Idol and school grass are at the same table

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Ji Ting woke up very late, ordered a takeaway, and started to pack his things.

Ji Yinglin had told him before that he wanted to pick him up to see the old man, but he thought it would be inappropriate not to go for the New Year's Eve, so he agreed.

They made an appointment in the afternoon, and Ji Yinglin would send him back in the evening.

While waiting for the takeaway, Ji Ting and I read Weibo on the sofa.

In the quarrel with Zhao Hao yesterday, although he spoke harshly, he felt uncomfortable seeing Zhao Hao because he was on the trending search, so he never clicked on it.

Now that I'm free, I'd like to have a look.

The popularity of the entry has dropped a lot, but it still ranks among the hot searches.

After clicking in, there are a few photos, which were taken when Ji Ting and Shen Zhixing were arguing.

Probably because the photographer was also very nervous, the angle of the photo was not very good, but the faces of the two were still clearly captured.

Ji Ting flipped through the photos and found that He Xiaoyang and Song An also appeared in the photo.

They should have been photographed when they left after eating. Although the two of them were clearly prepared and covered up tightly, but their figures and what Ji Ting said made them successfully recognized by netizens.

The comment section has become a mess.

Probably because the photo was taken too clearly, the fans also gave up denying it, tearing each other up.

Among them, He Xiaoyang and Song An, two fans of idols who are about to debut, have the strongest fighting power. Zhao Hao and their label's fans are not very serious, and most of them just post on Zhao Hao's Weibo. If there is some support, at most it is just scolding the marketing account under the marketing account's Weibo.

In addition to these few, Ji Ting's diehard fans who have not left are also tearing up.

In addition, the marketing account and Huangquan passers-by lead the rhythm and eat melons. Although there are still many who are holding on to Ji Ting, this kind of scene where various families mix together and tear each other is also very exciting.

A day later, although Ji Ting still complained a little to Zhao Hao, his anger had almost subsided. Seeing the comments that were torn up like this, he felt a little regretful.

You shouldn't lose your temper with Zhao Hao, you shouldn't say those words.

Thinking of this, Ji Ting clicked on Zhao Hao's Weibo, looked around, then quit and clicked on WeChat.

The conversation with Zhao Hao was still before he came to pick him up yesterday.

Ji Ting stared at the phone for a long time, and finally backed out a little angry.

In order to find something to do for himself, he clicked on Weibo again and logged into his own account.

Because that account also posted some routines, fearing that someone would pick it up, Ji Ting later applied for another account, and the last time he logged into this account was before the exam.

When I boarded, I saw several new messages, still from his God Z, and the time was yesterday.

Ji Ting was a little puzzled, the last time his message was withdrawn very quickly, Ji Ting didn't think God Z saw it, but he couldn't think of any reason why the other party would send him a message.

I clicked on it and looked at it, but was stunned—God Z actually sent himself birthday wishes.

When he applied for an account, he applied for this account early, and he didn't deliberately make up his birthday, so he filled it in according to his own.

Because it is a trumpet, there are basically no fans, and no one notices it. After so many years, he himself almost forgot.

What shocked Ji Ting even more was that God Z's blessing was not a dry "Happy Birthday."

[Your birthday is quite coincidental, so I wish you a happy birthday, and by the way, I wish you a happy new year in advance. ]

[And you have the same birthday as a friend of mine, and you are also the same age, it seems that we are also destined. ]

[Have a little fun/birthday cake]

Ji Ting was agitated, and when he saw the private message, he unconsciously smiled a little silly, and replied to him.

As soon as the news was sent out, Ji Yinglin sent a WeChat message, telling him that he had arrived.

After receiving God Z's blessing, fan Ji Ting was in a good mood, and it was rare for him to reply a message to Ji Yinglin, and he stood up, picked up the good things and left the door.

Ji Yinglin and the driver were the only ones in the car. Ji Ting glanced at it and was not interested in asking any questions. He started playing with his mobile phone when he got in the car.

Ji Yinglin wanted to talk to him at first, but after looking at him a few times, seeing that he kept his head down, he didn't give up.

Ji Ting actually did it on purpose.

There is nothing to say, Ji Yinglin has ignored him for so many years, Ji Ting does not need his two words of concern as if he has completed a task.

He agreed to come over, just to see his grandparents who are nice to him.

The atmosphere in the car was awkward and silent, and Ji Yinglin couldn't help it after I don't know how long.

"Did you have your birthday yesterday?" The man looked at the person next to him who was tightly wrapped in a headphone hat, "How was your day? Who did you spend it with?"

I don't want to talk much today, and it took a long time before I replied two words, "Friend."

Looking at him, Ji Yinglin frowned, apparently thinking of something, "Friend? Isn't that your brother?"

"What's the matter, are you breaking up? I've already said it. He looks like a gangster at first glance. He's a celebrity singer. He's not a serious person at all."

