Idol and school grass are at the same table

Shen Zhixing didn't feel like a guest at all, and when he entered the room, he turned on the TV.

Ji Ting didn't say anything, brought him a drink, sat down and opened the food bought by Shen Zhixing, put it on the coffee table, and signaled Shen Zhixing to eat together.

Although he was hungry just now, he was not in the mood, didn't know how to cook, and was too lazy to order takeaway, so he only ate some snacks.

In addition, I ran out without eating much at noon, so I was really hungry at the moment.

The two of them didn't speak, and they competed with the food on their own.

The sound of the skits from the Spring Festival Gala came from the TV. It was a bit noisy, but it added some popularity to the empty house.

After eating almost, Shen Zhixing finally took back his eyes from staring at the TV, looked at Ji Ting, and asked nonsense, "Did you quarrel with your brother?"

Ji Ting let out a "hmm" without much change in tone, "Is the marketing account not written clearly enough?"

"It's pretty clear." Shen Zhixing smiled, "Isn't this a polite question before chatting?"

I don't know if it was because he was infected by him, or because he really calmed down, Ji Ting actually hooked the corner of his lower lip, "Then what are you going to talk about?"

"What are you talking about?" Shen Zhixing repeated, "If I talk to you about your brother now, will you hit me?"

Ji Ting thought for a while, then shook his head slightly, "Am I that irritable?"

Shen Zhixing snorted, and under Ji Ting's knife-like eyes, he smiled and shook his head sincerely, "Actually, I want to talk to you about something that can make you irritable, so I won't talk about your brother."

Ji Ting was not surprised by his beating behavior, stared at the TV, and replied casually, "If you want to leave, you don't need to bother, just get out."

Shen Zhixing didn't speak, leaned on the sofa and stared at him with his arms propped up for a few seconds, then said without thinking, "Actually, I knew you a few years ago, no, I knew you."

Ji Ting was stunned for a moment, ""comeon"?"

"Comeon" is a rap talent show that is held every year. It was the first time Ji Ting stepped into this circle to participate in this show.

The first "comeon" made many powerful rappers popular, and made the niche industry of hip-hop known to more people.

Ji Ting can also be regarded as one of the few players who have become popular. He is still the youngest and the one who is predicted by many people to have the most inestimable future.

Although he was young, he was no less popular than the others at that time, and his popularity was not low.

Ji Ting was not surprised by Shen Zhixing's words.

Shen Zhixing nodded, paused for a moment and continued, "I know you are because of my sister, she is a fan of Zhao Hao."

Now Ji Ting was really stunned.

For a moment, he remembered the photo in Shen Zhixing's drawer, opened his mouth and hesitated for a while, but still didn't ask.

Shen Zhixing didn't notice this subtle movement of his, and smiled slightly, lost in memory.

"My sister used to like him very much. The variety show was not an online variety show at the time, and every Saturday when it was broadcast, she would occupy the TV, and no one was allowed to change the channel.

"I vote every day, and I'm forced to vote too. My phone is full of rap songs, most of which are Zhao Hao's songs. I always play a part at home."

Like most people, Shen Zhiran followed the trend when he first watched "comeon" and liked rap.

But she is still different from others in some aspects, such as favorite players.

At the beginning, Zhao Hao was not very popular. Although he had a bit of fan base, there were two all-round players with strong strength and good looks. Big power faction.

Zhao Hao's strength is not bad, but he has neither a fan's face nor any outstanding points. He is considered a very inconspicuous one among the players.

However, Shen Zhixing's elder sister fell in love with him immediately, and she paid special attention to him from the beginning of the audition. Later, watching him go further and further, her liking became more and more crazy.

Shen Zhixing was young at that time, when he loved to fight with his brothers and sisters, he was very dissatisfied with her behavior of occupying the TV every week and forcing himself to vote.

However, I can't beat the noise, and I can't fight, so I can only swallow my breath and watch together.

In the beginning, out of dissatisfaction with his sister, Shen Zhixing also disliked Zhao Hao, deliberately speaking ill of Zhao Hao in front of his sister every day.

As the competition became more and more intense, Zhao Hao began to show his strength slowly. With more and more shots, more people gradually got to know him. Shen Zhixing became more honest after watching.

Although he still didn't like Zhao Hao, he slowly noticed another person.

That person obviously looked at him and forced him to be young, but when he came on stage, he made many other strong players have to admire him.

Ji Ting listened to these words he had never said before, and felt a subtle feeling in his heart.

Others knew Ji Ting didn't feel anything four or five years ago, but when it came to Shen Zhixing, he just felt different.

He couldn't help but want to lament fate hypocritically.

"I remember you were a little fat at the time." Shen Zhixing smiled suddenly, "You look like a fool, but when you sing, you look like a big boss."

Ji Ting was amused by the description he didn't know whether it was a compliment or a curse, "Thank you for your affirmation."

Shen Zhixing continued, "I also don't understand how well you sing, but I simply think you are very good. I feel that you are obviously about my age, but you dare to show yourself in front of so many people."

