Idol and school grass are at the same table

Ji Ting's hands were cold, but Shen Zhixing suddenly felt his ears burn.

Shen Zhixing glanced at Ji Ting from the corner of his eye, and at this moment the music in the earphones rang.

After a short few seconds of prelude, Ji Ting's voice reached his ears.

Ji Ting coughed and said softly, "This is... the one on that piece of paper just now, it's just a demo."

Shen Zhixing's hand holding the armrest tightened unconsciously, and he looked away.

Ji Ting's voice is not very unique when he speaks normally, but it is completely different when he sings. The treble is nice and penetrating, and at the same time it has a feeling of electronic sound.

Whether it is voice or singing, he has his own uniqueness.

Shen Zhixing glanced at the person next to him, narrowed his eyes, and said with a frivolous smile, "I heard you sing, so I know why you were asked to switch to vocal. Sure enough, Xinghe Entertainment is still very good at selecting candidates."

Ji Ting didn't speak, but the tips of his ears slowly turned red.

The song in the earphones has been played halfway, and there is a rap in the middle.

Shen Zhixing doesn't know much about music, but he only thinks his lyrics are very burning, his singing is also very powerful, and the tune is also very catchy, which makes people remember it immediately.

The time for one song passed quickly, Ji Ting pressed the pause button, and reached out to Shen Zhixing for earphones.

Shen Zhixing didn't move, watching the smile in his eyes deepened, pointed to his ears, and moved his face slightly towards his direction.

Ji Ting's face turned red "shua", and the outstretched fingers moved slightly, but in the end he stretched out his hand.

When picking it off, his hand accidentally touched Shen Zhixing's face, and Ji Ting's face, which was already red when he moved it, instantly turned red to his neck.

Even the fingertips seemed to be burned by something, it was astonishingly hot.

Shen Zhixing kept staring at Ji Ting, the smile in his eyes made Ji Ting feel uncomfortable.

The earphones in his hand were also warm. With the warmth of that person, Ji Ting held the earphones stiffly for a few seconds, then stuffed the earphones into his pocket in a panic, avoiding Shen Zhixing's gaze, and lowered his head to turn on the music on the phone. opened again.

After a while, feeling his heartbeat gradually normalized, Ji Ting took a breath and tried to make his tone sound normal, "I recorded it last time when I went home."

Shen Zhixing's eyes still didn't leave Ji Ting's face, but there was less playfulness in his eyes and more tenderness, "It sounds good."

Ji Ting finally raised his head, glanced at Shen Zhixing, but was stared at by him again and lowered his head again.

The two fell silent again, but this time it didn't seem out of embarrassment.

Ji Ting wanted to transfer, and arrived at the station within a few minutes, without even looking at Shen Zhixing, he got off the bus as if fleeing.

When we got home, it was already dark, Ji Ting simply tidied up, took a shower, and went back to his room.

Probably because Ji Ting didn't reply, Zhao Hao sent him several messages, and even made a voice call later.

Ji Ting really forgot, picked up the phone, thought for a while, and called him.

After the bell rang for a while, Zhao Hao's voice finally came out, "Are you out to play?"

Ji Ting turned on the handset and wiped his wet hair with a towel, "No, I forgot to return."

"It's really something you can do." Zhao Hao was choked up by his words, "It's a holiday? Come out in two days and meet up. Your good brothers and sisters miss you."

Zhao Hao probably had a schedule, and Ji Ting could clearly hear the busy voices of the staff around him.

Listening to the noisy voice on the phone, Ji Ting was silent for a few seconds, thinking of someone, "Did my good brothers and sisters miss me, or did my former teammates ask you for help?"

Less than a minute after the call was connected, Zhao Hao, who was so cool and domineering on stage, and who had no unstoppable stalks in the variety show, was once again speechless by Ji Ting.

"What?" Zhao Hao only thought for a moment, and blurted out pretending to be stupid, "Bloody was still talking about you yesterday, saying that you don't have any good friends at school, and it's vacation, so he has time, so he wants to take you out to play more. "

"Really?" Ji Ting expected that he would not admit it, "He Xiaoyang also told me a few days ago that you patted your chest and promised him that if you don't help him ask me out, you will release ten copies this year. regular album."

"Fuck, that brat really told you that? I was kind enough to help him, but he actually..." Zhao Hao was anxious, and then suddenly realized, "Wait, he went to find you? No, you ignore him... ...not right either..."

Zhao Hao organized the language for a long time, and finally spoke clearly, "You still have his WeChat account?"

This time, Ji Ting was silent.

He accurately grasped the key to the problem, Ji Ting was speechless for a moment.

After a while, Ji Ting chose to avoid the question, "I won't go, and I won't go to your house either. I have to study, goodbye."

"Don't bullshit with me." Zhao Hao reacted quickly and took the opportunity to turn the tables. "Usually surfing the Internet every day, and I don't see you talking about studying. Now that the final exam is over, you have studied. Would you rather review or preview?"

Zhao Hao continued talking without panting, and instantly changed the topic, "He Xiaoyang came to see me."

Ji Ting's breath was stagnant, and his hand was hanging on the screen for a long time, but he still didn't press the hang up button in the end.

