Idol and school grass are at the same table

The person who sent the wechat was Ji Ting's former teammate and the current captain of their group, He Xiaoyang.

The name that he hadn't contacted for a long time suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, making Ji Ting in a trance for a moment.

He Xiaoyang is one year older than Ji Ting, and joined the company around the same time as him, and both of them were rappers at the beginning.

Ji Ting first stepped into this industry when he was 13 years old. He participated in a rap competition and got good results.

At the end of the competition, many companies wanted to sign him, and many companies offered excellent conditions, but Ji Ting still chose Xinghe Entertainment, which did not promise anything, and was not even sure whether he would be able to make his debut.

When Ji Ting joined the company, he was young, but he was famous. Many trainees were curious about him, and even trainees from different classes slipped over to watch him practice.

He Xiaoyang and Ji Ting are in the same class, and he joined the company only two days earlier than Ji Ting

In the same class, most of them are seniors who have practiced for a long time, so the two are naturally closer.

Later, the two met a few trainees from the same batch, and then the trainees from the same batch walked around, and those who were eliminated were eliminated. The remaining few still practiced together, and their relationship became closer.

The company has a plan to launch a new men's group, and a few more people have been added in, and everyone will practice together and compete with each other.

The plan was put on hold for a while, Ji Ting and two other trainees were sent by the company to participate in the talent show, and after returning, there were a few fewer people in the team.

The debut plan was also adjusted again, and people were added again, and "eleven" started.

They are all young children who work hard for their dreams. They have been together for a long time and have deep feelings for each other.

Ji Ting has a good relationship with several people, especially He Xiaoyang and the others who practiced together from the very beginning.

These people didn't pay in vain, and now they are all going to debut.

He Xiaoyang's WeChat only has a short line: [Let's come out and get together when you have time. ]

Ji Ting stared at the dialog box several times, raised his hand and didn't know what to type, and deleted all of them one by one.

Just like this repeated over and over again, in Ji Ting's dialog box, there is still no word, but the three words "He Xiaoyang" at the top have become "the other party is typing".

Ji Ting typed, deleted, and typed, but the last word was not left, but a new WeChat message popped out at this moment.

[We will be on vacation soon, and they all miss you very much. ]

[I heard from Brother Hao that you are about to go on vacation. ]

[When you have time, let's come out and get together, Captain. ]

Looking at the phone, Ji Ting froze for a moment, his expression quickly returned to normal, but the hand holding the phone trembled slightly, fully revealing his inner thoughts.

The word "captain" pierced Ji Ting's heart like a knife, making him unable to breathe for a moment.

When he retired from the competition, Ji Ting didn't discuss it with anyone, so he posted a Weibo before going to the company.

In fact, although the company was dissatisfied with his actions, it still wanted to make amends. It was Ji Ting who insisted on refusing.

Ji Ting's popularity is high, and soon after posting Weibo, he was on the trending search, and he was posted on the trending search for several days, creating a commotion.

Several teammates only found out at this time. They called Ji Ting in turn, but Ji Ting didn't answer any of them. Later, he simply took out the phone card.

After that, the contract was terminated and the dormitory was moved. Ji Ting never showed up again, nor did he meet any of his former brothers.

Several people also sent Ji Ting a lot of WeChat, but Ji Ting never replied.

After a long time, the company also began to manage several other people, and Ji Ting never received their WeChat messages.

After a long time, Ji Ting himself thought that it was over like this.

Ji Ting is very clear that he did not handle this matter well, impulsive, extreme, unilaterally cut off contact with everyone, hid alone, and thought that this was a good decision for everyone.

But he has no choice, he knows that he is not the only one being hacked, and he also knows that if someone likes him, someone will hate him, but he still can't stop caring about other people's opinions.

Only escape, cowardly but effective.

"Brother Ting, Brother Ting."

Cao Yutong, who was across the aisle from Ji Ting, waved something in his hand and shouted.

Ji Ting turned his head to look at him, paused for a while, "What's wrong?"

"I just saw that you are still here." Cao Yutong said and handed over the things in his hand, "Brother Xing asked the class teacher to recite them during the day and put them on my desk."

Ji Ting responded, and took a look at it. It was a stack of his own history papers.

Those papers were the previous history homework, and there were a few typical short-answer questions. After Wang Xueyan finished speaking, she asked the students to memorize them.

Shen Zhixing listened to the lectures completely at will, he listened to a few sentences if he wanted to, and arranged various leisure and entertainment activities if he didn't want to, let alone taking notes.

