A group of masked civilians on TV were shouting at the camera.
It is obvious that the police's previous actions in Saint-Denis stimulated immigrants in Paris.
These people took to the streets and gradually spread to other neighborhoods from St. Denis.
Paris Jingfang was very skilled in dealing with this situation and immediately blocked the surrounding streets and concentrated the crowds in a few blocks.
Xu Chuan looked at the news on TV and felt quite fresh.
It feels like both sides know where the scale is, and this is definitely a tacit understanding that has been reached after countless drills.
"If you make a bet, it will take less than an hour to post a rhythmic message online."
Fiennes shrugged and said there was no need to bet because he knew very well how America did these things abroad.
But this time it was definitely not what Americans did.
"There should be a lot of information in a short period of time before the fire can continue to burn."
"At the latest tomorrow afternoon."
Feins gave a time node based on his own experience.
Well, you have more experience and you have the final say.
"But what do those RAIDs mean?"
Judging from the information they had, the initiator of the riot was undoubtedly the special police.
But there must be a reason, because they have not given them a legitimate pension before, so they have revenge on society?
But what can they get if they do this? Donations from online supporters?
Then why do we have to lead the police's attention to those immigrants?
These people must have other purposes...
And there is another question: Why didn't the Security Bureau find out the two people who attacked the CIA secret room before?
Xu Chuan held his chin and thought for a while. There were many possibilities, but this was not something he needed to figure out now.
"I'll go out, you don't have to follow."
Xu Chuan stood up and prepared to go out, but of course Fiens disagreed and stopped him.
"Hey, man, I'm going to find my girlfriend now. Are you sure you're going to wait downstairs for one night?"
He patted the other person on the shoulder, "Okay, don't be so nervous, I'm very familiar with this place."
He didn't want anyone waiting outside when he and Xuela rolled the sheets.
At this time, others were rehearsing tomorrow's program in the room.
"Hey, Okawa, are you ready to pick it up? Let's arrange the order and can you put it at the end?"
Seeing him coming back, Chen Zi thought he was accepting the program team's follow-up.
"I can do it, you can do whatever you want."
Song Qian looked at France and posted her program list, "Are you a French song? L'Internationale..."
"It looks like English, international or something."
"It's an Internationale," Xu Chuan replied indifferently.
Everyone stopped their movements, and the eyes of his eyes were strange.
"You're going to sing an international song in Shambo Castle?"
Chen Zi leaned on the chair and smiled so hard that she leaned back and forth. What did this child think?
"Although singing in front of the Paris commune wall makes it more ritual, we can't let the French change the place, it's all right."
"No, do you, Sun Chao and the others know?"
Chen Zi was very suspicious that the program team did not pay attention to the name of the song reported by the person at all, otherwise how could it be reported to the French side like this?
"I care whether they know or not."
"Okay, you're amazing."
At this time, Rong Zishan changed his clothes from the room and interrupted their conversation.
"How is my outfit?"
He did not notice everyone's expressions, but communicated directly with Zhao Yutong, "Is it better to wear a shirt?"
Zhao Yutong immediately replied, "It's better to be a shirt."
Rong Zishan immediately took off his coat and threw it on the sofa, and made several moves of twisting his waist at the same time.
"Oh, you have such a good figure."
The sound of Zhao Yutong clamping sounds sounded aside.
"Yeah?"
"Yes, the legs are long and shoulders are wide."
Zhao Yutong looked flattering.
However, Rong Zishan was not very satisfied with her praise, "No, actually I have a butt."
"Look..."
As he said that, he did a few butt-protecting moves.
Zhao Yutong and Zheng Eun-hee were both amused by his actions, "Can you hold up a box of Defu?"
Rong Zishan immediately planned to try it out.
Xu Chuan, who was standing beside him, curled his lips speechlessly, and said, "Oh, let me give you a question."
He stretched out four fingers and asked, "How to pronounce this in English."
“Four…”
Everyone doesn't know what he means, but they are all supportive.
Then Xu Chuan bent his four fingers, "How do you pronounce this in English?"
Well, that's it...
Everyone knows that this is a brain teaser, but I really can't think of the answer for a while.
"A bent four."
"Ha ha……"
Everyone laughed, this homonym of meme is OK.
Alas, this guy is not meant to mean something, right?
Some people who react quickly, such as Liu Ye, already understand what the other party means.
Then Xu Chuan walked to Yuan Minghao and picked up the other party's sword for performing.
"Actually, I'll try this one twice."
In everyone's eyes, Xu Chuan placed the sword beside him and then made a lunge move.
Shout, "Tai Chi"
Then he pulled out his sword and pointed it straight into the direction of the sofa, and then shouted again, "Draw the sword."
Then, with everyone's attention, he took a step back and inserted his sword back into the scabbard, and made a finishing action of sinking into the dantian.
"Okay, I'll do these two."
This made everyone who thought there would be a wonderful performance stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
Everyone thought he was playing tricks.
Only Liu Ye covered his forehead, thinking about whether to remind the program team to cut this episode off.
