After the rebirth, I became the top class again

There is a self-contained kitchen in the small villa, but it is hardly used, and it is a rare fire today.

Lu Yige moved very neatly, and within half an hour, the fragrant curry smell came from the kitchen.

The curious Wen Song followed Alpha and several children around the kitchen door to observe. The skillful movements of the teenagers in the kitchen were not at all like a 16-year-old junior high school student. They all said that serious men are the most handsome. Wen Song felt that men who cook are also Not bad, but the man in front of him was just a boy.

Because the whole process was so smooth, even Kitchen Killer Wen Song felt that cooking seemed to be an easy task.

Looking around at the few people who were holding bowls and chopsticks waiting to be fed, Wen Song couldn't help but think of a sentence he read on Weibo, the whole FF group was raised by Lu Yige who was both a father and a mother. Wen Song was quite enlightened.

The happiest person who successfully ate the pasta made by the team leader was the youngest Wei Linxi, who yelled sweetly every bite.

Wen Song, who tasted Lu Yige's craftsmanship for the first time, nodded secretly, it was indeed good.

Although he doesn't have much desire for tongue, delicious food always makes people happy.

The taste of the pasta is just right, the sauce is even and sufficient, the flavors of the side dishes and curry are fully integrated, and the color is bright, it looks very appetizing.

Wen Song, who was satisfied with his meal, was about to boast a few words, looked up at Shang Lu and looked at his eyes, then smiled at him and said, "Now I believe it, it's really good."

Wei Linxi, who couldn't stop talking, said, "That's right! Our first brother can go to the hall and go to the kitchen, he is both civil and military, and he is an ace in singing and dancing!"

Lu Yige: "Eat quickly, after training."

No name was named, but it was obviously said to Wen Song.

Instantly felt the short-mouthed Wen Song: "..."

Under Wen Song's mixed emotions of guilt, guilty conscience and dissatisfaction, he generally cooperated with the training of the theme song.

Getting up early is still a must, and even morning exercises have become a daily necessity.

Wen Song, who was used to high-intensity training, lost his psychological burden, and slowly began to turn his back on the client, enjoying the last training time, even though getting up early every day still gave him a headache.

After waking up early to go to the toilet again, seeing her team leader and Wen Song leaning against their backs, Wei Linxi finally squinted her chaotic eyes to see clearly that Lu Yige was pinching Wen Song's neck.

This conclusion made his sleepy brain spin a few times. He seemed to feel that something was wrong but couldn't figure out what was wrong, so he chose to continue going back to the room.

Wen Song followed Lu Yige downstairs in a daze, yawned and half leaned on the sofa and asked what he had for breakfast.

Ever since Lu Yige made the pasta, it seemed that a certain switch had been turned on, and he started to cook on fire frequently, and he could make simple breakfasts in different ways.

Even if the meals are not bad, fast food and big pot meals are naturally not as good as cooking a small stove. Wen Song feels that his motivation to get up early is definitely due to the temptation of Lu Yige's breakfast.

Glancing at Wen Song's unopened eyes, Lu Yige continued to help him rub the back of his neck twice. Where Wen Song couldn't see, the boy's eyes, which were usually emotionless, were full of tenderness, and he spoke in a tone that he didn't usually have Soft, he said: "Soymilk and meat rolls."

Wen Song straightened up to facilitate Lu Yige's movement, and then yawned and tilted his head. This posture made him lean on the shoulder of the person behind him. The comfortable support made Wen Song close his eyes and lean over completely. He felt the momentary stiffness of the person behind him.

"Huh? What volume?" Wen Song's sluggish brain was still thinking about breakfast.

Lu Yige's trembling eyes couldn't stay calm any longer. He slightly lowered his head to look at the top of the man's black hair on his shoulders, and smelled the familiar aroma of shampoo, Wen Song's favorite lemon scent.

He couldn't help raising his hand, helping him to press a bunch of raised hair ends.

Wen Song's hair is very soft, just like Lu Yige's soft heart at this moment.

"Two more times." The person who was being rubbed comfortably felt a little unhappy, turned around half a circle and directly pressed his forehead against the boy's straight and broad shoulders.

Many days of getting along has already made Wen Song take off a lot of psychological defenses against the young man. At this time, he is completely in a relaxed and comfortable state, and he is completely unaware of his improper posture.

The young man who couldn't restrain his heartbeat walked towards the dining table in a bit of embarrassment, pretending to be calm and said: "Eat first."

Wen Song was forced to stand still and rubbed his eyes, his attention was completely attracted by the browned and crispy meat rolls on the table.

Li Sining probably gave up, and didn't bother Wen Song for a few days. Wen Song was happy and at ease, and even worked harder in training.

After working hard, he also relaxed a lot in disguise, but Lu Yige often showed a daze-like expression to Wen Song in the mirror.

Whenever at this time, Wen Song would tense up and make a small mistake, and then humbly ask the little teacher for advice.

Seeing Lu Yige staring at the mirror again in a daze, Wen Song stopped his movements and said, "Help me with this slide again, I slide so strangely."

