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The room temporarily arranged for Fang Wei is at the end of the second floor, with only a large wardrobe and a bed in it.

Unlike the living room and bedroom for personal use, the guest rooms in Song Xinheng's house are very simple, which may also be the reason why few people come, and it looks fresh and unused.Although he was still restless, the lights that filled the entire building were too extravagant. Out of the desire to help Song Xinheng save electricity bills, Fang Wei patiently turned off all the light switches upstairs and downstairs before going to bed.

There is also a WIFI password posted on the head of the bed, giving people the illusion of living in a high-star hotel.

The password is the initials of Song Xinheng's name plus the mobile phone number. Since Song Xinheng called him last time, this string of numbers is in Fang Wei's place, which is more familiar than his own ID number, but he just remembers it firmly. To the extent that Fang Wei didn't even dare to send a disturbing text message after knowing the phone number.

It would be bad if he was blocked, Fang Wei thought, if Song Xinheng was reminded by himself and then went back on his word, it would be really bad.

After taking a shower in the private bathroom and changing into pajamas, Fang Wei took out the laptop from the suitcase and connected it to the power supply and the Internet.After completing these routine tasks, Fang Wei yawned and started his daily work, skillfully operating the keyboard.

Even if the body is exhausted after a busy day, it is absolutely impossible to slack off mentally for some things.

The support club group at midnight was still active, and an astonishing number of unread messages popped up as soon as they logged into their account.As an administrator, Fang Wei saw a lot of notifications about quitting the group from the background, with sporadic news of newcomers applying to join.

There is no way around this, Fang Wei knows how much Song Xinheng's famous scene of announcing his marriage will affect his popularity.

The Internet is a magical place, which can gather a group of people who have no connection with each other in the real world in the shortest possible time, which is called a meeting of like-minded people.As star-chasers who enter the pit with various similar or different opportunities, in addition to investing money without principle in idol affairs, such a fighting spirit to make the most of their spare time is also indispensable.

Obviously they are people with different identities. There are college students who attend classes step by step according to the schedule every day. junior high school students.And these people have only one identity in this place, that is, the support team that played for Song Xinheng.

"Speaking of which, can anyone meet me in Birmingham next month? 』

"In the UK, it is impossible to get a ticket. Even if you get it, do you have to go through a lot of procedures to go abroad? 』

"Little Tail should go! Someone in the group replied: "I bet he is the only one who got the ticket again." 』

"Is it always a little tail?Big guys, that’s the UK, I remember Xiaowei is working in China...』

After receiving an account with a densely packed file, Fang Wei skillfully used those accounts to log in to several voting channels at the same time. From time to time, notifications from the group came from the earphones, and the mouse clicked at a very fast frequency following the flexible operation of the fingers. sound.

The hand poking the voting button was too tired to lift, so Fang Wei opened the chat interface and browsed for a while.

As always, after a long chat, someone always said that if you have time to talk, you might as well cast more votes.

Fang Wei's ID is called "The Little Tail of the Star That Can't Be Shaken Off". Whether it is on Weibo or other forum discussion groups, this ID has been known to be active for a long time. The homepage is full of the latest news about Song Xinheng. dynamic.In addition to convincing everyone with his excellent shooting ability in the shooting group, he is also an out-and-out tracker for Song Xinheng's travel.

The various pen-hold pictures that can be seen from him are much more than several newly established professional websites.

Seeing that someone mentioned him, Fang Wei took a sip of water and typed a line with his limp fingers.

"It's the ticket in the middle of the fourth row. I checked the scene and maybe I can get a good photo." 』

"As expected of a little tail..." In the group that had been silent for a while, such a short sentence burst out one after another: "This hand speed is really not a joke. I waited for more than an hour in advance. I was stunned that I didn't even get the ticket in the last row. 』

"It was originally a small-scale fan meeting, so it's normal for it to disappear in an instant..."

"I believe that Xiao Tail is true love..." Someone said: "In order to meet Brother Heng, a man who can cross national borders..."

Several of the administrators in the group are veterans. They have become the first batch of front-line fans since Song Xinheng’s debut a few years ago. The amount of money spent for Song Xinheng’s support has long been unknown. I have done it a lot, I have met more times, and I have a little understanding of each other's lives. Compared with all the female fans, Fang Wei's fanatical and active male fans are extremely precious.

The hand speed shown in shooting and chasing stars is not so much the result of being single for many years, but it is honed by Song Xin.

You can grab everything around, and you can grab any ticket with a high probability. Even if you don’t get it in a few cases, you can still go to the scene under the pressure of scalpers. This is different from the gentle man who always works hard and smiles. Not the same thing.

Although it was said so in the group, Fang Wei thought that he might not be able to meet with others privately in Birmingham.

The ticket was packed in the cracks of the suitcase. Fang Wei read it carefully many times when he got it offline, and even checked the English words on it carefully one by one.It would be a pity if I couldn't go.

After the routine voting work, Fang Wei deliberately checked the number of votes on the leaderboard. Due to the recent plummet of Song Xinheng's popularity, it seems that some of the top few players on the leaderboard are a bit worrying now.What Fang Wei cares most about is the opportunity to scroll on the big screen in the shopping mall in the city center. He dreams of seeing Song Xinheng on the big screen from the car window when he is commuting to get off work.

Keep working hard tomorrow.Fang Wei closed the computer, got up to turn off the bedside lamp, and touched a non-marking nail on the wall.

Perhaps because of the space in the room, Fang Wei, who is used to being surrounded by various surroundings in his room, hesitated for a while, and took out a hanging cloth of Song Xinheng's concert from the box he brought, and hung it up. On the wall above the head.

The dark blue shining stage outfit is still Song Xinheng's appearance in the group, with a delicate face full of childishness and vigor.

"Good night." Wearing a pajamas with Song Xinheng's cartoon face printed on it, Fang Wei waved at the camera in the corner.

Holding the nearby cubs sold by the support club in his arms, Fang Wei unexpectedly slept soundly in the place where he was least likely to fall asleep.

Not long after sleeping, Song Xinheng also came back with Song Xinshu, and when he opened the door, he saw a pitch-black field of vision.

"I remember that the lights were always on before I left." Song Xinheng casually turned on the switch closest to him, and a row of auxiliary lights above the sofa were lit, giving the room soft light.He was about to cross the living room and go upstairs to rest, but his eyes fell on the black document bag in the center of the coffee table. He couldn't help frowning, walked over to open it, and poured out the contents: "What is this?"

Inside there was an ID card, a household registration book, and a copy of the ID card that was clearly printed and other miscellaneous documents. Song Xinheng stared at the photo above for a few moments, then flipped through the university graduation certificate and teacher's certificate next to him. Qualification certificate.

"A preschool teacher who graduated from a double first-class university with a master's degree?" Song Xinheng said, "Graduated from a Chinese department? Is it true or not?"

"Really." Song Xinshu pointed to the row of stamps below: "Aren't the stamps stamped here?"