After the rebirth, I became the top class again

Finally finished the recording of the first half of the day, and several people went to eat together.

The meals in the restaurant are all in the form of self-service, and the loveless Wen Song dragged his feet to the back of the queue.

Originally, he thought that he could get off the island smoothly by paddling properly on the basis of not lowering the level of the same group. He could save himself without dragging others down.

But now that they have given him such an important C position, Wen Song’s pressure is doubled and he is in a dilemma. The C position has a great impact on the number of votes on the stage. That's great, in case a few fans are accidentally voted to the front... His wonderful life.

Wen Song sighed annoyedly, caught a glimpse of someone walking this way out of the corner of his eye, and his head grew bigger in an instant.

He took a few steps forward and said silently, don't come, don't come, he was worried.

But Li Sining, who couldn't hear him at all, still locked his eyes on him and walked straight.

With a knot in his head, Wen Song went up to casually talk to a team member: "This is delicious, eat more."

Wen Song said as he picked up a few green vegetable leaves and put them on the dinner plate of the person in front of him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the person standing still a few steps away hadn't left yet. Wen Song continued his efforts, not giving anyone a chance to interrupt: "This is delicious too, you are too thin, eat more, and some fruit, too. Nutritional balance......"

"A Song!" Feng Afu's surprised voice rang in his ears, "What are you doing?"

Wen Song looked back at him: "Ah? I am here, I am concerned about us..." He patted the shoulder of the person next to him friendly, and turned to see who this person was.

Then he met Lu Yige's faint eyes, and his whole body froze.

"You don't care about this, you're murder," Feng Afu pointed to the almost overflowing plate in Lu Yige's hand, "Our Teacher Lu is still a child."

"Uh, this..." Wen Song was embarrassed to find the ground, he saw half of the vegetables in Lu Yige's hand, what is he doing? God, he forced a smile and continued, "But children should Eat more, you are still growing your body."

Feng Afu: "???"

At this time, the person who was harmed nodded his head: "Yes, we need to eat more."

Feng Afu: "..." Well, he was the one who was abrupt.

Wen Song felt that Lu Yige in front of him seemed to be glowing all over. For the first time, he felt that the child was not too bad. Thinking of him, he showed a smile mixed with guilt and gratitude: "Well, if you don't give it to me completely, you can't eat it." hold on."

Lu Yige said again: "But I'm not a child anymore." As he spoke, he slightly lowered his head and glanced at the adult who was shorter than him, and turned around looking for a table with a full plate.

Wen Song, who had been connoted, was embarrassed: Sure enough, children are the most annoying.

Wei Linxi, who sat at the next table and watched the whole process, continued to watch the show with his head. He had never seen his team leader eat food from other people. Few people knew it. In private, he was a mess and a clean freak, so his team had a lot of fun. suffer.

Sure enough, Wei Linxi saw Lu Yige pick up a few green vegetable leaves slowly with chopsticks, put them on the edge of the dinner plate, and put them again and again, as if he wanted to pick out the green vegetable leaves.

At this time, Wen Song, who was sitting opposite and waiting to pick up the plate at any time, was already too embarrassed. It is true that many children do not like to eat green vegetables, but there is no need to choose so carefully!

While watching, Wei Linxi, who was afraid that Lu Yige would throw the food in the trash can, kindly stepped forward to make a rescue: "This dish is my favorite, can you give me a brother?"

Lu Yige, who was concentrating on picking vegetables, raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't know how to pick vegetables yourself?"

Wei Linxi was tongue-tied: "No, you are not..."

Then he saw Lu Yige pick up a vegetable leaf and put it into his mouth, Wei Linxi began to doubt his eyes, actually, ate it?

He took another look at the carefully divided food on Lu Yige's dinner plate, and Wei Linxi suddenly realized that Lu Yige just suffered from obsessive-compulsive disorder...

Wei Linxi, who was still in shock, left silently: "Okay, I'll pick it up myself, and you eat slowly."

Wen Song, who had recovered from his embarrassment, looked at the person eating slowly in front of him, and was surrounded by guilt again.

However, this kid really obediently ate up most of the dish by himself.

