"!!!" Wu Jin was forced to stretch out his right hand tremblingly.

The high-speed rail outside the door whizzed past.

The scorching summer breeze was poured into the open security door quickly. The man's palm was dry and his body was faint, with the breath of hay and nuts in the sun. Wu Jin held it carefully, like a little squirrel secretly rubbing the nuts.

The fluffy, thin and soft curly hair was lifted by the speeding high-speed rail.

Wei Shi's tiger's mouth is wide and strong, covering Wu Jin's entire right hand: "Wei Shi."

The palms touch each other.

The man's knuckles covered with gun cocoons are too invasive, like a flint sickle that rubs through the velvet, and sputters out of Mars for no reason.

Wu Jin beat him up.

The high-speed rail is galloping outside the security checkpoint.

The memories that could not be distinguished in my mind were rustled by the strong wind, as if there were smoke of gunpowder, the tall buildings that were crackling and collapsed in the dark smoke, the statues of gods in the fire and the cards that could not be named, and the giant objects with a twelve-meter wingspan flew through the air. They were all blurred like phantoms.

Wei Shi was still waiting for his reply.

The young man said blankly: "Wu, Wu Jin."

The consciousness flipped again. This time, he was a gentle and shallow kiss to a man who was extremely similar to "Wei Shi" -

Wu Jin: "!!!"

Ahhh, I actually made up for an untimely intimate relationship with the fans I bought by Brother Chen!!

As the three views collapsed, another train flew away, and my mind was full of strange thoughts. Only the two big words on the front of the car were like a alarm bell, and the spirit protection platform was clear and bright!

Harmony electric EMU!

harmonious!

Behind them, the trainees were still huddling in a group.

The little drama officer next to him looked left and right at the guard, and said for a long time: "This, this is not right! This person is the station guy who applied for support! I only reviewed his photos in the morning..."

The security personnel were shocked and quickly caught Wu Jin. Under the pressure of Wei Shi's big bad wolf-like vision, he piled the scared trainees back into the sheep pen.

Wei Shi didn't care and took out a noble first-class train ticket to check the ticket after the crew disappeared.

Inside the Floating City Laboratory.

Ajun, who was responsible for monitoring the data, suddenly looked at the output signal of the instrument and spoke in surprise: "Brother Wei, Xiao Wu's consciousness fluctuates strongly just now! What did you do? You can try to bring people out when the fluctuation reaches the threshold-"

Wei Shi lowered his head, and there was still warmth in his palm.

The high-speed rail is slowly starting.

The trainees were filled with laughter and joy. On average, six cameras were installed in each car. At this time, almost all trainees spared no effort to stabilize their personality in front of the camera.

Except for Wu Jin who sneaked between the two cars.

Behind is the entire crew, and in front is the noble first class cabin. The train is speeding, and the flight attendant is busy. Wu Jin hurried in the corner for a while, hiding herself very well.

Wu Jin secretly took out his cell phone and called his agent, Brother Chen.

Outside the window is the suburb industrial base, and the signal is just right.

Brother Chen: "Hey, witch! Who bullies you? You say..."

Wu Jin: "No! No! Brother Chen, the last time you hired the sign-raising fan..."

The high-speed rail passed through a rapeseed field, and the signal dropped to 1 square.

Brother Chen: "What fans did you say?"

Wu Jin was a little embarrassed and replied in anger: "Old, husband fan!"

Brother Chen: "What's my husband? The signal is too bad and I can't hear it clearly!"

Wu Jin: "Husband fan!"

Brother Chen: "What kind of public fans?"

Wu Jin's eyes turned black and his small round face bulged, he paused: "Old-Honor-F..."

The door of the car was suddenly opened, and the guards came in response.

The word "pink" stuck halfway was swallowed by Wu Jin's fear.

Wu Jin stood up against the wall.

Wei Shi stated: "There is no signal here."

Wu Jin smiled foolishly, pressing the volume minus key with his hands on the wall desperately: "Yes, is it hehehe..."

Wei Shi took a step closer: "Go to the front car to try it, I'll take you into the first class."

Wu Jin was about to thank him well, but his powerful logical intuition suddenly realized that on the high-speed rail running at 350 kilometers per hour, the passenger car was 24.4 meters long, standing at two points in front and back of the first class cabin, the time difference between coordinates overlap was only 0.25 seconds.

