Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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The gray trench coat was lifted high by his long legs in trousers, and the body-building back left an unforgettable memory.

The sweat beads on his forehead lightly shimmered, and under Qin Guan's most serious expression, his entire face glowed scorchingly.

This kind of horizontal jump without sidecars, like the flowing water of the peers, is like a Thomas full swing of the gymnast's textbook, and it has ended in the eyes of fans in Y City.

Because the man in their eyes has already crossed the wall!

And the first thing that Qin Guan, who turned around, turned back, was to open his arms.

"Come on, Weizi, jump!"

Cong Nianwei jumped forward without hesitation, with the kind of a good student on his face, a little excited smile when doing bad things for the first time.

The arms of the two young men were close to each other, but they quickly separated in the roar across the wall.

"Qin Guan has turned over the wall! Have you seen it?"

"I saw it. It's really TM's. It's so handsome!"

"Why are you still stunned? We crawled with it too!"

The wailing fans let Qin Guan quickly lift the worn-out bicycle. He had just overhauled it, and he didn't fall apart after throwing it.

"Bear!"

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei, who were prompted, dragged the ugly bear half on the wall, and the person on the opposite side saw a short leg and disappeared.

And after the sound of ‘wow, whizz,’ the young men who first climbed up the wall saw only a heartbreaking back that was fading away.

"Snapped'

The boy who had jumped back from the wall clapped the floating soil on his hands, and he let down his hands in front of the people with frustration: "Go, go far..."

They were greeted by the wailing weeping.

And the most common bike that rushed out of the alley and merged with the rolling traffic of South Street has completed its final mission on the road to escape.

In the winter night, even the clouds are hidden in the house to keep warm, so that in this clean sky, the stars are lit a little.

In a small tile shed less than three square meters, one of the most common bicycles parked quietly.

No one can read all the stories in it, understand its grudges and grudges.

Only the sporadic sounds of sporadic urchins, to everyone in this night, everything, indicating the approaching of this new year, heralding the coming of the year beast.

Chinese New Year! Chinese New Year!

During the New Year, we are always shouting and boring, and we don’t know how to pass the time for this sudden long holiday. We are always talking about the ugliness of the Spring Festival Evening, but still in the same traditional night, looking forward to the 12 o’clock Knock.

Peanuts, sunflower seeds, fruit candy.

Happy New Year, kowtow, lucky money.

Qin Guan, whose phone was usually broken, was indeed quiet at this time. Except for the people around him, he returned home quietly.

When he waited for Zhou Jing and Li Jian to gather seeds, he accidentally received a call from Xue Wanyi.

"Oh, Sister Xue, haven't we already celebrated the New Year?"

"Well, there is a job looking for you. I was years ago. People from Huayi Company suddenly called me because there was a film that asked many people to turn around and find you."

"I hope you can participate."

"Ah? New Year's Eve, no time!"

"It turns on after fifteen! I read the script and it feels great, so I picked it up for you!"

"Ah, sister, is this out of compliance?"

"No matter, Qu Xuemei also passed, I just sent the script to Cong Nianwei's mailbox, you just wait to shoot it!"

Hey, what I said, I started to take the family route. Who is so talented, knowing that I am Qin Guanlao, and still use the curve to save the country?

Before Qin Guan responded, Cong Nianwei's text message flashed twice on the phone: "The script is good, it has been sent to your email..."

Sister Xue really said it, but what about it?

The world is so big, can you meet with friends?

Qin Guan with Erlang's legs turned impatiently and threw the phone on the sofa...

Anyway, he has a strong memory, otherwise...Look at it first...

Isn't it okay to sit still?

Qin Guan, who found something for himself, silently opened his mother's Lenovo notebook.

In my 163 mailbox, I saw the script unanimously recognized by the surrounding women.

'if love'

What the **** is this, not an overbearing president: a dog-blooded movie like the evil concubine?

Holding an uncertain face, Qin Guan looked at it in ten lines, and the more he looked, the more serious his expression was.

When he saw the last show, he picked up his phone and dialed back towards Xue Wanyi's phone.

"Sister Xue?"

"Which role do I play?"

"Are you still asking? You are the first love, I tell you, the original investor and director said, this role is going to be reserved for you."

"If you can't really say anything to you, you are going to find Jin Chengwu..."

"Well, Sister Xue, I took it. If it was fifteen, I would shoot."

"Yes, I still can't be satisfied by Xue Wanyi? Then I'll reply over there?"

"Well, okay, I'm waiting for your schedule."

Qin Guan, who hung up the phone very simply, seemed to remember something, and was happy.

This is Jin Chengwu, is this the second time? Robbed the other party's work...

Sorry, who made us the same period?

Here, Qin Guanzheng is happily happily happily, and there is no other person in the doorway to hear his voice first.

‘Bang bang’

"Open the door, Qin Guan, let's come too!"

The smiling faces outside the anti-theft door are bright and fat, the two most familiar faces of the bad friends, even if they have already stepped into their respective jobs, it is still the most false embrace that greets Qin Guan.

"Hey hey, let go! To be killed!"

If you don't let go, the first celebrity to die from a man's chest will be born in China's Y city.

"Li Jian, you should lose weight...really!"

While getting rid of the warm hugs of the bad friends, Qin Guan started to put the necessary hats and scarves on his body, and greeted: "Let's go? This is a must to let me go out, God's mysterious this is to go where?"

Because the two loss friends said on the phone intermittently, until now Qin Guan did not understand that the two were in full swing to find their own purpose in this Spring Festival.

It wasn't until Qin Guan went to Li Jian's freshly baked Santana that he found out what direction they were heading.

Along the South Street, go west all the way, where is the vegetable garden besides the factory?

Where is this going? (To be continued.)