After the rebirth, I became the top class again

The sudden question stunned Wen Song for a moment. He tried to make his expression look more natural, and then tentatively said: "Probably not, but the name sounds nice."

There was a bit of disappointment on the face of the person opposite: "It sounds very nice."

After saying this, the boy seemed to have no intention of continuing the topic, but Wen Song's curiosity was not satisfied, so he asked again: "Is he also an artist? If he can make you an idol, then he must be very good, right? "

There was no sign of guilt on Wen Song's face when he said such words.

This question changed the expression on the young man's face again. This is the first time Wen Song saw such a vivid look on Lu Yige's face. It's not hard to see from this expression that teenagers seem to rarely share their secret emotions like this.

The boy said in a deep and serious voice: "He said he is a trainee, and he is worried about his debut every day, but I think he will definitely be able to debut, because he dances very well and works very hard. I like him very much When he said the last sentence, Lu Yige raised his head, and looked into Wen Song's eyes with concentrated and straightforward eyes.

Wen Song felt a little guilty when he saw this gaze.

Fortunately, he said in the next sentence: "But for some reason, he suddenly disappeared."

Wen Song's eyes flickered, and he said, "Disappear? That's a pity."

Another contestant ran out screaming, the small room became lively, and various laughter and discussions broke the slightly heavy atmosphere between the two.

"There's nothing left," Lu Yige said with gloomy brows, lowered his head and turned down the pen in his hand, his tone became much lighter, "I doubt myself whether such a person really exists."

"It must exist." Wen Song said without hesitation.

Lu Yige raised his head, and there seemed to be something ready to come out in his eyes.

"I mean," Wen Song almost bit his tongue excitedly, "I mean, how could it be possible that the person you liked so much didn't exist? It's impossible to imagine it out of thin air." He said with a smile on his face. Laughing to hide his bewilderment.

From a few words, Lu Yige said that he should be "Song Weiyi" on that dance website. His account has a few thousand fans. It's not surprising that someone would know. Now that his account has been canceled, he has completely disappeared from the entire network. From a fans point of view, it would be really sad.

A staff came over and asked, "Have you finished writing, brothers?"

The conversation was interrupted, Wen Song hurriedly scratched the paper twice and handed in the questionnaire.

There were more and more people in the hut, Wen Song didn't want to stay longer, so he asked Lu Yige to go back first.

Walking out of the noisy hut, isolated from the noise, the surroundings fell silent for an instant, only the footsteps of two people remained in the empty corridor.

Wen Song heard the young man next to him say again: "You are right, I also don't think he will appear and disappear out of thin air."

Wen Song nodded: "Yes, I believe that if he knows that there is a fan like you who regards him as an idol, he will be very happy."

A staff member went upstairs with props, several half-person-high cardboard boxes, and passed between the two of them. The props blocked Wen Song's face, making it impossible for Lu Yige to see his expression clearly, nor could he judge Wen Song's face. What Song said was Song's only idea under speculation, or his own idea.

He couldn't wait to test some conjectures, not only for his own selfish desires, but also to find a high-sounding reason for his own selfish desires.

"Do you know why I chose you?" Lu Yige said again, and there seemed to be a desperate mood in his calm words.

Wen Song was still immersed in the topic of idols. He didn't realize the relevance of this topic for a moment, so he subconsciously asked, "Why?"

The people next to him stopped suddenly, and Wen Song also stopped, looking suspiciously at the people on the steps.

"Because," Lu Yige stared at Wen Song condescendingly, stretched out a hand horizontally to cover Wen Song's eyes, and said, "Looking at it this way, you look a lot like him."

This sentence made Wen Song completely confused.

For a moment, there were countless clues in his mind, and he really doubted, or had he seen the video of himself abroad, and what did he become in his eyes?Is it as ridiculous as a clown?

But he didn't expose himself. If he knew the truth but didn't tell him, what was his intention?

But Wen Song knew clearly that at times like this, he would be less able to reveal any flaws.

No matter whether Lu Yige is playing tricks on him or not, he can only follow Lu Yige to act.

Thinking of him trying to show a surprised expression: "Is it such a coincidence? Then we are really destined, and we both have a Song character in our names."

Lu Yige put down his hands, showing Wen Song's innocent face, he nodded and continued to go downstairs: "It is indeed destined."

Wen Song heaved a sigh of relief and followed behind, continuing to play in a joking tone: "No wonder, you don't want to train me to be as good as your idol just because I look like him?"

"Sorry," Lu Yige apologized neatly, "I did have that thought."

Wen Song didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a while, who would have thought that the biggest crime he suffered since he came to the island was actually caused by himself.

However, some of Lu Yige's actions seemed reasonable in this way. Children should want to get closer to the people they admire?

"Can you forgive me?" Lu Yige suddenly turned his head and looked at Wen Song with sincere eyes.