So, what is the difference between calling here and being in first class?!

Wu Jin was alert for a second.

Seeing this, Wei Shi didn't force it and looked out the window: "The signal is coming."

The train just entered the tunnel in the mountains, and Wu Jin was confused.

Wei Shi pulled out the POPO phone from his pocket. For a moment, Wu Jin always felt that the way a man took the phone was like holding a gun. Wei Shi showed Wu Jin the interface: "Signal 3 grids."

Wu Jin glanced at his cell phone.

One square.

"..." Wu Jin suspected that he had a little spiritual master in his hand.

Wei Shi calmly lured: "The operators are different, should you use my phone?"

Wu Jin quickly thanked and shook his head.

Wei Shi: "Okay. If you need it, please lend it to me. What is your signal?"

Wu Jin was quite confident, Mr. Wei was sincere and friendly in helping others. He was just asking Brother Chen for information... He felt very guilty at the moment, so he immediately reported his mobile phone number: "188XXXXXXXXX."

Wei Shi nodded and turned two times but it was not connected. Wu Jin knew that he hung up the communication with Brother Chen. At this moment, the train was bumpy.

Wu Jin's shoulder was held, as if an electric current was rushing in. The deep kiss of the pterosaur when it was flapping its wings was once again in his mind. After taking a shower, he was wrapped in a bath towel, and Wei Shi, who had a gunshot scar, was sandwiched in the clear gully muscles.

Wu Jin looked at Wei Shi in a horror: "!!!" What kind of movie projector is this?

There was a drama business coming to find Wu Jin in the car behind them.

Wei Shi put Wu Jin back and the gentleman stepped back: "So, see you again."

The man turned around and strided away.

When the opera business entered the compartment, Wei Shi disappeared. The opera business looked at Wu Jin a few times and smiled and reminded: "Little Wu, I just entered the cave, and there was no signal in the whole car. Go back and sit..."

Wu Jin returned to his seat and sat quietly. Thinking back to Wei Shi's expression just now, he was definitely the "fake front line" placed by his agent, Brother Chen. Just say, there is no front line sister before he debuted yet!

But Mr. Wei's face can be completely in the entertainment industry, and it is too useless to be a front-line...

The train passed through a certain factory again, and the signal was finally full. Brother Chen called Wu Jin again and slapped his head and rang: "Oh, you said that husband fan! I don't know! I don't know why he came out, I didn't ask me to get a red envelope. This person--"

Wu Jin was shocked: "!! What!"

In the first class.

When the business man next to the seat was sitting at the guard, he looked at the guard and stopped talking: "Finally there is a signal. My monthly package of 200 yuan is dumb. Big brother, what kind of phone are you? Why are you always signaling 3 boxes..."

Wei Shi had no expression on his face and turned off the screenshot of the "Signal 3-frame" used to trick Wu Jin, revealing the real mobile phone status bar with only 1-frame signal.

The elder brother next to him: "..."

Wei Shi ignored it and took out his portable business book. The notebook was thick and textured, with red dots, stamped metal protective layer, and waterproof high-encrypted icons all showed the low-key and luxurious characteristics. It was almost like "exclusive for successful people" on the space bar.

The business elder brother took a sip of tea and couldn't help looking at Wei Shi's screen.

Wei Shi is skilled in the Internet and glanced at the webmaster of Wu Jin Global Fan Club (1) to complain:

"(2) It's a plagiarism at first glance!", "We have the source of the picture, and I didn't see other station sisters on the spot, they definitely bought pictures!", "That's right! There's no sincerity at all!"

Wei Shi opened the small-sized one-click picture software sent by Ajun. He directly checked "Fantasy Special Effects 3018 New Version". Wu Jin, who was captured in the high-speed rail station just now, read it one by one.

Smiling Wu Jin.

Wu Jin with wide eyes.

Wu Jin was sleepy and pointed his head straight.

Retouching, uploading, and posting. A group of fans living on Weibo all appeared, screaming and collecting the photos: "What kind of immortal station is this?--"

The business brother stared at the photo on Wei Shi's screen in a daze, and was solemn: "Big brother, are you doing photography?"

Wei Shi: "Brother Zhan."

The big brother seemed to understand: "Take a train... to collect folk songs?"

Wei Shi had no expression on his face: "Go to chase stars."

There was a "puff".
To be continued...