On a quiet afternoon, the whole of New York seemed a little dull, with layers of dark clouds gathering over Manhattan. The sparse sunlight struggled to pass through the blockade of the clouds, but it seemed weak and unable to penetrate the thickness of the steel forest, and it dissipated into large areas of gray.

The heat and irritability of midsummer were gushing and rolling on the crowded streets, making people unable to help but unbutton their shirts, trying to feel more fresh air, but then they found that it was useless, and the thick dullness was so depressed that it couldn't breathe.

The people coming and going on Fifty-seventh Street seemed a little calmer, the middle class who was enjoying afternoon tea under the sunshade of the open-air coffee house, the scalpers hiding in the shadows at the entrance of Carnegie Hall, and the college students who were sketching at the corner of the street... The heat was still lingering, but there was less noise and commotion.

At this moment, the crowd on the street began to get excited without warning, as if they could clearly feel the air began to boil.

People who were not sure began to look back and forth, trying to find the root cause, but the problem was here: there was no abnormality. There were no luxury sports cars, no parade groups, no special activities, and even no crowds. In the sight, there were few figures running in the same direction.

The Juilliard School teaching floor is facing the exit of the street.

The next second, the abnormality gradually becomes obvious.

Not only the five and six figures that just started, the whole street seemed to be starting to surge: young people reading newspapers in the coffee shop, middle-aged men chatting at the door of the bookstore, small suits of female companions parked on the roadside parking space, young people who were browsing performance information at the door of Carnegie Hall, all of them rushed in the same direction.

What?

What's going on?

All this is simply inexplicable. It looks like a spy agent movie like "Mission Impossible". It seems that all the agents are hiding in the neighborhood, just to ambush the traitor or spy. When the target appears, everyone rushed up and subdued the target person regardless of the ignorance.

Is there a movie being filmed here?

But there are no notices on both sides of the street.

The clerks working nearby and the few ordinary people who were enjoying the afternoon were all dumbfounded, inexplicably, and completely unaware of what was going on.

Following the direction of physical displacement, all eyes were projected, and then I saw an ordinary young man who looked like a Juilliard student. A simple white T-shirt with jeans was nothing special, and countless people were counted in the streets and alleys of Manhattan.

While he was confused, he vaguely caught a strange look, and then the scene became chaotic. The group of people who were swarming from all directions began to speed up their sprints. Someone yelled in shock, "Wait, Lan Li, wait!"

Lanley?

Which Rendez?

That Lanley?

Almost at the same time, all the surprised eyes quickly projected towards the figure, excited and excited, curious and unexpected, all the emotions were blowing.

What is even more exaggerated is that the crowds hidden in the corners that cannot be seen all emerged like mushrooms after a rain. Just now, there were still five or six, and then eleven or twelve. Now, in one go, they have become twenty-five and twenty-six. A steady stream of people emerged from all corners and exploded in geometric multiples, and the scene was spectacular.

The scene looked like a magnificent scene on the African grassland. A group of wild wolves were surrounding a poor sika deer. The sika deer was running wildly and dodging with all his might, but the wild wolves were persevering and tirelessly forming an encirclement, leaving the sika deer with no way to escape.

"Lanley, there have been rumors in the industry recently that you are preparing to return to the 'Fast and Furious' series, is this true?"

"I heard that your personal conflict with Vin Diesel is irreconcilable. What's going on?"

"There is anything you want to respond to when you have sparked a spark with new actor Melissa Bainoist, which has ruined her relationship with Black Jenner?"

“Universal Pictures has at least two projects linked to you. Does this mean that your relationship with Universal Pictures has broken the ice?”

"Are you really going to return to the Fast & Furious series? What role does Paul Walker play in this?"

"Did you have a happy collaboration with Melissa during this filming of the 'Breaking Drummer'?"

"The 'Fast and Furious' series is being rebooted, and Dwayne Johnson also said he is looking forward to working with you. Does this mean you are really going to return to the series?"

"Inside Disney news, you're going to be in Guardians of the Galaxy, is that true? The movie is now on the way, so when will you join the scene?"