She could already think about how these four words would follow Zhao Yutong's head when the broadcast was broadcast.
But after thinking about what happened these days, these four words are really appropriate.
Xu Chuan looked at the time and it was already past twelve o'clock, so he returned the sword to Yuan Minghao and went out directly.
As soon as he reached the door, he was stopped by Sun Chao. "Dr. Xu, Mr. Xu, discuss whether changing songs is OK."
This guy felt sad and felt like he was almost mentally weak.
This is just like the time in Chile. Why does this man like songs that are so obvious in Masaji?
That chorus in the Chilean desert was posted on Twitter, immediately swept across Chile, and it is still everywhere.
They are just a travel variety show and cannot support such a big picture.
Xu Chuan replied with a smile, "It's not impossible, so let's change the song À la volonté du peuple."
He spoke French, and Sun Chao was not fooled this time, "Do you have an English name?"
"Ha, Do you hear the people sing in the tragic world"
Sun Chao is one head and three big.
"Oh, it's almost done, this is a classic."
Xu Chuan patted the other person's shoulder impatiently. He had no intention of talking nonsense to others now.
Two bodyguards came up to lift Sun Chao aside, and Xu Chuan went out.
After asking someone for a car, Xu Chuan drove the hotel where Xuela stayed.
However, as soon as he drove out of this street, Xu Chuan saw that Feins' car followed.
OK, forget it...
...
At this time, Xuela had already returned to the hotel, and she was also busy for a long time to prepare for the concert.
However, she still remembered what Xu Chuan said to her before, and after taking a shower, she found several pajamas with very efficient fabrics from her luggage.
"Which one is better to choose? He likes black."
Wiping her hair with a towel, she reached out to one of the black sets with her right hand, but she thought about it and changed her mind.
"Maybe changing the taste will give him more freshness."
Xuela finally chose a white gauze dress, put on a few POSSs in the mirror, and said to herself, "Perfect"
Then she lay on the bed waiting for Xu Chuan to arrive...and then fell asleep without surprise.
Xuela didn't wake up until Xu Chuan opened the door with the room card he had given him.
She also took a plane for more than ten hours, and then kept rehearsing, and the fatigue level can be imagined.
Xu Chuan squatted down beside the bed and looked at the other person with some amusement.
With a white gauze skirt, underwear, white stockings, and snow-dyed blond hair, she lies on the soft bed like a sleeping angel.
He reached out and touched Xuela's cheek, which successfully caused the other party to murmur, and even pouted and shook his head.
"Oh……"
Smile, lowered his head and kissed the other person's lips, then stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
I don’t know why the thoughts that wanted to make this woman go to death seemed to disappear.
Xuela suddenly woke up in the early morning. In the darkness, she could feel a man holding her behind her back.
In the hazy state, she immediately felt the most familiar aura.
"Haha, my dear..."
Xuela immediately turned around and reached out to hug the other person tightly.
Of course, Xu Chuan had woken up too. He raised his hand and turned on the bedside light and looked at the time. It was just half past four.
"When did you come, why didn't you wake me up? Am I dreaming now?"
Xuela leaned against his chest and raised her head, her eyes still had a confused look of not being awake.
"Yes, you're not awake yet."
Xu Chuan lowered his head and leaned over. A giggle came from the woman in his arms, and then slowly turned into a bloody rustling sound.
...
After a while, Xuela gradually calmed down and turned her body and crawled over like a snake.
"You bastard~"
Xuela pressed him down, and then the two of them got entangled again.
"When will you leave?"
...
The woman went from tilting her head to leaning down to supporting her body with her arms, and then lying completely on Xu Chuan, which didn't take long.
In the end, I had to hand over the initiative again.
...
Just after six o'clock, Xu Chuan returned to the apartment. At this time, the people in the program team had already gotten up and started preparing for the filming of this day.
He couldn't help but move his waist when he got out of the car.
Before dawn, he went back to his room to take a shower and change his clothes, and then went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
They are going to Champagne Castle today, and the gathering time is eight o'clock, and they will set off even if they take a taxi at around seven o'clock.
I made a sandwich for nine people, and it was only half past six.
Then he began to smash the doors in the room one by one, and successfully called everyone up.
I just don't know if these people are angry.
"We set out at 7:10, and we couldn't catch up with the bus and ran to Champagne Castle."
A group of people went to bed at three or four in the morning, and it was really painful to wake up at this time.
"I just went to bed."
Rong Zishan leaned against the door frame with his eyes closed, "I recited the poem until almost five o'clock."
Xu Chuan sneered, "Ha, then, what masterpiece are you memorizing, Mr. Rong?"
Rong Zishan yawned and replied weakly, "Shuituo Songtou."
"Don't NM be able to memorize it in junior high school? You've memorized it until the early morning. Do you plan to seem to work hard or do you plan to seem to be an idiot?"
"It's so fast that five o'clock, have you ever thought about the mood of the camera elder brother?"
A string of NM Garters directly criticized Rong Zishan for being stressed.
"I'm so sick. I came over early in the morning and asked me to scold me. Is your brain not developing or your cerebellum shrinking early?"