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"This person walks in such a strange way."

"Isn't it a disabled person?"

When he got off the taxi and walked towards the restaurant, Michael Sheeen heard a lot of talk about him. He thought he would be fine after a while, so he asked Matthew to have dinner together. As a result, one night and one morning, it still hurts very much, especially when walking, as long as it is a little faster, it is like an electric drill drilling behind it.

But he still came. When he thought that Matthew Horner was unwilling to help, he was full of motivation.

The legs spread out, the butt was slightly raised, and the steps were slow. Michael Sheeen walked into the restaurant swayingly.

"Hello, welcome!"

A blonde waitress came up, "Sir, how many people? Have you made an appointment?"

Michael Sheehan looked over the woman and looked inside, and said, "I made an appointment with someone. Has Matthew Horner come?"

After walking this stretch, his forehead was so painful that he felt sweaty. He wanted to find a place to sit down and sit on the soft cushion. It would be much better.

The waitress made a gesture of invitation and led the way, "Mr. Matthew Horner is here."

Michael Sheeon followed him crookedly. Many people in the restaurant saw his strange walking posture and looked at him curiously.

"Damn it!"

Those eyes made Michael Sheehn feel uncomfortable and cursed in a low voice, "Why don't you choose a quiet restaurant with less people?"

"Hi, Mike!" Matthew saw Michael Sheehn and reached out to greet him, "Here! I'm here."

Thinking that he could sit down and rest immediately and no longer suffer from this torment, Michael Sheeen couldn't help but speed up a little. The waitress smiled and nodded at him, turned around and walked away.

When Matthew saw Michael Sheen's peculiar walking posture, he immediately guessed that he had not yet made any progress. He deliberately stood up and asked, "What's wrong?"

According to common sense, a normal man is exposed to anus and does not want others to know about it.

Sure enough, Michael Sheehn pretended to have a relaxed expression, "It's okay, I sprained my ankle when I got off the car just now."

"Then sit down quickly." Matthew pulled a magistrate chair and said, "Don't stand."

Michael Sheehan looked at the chair, and his eyelids couldn't help but jump. The chair was full of hard wood from top to bottom, without a soft place.

"Don't stand." Matthew greeted warmly, and said in a more intense tone, "Do you want to find someone to help you see? I know a community doctor here..."

"No, no." Michael Sheeon quickly refused, "It just hurts a little, it will be fine after a while."

He saw Matthew's concern and seemed to want to say something else. He quickly moved to the front of the chair and sat down with a stinging bullet. But his butt had just been stained with a hard wooden board, and a pain comparable to that of walking was transmitted.

"What's wrong?" Matthew's face was full of concern.

Michael Sheen endured the pain and continued to sit down. Most of the weight of his body instantly pressed on his butt. The originally hot pain turned into a severe pain like a torn last night, and he unconsciously bounced up.

Matthew looked at him with concern, "There is something else that hurts? Why don't I take you to check it out?"

If he wanted to go for a check-up, Michael Sheeen wouldn't have waited until now. He quickly shook his head, "It's okay, it's really okay."

In order to prevent Matthew from finding something strange, he had to sit down with his teeth, but the pain in his butt was not something he could do if he endured it. Matthew had just sat back on the chair next to him, and a layer of sweat broke out on Michael Sheeen's forehead.

At this time, he saw a waiter coming with the menu, as if a drowning man had seen a savior, and was about to open his mouth to ask for a softer cushion.

Before Michael Sheen's mouth opened, Matthew asked as he looked at his constantly moving butt, "Is the butt injured? Why don't I find you a mat?"

"No, no." Thinking of what happened last night, Michael Sheehn quickly denied, "My ass is fine!"

He said that no matter what he said, Matthew would not associate it in that direction. Such things can be done, but it cannot be said, it is really shameful.

Michael Sheeon immediately found the right reason, "I was a little uncomfortable with this strange chair for the first time."

Matthew nodded seriously, "Well, I'll get used to it after sitting for a while."

He called the waiter to prepare to order food.

Michael Sheeon sat on a solid hardwood chair, and only he could experience the pain and discomfort.

"What are you eating?" Matthew asked Michael Sheen, who was not attentive to care about these things, and said casually, "I'm not familiar with Chinese food, please help me."

"Okay." Matthew was not polite, "I'll just want it."

When he opened the recipe, he specially ordered some typical Sichuan dishes such as spicy stir-fried beef tenderloin, boiled meat slices, and Mapo tofu.

"Do you know Chinese?" Matthew asked tentatively when he saw the waiter's black hair and black eyes. Seeing the waiter nodded, he deliberately changed to Chinese and said, "My friend likes spicy food. You must add more chili peppers in these dishes, preferably a chili pepper!"

Although he was a little curious about Matthew's ability to speak so fluently in Chinese, the waiter nodded and said, "Okay!"

On the other side, Michael Sheehn took a tissue, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and sat on this ragged chair. It was a torment every second. If he had known this, he would have brought a thick cushion over... No, he shouldn't have come!