"Maybe it's also because of this. I didn't believe in your black material from the beginning."

After Shen Zhixing finished speaking, he touched his nose, then turned to look at the TV, feeling a little confused.

Obviously those memories are very painful for him, but as long as he thinks that there is Ji Ting in them, he will not feel so uncomfortable suddenly.

Ji Ting seems to be his hope, as long as Ji Ting is around, no matter how desperate things are, they will come back to life.

"Let me declare."

The two were silent for a few seconds, then Shen Zhixing spoke again, "I didn't say this to bring back your memories, to persuade you to reconcile with your brother, I'm not a peacemaker."

"Besides, based on the Weibo I posted on the marketing account this afternoon, as well as the performance and research of the information I got from He Wenqian and your Chaohua, I think that your quarrel with Zhao Hao is probably because of his bad and good personality."

Ji Ting expressed noncommittal to his guess, but noticed another question, "You go to Chaohua, ask He Wenqian, check the marketing account, and don't come to ask me directly?"

"Didn't I ask? Is it because you didn't reply?" Shen Zhixing was stunned for a moment, "I sent you so many messages of concern and greetings, and I wanted to know about the situation with you and get real information from you. Didn’t you even watch it?”

"It turns out that your 'concern' is to understand the situation with me. I thought you just wanted to be beaten." Ji Ting thought back to the few messages he sent at the beginning that could not be seen except that he owed a beating. , "I'm sorry, I'm just an ordinary person, and I can't understand your unique brain circuit."

"Before chatting, of course, we should exchange pleasantries first to show politeness." Shen Zhixing continued to argue, "Besides, I'm just asking you directly, will you tell me the truth?"

This sentence stopped Ji Ting.

He is not someone who likes to tell others what he thinks, especially bad things.

but……

Ji Ting thought for a few seconds, turned his head away from looking at Shen Zhixing, his voice was small and muffled, almost covered by the sound of the TV, "If it's you, it should be fine."

The Spring Festival Gala was actually not very interesting. After watching it for a while, the two couldn't stand it anymore.

Shen Zhixing checked the time with his mobile phone, "Go out and look around, I checked it when I came here just now, it's very lively outside, there should be more people now."

Ji Ting also looked at the time, "It's past eleven o'clock, why don't you wait until the Spring Festival Gala is over before going out?"

"I can't tell, but you really take this seriously." Shen Zhixing smiled, "There are activities outside, including the New Year's Eve countdown, and it's still lively, let's go."

Ji Ting's house is not far from the city center, but there are not many big taxis, and the two waited for a long time before taking a taxi to the commercial street.

There were indeed a lot of people, most of them were young couples, and occasionally a few children ran past bouncing around.

Everywhere is bustling, noisy and warm.

Although the atmosphere is warm, the temperature is completely opposite.

The cold wind howled, and the temperature at night could reach minus ten degrees, and people who went shopping were covered tightly.

Shen Zhixing shaobao returned to shaobao, but he was not made of iron, nor was he really not afraid of the cold. After walking for a while, he would get so cold that he couldn't stop washing his runny nose.

Ji Ting took out a pack of papers from his pocket and gave it to him, stopped to watch him stretch out his hand tremblingly, and commented accurately, "I think you look like a fool."

The school bully wiped his nose, raised his legs to show Ji Ting his feet with an aggrieved face, "I think I'm wearing thick clothes today, you see I'm wearing long socks, and my ankles are not showing."

Ji Ting glanced at him silently, "Yes, the lower neck is not exposed, and the upper part is not exposed."

Shen Zhixing laughed

Ji Ting stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly stretched out his hand, and pulled his indecently low zipper to his neck, with a rough movement, almost caught Shen Zhixing's flesh.

"Don't, don't, don't say it, don't do it."

Shen Zhixing yelled, trying to hide, but Ji Ting grabbed his collar with one hand.

In the next second, a warm scarf with some fragrance from Ji Ting's body was wrapped around his neck.

Near twelve o'clock, a countdown clock appeared on the advertising screen outside the mall.

The surrounding crowd boiled up.

There were too many people, Ji Ting didn't want to squeeze through, and Shen Zhixing didn't force it anymore, standing on the periphery of the crowd and watching the advertising screen from a distance.

It was the first time for Ji Ting to spend New Year's Eve in this kind of place, which was a little fresh and a little moving.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

As the countdown drew closer, the cheers grew louder.

"Ji Ting."

Amidst the tide of cheers, Ji Ting turned his head to look at the people around him, and heard him staring at him word by word and saying, "Happy birthday."

"Three, two, one!"

The New Year's bell finally rang, and there were bursts of cheers around me.

Before Ji Ting could look away from Shen Zhixing, he grabbed his arm and hugged him into his arms.

Shen Zhixing wrapped his arms around Ji Ting's back, leaned into Ji Ting's ear, and said softly in a low and smiling voice, "Happy New Year."

The author has something to say:

I think this chapter is so sweet (=^▽^=)

Don't worry, there won't be much suffering later hahahaha