Because it was relatively late, Zuo Lin had to ask the club for leave one night and not go back to the dormitory, and then rushed to the Four Seasons Hotel in disappointment. In the coffee seat in the hotel lobby, he picked up Zhang Ling who was already drunk and asleep.

Zhang Ling didn't mean to get drunk on purpose. She was cheated by the company and was also on vacation by Zuo Lin in the dormitory for two days. She was not the kind of person who lived in her spare time. At this time, the only person in the dormitory who had not returned home during the summer vacation told her that someone in the school was recruiting a special job: professional bridesmaids.

Basically, those older young people found that they could not find unmarried female friends to serve as bridesmaids when they got married, so they had to turn to wedding companies. In order to find professional bridesmaids with good temperament and reaction, the wedding companies focused on the college students class.

She has a beautiful appearance, a smart and humorous conversation, and an elegant demeanor. In addition to being a little eye-catching, Zhang Ling is naturally competent for this job with a strange but not high demands. After a day of wedding etiquette training, Zhang Ling was named to attend a wedding because she knew some French and the bride was French.

However, there was no content about alcoholism in the requirements and training content of professional bridesmaids. Zhang Ling, who did not make any mistakes during the wedding process for most of the day, was helpless when she was at the banquet venue. If she hadn't denied her cleverly and hid in Tibet, she would have never been able to end the banquet. The banquet had dispersed and Zhang Ling's work was over, but she could not go back to the dormitory in the city, so Zhang Ling had no choice but to call Zuo Lin for help.

Zhang Ling, wearing a thick silk backless long skirt with a rose-red V-shaped front closure, had a different look than usual in professional clothes. The soft long skirt couldn't stir up a line of wrinkles, outlining Zhang Ling's body curves. Zhang Ling held her ivory white carry bag, leaned obliquely on the sofa, and her legs overlapped and placed in a comfortable position. Her even and thin feet fell on the carpet, and the beautiful but tormenting thin sandals were placed in a paper bag on the edge of the sofa.

If it weren't for no way out, Zhang Ling would probably not be willing to let Zuo Lin see his appearance. Zuo Lin sighed, woke Zhang Ling up, and said, "Hey, hey, Teacher Zhang."

"Here you come." Zhang Ling's eyes only opened a thin crack, and then fell down again. "Send me back."

When he saw an acquaintance, he relaxed and Zhang Ling slept far deeper than before. Zuo Lin could not wake Zhang Ling up when he saw him, and his eyebrows were entangled. He was not going to wake Zhang Ling up with cold water or slap in the face, but the sleeping Zhang Ling made the matter of sending her back to the dormitory more than imagined. He didn't know Zhang Ling's dormitory number, nor did he know if it would be too late to leave now to send Zhang Ling back to the dormitory. It is said that the access control of the university dormitory was earlier than their club.

"Please open a room." After looking at the front desk hanging on the wall that showed time around the world, Zuo Lin quickly discovered a way to save trouble.

It was too indecent to hold a young woman horizontally in the hotel. But it was nothing for Zuo Lin. He surrounded Zhang Ling's waist. Although the long skirt with his back was able to hold his hands on Zhang Ling's smooth and soft back, it was somewhat awkward, but Zhang Ling is basically in an unconscious state now, and as long as he doesn't say it, it shouldn't be so.

Zuo Lin was still worried when he put Zhang Ling on the bed in the guest room and covered her with a thin quilt. The most sad stage after being drunk was not vomiting and sleeping, but when he woke up, he seemed to be cracking his head. In order to make Zhang Ling feel better after waking up, Zuo Lin had to use natural forces to temporarily transform the potted plants in the room, tear off a few leaves and a vermilion fruit. Pour some water in the teacup, knead the leaves and fruits and stir into a paste.

The simplest external medicine is done. Zuo Lin applied the ointment on Zhang Ling's forehead, then held Zhang Ling's head with both hands, and accelerated the medicinal properties into Zhang Ling's forehead with extremely slight natural force. This method may be more complicated, but it can completely absorb the medicinal power in plants. It is precisely because of this method that Zuo Lin only needs a little bit of leaves and just a fruit. Use a towel dipped in water to wipe off the medicinal residue on Zhang Ling's forehead, and it is considered complete.

I didn't notice it just now, and now, Zhang Ling, who was lying flat on the bed, was unprepared to reveal her snow-white chest and clearly visible cleavage. Zuo Lin quickly pulled up the blanket and wrapped Zhang Ling in.

Zhang Ling has settled down, but what should I do tonight? Zuo Lin smiled bitterly, called Xiaoyu and asked him to go home to rest, and called the club's on-duty coach to explain the situation...

