After the rebirth, I became the top class again

The appearance of Wen Chengli made the evening discussion lively, and many people turned their attention to Wen Song by the wall. At this time, Wen Song was still in shock, and his shock was no less than that of the students.

He clearly gave the program team his friend's contact information. He didn't think his parents were still in the mood to record cheering videos for him. It would be nice if they didn't come to the island to scold him.

But the little old man standing on the board in the video is indeed his father whom he hasn’t seen for a long time. At this time, Wen Chengli was only in his 60s, and he didn’t have so many gray hairs. Later, after being ill for a while, he seemed to have aged ten years suddenly, and he was not so energetic in cursing others.

But what surprised Wen Song even more was what his father said.

"Wen Song, since you signed up, you will take the competition seriously," Wen Chengli continued with a sullen face, "Your mother and I will fully support you, including spiritually and financially."

It's not like someone forced him to say it.

The students laughed out loud.

"Hahahaha, will you give out red envelopes when you debut?" Papa Wen?"

"Hahahaha Papa Wen is so cute."

"Everything is fine at home, don't worry about it, anyway, you haven't heard what we said," Dad Wen still couldn't hold back his complaints, and then he seemed to be said something by someone outside the camera, and immediately corrected his expression, "I hope You can show your level and style in the show! That’s it, you can make your debut or not, remember to go home after the competition!”

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

"Why does it feel like Brother Wen will be beaten up when he goes back hahahaha."

The students gave heartfelt applause while laughing. During the applause, Wen Song stared at the frozen picture on the screen for a long time and could not regain his senses.

Even though he could see his reluctance, Wen Song never expected his father to say such a thing.

Speaking of which, most of Wen Song's rebellious and stubborn temper is inherited from his father, and his father's self-made business can achieve this level because of his unyielding energy.

When Wen Song and his father met, the needlepoint met Maimang, and no one would accept or lose. His father despised him for not doing a proper job, thinking that everything he did was wrong, and Wen Song wanted to make it a proper job. , so the father and son have been fighting for so many years, and suddenly hearing his father give in, this shock to Wen Song is like the sun coming out from the west.

He has been stubborn for so many years, and he is used to being single-handed, but it is not because he likes to be single-handed, but just for a word of approval and a word of support.

Now this sentence came a little too fast, making Wen Song hard to guard against, his eyes were sore and foggy, especially the last sentence, the simple sentence "remember to go home" let Wen Song directly break his defense, what was the last time he went home is it time?

A video was already playing on the screen, Wen Song held the quilt in his hand and lowered his head, wet his eyes, God always seemed to be joking with him, he decided not to like Li Sining anymore, Li Sining said he liked him instead, He decided to stay away from the entertainment circle. His father said that he would not let him look forward and backward, and let him take the competition seriously.

The shortcomings of his previous life have been made up for, so does he still have to follow the old path?

The hand under the quilt was suddenly held, and that hand squeezed him lightly twice, giving him a solid and powerful sense of security.

Wen Song moved his fingers back, and the real touch of his fingertips made him subconsciously tighten his grip. At the same time, it gradually became clear in his mind that he would definitely not follow the old path again, just like he would not like Li Sining again.

At the end of the night talk and the end of the party, some people are still reluctant to part, some are still sad and depressed, and even the few children mixed in the team are much more honest.

But Wei Linxi still couldn't hold back his joy: "That's great, Brother Wen, you can make your debut this way, and I'll go and promote you right away!"

Wen Song didn't answer, Lu Yige glanced at Wei Linxi: "He is my team member."

At the same time, Mi Tian also said: "Can you be worthy of the members of your circle for canvassing votes for other groups?"

Wei Linxi finally remembered her role as an assistant actor, and smiled to ease the embarrassment: "It's not too exciting, and I really don't need it. I have a hunch that it will definitely not be a problem to make a debut with Brother Wen's strength."

"I agree with this." It was rare for Gu Xian not to contradict Wei Linxi.

During the discussion, Wen Song remained silent. Apart from shocking him, the video of his dad also made him let go of a big stone in his heart. His future seemed to be bright, except for his unknown worries.

If you tell others that he doesn't want to debut because he is afraid of death, it should be no less funny than him because he is afraid of breaking his leg and not making a debut because of fortune telling.

Although he has started to swing from side to side now, after all, he only has one life, who knows if he will have that life to start over again, he still has a lot of things he wants to do.

Passing the training building, Lu Yigra stopped Wen Song. Wen Song looked up at him, and Lu Yige said to the others: "There are a few movements that need to be practiced, you go first."

"Okay." Wei Linxi moved his flexible eyebrows twice, smiling reservedly.

Mi Tian glanced at Wen Song who had no objection, and gave Lu Yige a complimenting look. He thought that the way of their team leader was still at the stage of being cute and miserable, and now it seems that it is not too bad.

Sangong's training was suspended. At this time, the training building was pitch black, with no light at all.Wen Song followed Lu Yige into the hall, and when he saw the darkness, he stopped and said, "Just talk here if you have anything to do."

Lu Yige held his hand in the dark, and said in a playful tone, "What's the matter? I said I'm here for training."