Although Renli is busy filming the "explosive drummer", the crew itself seems to be calm; in the past two days, heavy news about Renli has emerged one after another, one more explosive, one more exaggerated, and one more exciting—

It is "Fast and Furious" and "Guardians of the Galaxy", it is unmatched with rumors and explosive scandals, and it is industrial changes and personal matters... The hot news has been revealed one after another, and everything is so explosive that the summer season in full swing seems to be dwarfed.

In order to get the news as soon as possible, countless paparazzi flocked to the Big Apple and set up an ambush outside the filming location of the "Explosive Drummer", hoping to complete the ambush quickly, forcing Lan Li to the corner, and complete the interview task with lightning speed.

After waiting and waiting for nearly a day, they finally waited for Renli.

Because Juilliard School is an open campus, Renli may leave from any place, so the paparazzi are all scattered and hidden in different corners. At this time, the paparazzi gathered on Fifty-Seventh Street immediately became excited and glad that they were lucky.

At the same time, the paparazzi stationed at other exits were half a beat slower and received news one after another. They didn't have time to complain and sprinted over, and could only pray silently in their hearts that things should not end too quickly, and that they could still arrive in time.

So, the scene in front of me appeared.

One wave after another. Another wave after another.

Paparazzi rushed in from all directions, surrounding them layer by layer, and the crowds at the scene became more and more lively and surging. The streets that were still deserted just now were already crowded in a blink of an eye.

In fact, it is not as exaggerated as "overcrowded". It is just about thirty paparazzi - it is still increasing, but their madness and excitement have caused the air to violently stir up, creating the illusion of three hundred people.

No one wants to miss it.

...

Lan Li turned around and took steps in his first reaction.

At this moment, what he needed the least was the focus of the spotlight and the encirclement of the paparazzi. He knew that this was their job, just as living in the spotlight was his job, so he always faced the paparazzi and reporters calmly and fulfilled the "contract" between artists and media; but... it was not today.

As soon as he stepped out, the shouts exploded like thunder on the ground, and the tranquility of the entire street completely disappeared, which made Renli's steps pause slightly.

For a moment, Lan Li's thoughts made a judgment: he could escape the first day of the lunar month and the fifteenth day of the lunar month. Since that's the case, it's better to face the paparazzi calmly and handle the matter quickly and then you can devote yourself to the shooting. Anyway, dealing with reporters is never a difficult task.

In the following moment, Andrew's thoughts made another judgment: Escape, run away quickly, these people come here to humiliate you, and even the most basic "whip" is not good, and they still dream of becoming Buddy Ricky's successor? It's a fool! If they discover Fletcher's insult, it's bad.

Two kinds of thoughts and two worlds were constantly pulling, and the whole head began to achievable, and then he realized: it was too late.

Paparazzi quickly formed a circle of encirclements on the front, back and sides, cutting off all of Renli's escape routes. Now it is already a turtle in a jar.

Lan Li stopped, turned around, and faced the paparazzi, but the tug and struggle of a split headache still did not disappear. Sometimes she was ashamed and calm, sometimes bitter and sometimes calm, sometimes painful and sometimes calm, and the feeling of trance floating on the water like a rootless duckweed came again.

His vision, his hearing, his smell, and his touch were all disordered. The figures in front of him began to overlap, the sound waves in his ears began to buzz, and there was a misjudgment in the distance between him and the paparazzi. Even the surging air was hot and cold, and the entire time and space seemed to have lost control.

The muscles in his body were extremely tense, as if he was being forced to the corner step by step. The helplessness and despair of the trapped beasts quickly invaded. In an instant, the heart beat and lost its rhythm. It was like a giant hand holding the heart tightly, tightening, and tightening it, it would almost be impossible to breathe.

"Lanli", "scandal", "contradiction", "speed", "Paul", "occurrence", "situation", "response", "negative", "scene", "bright", "why", "real", "official", "problem", "conspiracy", "provocation"...

Countless words are like a thousand broken puzzles, all spilling down, and then they are messed up in a mess. There is no accurate vein among the fragmented syllables. Only large pieces of noise are left, swelling, stinging the eardrums sharply and powerfully. The sharp pain comes one after another, like a storm, leaving no room for breathing. Before responding in time, it completely submerges the whole person.

Suffocation. Darkness.
Chapter completed!