Interstellar Empire, Your Highness, please don’t get sick.

The person who came to pick up Yan Zhao was Wei Shaojie's assistant. He hadn't even made his debut yet, but he actually had an assistant. Yan Zhao didn't understand.

They took the elevator straight to the 60th floor. The female assistant led the way and said with a smile: "You are finally here. Shao Jie has been making trouble these past two days and insisted on leaving the company to find you. Fortunately, you agreed to come over the weekend." "

Yan Zhao looked around curiously and said, "Is this a dormitory area? It looks like a hotel."

There are large porcelain vases and bright flowers placed in the middle of each door. The chandeliers have an ancient European retro style, more like a high-end hotel than an entertainment company.

"This floor is where the company's most promising new star artists live." The female assistant is still young, with obvious longing on her face, "Shao Jie will definitely become famous. By then, he won't have to live in a dormitory. He can live in the capital. It’s the best place in the world to buy a house!”

Yan Zhao nodded: "He is quite good-looking."

"It's more than that." The female assistant said with pride. "This week of training, all the teachers said that he is very talented and knows how to attract others' attention. Moreover, he can sing and dance instantly. The acting skills are also great!”

"He, he is so powerful..." Yan Zhao was a little doubtful whether the female assistant was talking about the Wei Shaojie he knew.

"We're here." When she came to the last door, the female assistant swiped her room card and the door automatically slid sideways.

"Zhao Zhao!" I heard his voice before I saw him.

Yan Zhao only saw an afterimage flashing before his eyes, and then his whole body was entangled with hands and feet.

Wei Shaojie's light golden hair rubbed against his neck, and Yan Zhao reluctantly leaned against the wall to catch his tall and heavy body.

"Get off...get off..."

Wei Shaojie reluctantly landed on the ground and stepped back, his hands still firmly holding Yan Zhao's shoulders. The two of them looked at each other. His clear sea-blue eyes were extremely lethal to anyone - except Yan Zhao. Zhao.

He is very familiar with Wei Shaojie. If you give him a little help, he can fly into the sky.

"Let me go quickly." Yan Zhao patted his hand, "I came here by underground high-speed rail, I have to wash my hands first."

Wei Shaojie grabbed him smoothly, put his palm next to his cheek, and rubbed it happily.

The face with perfect lines in the eyes of the agent and assistant, like a god descending from the earth, now showed an expression of intoxication that was unbearable to look at.

The female assistant opened her mouth so wide that she could swallow a cow alive.

"Shao Shao Shao..."

"Lily." Wei Shaojie waved to her, finally picked up some of the male god's baggage, stood up straight, waved his hand and said, "Thank you for today, please take a break and rest."

Lily was devastated and walked out of the room in a daze, patting her forehead in the corridor.

Is that really Wei Shaojie? Is it the Wei Shaojie who is careless about everything, and can charm people to death with an occasional smile?

Is this not his true face? God, I hope he doesn't show this side after his debut, otherwise the fans will be too disillusioned.

In the room, Wei Shaojie clung to Yan Zhao and accompanied him to the bathroom to wash his hands.

He couldn't stop talking. Although he and Yan Zhao had only been apart for three weeks, it seemed like three years had passed. He wanted to tell him everything about not being together.

"Zhaozhaozhao, my dad asked me to bring you the hot sauce he made. Your cafeteria must not be delicious, right? I heard that people in Capital Star have relatively light appetites, and the peppers grown here are not delicious."

"By the way, my agent gave me a lot of salary in advance. I bought you chocolate imported from the Arctic Principality. Let's eat it together later!"

"Have you made any new friends at school..."

Yan Zhao was ready to spend the whole day here, because Wei Shaojie would never let him leave.

The double bed was covered with colorful chocolates. Yan Zhao put on his pajamas and sat on opposite sides of the bed with Wei Shaojie, eating and chatting.

Of course, it was impossible for Yan Zhao to tell Wei Shaojie that he was bullied at school. This guy has a fiery temperament and will definitely rush to school and do irrational things.

"This is the palm-shaped reconnaissance aircraft I assembled in my experimental class." Yan Zhao showed him the picture on the bracelet.

Wei Shaojie chuckled: "Isn't this too simple for you? My dad taught you this when you were 7 years old."

Yan Zhao curled his lips and pulled up another photo: "I saw Master's name in the school history museum. He is the mechanic of the championship team in the flying ball game."

"Imperial College really has a flying ball game." Wei Shaojie said with dissatisfaction.

This kind of competition is absolutely impossible to exist in Edge Star. Not everyone has the financial resources to build flashy single-person aircraft. This is an aristocratic sport in the interstellar age.

It is said that there was a very famous world-class literary work on the ancient earth, and the flying ball game came from the Quidditch game in it. But people use magic, while Gamma Galaxy uses technology.

"Speaking of which, Capital Star doesn't like ancient earth culture as much as I thought." Yan Zhao said disappointedly, "I saw some swords imitating ancient times among the props at the Mid-Autumn Festival Party, but no one recognized them."

Wei Shaojie didn't care much about this. Anyway, his father always scolded him for being ignorant and incompetent.

Oh my god, there is already enough knowledge to be learned in the compulsory education stage in the empire, okay? Who is still interested in studying ancient earth culture?

"Only a genius like you..." Wei Shaojie muttered. Suddenly, the doorbell rang at the door.

Yan Zhao wanted to get out of bed, but was stopped by Wei Shaojie: "You are in the bedroom. It's probably my agent who has something to do with me. After we talk, I will come and play with you."

After he left the bedroom, Yan Zhao had just peeled off the wrapper of a piece of chocolate when he heard Wei Shaojie's sudden voice: "Brother Qian, why can he come in? This is my room!"

There was a strange voice advising him: "Shao Jie, this is the young master of the chairman's family. Please be obedient. Young Master Song just wants to see the situation of our main artists this quarter and have a chat with you."

Yan Zhao's eyebrows skipped a beat, and he immediately realized who was coming.

Regardless of the fact that he was still wearing pajamas, he rushed out of the bedroom to the door, grabbed Wei Shaojie's hand and said, "Shaojie, don't be impulsive."

Song Tingxi was wearing a long beige windbreaker, with her hands in the pockets of the windbreaker. She looked cool, and looked down at the hands held by the two of them with a sad expression.

"Yan Zhao, why don't you invite your roommate to come in and sit down?"

Wei Shaojie was surprised: "He, he is your roommate?"

Manager Wang Qian's face was almost broken with laughter. He rubbed his hands and said, "Isn't this a coincidence? Shaojie, you have to entertain Mr. Song well. Isn't it fate that your friend can meet the beloved son of our chairman? ?"

Wei Shaojie felt that something was wrong with Song Tingxi, but Yan Zhao kept squeezing his hand beside him, which made him suppress the idea of ​​kicking the person out, and reluctantly said: "Then you come in."

"You guys talk, you talk, I'll get someone to bring you some food and drink." Wang Qian thoughtfully helped close the door.