In the history class, Wang Xueyan was forced to write two strokes, but the memorization was very casual, all kinds of abbreviations, less writing, and the words were so scribbled that I couldn't recognize them.

Therefore, as long as he needed notes and the like, Shen Zhixing would ask Ji Ting very rudely.

Putting the paper on the table casually, Cao Yutong handed over another one, "Is this yours too, Brother Ting?"

Ji Ting took it without looking at it, only to realize that it wasn't his own after getting it.

There was no name written in the notebook, so Ji Ting opened it, and with just one glance, he knew who it belonged to.

Ji Ting didn't believe that there was a second person in his class who could write that word.

"Fuck, it belongs to Brother Xing?" Cao Yutong watched Ji Ting put the book on Shen Zhixing's desk, and leaned over in surprise, "He still takes notes? No, I have to observe and observe."

Ji Ting was still thinking about He Xiaoyang's WeChat, he didn't take it seriously, he lowered his head and took out the phone to unlock it.

"My God, brother Xing, what's the situation? Spring has sprouted?"

Cao Yutong suddenly yelled while holding the book, and pushed the book in front of Ji Ting, "Quick, I have to show you something so exciting first."

The phone in Ji Ting's hand was not unlocked, and he frowned slightly when he heard his ghostly scream.

"Wait, you probably can't understand his vague and casual words." Cao Yutong picked up the notebook as if remembering something, "I'll be your interpreter."

"I don't want to see you suffer, I don't want to see you get hurt, as long as you say a word, I can bear everything for you."

"In your eyes, it is the sadness that I will never be able to empathize with, but I have a delusion that I can be the one who makes you forget everything."

Cao Yutong read a few sentences, but instead of making Ji Ting laugh, he leaned back and laughed in Shen Zhixing's seat.

"It seems that Brother Ting is not bored reading romance novels." Cao Yutong laughed enough and took out his mobile phone to take a few photos of Shen Zhixing's book, "He didn't write it himself, did he?"

Before he took the photo, Ji Ting pulled the notebook in front of him and admired his whole page of youth pain literature, "I can't tell, although his composition is not very good, but I think he is still hypocritical. Quite a voice."

Cao Yutong laughed wildly again, turned around and took out his mobile phone from the drawer, "Come on, it's no fun just the two of us having fun, post it to the group so that everyone can relax when the final exam is approaching."

"It's possible, but it's not necessary." Ji Tingyun glanced at him, "I think you're going to post it, and your two-day review may be wasted—you can leave this beautiful world without taking the exam."

Shen Xiaoba's youth pain literature was still posted in the group, but it was not Cao Yutong.

Before going to the examination room after morning self-study the next day, He Wenqian and others gathered around Shen Zhixing's desk, laughing at him unabashedly.

"Shen Zhixing, I really didn't realize that you are quite literary." He Wenqian flipped through Ci's snatch from Shen Zhixing and couldn't help laughing, "How many bloody essays have you read?"

"You only read dog-blooded novels." Shen Zhixing snatched the book from her without any gentlemanly demeanor at all, "I just read novels and copied them casually."

"But it's very intriguing for you to copy this kind of thing." Qin Yang looked at Shen Zhixing winkingly with an expression of "we all understand", "What class is it?"

As soon as Qin Yang asked this, the booing crowd fell silent and stared at Shen Zhixing expectantly.

Ji Ting, who was packing up at the side, also stopped what he was doing and turned his head.

Shen Zhixing's eyes swept over several people, and unconsciously landed on Ji Ting.

Ji Ting also happened to look up.

The eyes of the two met instantly, and Shen Zhixing saw his eyes that were too bright.

Shen Zhixing's throat tightened, and he suddenly remembered something.

Class that day was really boring, so Shen Zhixing borrowed a few novels from the girls in the class.

In fact, he really didn't like to read these outrageously exaggerated novels, but in comparison, Shen Zhixing didn't like to listen to the math teacher's lectures, so he still read them.

The novel is indeed quite boring. After reading it for a while, Shen Zhixing found it boring. He put down the book and looked at Ji Ting, thinking about how to tease him again.

Ji Ting was busy attending class, and frowned at him, guessing that he was going to act like a demon again, and warned him, "I'll tell you in advance, I'm bored today, so be careful."

Shen Zhixing smiled, and picked up the romance novel, "How about I tell you a story to make you happy? I think these plots are a bit mentally handicapped, but they still make people feel happy."