Zuo Lin didn't want to sleep very much, and there was no place to let him sleep in the actual situation. Perhaps because he didn't explain the matter of booking the room just now, this room was actually a big bed, not two single beds. Regardless of whether he wanted to do something subjectively or not, Zuo Lin understood that lying with Teacher Zhang was not a good choice. He had to go to the convenience store in the hotel to buy a bunch of magazines and take it back to the room, preparing to kill the night.

Zuo Lin never realized that he was actually quite famous, and the media exposure was quite high. He did not wear sunglasses and a T-shirt with club logo, so he wrote on the badge that he was Zuo Lin. The ID card he showed when booking a room at the front desk was even more irrefutable evidence. Fortunately, so many stars in the Four Seasons Hotel were not in vain, there were few boring idle people in the hotel, and the hotel service staff were strictly trained and would not say anything boring. However, Zuo Lin was really unlucky. Just when he went upstairs, he was recognized by a sports photographer who was pulled by a friend as a temporary wedding photographer.

The reporter followed Zuo Lin into the elevator, pretending to be on the same road and kept seeing Zuo Lin hugging Zhang Ling into the room. If it were normal, Zuo Lin would definitely feel the familiar guy paying attention to him. However, when he was in the elevator, Zhang Ling's forehead was pressed against his chest, and his long and warm breath made Zuo Lin feel upset. He didn't even notice that the guy next to him who had pressed the text message for a long time had taken several photos with his mobile phone.

The level of taking photos by experts is different. When this reporter bought a mobile phone, he considered the issue of secret photography. 3 million pixels, large aperture, and the photographer's well-trained and stable hands, the clearness of the photos is enough to be used in newspapers and magazines. Later, when Zuo Lin went to a convenience store to buy a magazine, the reporter was even more prepared to take pictures of Zuo Lin's payment at the cashier.

When Zuo Lin supported his head and read the magazine, his phone suddenly rang. Zuo Lin saw that it was his agent Sang Shilin who called it.

"Zuo Lin, are you in the Four Seasons now?" Sang Shilin's voice was a little strange.

"Yes. Teacher Zhang is drunk and now he can't take her back to the dormitory, so he opened a room and settled down first." From Sang Shilin's words, Zuo Lin realized that there seemed to be some trouble.

Sang Shilin laughed and said, "Boy, I've recognized him. I just called me to ask me why you are not in Haitang and fallen in Shanghai, but still in the hotel. I thought you didn't go home at night to accompany your girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" After a glance at Zhang Ling lying on the bed, Zuo Lin laughed silently, "Teacher Sang, you'd be unhappy if Teacher Zhang heard you say this. What's the acquaintance you are talking about?"

"A photojournalist at Star Sports Weekly called me just now and sent me a few photos, photos of you and your Teacher Zhang." Sang Shilin was not nervous at all. He didn't want to be an agent who should be worried about the athletes under his command, but he was like a joke about the younger generation.

Although Zuo Lin is still dull in the media and always is so trembling when he has to deal with the reporters every time he has to deal with it, after all, as a professional player, he has a lot of contact with such things. He immediately understood what consequences a few photos might have. Zuo Lin, who can read books with peace of mind on the away game, did not think that such a thing would have any impact on him, but was worried that if such a thing was inexplicably stuck in the newspaper and magazine, it would hurt Zhang Ling. He frowned and asked, "Teacher Sang, what did the other party say?"

"Don't worry, I explained the situation and discussed some conditions. Don't worry, this matter will not be on the news." Sang Shilin said confidently, "I promised you an exclusive interview with a celebrity sports weekly and took a set of photos. I will contact you later after I have all these things been implemented."

Although I don’t like to accept interviews, I don’t think I can agree to this situation now. Not long after hanging up the phone, Sang Shilin forwarded all the photos sent by the reporter to Zuo Lin. Apart from the photos from the convenience store, there were no traces of secret photos in the elevator, as if Zuo Lin and Zhang Ling were posing for the reporter to take. Zhang Ling only had one side face in the photo, a smiling side face, and a happy and calm expression that was similar to any sleeping child.

Magazines cannot stand reading. After reading those magazines from front to back from back to front several times, it finally came to the morning.

In the city, the morning comes a little abruptly. I can’t see the magnificent scene of the sun climbing up from the edge of the earth bit by bit. Few people even pay attention to the countless color levels between the sky gradually turning from lilac to a little gray light blue. The curtains are opened, and it’s dawn, and I get up. This is how most people live.