Thinking of this, he remembered his purpose of coming here and said to Matthew, "I got the exact news that it is very likely that the protagonist of this MV is me."

"Is that?" Matthew looked surprised, "That's great!"

Michael Sheehn was stunned. This was completely different from what he thought.

Matthew then said, "If this is true, congratulations, Mike."

This is said very sincerely, like a blessing between best friends.

Hearing this congratulations, Michael Sheen suddenly choked on the words he thought about after thinking about the words he had been thinking about for a night to show off.

"You finally got through!" Matthew patted Michael Sheen on the shoulder intimately, "Come on! Be sure to become a big star."

"ah……"

Michael Sheehn screamed, sounding like he was responding to Matthew's words, but in fact his body was shaken, and his oppressed buttocks were in closer contact with the chair. He couldn't help but scream in the severe pain.

Matthew patted Michael Sheehn on the shoulder again and said sincerely, "The last time you were actually better than me, but that kind of thing is not something we can decide, right? Look, good luck has come to you this time."

Michael Sheeen bit his lip and kept nodding.

"I'll talk about Helen Herman's tone tomorrow." Matthew continued to pat Michael Sheehan on the shoulder. "If Helen Herman agrees, I'm going to quit the audition."

"Hmm..." Michael Sheehn looked constipated, "Hmm...Hmm..."

Seeing Matthew so sincerely, he suddenly felt that it was a bit too much for him to come over to show off.

The dishes were delivered at this time, and Matthew ordered another bottle of high-alcohol liquor and opened it for him and Michael Sheen to have a glass each.

Michael Sheeon looked at Matthew and his head was a little confused. Did this guy really treat him as a friend?

"Matthew..." He wanted to say something, but Matthew picked up the wine glass and raised it to him, "Mac, you are the first friend I met in Los Angeles. Cheers for our friendship and our future!"

"Cheers!" Michael Sheehn was a little excited. Regardless of the severe pain on his butt, he picked up the wine glass and touched Matthew, "For the future!"

He drank it all in one sip.

Matthew also drank all the wine in the cup, and then poured another glass for Michael Sheehn.

"Eat the food..." Matthew greeted him enthusiastically. Michael Sheehn ate the dish, his mouth was hot, and for some reason, he felt that the middle of his butt was also hot.

Matthew raised his cup again, "Cheers!"

Michael Sheean picked up the cup and clashed with Matthew, and killed another glass of high-alcohol liquor.

Later, Michael Sheehn did not say any more messy words, and ended the hot feeling on his mouth and buttocks, and finished the meal with Matthew.

Although the food was too spicy and he didn't eat much, he drank a lot of high-quality liquor with Matthew.

Even, he paid before Matthew.

His idea is very simple. Since Matthew Horner, a fool, still regards him as a friend, he may still have value in making use of it, such as his personal relationship with Helen Hermann...

After Michael Sheeen paid the payment, Matthew asked, "Can you go together?"

"I'll sit here for a while." Michael Sheeen felt his butt hurt. He was worried that Matthew would see the clues and didn't want to leave with him. He casually asked for a reason, "I made an appointment with a friend to meet on the other street in the afternoon."

"Yeah." Matthew nodded and asked again, "Your injury..."

Although Michael Sheehn frowned in pain, he waved his hand quickly, "It's okay, I'll rest for a while, it's all gone."

"Okay." Matthew waved at him, "Goodbye, Mike."

"Goodbye, Matthew."

Seeing Matthew turn and leave, Michael Sheeen no longer had to hold it back. His face suddenly became so painful that it twisted. His butt bounced from the chair like a spring pressing on it. His eyes unconsciously looked back, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything.

"ah!"

He got up too hard, and the few strokes Matthew had slapped before were a bit heavy, which involved the wound in the middle of his butt, and let out a scream unconsciously.

Fortunately, he immediately realized something was wrong and covered his mouth immediately.

Even so, many people looked over curiously, and even waiters came over and asked with concern, "Can you help me, sir?"

"I..." Michael Sheehn was about to say it was okay, but he felt that the pain on his butt was even worse. It seemed that even the station had become a problem. He quickly changed his words, "Can you call me a taxi and help me out, is it okay?"

The waiter was polite, "Of course."

He first notified the service desk to call a taxi, and then helped Michael Sheeen walk outside the restaurant.

Michael Sheehn's face turned pale, just like Martin Jackson gave him another shot. With the help of the waiter, he finally walked out of the restaurant and got into the taxi home.

He swore that he would lie on the bed and recuperate his injuries these days and would never come out again.

Near the restaurant, I saw Michael Sheeon leaving in a taxi, and Matthew smiled and came out of an alley. The performance class for so many days has not been in vain. I feel that my acting skills have improved a lot.

At least, Michael Sheehn seemed to have no idea.

From Michael Sheehn's attitude, he also confirmed that Martin Jackson made a promise to the protagonist, which is also a major reason for agreeing to Michael Sheehn's invitation.

If he wants to win a second audition, he must find a way outside the audition room.
Chapter completed!