Wen Song was blocked and had nothing to say.

Lu Yi grabbed him, and Wen Song slammed into his arms unsteadily. The boy's other hand was already habitually wrapped around his waist, and he lowered his head to his ear and deliberately lowered his voice: "You think I want to What are you doing, Wendy?"

Wen Song's exhausted brain made him give up struggling and awkwardness. The boy's broad and comfortable embrace was a good place to rest. Facing the ambiguous teasing, he muffled: "Who knows you."

The rare docile side of the man in his arms gave way to Lu Yige's chest beating wildly, and he felt that the soft body of the man in his arms would melt at the touch of a touch. His intimate tone and gesture made his blood pressure soar even more, so he couldn't control himself The original plan was to drag someone to find a corner and kiss him.

The boy's slightly rough and eager movements made Wen Song involuntarily let out a muffled groan, but in exchange for more excessive biting, the intertwined silhouettes in the dark night almost merged into one, and the surrounding air became hot amidst the ambiguous sounds. .

"Don't," Wen Song, who could hardly stand still, pressed the hand that was always making trouble on his waist, and complained in a tone, "Can't you change the place?"

He clearly knew that his waist was the most untouchable, so he deliberately pinched it back and forth. Last time he went back to the dormitory, he saw that there were marks on it.

Lu Yige held his wrist back and climbed up the rock, and the breath that came out made Wen Song's ears tingle a little: "Where do you want to change?"

Wen Song's sense of shame soared with a cry of brother, and he couldn't stand even more. The boy stretched out a leg to push against the wall, and said, "Be good, let me kiss for a while."

The ambiguous sound became clearer, Wen Song's whole body was like a drowning fish, wanting to struggle but instinctively drowning.

This is an experience he has never had before, and it is also a madness that he has never imagined, but he does not hate it.

On the contrary, this moment of presumptuousness made him completely forget all kinds of troubles. It seemed that there were only the two of them left in the world, and this young man with one mouth and one brother in his ears was all he had.

When Wen Song was dragged upstairs, he panicked. Kissing downstairs is ridiculous enough, what else does Lu Yige want to do?

When Lu Yi pulled him to find an empty classroom and turn on the lights, he realized that he seemed to be thinking too much.

Lu Yige turned on the stereo to play the accompaniment, then returned to the person in front of the mirror who was still in a daze, touched his red lips and said, "I'm back to my senses."

Wen Song blushed and slapped his hands away, listening to the unfamiliar rhythm and asking: "What do you want to dance?"

Lu Yige: "A gift for you."

"Gift?" Wen Song was puzzled.

Lu Yige had already stood in front of the mirror. At this time, the prelude was just finished. The boy got into the rhythm with a smooth sliding step, and made a lock with the clear drumbeat. Wen Song's eyes lit up, and his eyes followed Watching the boy's slender and flexible limbs move together, he gradually filled with amazement.

Another three consecutive stuck movements, Lu Yige stuck perfectly, Wen Song looked extremely comfortable, the boy who danced seemed to be glowing all over, and the handsome dance moves made him want to move, this is his favorite dance style.

Wen Song has practiced dancing for many years, and he knows a little bit about all kinds of dances. It can be regarded as a wide range. This choreography incorporates many dance elements, which perfectly interprets the freedom and richness of urban, but it does not appear to be messy. The smooth integration can be seen by Wen Song Eager to try, he uttered immediately after the boy finished dancing: "You made this up yourself?"

Lu Yige nodded to him, and then said: "This is my part." He pulled Wen Song to him and continued, "The bottom part is yours."

Wen Song looked at the person in front of him and blinked. If he understood correctly, this is a pas de deux?

In fact, Lu Yige wanted to hold back for a while longer, it was too long after Wen Song's birthday, and his debut night was pretty good, no matter whether he made his debut or not, he could give this dance as a congratulatory gift.

But Wen Song seemed to be in a bad mood these past few days. After trying to cheer up tonight, a video made him go back again, so he couldn't help giving gifts in advance.

In short, the purpose is to make Wen Song happy, and when the purpose is achieved, life is not so important.

Seeing Lu Yige make the first move, Wen Song immediately regained his spirits.

The time seems to have returned to the time when they first came to the island, and the two of them studied one by one. The difference is that now Wen Song learns a lot faster, and communicates with Lu Yige loudly from time to time.

"You can't make it up like this, so you will be completely blocked by me." Wen Song said, hitting the person standing behind him.

Lu Yige opened his mouth and said: "What I want is to block it." He lowered his head and lightly bit the back of the snow-white neck in front of him. He had wanted to do this a long time ago.

Wen Song was startled by the sudden touch, tilted his body to avoid the itching on the back of his neck, and said worriedly: "There is monitoring."

Lu Yige tightened his arms: "The museum is closed now, it won't be opened."

Unable to break free, Wen Song could only accuse: "Don't you have other things on your mind?"

"Well," Lu Yige muffled, "you are all on my mind."

Wen Song muttered that he was not doing his job properly, but the smile on his face could not be suppressed.

The boy's frank love words don't need money, and he can't resist it.

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