Idol and school grass are at the same table

Zhao Hao is good at other things, his destructive ability is top-notch, and he took the doll apart in a few minutes.

He removed one of the doll's eyes, exposing a black pinhole camera to the air.

"How many times have you used this power bank?" Zhao Hao took out the thing, and asked softly after a long silence, "Have you taken it back to the dormitory?"

Ji Ting curled his fingers slightly, "I just used it once when the battery was out of power yesterday."

Zhao Hao breathed a sigh of relief, "That's okay, it should be because I didn't take any pictures."

Ji Ting looked at the camera and didn't speak.

He suddenly remembered the intentional or unintentional touch of Liu Ning's fingers when he gave him something before the exam, and how she looked at him standing at the back door of the classroom when he ignored her many times.

At that time, Ji Ting only felt that her eager eyes were a little unusual, but he didn't think much about it, and was even a little moved.

Ji Ting has always cared about his fans. Whether it was before or after his retirement, he was even more grateful from the bottom of his heart to those strangers who stood firmly on his side.

Ji Ting's thoughts drifted farther and farther, and more and more details that he hadn't noticed before slowly emerged in his mind, and they were strung together bit by bit.

The breakfast and letters delivered on time every day, and the chance encounters near the classroom from time to time.

Even earlier, the surreptitious shooter who was far away on the playground did not see clearly at the time, but when I think about it now, everything is right - it is obviously the girl who looks shy and shy.

Would such a girl do such a thing?It turned out that those warm actions were just a disguise.

Sure enough, no one would really treat themselves aimlessly, no matter what worship or liking, but to satisfy some unspoken purposes in their hearts.

Immediately, another girl's face appeared in his mind, a face that was completely different from Liu Ning but brought him the same pain.

Unpleasant memories swept Ji Ting's body with an unforgettable chill.

Zhao Hao watched his face getting worse and worse, probably guessed what he was thinking, quickly put the things into his pocket, and put his arms around Ji Ting's shoulders, "It's okay, I'll let Xiao Wang contact the school right now, such a young man A child can do this, and this has to be dealt with."

Although he kept comforting Ji Ting, his own voice trembled a little, his tone was also very aggressive, and there was a rare seriousness in his eyes.

Ji Ting still didn't move, more and more deliberately ignored memories flooded his mind.

In fact, it's not like he hasn't encountered such things as illegitimate birth and following filming before.

Although he has not officially debuted yet, Ji Ting has participated in two very popular drafts before participating in "eleven", and his results are also good, and he has attracted a large number of fans.

If there are many people who like it, it is inevitable that there will be extreme people. Naturally, following cars, secretly taking pictures, and blocking hotels are indispensable.

At that time, he was still working hard for his debut, he could bear it, no matter how disgusting or aggrieved he would face it with a smile.

But now that he has left, why does he still encounter this kind of thing? He has even given up on the dream he has fought for for a long time, so what should he do?

For a moment, Ji Ting felt as if he was in a world of ice and snow, the surroundings were cold, and he was also cold. A heart that was once lively and enthusiastic was frozen unconscious by the biting cold.

Looking at Ji Ting's wide-open eyes and slightly red eye sockets, obviously looking like he was about to cry, Zhao Hao felt a "thump" in his heart.

He almost watched Ji Ting grow up and knew him very well, but he had never seen him like this.

Ji Ting has a stubborn temper. In the past, when he was wronged and scolded by people on the Internet, he only opened up a small account and never showed a little vulnerability in front of others.

Zhao Hao panicked, raised his hand and patted Ji Ting's back a few times, opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

There are many words of comfort, but they always seem too light to say.

He and Ji Ting met at a rap talent show five years ago. The two were in the same group and had many collaborations.

Zhao Hao has always been a very sociable person, he can chat with anyone, and he takes good care of this boy who is much younger than him but very talented.

Later, Ji Ting joined Xinghe as a trainee, Zhao Hao also got to know many Xinghe artists because of his own label, and the relationship between the two became closer.

In addition to Ji Ting's family, Zhao Hao also felt a little bit distressed for him, and naturally cared about him, taking care of him as if he was his own brother.

For so many years, Zhao Hao has been watching how much Ji Ting has paid for his debut.

He is also very clear about what Ji Ting has experienced, black rumors, retirement, everything, and even some little-known behind-the-scenes, Zhao Hao knows.