On the other side of the phone, Zhao Hao also paused for a long time.

When I spoke again, the surrounding environment became much quieter, "Although I'm not the person involved, you may think that my back hurts when I say this, but He Xiaoyang didn't do anything wrong, and your former teammates didn't do anything wrong either. What - of course, I'm talking about these few people now, not including that specific one."

"You didn't delete their contact information, and you didn't change your own contact information. You can say that it's troublesome, or it can be for other reasons, but I know that you are still the same as He Xiaoyang and the others in some respects. trait."

"I know it's meddling in my position to say that, but I still don't want you to be stuck in the past like this."

Zhao Hao is usually a person who talks about everything except serious words, but Ji Ting knows that he is actually a person with a lot of thoughts and is very considerate of other people's feelings.

Of course, Ji Ting also knows that he has always been sincere to him.

When Ji Ting posted on Weibo and terminated the contract without discussing with anyone, it was Zhao Hao who made a lot of effort to find his home first and pull him out.

At that time, Zhao Hao didn't say anything or promise anything, but he helped him get everything done. He did the lawsuit and moved the dormitory.

For such a long time, Zhao Hao never said a word of reproach to Ji Ting.

In order to take care of Ji Ting's emotions, Zhao Hao tried his best not to mention things related to Xinghe Entertainment in front of him.

This made it clear that Ji Ting hadn't expected it, and he didn't know how to react.

Zhao Hao didn't speak any more.

After a long silence, Ji Ting heard the voice of the staff calling Zhao Hao.

Ji Ting exhaled lightly, opened his mouth, and Zhao Hao on the other end of the phone just opened his mouth.

"I'm going to check the process." Zhao Hao seemed to smile a little, "I'll go back in a few days and bring you out for dinner. There is no one else."

Ji Ting was stunned for a moment, picked up the phone from the table, and responded softly.

After hanging up the phone, Ji Ting took out all the things he brought back, randomly picked up a book and opened it, unable to read anything.

His mind was very chaotic, uncontrollably thinking about Zhao Hao's words over and over again.

Feeling more and more annoyed, Ji Ting threw the book aside, picked up his phone and started to scan again.

Opened Weibo, a notification popped up, Ji Ting glanced at the several former teammates on the screen, and his mood instantly became worse.

After hesitating for a moment, he clicked on Login and logged into his own account.

This is Ji Ting's habit. He usually does not log in to his account, but only when he needs it.

There is an app specially prepared for star chasing girls, where you can see the login time and number of login times of idols. In order to prevent fans from seeing these, the company has been very strict with these social apps, and the big ones are basically managed by the company. The trumpet was even more tightly covered.

Over time, Ji Ting developed this habit.

The moment he posted on Weibo, several messages popped up, besides the messy push, there was also an ID that Ji Ting was familiar with.

The news was from last time, Ji Ting hesitated for a moment, and clicked on the chat that was interrupted by He Xiaoyang's WeChat message.

After looking around, he quietly exited and clicked on his main business.

The latest Weibo update was actually 5 minutes ago, and it was an extremely rare daily post.

It's a photo. In the photo are several pots of green plants, and there are hands in the corner that only show up a little bit, with the text "Long time no see".

There are already over a hundred comments below, and many small fans went crazy "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhssesses,' praising him for looking good."

Probably because he was in a bad mood, Ji Ting flipped through the comments, but he was not as excited as usual.

He liked it and went to surf the homepage.

The homepage was also full of uninteresting things. Ji Ting looked at it for a while without interest, and then spread out his history homework and notebooks in front of him.

The phone vibrated at this moment, Ji Ting glanced at the lit screen, and pulled the phone over.

On the phone, there was a Weibo message, from Gao Leng Da Touch Z God: [Have you finished the exam? ]

The sudden concern of the male god made Ji Ting's mind go blank for a second, and his finger on the phone trembled slightly.

Although the male god took the initiative to chat with him, Ji Ting was very happy, but he was not in the mood, and the male god still talked less.

The two chatted for a few words, and the atmosphere gradually cooled down.

Seeing that Tiantian was about to die, another message popped up on Ji Ting's WeChat.

It was Zhao Hao's, a rare wechat message with more than ten characters and no two parts.

[If what I just said reminds you of bad things, then I'm really sorry, I may be self-righteous to treat you well, but you remember, no matter whether you still do this business in the future, I respect you The choice, as long as you need, I will help you. ]

Probably because he felt a little embarrassed after posting, Zhao Hao posted several sand sculpture emoticons later.

Ji Ting looked at the various moving pictures on the screen that could blind the eyes, and his heart felt a little warm, but his chest seemed to be pressed by something, and he couldn't breathe.

I don't know why, Ji Ting was obviously very moved, but suddenly he felt a little panicked.

He felt that he was unworthy, unworthy of those warmth.

After a while, Ji Ting chose to escape again and quit WeChat.

Click on Weibo, staring at God Z's profile picture in a daze.

Probably because he was a stranger, Ji Ting suddenly felt a little desire to talk, and typed a line by accident.

[If you had to give up manga, or anything else you like, what would you do? ]

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I don't know whether to say good morning or good night, so I wish everyone a happy new year (T_T)

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