Hearing that Lu Yige propped himself up on the floor and stood up, and the temperature had cooled down a bit in the past two days, Lu Yige tied his training suit jacket around his waist, tying his thin waist.

The straight long legs under the coat were raised slightly, and Lu Yige explained the movement aloud: "Be careful, put your weight on the soles of your feet..."

"Oh." Wen Song followed suit, twisting his lower body pretending to be clumsy in the mirror, and even he himself couldn't help laughing, what a weird creature it is.

Lu Yige didn't hold back the corners of his mouth. After walking a few steps, he subconsciously reached out to help Wen Song swing his thighs, but stopped when he was about to bump into him, and chose to continue using verbal guidance.

Wen Song, who saw the boy's small movements in his eyes, was a little strange. For some reason, the nearest Lu Yige seldom broke his arms and legs with him, and even when he was practicing physical fitness, he rarely had physical contact.

Of course he wasn't expecting anything, he just felt that the little captain seemed to have grown up.

The grown-up team leader was secretly depressed.

He likes Wen Song, and after confirming this incident, there are various concerns along with the strange feelings.

It was obviously a simple physical contact, but it seemed to change after he confirmed his intentions. Even though he told himself that this was training and this was a normal and inevitable contact, there were still some things that were difficult for him to overcome.

Before that, Wen Song was his longing, yearning, benchmark, teacher and friend, and an existence that could only be seen from a distance. Even though he was looking forward to getting close to him and getting acquainted with him, he never thought about it. With this state of mind.

For a moment, he seemed to be caught in some kind of vicious circle. Rational repression and emotional out-of-control pulled in his body, making his emotions swaying from side to side persistently erratic.

At this time, another week has passed, the second episode of the program has been broadcast up and down, the first stage has been broadcasted, and the online scolding battle has never ended.

Netizens still focused their fire on Wen Song, and the firepower reached its peak after the broadcast of the trailer specially edited by the program group.

In the trailer, the short few seconds of Wen Song's shots were frantically moved by various marketing accounts.

In the brightly lit studio, the calm-faced young man on the stage said the edited words: "I want to leave the opportunity to the students who need help the most...I choose, Wen Song."

The camera turned to the person being named, blurting out cold words: "I refuse."

In the next second, the camera came to the practice room again. On the screen marked "One Day", the boy who was "forced" to join was rolling on the ground like crazy. In the background sound was the boy's frustrated voice: "I can't, I'm tired , I don't want to debut!"

Every shot and every line seems to be crazily danced on by netizens.

It's hard to believe that someone would reject Lu Yige's choice. You know, no matter how many people ask for it, why is Wen Song?

This made many people think of the initial hot search incident, but as a child, Lu Yige could choose him regardless of past suspicions. As an adult, Wen Song was scolded by fans, not to mention that he stole other people's hot searches. How unreasonable, even in this situation, you are still holding grudges?

The worst part was the last few seconds. Even though the background sound had obvious editing traces, it still couldn't stop many people from being genuinely angry. What is this about the show?

Simply, it is too much to describe in words!

If you don't want to make a debut, what show do you want to participate in?If you don't want to make a debut, what hot search should you buy?Isn't this just standing up again?

This directly made many people who have been watching the jokes couldn't help stepping on it. It's so disgusting, it's definitely to the extent that both humans and gods are angry!

Many people even read the entry that Wen Song retired from the competition. Don’t you want to make a debut? Then don’t occupy the latrine and don’t shit. So many people are waiting to make their debut. Among the students, there are so many people who have worked hard for many years without him. A person who doesn't want to debut has many shots, isn't this intentionally disgusting?

After all, this crazy war still spread to the protagonist who secretly watched the play.

Recently, Wen Song used to use all kinds of cursing and fighting on Weibo to decompress before going to bed, as if he could get off the island a second faster by looking at the arrangement and combination of those dirty words.

But after clicking on a ghost picture unexpectedly, he broke through and threw the phone five meters away.

The phone hit the wall opposite the bedroom with a dull thud, its shattered screen signaling the end of its life.

And the person on the bed didn't feel sorry for the poor broken phone at all, a fine layer of cold sweat was already breaking out on his forehead, and it was a bit difficult to breathe while clutching the corner of the white quilt.

Wen Song thinks that he is not afraid of anything, but he is most afraid of this kind of thing. Of course, he does not believe in the theory of ghosts and gods, and he usually does not show anything, but the picture came out too unexpectedly, and the bloody and distorted face made people feel uncomfortable. His shock was too great, and he hadn't been frightened like this for a long time.

He tried to calm his breathing, which reminded him that after he formed a group, he hardly read private messages. At that time, all kinds of threats and horror pictures were commonplace, and even sent directly to his door.

Now he seems to be too greedy for comfort, and even forgot about those things.

Of course, it's better to forget about this kind of thing.

After calming down for a long time, the mobile phone smashed in the corner of the wall gave out a stubborn notification ringtone.

Wen Song got out of bed while secretly marveling, and he could vaguely see the bright red peony head of his mother through the mottled screen.

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