Ji Yinglin sighed, "You took the wrong path in the past. Now that you are back, you have completely broken with the past. Whether it is a person or a thing, the right way is to learn in a down-to-earth way. Don't always think about taking shortcuts."

When he said this, he had a serious expression on his face, anyone who saw Ji Ting thought it was normal for a girl who went astray and went astray.

Ji Yinglin has always looked down on Zhao Hao, let alone Ji Ting's favorite music, and would belittle him if he had the chance.

"You can say anything else." Ji Ting raised his head and stared at him, "but you are not qualified to mention Zhao Hao."

Ji Yinglin was choked by him, his eyes widened with anger, and he raised his voice subconsciously, "What did I say wrong? You talked back to me again, what kind of music do you like for a few years? What did you do?" Did you mess with Zhao Hao, what have you become after years of messing around? Isn’t it just that the hot searches every day embarrass me!”

His words became more and more ugly, and the expression on his face was ferocious.

Ji Ting had heard this kind of talk before, and most of the time it would lead to fierce quarrels.

But today, Ji Ting suddenly didn't want to quarrel with him.

Ji Yinglin yelled a lot in the car, and finally stopped.

"Finish?" Ji Ting glanced at him, quickly lowered his head and turned up the volume of the phone, "I didn't come here to quarrel with you."

In the following time, the car returned to silence.

Ji Ting concentrated on playing with his mobile phone, Ji Yinglin couldn't find a chance to say anything, so he leaned on his seat and closed his eyes to rest.

There is nothing interesting about the mobile phone. After reading the manga, Ji Ting found a movie to watch out of boredom.

As soon as I clicked on it, the phone vibrated. It was from the Weibo that I was in a hurry and didn't have time to log out of, but it was sent by God Z.

[I saw the question you asked me last time, and I wanted to answer it, but I didn’t say it after you withdrew it. ]

Ji Ting was stunned for a moment before realizing what God Z was talking about.

He didn't know why the other party brought this up suddenly, but his heart gradually warmed up.

Before Ji Ting could reply, God Z sent another message.

[I think that no matter what it is, the influence of external factors is not great. Only you can really make you give up, so as long as you don’t want to give up, nothing can stop you. ]

One week before school starts, most students study the most in a winter vacation.

Fast food restaurants are often full of students who "help each other" with their homework.

Ji Ting didn't need to make up his homework. Except for some questions that were beyond his ability and couldn't be found after checking, he had basically completed everything else.

However, since he had a deskmate who didn't write a single word, Ji Ting still dragged him out to "study" three days before leaving school.

Ji Ting originally thought that the ones who didn't do their homework were Chen Xuan and Shen Zhixing, but after arriving, he realized that the monitor's homework was also quite clean.

"I really didn't write on purpose." Qin Yang was afraid that his image as a good student in Ji Ting's heart would be shattered, so he deliberately explained, "I left homework in a cram school, and I don't have enough time to write it every day. How can I have time to write it? These assignments?"

"He Wenqian went to the same cram school as you, but he has finished all the work." Shen Zhixing mercilessly disrupted the situation, "I don't have time, why don't you say you have to do your homework when you are usually asked to play games?"

Qin Yang had asked He Wenqian to take homework, and Shen Zhixing and Shen Zhixing copied it separately.

Although Ji Ting didn't understand what they asked him to do, but he was in a very good mood watching them scribbling while drinking a drink beside him.

It's a pity that Shen Xiaoba is a person who will add drama to himself, making up his homework can't calm down his restless heart, and he starts acting like a monster within a few minutes.

"At the same table, are you bored?" Shen Zhixing stopped writing, looked at Ji Ting and said, "Do you want to do something meaningful?"

Ji Ting watched his eyeballs roll around, knowing that he didn't have any good ideas, "I don't want to."

"How about we play a game?" Shen Zhixing said without giving up, "If you lose, you will learn if you win."

Ji Ting was caught off guard when he heard his words, and raised his head without a word, "If I win, how are you going to teach me?"

"Don't worry about it, hurry up and start."

Probably because it was really boring, Shen Zhixing's childish game actually aroused Ji Ting's interest.

It was rare for Ji Ting to be a little curious about this man's flamboyant operation. He glanced at him and stretched out his hand, "Just one game."

"You lost." Two seconds later, Ji Ting picked up an English paper from the table and pushed it in front of Shen Zhixing, "Come on, let me see how you want to teach me to study."

Shen Zhixing looked at the paper in Ji Ting's hand, and smiled with some unknown meaning, "You said it yourself, I didn't force you."

Ji Ting suddenly had a bad premonition.

Before he could react, Shen Zhixing grabbed his hand and put the pen in his hand into his hand, "First of all, you must have the awareness of self-study, come on, do this set of papers first."