The daily life of the popular celebrity ex

While An Rui was recuperating, the staff of the film crew specially sent someone to visit. Zhu Jun originally wanted to avoid suspicion, but An Rui directly said on the phone call of the film crew: "I am with my prospective boyfriend Zhu Jun. .”

At that time, Zhu Jun was peeling the oranges. He originally wanted to split them into two and give half to An Rui to eat. After hearing this, he simply ate all the oranges by himself and threw away the orange peels.

An Rui coughed lightly, Zhu Jun glanced at him, but said nothing.

"Your wound doesn't hurt anymore?"

"It's much better." Zhu Jun's palm was still wrapped with gauze, but it didn't affect the movement of his fingers. "The doctor said that you can leave the hospital after another four days of rest."

"The filming is over, the crew is not responsible for the hotel expenses, and I don't have a place to live abroad, can I..." An Rui was a bit cheeky.

"No." Zhu Jun directly rejected him, "I'm just giving you a chance, and I don't plan to live with you immediately."

"Ok."

An Rui's mood was visibly depressed. He picked up his mobile phone, played for a while, and then asked, "Have you seen the trumpet associated with my Weibo account?"

"No," Zhu Jun, as a person who has opened multiple vests, understands the gameplay and routines of Weibo very well. If you have logged in to other accounts on the Internet, you will only be able to view the IDs of other accounts when you click to switch accounts, and then log in to other accounts.”

After hearing this sentence, An Rui handed his mobile phone to Zhu Jun's direction, and he said, "Then use my mobile phone to see that the password is the same as that of the main account."

Zhu Jun didn't answer the phone, he asked, "Why did you let me watch this?"

"Besides the trumpet you don't like very much, I have other IDs on Weibo," An Rui said with a frank attitude, not at all twitchy, "Weibo release time can't be faked, I entrust my online world to You review and want you to know that I've always liked you."

"...Actually, there is no need to do this, the past is the past." Everyone's Internet world should be secret, and Zhu Jun actually doesn't have that much desire for voyeurism.

"Just think I'm whitewashing myself," An Rui pushed his mobile phone a little closer to Zhu Jun's direction, "Just take a look at it to pass the boring time."

Zhu Jun reached out to take Anrui's mobile phone. He opened Anrui's Weibo neatly, ignored countless message reminders, and switched to the account management interface. Then, his fingers paused for a moment.

"Being your own fan, you're good at playing, aren't you?"

In addition to the tuba, An Rui has three trumpets in total. The first trumpet is the trash can vent trumpet that Zhu Jun found, and the name of the second trumpet is no stranger to Zhu Jun. One of Rui's ten fans, the name of the third trumpet is unremarkable, Zhu Jun hasn't clicked on it yet.

"I thought you always knew that I had a trumpet in the fan circle." An Rui actually took an orange and peeled it slowly, "otherwise how would I know what you do every day?"

Zhu Jun's memory is very good, he quickly remembered the intersection of him and this ID, and couldn't help saying: "You still use this trumpet, and asked me what you like about Anrui."

"I still remember your answer." An Rui was not ashamed, but rather proud. "You said that you liked everything about me, even the way I panicked when I jumped on the stage was cute."

This is the death scene of a large society.

"So, when the film and television program was temporarily adjusted that year, your news was faster than mine?"

"Yeah, after all, you put your own materials, so the speed is supposed to be the fastest."

"I still remember that you yourself said that you were very busy and were filming in other places, and you came over with this ID in the middle of the night and said you wanted to play games with me."

"...Your memory is really good."

"At that time, I made a good male friend in trumpet, and you joined our club with this ID, and within a few days, you made him and another girl from the club into a pair."

"...I said they were interested in each other, do you believe it?"

"Heh, I don't sleep most of the night, and I still have the energy to be a matchmaker. You didn't log in to that game again, maybe you don't know. The young couple specially showed you fireworks, thank you for being a matchmaker."

An Rui touched his face with his hands, and said, "I want to be warm and affectionate. When you were sick, I should have comforted you many times."

