After the rebirth, I became the top class again

Wen Song took out a new phone and dialed back the fucking video.

Mother Wen was very excited to ask him what was going on on the Internet after connecting the video. Although she seldom used those social software, she was still very well informed.

Wen Song was already prepared for this, so he explained the intentional editing of the program group.

The program team had no other way to go with him, so they could only start with editing.

Wen Song was happy to see this, and even thanked them.

Mother Wen was naturally very angry about this. Seeing her son being scolded like that, how could a mother not feel distressed.

Wen Song quickly comforted her and said that she was fine, and then expressed her thoughts in detail.

Before he said that he didn't want to make a debut, no one believed him, but now that the show is released, it is enough to prove his sincerity.

"You," Mother Wen knew her son best, and because she knew her son, she couldn't believe it, "Why did you suddenly..."

She has always been responsive to Wen Song's requests, and naturally fully supports Wen Song's hobbies, but seeing the child's more rebellious and stubborn temperament, she suddenly realized whether she was too spoiled.

Now that Wen Song suddenly changed his temper, she couldn't help thinking about it a lot, for fear that he had encountered some difficulties and setbacks, and she couldn't bear it again.

"Son, tell mom, is someone bullying you? Or is someone making things difficult for you?"

"Mom," Wen Song called to her with a smile, "will your son be bullied? I just suddenly realized it and figured it out. Now I think it's better to be at home. Mom, I really want to eat the dumplings you made. .”

Hearing her son's acting like a baby, Mother Wen's heart softened a lot: "Then come back quickly, you just tell the show crew that you can't compare, and we will admit that you will lose money, and I will tell your dad." Now that you have figured it out, then no It was necessary to continue to be angry, those people on the Internet scolded her so badly, she couldn't bear it just by looking at it.

Wen Song paused for a moment, and then said: "No need, mom, I will definitely be able to go back in less than half a month. My dad, I will go back and personally apologize to him."

"Are you so sure?" Mother Wen still prefers to use money to solve things, so as not to have long nights and dreams. "I have made a decent investment recently, and it is enough to pay you a liquidated damages."

It is indeed the best choice to go directly now, but Wen Song still hesitated.

"Mom, just let me go back by myself, I don't want to use your money."

"You child, do you still want to keep it?"

"I'm really not offended."

"You're not lying to me, are you?" Mother Wen doubted.

It took Wen Song a lot of talking to make his mother give up this idea, and then he thought of the lie he told, and felt that it was necessary to inoculate his mother: "Mom, you don't read those things online recently, wait a minute You may scold even more after the public broadcast, didn’t you say you want to go on a trip? Why don’t you go out with my dad for a few weeks?”

"Your father is busy, don't worry about me, take care of yourself."

After successfully dealing with Mr. Mushang, Wen Song went to take a shower before going to bed and falling asleep.

It's just that the aftereffect of that ghost picture is a bit big. Even if I try to forget it, I still have nightmares several times in the middle of the night, and I didn't sleep well all night.

Lu Yige, who came to call the door, was stunned for a moment when he saw the particularly haggard man, stared at Wen Song's dark circles and asked, "Did you sleep well?"

Wen Song was so uncomfortable that he thumped his forehead twice: "I had a dream all night."

In the dream, he was chased by ghosts all night, and he also ran all night. He ran upstairs after the seaside run, and then ran in the training room. He also dreamed that he ran home and was chased by his father with a feather duster and continued to run.

Extraordinary.

Lu Yige glanced at him again, and followed him downstairs.

This time he ran so hard that Lu Yige pinched his neck for him and still couldn't stop his headache, and he was still a little confused when he arrived in the training room.

Seeing that he was really uncomfortable, Lu Yige was about to take a rest for a long time, but he saw that the weak man had practiced in front of the mirror by himself.

Although the movements were not so perfect, Lu Yige still felt that he saw that familiar shadow on him.

That shadow is like a vine that keeps climbing upwards, tenacious and indomitable.

Wen Song is changing, or in other words, getting closer to Lu Yige's memory bit by bit.

For a moment, Lu Yige felt that the former Wen Song had returned.

Someone knocked on the door, it was a few students next door, and a few familiar faces.

Seeing that the theme song assessment date was approaching day by day, many people became anxious and often visited each other to learn and discuss with each other. With a cold and hot temperament, he formed a group from time to time to ask him for advice.

"Hello, Teacher Xiaolu." Feng Afu took Ankang's hand into the door and greeted with a smile, "We are here to disturb you again."

The few people who followed also greeted each other, and then walked to Lu Yige for advice.

Seeing Wen Song who was practicing in the blink of an eye, Feng Afu was surprised and said, "My God, A Song, why do you have dark circles under your eyes, are you working so hard?"

"It's just that I didn't sleep well last night." Wen Song stopped to wipe off his sweat, and looked at Feng Afu again, "Did you gain weight?"

"What?" Feng Afu pinched the flesh on his face in disbelief, "Isn't it?"

Another voice said: "With Xiaolu, you have to work harder. It would be too shameful if you can't do well in the exam with such an excellent teacher."