But there was nothing he could do, he couldn't stand up when Ji Ting was hacked to pieces, all he could do was try his best to find a way out for Ji Ting after he retired.

After all, all the care he takes for Ji Ting now is not simply treating him as his own brother, but more out of inner guilt and wanting to make up.

Because of this, Zhao Hao didn't know how to react to Ji Ting like this.

Just when Zhao Hao was racking his brains to say something, a bell rang.

He sighed, turned around and touched his phone to glance at it. It was indeed a message from his assistant.

Ji Ting's body froze again, as if some switch had been touched, he stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and stood up from the sofa.

"It's Brother Wang." Ji Ting's voice was muffled, and he tilted his head slightly, "Let's go, don't delay your flight."

Zhao Hao glanced at him hesitantly, but didn't say anything, picked up his phone and called his assistant.

It was getting late, Zhao Hao sent Ji Ting downstairs, gave a few instructions and left.

Ji Ting didn't need him to accompany him, he went upstairs alone.

Opening the door, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar house, Ji Ting was stunned for a moment.

When Ji Ting was a trainee, he lived in the dormitory all the time. After leaving Xinghe, he only went home for a day or two before being picked up by Zhao Hao who was afraid that something would happen to him. This so-called home has not been lived in for a long time.

Although someone comes to clean it regularly, the house is still clean and tidy, but it is not popular at all.

After tidying up briefly, Ji Ting turned on the TV in the living room.

There's nothing he wants to see, he just wants to hear some sound, so that he can stop thinking about it.

He ate too little at noon, and Ji Ting was already very hungry right now.

Ji Ting went to the kitchen to search around, but there was nothing as expected, he struggled for a few seconds between going out to buy something and ordering takeaway, and decisively picked up his phone.

Turning on the phone, I found several private message reminders on Weibo.

Ji Ting's previous Weibo account has always been managed by the company, and he usually uses a small account.

His trumpet has always been tightly guarded, and he usually retweets it. He rarely posts anything, never says anything that reveals his identity, and there are not many fans, who are basically zombie fans.

Also because of this, after Ji Ting left Xinghe, he has been using this trumpet.

But now the person who sent a private message to Ji Ting has a big V logo hanging brightly under his avatar, obviously he is not a zombie fan.

Ji Ting looked at the familiar Weibo ID "Z.cjmnx" in the notification bar, and his depressed mood just now was much better, and he was even a little nervous and looking forward to it.

He slightly bent his fingers and clicked on Weibo.

The private message is actually a reply to the message Ji Ting sent in the past. It is as short as ever, but it is strange that there is no sense of alienation.

Ji Ting replied the message, huddled on the sofa holding his phone and thought for a while, and then sent him another cute emoticon package stolen from Zhao Hao.

After posting, I was a little nervous again, and I always felt that it was not good to be too enthusiastic.

Embarrassed and expectant, Ji Ting clicked into that person's Weibo homepage again.

They are all reposted Weibo, with similar content, most of them are cartoon promotions.

The promotion was so careless that I didn't even bother to think about the accompanying text. I either posted an emoji or didn't write it at all, and I almost typed the four characters "forced to open" directly.

When Ji Ting was a trainee, he didn't have much free time, even if he had a break, he couldn't go out and play as he wanted. Over time, he developed a standard otaku hobby-reading comics.

This Z.cjmnx is a painter that Ji Ting likes very much.

Although the name is as casual as if he rolled his face on the keyboard, he is a genuinely popular painter.

God Z is aloof and mysterious, he doesn't like nonsense, he doesn't have many works, but each of them is loved by many people, he doesn't go out of the circle, but his popularity is definitely not low.

When Ji Ting first noticed Z.cjmnx, he was just a rookie with few fans.

Probably because Ji Ting often commented, and Z.cjmnx was familiar with him. Slowly, the two would occasionally chat in private messages.

Ji Ting is not a person who knows how to chat, and Z is aloof. Actually, the two of them don't talk much, but they have a lot of topics. After a long time, the relationship between the two has become closer, and even the things in life are occasionally discussed. I can chat a few words.

Although there is still some distance from becoming "friends", it is definitely not an ordinary painter and reader fan.

God Z was probably also browsing Weibo, and the reply was sent very quickly, still short, no nonsense, but always answering questions.

The two chatted a few more words, and Z.cjmnx went offline.

Ji Ting was holding his phone in a daze when he suddenly saw several new messages on WeChat.

It's a school bully who can give people a headache even if they don't click on it.