Please Stop Pretending To Be a Cute Newcomer!

    [Huh? Why is the script of 7 Gods different from that of Beauty? 】

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    【Handsome policeman x beautiful professor, I can! 】

    [emmmm I have a bad association...]

    The next day, Shen Qingcheng was woken up by the manager.

    He sat up lazily, leaned on the head of the bed and covered his mouth, yawning, very insincerely, "I'm sorry."

    The mean-looking woman in a professional suit got up from the ground and said hatefully, "You dare to kick me!"

      So take advantage of the situation...

    "Who wants to harass you!" The woman held back her temper and glanced at her wrist, "It's getting late, the audience is waiting for the live broadcast, and you can't bear the consequences if you linger."

    If he didn't go to Sangzhen to find Lu Qi, he really wanted to see if he could afford the consequences.

    Standing in front of the bathroom sink, he froze for a while.

    It's so annoying, Lu Qi doesn't want to go out.

    The voice of a woman teaching Xiaohong came from outside the door:

    "Do you not want to live anymore? I asked you to assist him in his work, not to watch him sleep until noon!"

    "Yes, I'm sorry Sister Xiao..."

    "What's the use of apology? Your mouth will only apologize, not wake him up, right?"

    After washing my face and brushing my teeth, the clothes have not changed, the woman in the room is still continuing, Shen Qingcheng leaned against the bathroom door and knocked on the door frame, "I want to change clothes, please go out and quarrel ,thanks."

    Xiao Hong lowered her head, was pulled out of the door by Sister Xiao, and the door was closed with a bang.

    Sister Xiao pinched Xiaohong's chin and looked at her coldly, "Recognize your identity, what to do and what not to do, I don't want to say it again."

    It was a thin face with sunken cheeks and deep eye sockets. What's even weirder is Xiaohong's two eyes, there are only two tiny pupils on the white eyeballs.

    Xiaohong hurriedly lowered her head.

    After half an hour, Shen Qingcheng finally left the hotel room slowly.

    Sister Xiao, the agent, said that the live broadcast started when he left the room. He paid special attention to whether there were people around with cameras or aerial photography machines, but neither of them was found.

    Apart from him and Xiaohong, Shen Qingcheng didn't see a third person. The front desk of the hotel was empty, and an open book was placed on the counter.

    After staying with Lu Qi for a long time, it became a habit, Shen Qingcheng walked over and picked up the book and turned it over. The book was brand new, and there was no record on it, including himself.

    A brand new van was parked in front of the hotel. Seeing that he didn't lift his feet, Xiaohong summoned his courage, "That, that is the car that will take you to Sang Town."

    Shen Qingcheng turned his head sideways, not seeing the speaker's face, only the dull top of the little red hair.

    He lifted his foot, and Xiaohong hurriedly followed with a suitcase several times wider than himself.

    Obviously it's a van, but after sitting on it, the space inside is inexplicably cramped. What's more interesting is that the front driver and passenger seats are separated from the rear space.

    Shen Qingcheng: "Who is driving."

    He suddenly startled Xiaohong, "Yes, it's the driver that Sister Xiao asked for."

    Shen Qingcheng hooked his lips and showed a smile that was not a smile. You said that if there is a driver, there will be a driver, so I won't expose you.

    He held his chin and looked out the window. The film and television city was almost dead silent. The shops on both sides of the street were closed, and he couldn't find a restaurant for lunch.

    The van drove forward slowly, and the rain fell after a while. The raindrops hit the streets and buildings of the Studio City, and hit the hotel where Shen Qingcheng stayed overnight.

    The rainwater flowed through the vermilion exterior wall of the hotel, and gradually the vermilion became pale red, and the pale red became rough. The paper-pasted exterior wall of the hotel collapsed, and the bamboo strips supported inside were exposed. .

    This is a funeral paper house.

    …

    Shen Qingcheng took a nap in the car, and when he opened his eyes again, Xiaohong told him that Sangzhen had arrived.

    The van stopped at the bus station in Sang Town. This bus station is not as neat as in a big city. It is just a larger open space with a circular flower bed in the middle. On the side of the road, plainly dressed Sang Town residents were lining up to get on the bus.

    Shen Qingcheng got off the car and walked into the small shop on the roadside to buy a bottle of water and inquired about the situation, "Eldest sister, where do you have accommodation?"

    This small shop is small, with an area of ​​more than ten square meters. There is a cash register next to the door with a beautiful ceramic vase on it.

    The eldest lady who looked at the store had a big waist and a round waist. Her shiny hair was combed and tied behind her head. She sat behind the cashier, and did not lift her head with her insoles on, "It's upstairs."

    Shen Qingcheng: "Is this the only place to provide accommodation?"

    Eldest sister: "Yeah."

    Shen Qingcheng turned his head and said to Xiaohong, who was out of breath and caught up: "Go upstairs to reserve a room, I'll go to the beef noodle restaurant opposite to solve lunch, come and find me after you pack up." Then he raised his feet and Shi Shiran gone.

    This place has a house for rent at the station. If Lu Qi comes, they will definitely meet.

    As for the script, I'll talk about it when he finishes his lunch.