"But for me, the one who comforts me is the netizen I have never met, not my lover." Zhu Jun's words were not serious, but An Rui's face turned pale little by little, "You miss me , you can use the ID on the Internet to communicate with me, communicate with me, and express your secret love, but for me, you have been absent from my world for a long time. An Rui, this is not fair to me."

An Rui's expression became terrified and uneasy, and he said, "I did something wrong, I'm sorry..."

"Don't be afraid, I'm not very angry," Zhu Jun flipped through the trumpet, and even saw traces of their past interaction below, "At least it can prove that you really like me, so much that you secretly follow me I."

"...I'm like a pervert."

"You're really not normal."

Zhu Jun switched to the account management interface, clicked on the ID that he had never clicked on, and found that it became very lifelike, looking like an ordinary netizen.

He directly clicked on the original, and then scrolled down to the last page of the original Weibo, and then found that the first Weibo was An Rui posting a photo of a dance classroom, especially in the second class, saying: "I want to be a world superstar in the future." .”

"...Is this the tuba number you live in?"

"Um……"

"Didn't you say at that time that you don't play Weibo?"

"I didn't want to add you on Weibo at that time."

why?

Zhu Jun didn't ask, he turned up and got the answer.

He saw a back view of himself, which seemed to be taken from the dormitory.

16-year-old An Rui took a picture of his back and uploaded it on Weibo. He said, "I wish I could grow up sooner. I want to hug this man."

"I had a very strange dream yesterday. I sneaked to wash my underwear early in the morning. He called me just after washing, and I became weird again."

"Today, the idiot in the dormitory next door asked me if I slept with him, and asked me how he was doing. I fought with him. Of course he couldn't beat me, but he said, people like us who have no hope of making a debut , It’s a thing that is taken care of by others.”

"I really hope he likes me, but I don't want him to like me that way. Damn, I don't even know if he likes men."

"Going out to play today, it rained, I wanted to wrap him in my coat to save him from being watered, but he turned around and bought two umbrellas in the shop of the scenic spot, 200 yuan each, he is too rich gone."

"I want to confess to him."

"Can't I confess to him, anyway, he likes me too, so what if he treats me as a little idol, can't we like each other?"

"I want to confess, I want to confess, I want to confess, I want to confess, but I don't have the money to prepare a gift for confession."

"Is it too bad to write a love letter, and cook him another meal? He said he liked the beef stew last time."

"I'm so cowardly... I gave him the meal, but I didn't dare to confess. I was afraid he would think I was impulsive. It's really troublesome to be underage."

"When can I grow up, when can I have the courage to confess, I don't want to see his back anymore, I want to go home with him holding hands."

Zhu Jun couldn't bear to read it, but he still turned it up.

He saw An Rui's joyful day when he learned that he was coming to pick him up.

He was a little confused when he saw An Rui, because he couldn't tell whether Zhu Jun wanted to keep him, or just wanted to help him.

He saw that An Rui, who had been clamoring to study hard and would work hard to become a big star, had lost his confidence a little bit during that dark time.

"I'm finally sure that he doesn't like me. My liking for him is just my wishful thinking."

"But I'm not reconciled. If I don't do anything, maybe he will send me abroad, maybe he will slowly stay away from me."

"I'm not reconciled, I always have to do something."

"I love him, I want him to be my man, and he can't leave me for the rest of his life, even if he makes me look like a bitch."

Zhu Jun locked the phone, closed his eyes, and said, "I'll finish reading it slowly, but I want to ask you a question."

"What's the problem?" An Rui's voice was very soft, as if floating from afar.

"Why didn't you let me see your mobile phone before? Before I went abroad, we talked about your trumpet. That was a good opportunity."

"Zhu Jun, I also want to save some face for myself, I thought I could fool it." An Rui paused, and continued, "Later, even if I spread the phone in front of you, you There is a high probability that you have seen it, you may have some regrets, but you will not change your mind."

"..."

"Only if you are a little soft-hearted towards me, and I tell you to see it again, you will be more soft-hearted and more likely to forgive me."

"..."

"I know you so well and can calculate so well, isn't it a bit scary, Zhu Jun?"