It turns out that I am a heartthrob who came out of the comics.

The newly typed line of words on the phone was silently deleted, and only two words were sent out: [No need]

Then he raised his head, his face as beautiful as ink painting was still rigid.

"Then break it." He sat up from the sofa and walked slowly to the door, "Ace bought it, let him finish it by himself."

There seemed to be something mumbling at the door, but Mo Tingbai couldn't hear it clearly and had to press his ear against the door.

"...But I bought this specially for myself."

He pursed his lips and leaned against the door deliberately not to make a sound.

There was no other movement for a long time, and when Sinan stood for a while and was about to turn around and leave, the door slowly opened a small crack.

Mo Tingbai squeezed out half of his face from the crack of the door, his face was heavy: "Did you buy it by the way when you went to see He Shen to take out the trash?"

Seeing Mo Tingbai's face appear, Sinan's expression brightened instantly, he carried a large bag of things and walked towards the door: "No, I went to buy it myself."

After speaking, he stopped and thought for two seconds: "But is there any difference?"

"There's a big difference." After speaking, Mo Tingbai opened the door and turned sideways, and didn't say whether to let in, Sinan squeezed in consciously.

Mo Tingbai's gaze followed the paper bag in Sinan's hand, but Sinan looked at the little whale doll lying on the piano stand.

He put the paper bag on the table, trotted to pick up the little whale, turned his head and shook Mo Tingbai twice: "I thought you threw it away, didn't you say you didn't like it that day?"

I bought about seven or eight large and small whale dolls in the Whale Pavilion. At that time, Mo Tingbai was in a bad mood and picked one for him. Mo Tingbai said it was ugly with a cold face, but he didn’t refuse. I thought this thing would be thrown somewhere in a blink of an eye, but I didn't expect to see it in Mo Tingbai's room.

Mo Tingbai raised his head and touched his nose: "I'll throw it away in a while."

Then his eyes returned to the paper bag again. The huge M on the bag was still the brand he used to eat, although he hadn't eaten it for a while because of filming.

"Sinan, why don't you treat me to this?" Mo Tingbai sat on the sofa and looked up at Sinan who was approaching with the doll in his arms, "Are you going to die of stinginess?"

"I thought you liked this." Si Nan rubbed the little whale's head and sat down opposite Mo Tingbai, "You posted it on Weibo."

Mo Tingbai leaned forward slightly, and looked at Sinan with half-closed eyes: "My Weibo? A year ago? Why do you read my Weibo from a year ago?"

"Know yourself and your enemy." Sinan whispered.

The memory of these teammates who need to get along day and night in his head is simply lacking in arms and legs, so he can only do his homework to understand.

"Know what?" Mo Tingbai didn't hear clearly.

"Zhizhizhi~" Sinan buried his face behind the little whale and stuck out his tongue, trying to get away with it.

He couldn't let Mo Tingbai know that he was secretly getting to know them.

"If you don't like it, then I'll buy it again."

Si Nan put his hands on the bag and was about to stand up when Mo Tingbai called him: "Sit down."

"Oh." Sinan sat down obediently.

Mo Tingbai pulled the bag from Sinan's hand, took out the meringue Napoleon cake inside, picked up a small blueberry with a fork and spun it twice in the air, and then suddenly stretched it out in front of Sinan like a stabbing sword: "Sinan, let the night come I eat cake, are you trying to make me fat and steal my song?"

The blueberry with some cream on it stopped three or four centimeters away from Sinan's mouth, exuding a sweet aroma. He didn't hide back because of Mo Tingbai's movements, but stretched his head forward a little, his mouth open. Kai Aowu bit the fork, dipped in the blueberries, and slightly raised his eyelids: "No, I just want to buy it for you to eat."

The blueberries exploded in his mouth, and the sweet and sour blue-purple juice soaked into every corner of his mouth in an instant, and a trace of innocence jumped out from the corner of his mouth. Sinan chewed the blueberries and sat back on the back of the sofa, don't listen. Bai's hand holding the fork stopped in place, and he took it back two or three seconds later.

"Sinan."

"Ok?"

Si Nan was still relishing the sweetness of the blueberries, feeling that Mo Tingbai had a good eye, but it was a little worse than the ingredients used by their pastry chef.

He promised again, but he didn't hear what Mo Tingbai said next for a long time, so he answered again: "Huh?"

"Sinan." Mo Tingbai lowered his head and cut a small piece of cake into his mouth, "You dangerous person."

……

After all, he didn't finish the whole piece of cake, and Sinan didn't know what to think. He bought an 8-inch piece for two people. No matter how delicious the cake was, it turned into a mouthful of saccharine in the end.

This can't be blamed on Si Nan, it's the first time for him to buy food for others.

In the past, others lined up to deliver it to him.

"Send it to the refrigerator downstairs." Mo Tingbai said after packing the cake and stuffing it into Sinan's hand.

Si Nan stood on the spot with some hesitation: "Didn't you eat it?"

"Throw it away after you eat it?" Mo Tingbai squinted at Sinan strangely, "Why didn't I realize you were so extravagant and wasteful before?"

It's such a hassle to be someone else, to keep forgetting that he's a poor man now.

Si Nan walked out carrying the cake box that was still more than half left, and Mo Tingbai shouted behind him: "Come back after putting it away."

