the mask hooked involuntarily:

"You drink every day even if you're not addicted?"

"Don't worry."

As the two were talking, "Chinese-style roasted bird" and beer were served.

The two didn't eat much at noon, and they were a little hungry after walking around the cemetery for an entire afternoon.

But just as they were about to have a full meal, a voice with anger suddenly came from the table next to them:

"We don't know you, please leave!"

The two looked at each other and turned their heads almost at the same time.

I saw that the table where several girls were gathered was suddenly surrounded by three men.

Not only did he flirt with the girls, but one of them even pinched the girl's arm and said in a vulgar tone:

"It's late at night, you girls are so bored eating, why don't we share a table together?"

There were quite a few people around at this time, but they all remained silent.

Seeing that the disgusting man was almost leaning on the girl, Jiang Qiyu suddenly stood up.

Then he took out his mobile phone, turned on the video, and strode forward.

When the men looked at him in a daze, he smiled and said:

"I'm sorry, this is the first time I've seen a dog share a table with people today. It's very novel. Do you mind taking a picture?"

"You bitch, you mind..."

When the three men reacted and immediately glared at the woman wearing a mask, they wanted to yell at her.

But a tall man wearing a mask stood up slowly, walked behind the woman in two steps, and said in a nonchalant tone:

"Don't worry about taking pictures, dogs don't have portrait rights."