Make arrangements!”

"Okay, no problem! The leaders in the station now attach great importance to this drama, and the relevant resources can be coordinated in place."

"Yuxuan, you go and rest first!" Zhou Xianjun said to Xiao Yuxuan, whose eyes were red.

"Yes, yes! Yu Xuan, you have stayed up all night, you should go and rest first! The room card was given to you last night, you can just go directly... In addition, the guest house provides breakfast, so have breakfast and have a good sleep."

"No, I slept for more than two hours. I'm fine now. I'm not very sleepy. I'll just go wash my face."

Zhou Xianjun waved his hand: "Don't refuse, this is not a temporary matter, just let me keep an eye on you!"

Xiao Yuxuan also felt that he was not in a good state at the moment, "Master, you and Teacher Liu are busy first, I will come back at noon!"

"The guest house is diagonally opposite the gate. You can see it when you go out of the gate." Liu Peng stood up and said, "I won't see you off!"

"I can just go there by myself. Teacher Liu, please get busy!" Xiao Yuxuan picked up his backpack and went out.

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It was already 3 pm when Xiao Yuxuan woke up.

After being woken up in the early morning, I finished chatting with Zhou Xianjun and Liu Peng about the song. When I arrived at the guest house, I didn't feel hungry, so I didn't eat breakfast. I washed up hastily and went to sleep.

Therefore, it can be said that Xiao Yuxuan woke up from hunger this time.

Being in a room with the lights turned off and the blackout curtains closed gives people the feeling of being in the middle of the night, not like it's 3 p.m. at all.

Anyone who has lived a life of confusion in black and white knows that after staying up late, you will become sleepier and sleepier during the day.

Xiao Yuxuan was hungry but didn't want to get up or turn on the light.

The whole person was wrapped in the quilt, leaning a pillow against his back, fumbled for the cigarette case on the bedside table, clicked a cigarette, and lit a cigarette.

He is not a big smoker, but sometimes he just wants to smoke. The unique taste of tobacco can give him a precious sense of familiarity.

However, differences can still be separated from this sense of familiarity.

Now I can enjoy the taste of nicotine peacefully, remember and miss with a smile or even tears...

Instead of being like before, even if you smoke a cigarette, you can't help but feel anxious, very urgent anxiety, how to work, how to cope, how to make money, how to live...

He took another puff, and a red light flashed in front of his eyes - the cigarette ash broke before he could flick it off. If nothing else, it must have fallen on the quilt.

Xiao Yuxuan quickly stood up, blew a few breaths into the quilt on his chest, and patted it several times. Then, relying on memory, he put the cigarette butt out in the ashtray on the bedside table, and then reluctantly turned on the light.

The few mouthfuls of "fairy energy" just now should have been like farts - farts were useless; when they were slapped, they hit the soot just right. There was no scattered soot on the quilt, but there were a few gray and black marks on the snow-white quilt.
Chapter completed!