Shen Xiaoba not only loves the poor, but also has first-class mobility. He immediately took the book and began to read in a low voice.

It didn't work for Ji Ting to scold him, and it didn't work for him to kick him. He was so annoyed by him that he kept turning sideways in the other direction, wishing to turn his back directly to Shen Zhixing.

Shen Zhixing had had enough trouble, he lowered his head and went to read the novel by himself.

After turning a few pages, Shen Zhixing suddenly stopped.

I don't know why, although the words are sour and hypocritical, but he feels a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Uncontrollably, Ji Ting's face appeared in his mind, and his eyes unconsciously glanced at the person next to him.

Shen Zhixing stared at the book for a few seconds, pulled out a book randomly from the drawer, and copied the sentences from the novel with a pen.

"Who the hell is it?" He Wenqian patted Shen Zhixing's desk a few times, and continued pointingly, "Did I know him?"

The few people next to him couldn't do anything, and the No. 1 person was also excited.

Shen Zhixing rolled his Adam's apple, turned his eyes away from Ji Ting, and looked at the few people with an inscrutable smile, "Want to know?"

"I won't tell you guys. If you don't study hard, you will know the gossip every day." Shen Zhixing said, but for a moment, he unconsciously glanced at Ji Ting beside him, "Everything is copied. Copied! Copied!"

"Even if I really like someone, I won't tell you. One by one, it's like a horn growing on my mouth. If you say something, I'll see you in the group immediately."

Shen Zhixing scolded several people angrily, they were honest for a few seconds, and quickly changed the topic to make Xiaoba Shen even more embarrassed.

"But Brother Ting, it's great that you can understand his words. I read it several times before I could barely figure out what he drew."

"Really, Brother Xing's writing is not something that can be understood by knowing Chinese characters."

Ji Ting was deeply touched by their words, "I don't understand, Cao Yutong translated it for me, and it's in the middle."

"Wait a minute." Shen Zhixing, who hadn't reacted after watching them quarrel, suddenly turned to Cao Yutong when he heard this, "I said that something feels wrong."

"Did you translate it for him? Did you just translate it for him or did you translate it first?" Shen Zhixing's mind turned quickly at this time, watching Cao Yutong's eyes became more and more dangerous, "Is that the photo? Did you let him send it too?"

Before Cao Yutong could quibble, he was slapped on the back of the head by Shen Zhixing, "I just said how could my deskmate do such a boring thing and still get hit? You can do it, kid."

"Yes, yes, it's me, it's all me." Cao Yutong was beaten up by Shen Zhixing, and he couldn't bear to admit all the crimes, but he was very dissatisfied with his attitude, "But what you did to me and brother Ting The attitude is too different, right? When you thought Brother Ting did it, you kept looking at him, why did you start doing it as soon as you got here?"

"Also, even if I saw it, he posted it himself in the group. How could Brother Ting be someone who can do whatever I say with just a few words?"

"You're still not convinced?" Shen Zhixing picked up the pencil case and knocked him on the head, and said confidently, "I'm a double standard, what's wrong with you?"

"That's Ji Ting, Ji Ting can do anything, but you can't."

The final exam lasted for three days, and the schedule was very generous. There were only two exams a day, and the rest of the time went back to class for self-study.

Ji Ting made a lot of progress in the last monthly exam and completely left the last exam room.

Shen Xiaoba also improved a bit, but that improvement was only enough for him to move from the back of the last row to the front.

He was no longer in the same exam room, and Ji Ting was not that quiet either. Once he returned to the classroom after the exam, Shen Zhixing gathered another group of people to chatter beside him.

The classroom was going to be used as an examination room, so the desks were all emptied and moved, and the deskmates were also dismantled. Ji Ting moved to a place next to the wall, and Shen Zhixing moved to the side next to him in the aisle.

Even though he was separated by an aisle, Shen Zhixing still did not give up harassing his deskmate.

Eight self-study classes after the English test.

Only the last subject of geography in the afternoon was left for the final exam. The students in Class [-] were already wild, and started the holiday mode in advance. Groups of three or five gathered together to discuss how to spend the holiday.

"I haven't left homework these few days, and the grades haven't come out, so I have to hurry up and waste my time."

"Yes, after the results, I guess I only have to make up lessons during my vacation."

"My mother enrolled me in mathematics and English, and she asked me to make up what she could."

"Me too. My mother also enrolled me in a self-study class. I don't understand why I, a liberal arts student, have to suffer this kind of crime."

The brothers chatted more and more sadly, and the newspaper group accused their own mother who was inhumane and enrolled him in various classes.