Wen Song glanced at Yin Yanqi who was talking, and then moved away with just one glance. He is not in the mood to argue with him now, and just treats him as air, and continues to talk to Feng Afu Ankang.

Unexpectedly, Wen Song ignored him, but instead he got excited.

"Oh, I forgot, Young Master Wen didn't want to make a debut at all. If he signed up and then regretted it, it's nothing more than embarrassing."

I just don’t want to make a debut, but I’m an adult, and I don’t want to make a debut when I participate in the draft. It sounds better than it sounds, and it sounds worse. What is the difference between this in ancient times and deserters who have lost their armor and armor before going to the battlefield?

This sentence accurately touched Wen Song's sensitive nerves, and the veins on his forehead could not be suppressed.

Without waiting for him to speak out, Feng Afu, who had been listening all the time, couldn't hold back. He usually had a good-natured appearance, but when he talked about people, he was sharp-tongued: "What are you doing, Yin Yanqi, it's a pity that I am ashamed of myself. Don't you even have a chance to be ashamed? However, even if Ah Song is just a vase with his face, it's not as shameful as a mop. "

"Feng Afu, do you have a chance to speak?!" Yin Yanqi gritted her teeth.

"Hey, who are you? You still have to report to you when you say something?"

Wen Song grabbed Feng Afu who was about to jump up in time, and said coldly to Yin Yanqi: "If you are not here to study, then go out."

Yin Yanqi started to make nonsense: "What's wrong with me? I just told the truth, don't be so stingy, Young Master Wen, you haven't seen what you said on the Internet."

"Yin Yanqi, don't stay here and pretend to be stupid," Feng Afu said angrily, "I can't reach people on the Internet through the network cable, but you and I can."

"No way," Yin Yanqi looked terrified, "If you say something, you're going to hit someone? Is there a king's law?"

"Yin Yanqi." A cold voice came, and Lu Yige, who was still teaching just now, came from the crowd.

Yin Yanqi put away his arrogant expression, and smiled at Lu Yige: "Oh, yes, I still want to ask you about your movements, Mr. Lu."

Lu Yige walked up to him and stood still, Yin Yanqi's mop head became a size smaller under his tall figure.

He lowered his eyes and said without expression: "No need."

"I just want to tell you that even if I don't choose Wen Song for the theme song, I wouldn't choose you. I wasn't joking that day."

Being rejected bluntly again, Yin Yanqi was stunned for a moment, the expression on his face was a little tense: "No, no, why, why should I..." He didn't offend him, why didn't he choose he?

Lu Yige still didn't answer, and continued to speak, with an irresistible courage in his cold tone: "So, please be polite to my teammates."

Be polite to my teammates—the only one who exists as his teammates here is Wen Song.

Wen Song, who was listening on the side, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the young man who was talking, his eyes fluctuated.

In his eyes, Lu Yige is a child, a junior high school student, and a team leader... But he has never thought of the familiar yet unfamiliar word teammate.

Teammates, in his eyes, are people who fight side by side.

For a moment, Wen Song suddenly had an urge to cooperate with Lu Yige for a real time, it must be very cool.

But is he worthy?

Yin Yanqi, who lost all face and face, left angrily, and the rest of the people felt that the atmosphere was not right and didn't stay long.

Feng Afu and Ankang sat on the floor and surrounded Wen Song to comfort him.

"Don't pay attention to him, a big man can't talk badly, and he will get angry when he sees him." Feng Afu and Yin Yanqi live in the same student villa, and have long been displeased with his arrogance.

"Xiao Lu did a good job, you don't need to save face when dealing with this kind of person."

Ankang also nodded: "That's right, and Ah Song is not ashamed at all. Although he said he wanted to leave, he should practice a lot, and he helped us get No.1."

"That's right," Feng Afu patted Wen Song on the shoulder, "Really, Ah Song, don't care about other people's opinions, you have done a good job, we have a clear conscience."

The stories on the Internet have almost spread all over the island. Feng Afu didn't plan to say anything at first, but seeing Wen Song's haggard appearance, he couldn't help it. It's not worth worrying about those people.

Wen Song smiled: "Okay, you guys, I don't care. If I care about this all day, I'm going to be exhausted."

"now it's right."

Wen Song saw the sincere concern on the faces of the two, and felt an unspeakable feeling in his heart.

Lu Yige on the other side said at the right time: "Continue to practice if you're fine."

Feng Afu got up quickly: "Wait for Xiaolu, I still have a move to ask."

Lu Yige: "Just now I have taught Xu Zixu, you go ask him."

Feng Afu's bitter face: "Okay."

Everyone left, Wen Song stood back in front of the practice mirror again.

Behind him, the upright figure of the young man is so eye-catching and dazzling.

They broke ground, grew in light, and thrived in love.

Wen Song instinctively soared up to the sky, but fell back into the soil and dug himself into a quagmire.

Isn't all of this his own choice?What is he trying to be hypocritical about?

In a trance, he heard a voice saying, "Don't look."

Wen Song woke up for a moment, and he looked at the standing boy.

Lu Yige said again: "Don't look at those things on the Internet."