    "Okay, okay." Xiaohong nodded again and again, without breathing, and had to drag her suitcase to follow Shen Qingcheng's instructions.

    The entire bus station is in the shape of a "Y", and the beef noodle restaurant is on the small branch to the right of the "Y".

    There were two tables of guests in the noodle restaurant, Shen Qingcheng glanced at the clock on the wall when he entered the door, it was less than two o'clock.

    He walked to a seat not far from the two table guests, and shouted inside, "Signboard, two liang." Then he pulled out a napkin and began to wipe the table.

    This is Shen Qingcheng's habit when he eats out. No matter how hygienic the restaurant looks like, he will wipe the table with paper.

    The table is a rectangular wooden table. In addition to paper towels, chopsticks, vinegar, soy sauce, chili noodles and salt are placed against the wall.

    The containers for the latter are glass bottles and small porcelain jars.

    Shen Qingcheng took a few more glances, and when the boss brought his face up, he withdrew his gaze.

    "Did your family go to the river in the back mountain?"

    "Go and go."

    The guests at the two tables next to him suddenly began to chat, Shen Qingcheng paused when he was eating noodles, and then - "sucking away".

    "How about it, is it the same as what I said?"

     "Hey, I have asked my daughter-in-law to pick up a lot of them, and I will go to the river to guard it when it rains next time, and I will definitely gain a lot."

    "Then there are probably quite a lot of people in our town who have this idea. I knocked on the owner of this store too, hey!"

    "Did you pick it up too?"

    "Bullshit, don't pick it up!"

    "Do you want to... exchange it for some money?"

    "What's the hurry, the things I just picked up are too new, it will take a while, and we are not short of money now, so it is not bad to keep them as family heirlooms for future generations."

    The conversation ends here, and then the two seem to notice him, speed up and pay the bill and leave.

    The shop owner came out to clear the table.

    He is a man in his thirties with a very ordinary face.

    "No." Shen Qingcheng opened his mouth and said.

    The shop owner looked back at him unexpectedly, "You don't sound like a local with an accent."

    Shen Qingcheng raised a bright smile, "Hey, my hometown is in the surrounding village. When I was a child, I went to the city with my parents to study, and I only came back now."

    The shop owner didn't seem to expect that he would say this, he was a little speechless, and only spoke after a while, "A funny thing happened in the town recently,"

    "Boss, I'm done eating," Shen Qingcheng put down the tableware and wiped his mouth with a tissue, "It tastes good, the boss is good at craftsmanship."

    Store owner: “…”

    Shen Qingcheng: "8 yuan, right? I'll give you cash."

    Leave the cash, Shen Qingcheng said goodbye to the store owner and left briskly, the man in the store picked up the banknotes on the table, his face sank immediately.

    After Shen Qingcheng came out, he walked around the flower bed in the middle of the station twice. Within two minutes, Xiaohong came out of an alley next to the small shop.

    When the others approached, Shen Qingcheng said, "You are slow."

    Xiaohong immediately apologized sincerely, "Yes, sorry, I haven't done this before..."

    Shen Qingcheng: "Take me around, I will digest."

    Xiaohong lowered her head and asked, "Where do you want to go?"

    Shen Qingcheng raised the corners of his lips, his eyes were meaningful, but he said, "Whatever."

    Xiaohong led Shen Qingcheng towards the small branch to the left of the "Y".

    The building here looks very new, and many storefronts have not been opened, like the newly planned area.

    A road leads to a large mountain in the distance outside the town, yellow wild chrysanthemums are blooming on the roadside, and the bitter fragrance wafts into the nose.

    Shen Qingcheng was walking on the road, smelling the unique bitter fragrance of wild chrysanthemums, and saw an old lady with a basket coming towards him from a distance.

    The old lady was not slow, she walked beside him after a while, and she was unsteady under her feet, "Ouch!"

    Shen Qingcheng heard the very crisp sound of the porcelain smashing.

    He bent over to help the old lady, the old lady waved her hand vigilantly, "No, no."

     A look of distress flashed on her face, she lifted up the blue calico and glanced inside the basket, her distress turned into fleshy pain.

    Soon the old lady got up from the ground and hurried away with a basket on her back.

    "Alas." He sighed deeply.

    Xiaohong asked boldly: "Why, why are you sighing?"

    Shen Qingcheng: "As an artist, I feel deeply inadequate in my business ability."

    Look at the people in this town, all of them are movie stars.

    Xiaohong couldn't understand, "Then, shall we continue shopping?"

    Shen Qingcheng laughed, "Walk, why not?"

    The two then walked along the road, turned left at the end, and they circled behind the big mountain they had seen before, and the sound of gurgling water entered their ears.

    A message prompt sounded from the terminal, Shen Qingcheng didn't look at it for a while, he turned around, and Xiaohong really disappeared behind him.

    At the same time, Lu Qi's terminal also received a message:

      Town residents help. 】

    Lu Qi's eyes sank after reading it.

    If the Tomb Robber is just an NPC who guides the plot, it is impossible to cause the plot to change without the player participating.

    There is only one explanation, the tomb robber is the player.

    He thought of Shen Meiren.

    The author has something to say:

    Lu Knight Qi is going to save Prince Shen!

    Prince Shen: Hello, Uncle Police~