Ji Ting read the book with his head bowed in his seat, without reading a single word, his ears were filled with all kinds of noisy voices.

Shen Zhixing couldn't stay idle anymore, he waved the geography review materials in his hand and called Ji Ting, "Hey, Ting Ting."

Ji Ting was very dissatisfied with his title, "Call again."

"Oh, don't be shy, isn't this a good name?" Shen Zhixing yawned, looking at Ji Ting's gradually cold eyes and finally gave in, "Hey, don't look at me like that, I'll change it, brother Ting, Ji Ting, the same table, or baby is not impossible, which one do you like?"

"I don't like any of them." Ji Ting looked up at him, "If you have something to say, get out."

"Then baby." Shen Zhixing said intentionally, before Ji Ting moved to the side, "You don't need to make up lessons during the winter vacation, do you?"

Ji Ting didn't want to talk to him, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Then how about I come to play with you when I have nothing to do?" Shen Zhixing chuckled and stretched his long legs in front of Ji Ting, "When they are on vacation, they devote themselves to various cram schools, they are busier than going to school."

Shen Zhixing's legs kicked on Ji Ting's stool dishonestly, swaying, it was disturbing to watch.

"It's not good." Ji Ting glared at him, "Take it away."

Not only did Shen Zhixing not restrain himself, he even intensified, pulled the stool to the side, stretched his feet forward, put them into the gap between Ji Ting's table and chair, and rubbed Ji Ting's with his own feet, " I don't."

This action finally made Ji Ting, who had been keeping aloof and didn't want to talk to Shen Zhixing, respond.

Ji Ting turned his leg to the side, raised his toe and kicked Shen Zhixing's calf, "Get lost."

Shen Zhixing was very happy to be kicked by him, he grinned, and wanted to raise his leg and stretch his foot inward again.

Ji Ting turned around directly, one leg blocked in front of the chair, preventing his leg from passing.

The two struggled to block the other and tried to poke their feet in from various angles, making noise as if no one else was there. Someone next to them saw their movements and stopped their movements to look at them.

"Look, what are Xiaoba Shen and the big star doing?"

"Damn, these two, this is a fight between elementary school chickens."

"Don't insult the elementary school chicken, the kids here don't fight like this anymore, how naive."

"There is still a little bit of ambiguity in the childishness. These two people are really getting more and more basic now, especially Brother Xing."

"Be careful with what you say. Don't think that he has a good temper just because he is making trouble now. His good temper is very distracting."

"No, his good temper is only for big stars."

The classmates in the class chatted again, but suddenly quieted down after a while.

The two big guys behind didn't notice that something was wrong. You kicked me and kicked me and made a fuss.

"Is it fun?"

Ji Ting kicked Shen Zhixing's calf, but heard a somewhat angry voice, he raised his head, and met the dean's eyes that were about to burst into flames.

"Your class! Your class is the most troublesome in the whole grade. You haven't finished the exam yet. You have given yourself a holiday in advance? You have to ask your class teacher to watch!" The dean was so angry that he turned around after cursing. He continued to look at Ji Ting and Shen Zhixing, "There are you two, what are you doing? Stand up for me!"

"Shen Zhixing, it's you again!" The dean looked at Shen Zhixing with a headache, "It's fine if you don't study, and you're still pulling others to play! Did you not write enough in the self-criticism or did you not get enough punishment? Otherwise, you will finish the exam this afternoon. Let’s try, let me leave you a few self-criticisms as homework first?”

"And you, Ji Ting!" After the dean finished talking about Shen Zhixing, he looked at Ji Ting again, "Weren't you very honest before? Why, now that I'm familiar with you at the same table, I can play well?"

"I really don't understand, two young men, if you don't study hard, what kind of kindergarten children's games are you playing? Do I have to call your parents over and let them tell you two to get along well with your children and don't fight?"

Ji Ting listened to the teacher's instruction, glanced at Shen Zhixing from the corner of his eye, but happened to meet the man's gaze.

Noticing Ji Ting's gaze, Shen Zhixing smiled.

Ji Ting was helpless with this man's face, turned his head away, and stopped looking at him.

The dean taught Class [-] for several minutes, watched them take out their books to review one by one, calmed down, and then went out with their stomachs straight.

Before leaving the classroom, he knocked on Qin Yang's desk a few times, "Take the book and show it to me on the podium, if your class quarrels again, I will settle the score with you first.

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V is late, sorry, I will try to make up for the rest of the time