Even though Wen Song wanted to share a little for him many times, he was rejected by him. Wen Song had a new understanding of the appetite of 16-year-old boys.

Although the meal was a bit embarrassing, Wen Song managed to escape Li Sining's torture once, and he was quite content.

"A Song!" As soon as Wen Song returned to the dormitory, he was warmly welcomed by two roommates, and they both crowded into Wen Song's room to inquire about the details, "How is it, how is Lu Yige teaching?"

Wen Song flipped through the suitcase and replied, "That must be a word, awesome."

Ran Xu smiled: "It seems really awesome, you are so shocked that you can't count."

"I heard that Lu Yige gave up all C?" Chen Shiye said, "You are so courageous at such a young age."

The frightened Wen Song shook his head: "Don't mention it."

"What? Wouldn't it be nice to give you the opportunity?" The roommate wondered.

Wen Song: "If it's not for me, it must be very good."

Chen Shiye's jaw dropped in shock: "C gave it to you?"

Ran Xu: "Are you in Versailles?"

"I'm wronged, brother." Wen Song Youku couldn't say it, and he didn't want to say it anymore, "In short, Mr. Lu's professional ability is nothing to say, and being able to join his team is like smoke from the ancestors." Except for him, he has lost eight lives Blood mold.

Sending away roommate Wen Song took the Jianwei Xiaoshi tablets he had just found and went downstairs, the downstairs was very quiet, he found Lu Yige's room and knocked on the door, and soon a word came in.

Opening the door and entering the room, Wen Song's first impression was that the room was very tidy. It was unimaginable that it was a teenage boy's room, especially the study desk with stacks of textbooks in front of the window, which was so neat and meticulous. Thinking of it, Lu Yige's age should be exactly this year's senior high school entrance examination.

The person in front of the desk turned his head, a pair of silver-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his tall nose, his gaze through a layer of lenses was slightly dazed.

Lu Yige, who was wearing glasses, became more bookish, and his temperament became different. The word next-door brother came to Wen Song's mind.

"What about studying?" Wen Song couldn't help lowering his voice, and handed out the medicine in his hand, "Here is this for you, you can chew two pills if you feel uncomfortable, or you can eat it as candy at ordinary times, I really like it."

The eyes behind the lens trembled, Lu Yige reached out to take it, but said: "I don't like sweets."

Wen Song raised his empty hand and was speechless for a moment, forget it, because he helped him and didn't bother with him, and he still had business to do.

Lu Yige glanced at the person who was still standing there, and said, "Is there anything else?"

"Yes." Wen Song said with downcast eyes, but met Lu Yige's eyes staring at him, and his eyes froze instantly.

The young man's eyes were bright and focused under the bright overhead light, and his cold and hard facial contours softened against the silver frame. The way he focused on him reminded Wen Song of the puppy he raised when he was a child. Song is holding his favorite toy in his hand, and the dog will stare at him so intently, waiting for the moment when he throws the toy.

This kind of Lu Yige is so good-looking, and the fluffy hair on his forehead even made Wen Song want to try it out.

At this time, he had forgotten all the words that had come to his lips.

"Hello." The boy's tone was a little impatient, and one side of his eyebrows was slightly frowned, and he instantly changed back to that annoying junior high school student.

Wen Song, who came to his senses, quickly moved away his dazed eyes, and he tried his best to reorganize his words while his eyes were flickering: "Well, I want to say, you can find someone else for position C, I don't want it."

As if he had expected Wen Song's words, Lu Yige didn't show any surprise on his face. He slowly turned the black charcoal pencil twice on his slender index finger, and he said, "This won't work."

Wen Song: "What's wrong? If it's really impossible, you're better than me."

"The company won't allow it." Lu Yige replied.

Thinking of the days when he had fought against the brokerage company, Wen Song's tone softened: "...Then who else is more suitable than me? In short, I don't want it, give it to whomever you love."

"But," Lu Yige raised his head again, showing his youthful face, "I'm just a kid, who do you think will listen to me?"

The young man spoke sincerely, even with a little helplessness, which made Wen Song almost forget his mature and cool image in front of everyone, and the fact that he just denied that he was a child, coupled with the atmosphere at this time, Wen Song couldn't say what he forced.