Wen Song was stared at by this gaze for a second and surrendered. He was powerless just thinking about the fact that this kid regarded himself as an idol. He replied: "Of course."

But there are some things that need to be made clear. He said it sincerely: "However, the gap between me and him should be quite obvious. Moreover, I can't make my debut. I am not the same as him after all."

In other words, what Lu Yige did was meaningless.

No matter what he was like before, Wen Song will never be like that in the future.

Lu Yige replied, "I know."

Seeing the young man's depressed mood, like an abandoned puppy, Wen Song couldn't bear it again. If this kind of disappointment came from acting, then Lu Yige would definitely win the little golden man.

He couldn't help but said: "I don't care about you anymore, so you can treat me as your idol until I get off the island, how about it?" It should be a compensation for using this child.

But in such a comparison, the two of them are really the same. They both approach each other with their own goals, and all their behaviors are not so pure.

If the scene was changed, they might become very good friends.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

Wen Song's words immediately made the lost puppy's eyes light up: "Really?"

"I lied to you as a puppy."

The two had already walked out of the building, and Wen Song seemed to see the corners of the mouth of the person in front of him hooked up in a beautiful and charming arc by the high street lights on the side of the road.

Wen Song looked at it in a daze for a while. People who don't smile often suddenly laughed. It was really very beautiful.

"Hey, but," Wen Song's brain restarted and wanted to change the subject, "Didn't you say you are afraid of ghosts? Why..." Wen Song couldn't go on talking later, he felt a little embarrassed after realizing it, And he actually brought it up on his own initiative, which is simply humiliating himself.

Sure enough, the boy put his trousers pockets away and put his smile back into a cool look, and the words he said made people gnash their teeth: "Perhaps under your background, my point seems insignificant."

Wen Song showed a smile: fine.

"I was terrified today, so I won't go to morning practice tomorrow."

The boy's voice was full of accusations: "Are you going back on your word on the spot?"

"Huh?" Wen Song pretended to be stupid, "Did I promise you anything just now?"

"Are you bullying children?"

"Where are the children?"

......

This night was really a magical night. After this night, Wen Song felt that something had changed between him and the captain, but nothing seemed to have changed.

The training is still as usual, Lu Yige should be strict as usual, and Wen Song should continue to cooperate.

If anything has changed, it is that Wen Song's mood towards Lu Yige has changed.

In the eyes of Wen Song before, he was the almighty team leader, a genius underage, and a brat who deserved to be spanked. Now he has become Wen Song's little fan. Look at him.

There is not much he can do for this little fan, the only thing he can do is to give him more care and guidance.

He noticed that Lu Yige had some small movements during training, and would rub his knees a few times from time to time. At first, Wen Song thought it was because he was tired from training, so he urged him to practice less and rest more. He didn't need to participate in the rating, and he didn't need to be with Wen Song every day practice.

"It's okay for you to miss a day of practice. The program team will never blackmail you with the video of you being lazy. Why don't you go back to the dormitory and read a book. I heard that you have mock exams?" Wen Song was lying on the floor doing kicks. The movement of the bicycle while earnestly persuading.

Lu Yige, who was beating his knee lightly, was very persistent. He looked at Wen Song and said, "I want to train with you."

Wen Song turned his head to meet Lu Yige who was staring at him seriously, and his movements froze for a moment, not knowing what to say.

If there is any change between the two of them, it is Lu Yige's little fan psychology that he doesn't know how to hide.

Compared with before, Lu Yige seems to have found a reason to stick to him in a more upright moment, training together, eating together, even if he goes to record a preparation, Lu Yige will follow him for various reasons.

And now, more and more straightforward love.

Even if he knew whether this admiration was due to the psychology of a fan, or because he loved his house because he was like his idol, Wen Song still found it difficult to adapt.

"Then you should also train moderately. You are developing now. Excessive exercise is not good for your body." Wen Song opened his mouth and said in the tone of an elder. It is still understandable for children who are all underage in physiology and physiology.

I think he had a period of fanaticism towards the dancers he liked before. If Lu Yige were replaced by him, he might not be as calm as Lu Yige.

"I will." Wen Song was slightly relieved by Lu Yige's answer.

After several days of sweltering heat, it finally rained.

After going to the bathroom, Wen Song stopped by the next door to several rooms of the FF group. After chatting for a while, he realized that Lu Yige didn't come to arrest anyone today, so he consciously went back to the practice room.

When he walked to the door, he looked at the enemy through the glass door, but he didn't see anyone at first glance, and after a closer look, he saw the black figure in the corner of the wall.

The huddled figure made Wen Song's heart skip a beat, and he immediately opened the door.

The author has something to say: Well, thank you Baoer who cast thunder and watered the nutrient solution (always forget

When I save more manuscripts, I will add more updates, and now the manuscript is still 0 (tears