Zuo Lin only pulled up the curtain made of light veil last night. When the sunlight penetrated countless holes in the curtains, flew into the room, and climbed onto the bed, Zuo Lin closed the magazine in his hand. He had already seen Zhang Ling's eyelashes tremble, and then, Zhang Ling, who had a good sleep, was about to wake up.

Zhang Ling rubbed her eyes and straightened her body. After a night of tossing and turning, most of the blankets were piled up in front of her and held them in her arms. Perhaps because she felt heavy, Zhang Ling unconsciously pushed the blanket away with both hands.

The long skirt on her body can indeed be beautiful when she stands and sits, and it complements her body. However, this is a sexy dress skirt rather than a pajama. The shoulder strap on one side is still on the shoulder, while the shoulder strap on the other side has already hung to the elbow, and the whole side of the upper body, from the shoulder to the abdomen, was opened in the air.

Zuo Lin quickly turned his face and looked away. Zhang Ling was confused and didn't realize she had already exposed. She continued to rub her eyes very cutely, stretched her waist, and said, "It's so early..."

"Cough cough," Zuo Lin pretended to cough to hide his embarrassment, "Teacher Zhang, clothes..." he reminded kindly.

Zhang Ling lowered her head and then understood why Zuo Lin didn't dare to look at her. She pulled up the blanket with a very exaggerated movement, wrapped herself up, and didn't even reveal her head. Maybe she was shy. The dignity of the teacher established in Zuo Lin's mind after working hard for half a year was destroyed in a few days. Perhaps, she felt that Zuo Lin's hypocritical expression was particularly hateful at this time. Zhang Ling's right hand stretched out from the "cocoon" of the blanket and picked up a pillow... I don't know how Zhang Ling understood the direction at this time, but the pillow rolled and swayed in the air, and then slammed on Zuo Lin's face.

"Teacher Zhang..." The embarrassment between the two was relieved slightly until they finished the breakfast they called. Zuo Lin was very curious about how Zhang Ling got drunk.

"Call me by calling me a name... I am embarrassed and I have no shame to ask you to call me a teacher." Zhang Ling said angrily.

Most of the things that have happened in the past few days are not good things, but it has indeed made Zhang Ling and Zuo Lin much closer. Then, Zuo Lin called out "Teacher Zhang" one by one, and she felt a little embarrassed.

Zhang Ling did not regard himself as something that he could not say. Although the professional bridesmaids job is really different, Zuo Lin also listened with relish. There were top scorers in every 360. However, in this city, there were more than 360 brides, and I am afraid that 3,600 brides can be counted. At a wedding, all kinds of people who were in the backstage started counting from the ceremony director, host, best man bridesmaid, photographer, etc., and there were probably 12 or 3 different types of jobs. It is difficult for Zuo Lin to hear such detailed and exciting explanations of these things. Zuo Lin, who is preparing for the college entrance examination, is already one of the most educated people in the team. His teammates talked about except for eating, drinking, having fun, and cars.

"Then don't continue working during the summer vacation," Zuo Lin suggested. "Since you are in the mood to come out to work, then just come and make up for me with full time, and teach me a long time every day?"

"You're not training?" Zhang Ling asked in surprise.

"When I called for leave last night, the coach said I would keep going for a holiday for me. If I don't train in the national team and stay in the club, the reporters will talk too much. In a few days, there will be more reporters at the base, so I will simply not go back to the base and stay outside myself. I will not participate in the warm-up matches of the national team and the club, and I will rest until the national team disbands." Zuo Lin explained happily.

He asked Zhang Ling to make up for the lessons every day, although he wanted to grasp the progress of the course, and to allow Zhang Ling to cultivate for a while. Although tutoring his homework takes a lot of time to prepare lessons, it is better than Zhang Ling running around to find places to work. Gastric problems are very troublesome. Zuo Lin doesn't know much about his medical skills, but he still knows this common sense.

Zhang Ling agreed without considering it much.

Zuo Lin moved into the club on Julu Road again. Recently, there have been drinks and cold meals here almost every night, but it did not affect Zuo Lin's review of his homework. Until Zuo Lin discovered that someone seemed to be paying attention to him.

As soon as he leaves the club, even if he just walks around, someone will hang far behind him. Zuo Lin goes to Yan Beizhai's villa almost every day to teach Yan Yingxue, and in the rearview mirror of the car, he can find a black Passat almost every time. The license plate is changing and the driver is changing, but the unique sound will not change when the car runs, and the car is always the Passat.

The traces of this stalking are too obvious. But who is it?
Chapter completed!