"Then..." Wen Song fell into a tangle again.

Lu Yige put down the pen in his hand and stood up. The boy's tall stature made him condescending again. The corners of his mouth were still cold and hard, but his tone was rare and soft.

He said, "Try it, okay?"

This pleading statement made Wen Song's heart soften immediately.

He realized that even though the person in front of him looked mature, he was actually just a junior high school student, but he had to face pressure from the company, the team, competition and study, etc., especially in the face of the other party's pleasing face, Wen Song refused. The words turned around on the lips: "This, it's not impossible."

Lu Yige stared at Wen Song's rarely docile brows, eyes, and mouth, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. At this time, the cat with fried hair was appeased and put away its minions. It was the best time to get close.

Thinking of him going one step further, he said slowly, "Then let's work hard together."

The young man's deep and magnetic voice made Wen Song feel the familiar pressure again. He bowed his head and took a step back, slightly flustered: "Okay, you work hard, study hard, I won't bother you anymore."

Wen Song, who went out in a panic, stood at the door and slowly calmed down his emotions. This seemed to be the first time the two had such a peaceful communication, but his goal was not achieved.Thinking of this, Wen Song wanted to beat himself to death. How could he soften his heart so easily!

Probably, the main reason is that Lu Yige is a bit pleasing to the eye when he wears glasses.

In fact, strictly speaking, Lu Yige is not bad-looking, but his personality makes Wen Song ignore his appearance. If he can change his temperament, Wen Song will not be so prejudiced against him.

Seeing that the door was closed, Lu Yige went back to the desk, took a look at the medicine box beside the table, then took two pills and stuffed them into his mouth. The sweet and sour taste of hawthorn filled his mouth. Almost like sugar.

After eating, he packed the rest and put it in the usual pen holder. After putting it away, he felt that something was not right. He moved the pen holder to the left a few centimeters from the neat edge of the desk, and he was not satisfied until it was aligned with the edge. nodded.

From a certain point of view, Lu Yige does have obsessive-compulsive disorder, and even some cleanliness, which also makes him believe that something will not change easily. Teammates who are familiar with him will say that he is a good captain who is aggressive and motivated. The paranoia and strength that he rarely shows are his true colors.

After tidying up the table, Lu Yige picked up the glass water glass at hand and got up to go out. In fact, he was not too full, but the vegetables were a little salty. A box of candy, no loss.

The practice recording started in the afternoon, first learning songs and dance moves, then queuing up, digging out details, and taking tutor lessons. In short, they will spend the next few days in the group practice room.

When the supervisor in charge of the student dormitory came to call the door, Wen Song was sleeping soundly, and went out in a daze accompanied by the noises of Wei Linxi and Gu Xian from the opposite door. Lu Yige, who was in his group, had already been waiting downstairs .

"Let's go." Wen Song yawned lazily, pressed the peaked cap on his sleepy hair and was about to go out, but was caught by Lu Yi, who raised his hand and folded the collar that was curled up around Wen Song's neck good.

The cool fingertips touched Wen Song's fair neck intentionally or unintentionally, he shrank his neck like a cat, and then yawned again.

"Go." Lu Yige said out loud.

Wen Song, who hadn't fully turned on his mind, gave instructions and actions, and stepped out, Lu Yige silently followed behind.

The Alpha members who hadn't left were dumbfounded.

Wei Linxi rubbed his eyes: "Am I still awake?"

Mi Tian yawned: "Are they familiar?"

Gu Xian: "Fuck, I've never been treated like this before."

Qiao Xinren: "Who do you think has it?"

Drowsy to the lounge, Wen Song woke up a lot amidst the yelling of the students.

Each large group has a large dedicated lounge and dressing room, which has several groups of sofas, tables and chairs, snacks and drinks. During the training interval, the students can come to rest and chat, communicate with each other on the stage, and have something to eat.

The lounge of the dance group is in the lobby on the first floor. When they arrived, many people had already arrived. Wen Song saw Li Sining sitting on the sofa at a glance. His body blocked his view from the other side.