He stopped again and turned around: "What are you doing?"

"Reward you for a good purchase." Mo Tingbai said.

When he went downstairs, He Shen saw that he was sitting on the sofa downstairs. Usually, the one sitting here was Ace who was playing games.

Seeing that He Shen had a very regular schedule, he went to bed at 10 o'clock when there was no announcement, and it was almost 10 o'clock now, so Sinan was a little surprised to see He Shenjian sitting here at this time, and said hello: "Not going yet rest?"

Seeing that he should be watching some video, He Shen was wearing a Bluetooth headset, took it off after hearing it, and replied, "Well, go to sleep later."

"Oh."

Sinan put down the cake and was about to go upstairs, but He Shenjian called his name again behind him: "You...have you and Mo Tingbai been on good terms lately?"

This sentence is not a question, because He Shenjian's tone is affirmative.

Sinan thought about it seriously, and said, "It's not bad."

Seeing that He Shen's expression seemed to froze for a moment, he raised the corner of his mouth again: "That's good, after all, we are still in the same group."

Then Sinan said, "But it's different from the two of us." He turned his head and looked seriously into He Shenjian's eyes, "We are best friends!"

If there is a micro-focus camera, it should be able to capture the dilation of He Shenjian's pupils when he heard this sentence, but of course Sinan didn't see it. He also rests earlier.

When Sinan bid farewell to He Shenjian and went upstairs, Mo Tingbai had already set up his phone and was writing something on a piece of paper.

"Mo Tingbai, do you still want to record at this late hour?" Sinan walked over and was about to sit down in front of the phone when Mo Tingbai directed him to do so.

"You, sit across from me."

"Me?" Si Nan pointed at himself, and suddenly realized, "Oh, you are going to record my reaction to receiving the reward, right?"

Mo Tingbai couldn't help laughing, then coughed lightly: "Almost."

Sinan Banban was sitting on the sofa opposite the phone, ready to accept the gift.

Ordinarily, he was used to it, but after all, it was his first time in this world, so he was still looking forward to it, so he grabbed the little whale and hugged it in his arms.

Mo Tingbai pressed the video button, looked down at the interview script he had written impromptu, and asked the first question.

"Sinan, how does it feel to be teammates with Mo Tingbai?"

Isn't it a reward, Si Nanxin said.

But after reading the manuscript Mo Tingbai held in his hand and thinking about the interview mentioned in the barrage while eating hot pot, he immediately understood, but he was not angry, and only thought for a while and said, "It's pretty good."

"Very good?" Mo Tingbai dissatisfied turned sideways to reveal half of his face from the back of the phone, "Sinan, you will be cut off for such useless answers, do you know that?"

After watching a few interviews with Mo Tingbai, who choked to death with a single sentence from the reporter, Si Nanxin said, You don't seem to know.

Mo Tingbai simply put down the paper and changed the question again: "Let me ask this in another way, student Sinan, how does it feel to be teammates with the big star Mo Tingbai?"

If this problem is put on other people, it will be hacked.

But the person who asked the question was Mo Tingbai, who would be considered low-key to describe it as a big star.

The person who was asked was Si Nan. Ever since he saw his setting of "thriller" written in black and white, he was hardly surprised by the exaggerated title.

"I don't have any special feelings. I'm also a big star." Sinan said.

Mo Tingbai froze for a moment, then gave him a thumbs up from behind the phone.

"The second question, if you want to collaborate with Mo Tingbai on a song, what genre will you choose? Or if you choose a chorus in an existing song, which one will you choose?"

"Are these two questions?" Sinan asked.

Mo Tingbai: "...you can do whatever you want."

"The first question..." Sinan made a thinking posture, "Sir."

"Why?" Mo Tingbai asked.

Simon: "Because I want to see you dance jazz."

Mo Tingbai: "..." "Next question!"

The chorus song...Sinan started to feel awkward again.

Of course we can't talk about the existing songs in the group, but the singers in this world don't have much contact with them, so——

"'There's a Beautiful Legend'." Si Nan smiled at the camera and Mo Tingbai behind the camera, "Singing this song with your voice should be quite interesting."

interesting……

Mo Tingbai remembered the scene when Sinan was surrounded by a group of grandmas singing this song in the square that day, and then switched his face to himself.

Funny, shit.

"What do you think?" Sinan asked with a smile on his face.

Mo Tingbai: "Sing it yourself."

It’s just an easter egg at the end, the time must not be too long, and Mo Tingbai didn’t have time to prepare any more, so he asked the last question and put away the interview script completely: “In the face of different evaluations, what do you want to say? "

Si Nan was the one who received the most bad reviews among them, and a large part of this was due to the other few of them.But as the captain of the group and as a public figure, no matter how he speaks, he may be regarded as the company's public relations.

So, Sinan, face the camera and say what you want to say.

Without the sadness he expected, Si Nan seemed to have just heard a very common thing, and he thought about it for two or three seconds before replying: "Being disliked by many people is almost the same as being liked by many people."

Mo Tingbai slowly straightened up and removed the whole person from behind the phone, looking at Sinan.

"It's just one aspect of being seen. It doesn't matter what I say. Everyone has their own perspective on things. This is something no one can force."

"As for me," he looked at the camera, smiling his own logo that belongs to the comics, "as long as I know who I am."

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Nan Nan: Who is not a big star?