The male god put me on the hot search again [Rebirth]

He Yuhuan was stunned, what kind of expression is this?

Is it because Pei Nanshen said it deliberately to make people dreamy, or is he harboring evil intentions and thinking too much?

Pei Mingxuan was never a frivolous person. Looking at his expression, although he was smiling, he was also serious and even solemn...

Yuan Fei let go of his hand: "Teacher, please!"

Pei Mingxuan took the Polaroid and leaned his head towards He Yuhuan: "Smile."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but despite being separated by several layers of fabric, He Yuhuan still felt the hot hands on his waist, which made his whole body almost burn: "Eggplant."

Pei Mingxuan turned the Polaroid in the other direction, covered the four instructors in the camera, and took another picture.

When the photos came out, the mentors were all gone, so he let go of He Yuhuan, and fixed the crooked belt for him after being hugged repeatedly: "Hurry up and gather."

He Yuhuan nodded, and ran away quickly, fearing that someone would discover his embarrassment a second later.

Sure enough, he still thought too much, Nanshen Pei just wanted to take a photo with his junior.

The arrangement of the recording hall was similar to that of Yigong Hou’s talent show, with rows of stepped seats. The difference was that there was no set wall, and a large snow-white projection screen was hung on the wall facing the steps.

Thinking of the screen projected on the curtain in his previous life, He Yuhuan was terrified.

It's over...it's too late to ask for leave...

The contestants had already been seated one after another, and there were only about [-] contestants left. Everyone sat forward, and the rows behind were all empty. He Yuhuan quietly walked around to the side, wanting to sit in the back row and become an invisible person.

"Yuhuan."

At this moment, Pei Nanshen's elegant voice sounded like the call of a demon.

He Yuhuan turned around with a smirk: "Teacher Pei..."

"Sit here." Pei Mingxuan pointed to the seat beside him.

"Brother Yuhuan, why did you go there? There is an empty seat for you!" Wei Xiao shouted.

If after being reborn, he had to go to the first stage to catch the ducks on the shelves when he forgot the lyrics of the dance steps, then He Yuhuan's mood at the moment would be like throwing the ducks out of the pot.

He Yuhuan resigned to his fate and returned to the front row, sitting next to Pei Mingxuan.

Everyone was seated, and the projection lighted up without warning. On the screen was a middle-aged couple with kind faces.

it has started……

The director did not disclose the content of this recording in advance. At the beginning, everyone was confused, until the first contestant blurted out and shouted: "Mom and Dad..." Everyone suddenly realized that this is the part of watching the family support video.

He Yuhuan watched it once in his previous life, but now he can only bite the bullet and pretend to stare at the screen seriously, not caring about Pei Mingxuan beside him.

Originally thought that watching it the second time would make him immune, but he never thought he would be moved by the sincere emotions in the picture again. Everyone’s family members are so gentle, and they speak Mandarin with local accents, which makes people feel very cordial.

Pei Mingxuan secretly glanced at He Yuhuan, and saw that his starry eyes shone slightly, reflecting the light of the projector, something seemed to come out of his eyes, his lips were tightly pressed, as if he was suppressing his emotions.

His parents are gone, seeing the encouragement of other contestants' parents, it should be hurt.

For He Yuhuan's part, who will support him?

He also has a younger sister who is so popular, and his relatives must be very gentle, and there must be many close relatives.

Just as Pei Mingxuan was thinking, uneven levels of slogans came from the speakers.

"Yuhuan Yuhuan, you are the best!"

Looking at the projection screen again, it seems to be the audience platform of the school playground. There are more than [-] people crowded like a group photo, all boys and girls of the same age as him.

A group of people were bustling, arguing and asking for a re-recording.

The second time: "宇@#￥%......"

It was even more uneven, and I didn't understand anything.

"Haha, brother Yuhuan, is this your classmate? It's so funny." Wei Xiao had just returned home from the college entrance examination a while ago, and saw that his parents were not emotional at all, but he was dissatisfied with the exposure of his real name "Wei Xiaobao". Forgotten beyond the clouds, I leaned forward and backward with laughter.

"Is this a high school classmate?" Pei Mingxuan asked.

"Yes, the one in the middle with the high ponytail is our squad leader." He Yuhuan introduced absent-mindedly, and just wanted to hurry up and ask the director not to play the next two paragraphs.

At this moment, he doesn't want to be sensational, nor does he want to die!

It's a pity that the picture didn't stop because of He Yuhuan's expectation, another video started, this time it was a living room where a middle-aged couple and a girl were sitting on the sofa.

In my previous life, although FIRE5 was vague, but in order to increase their exposure, the company’s work was not easy. If they couldn’t make it to the big party, they would go to the small party. In addition to practicing singing and dancing in the practice room, everyone has to live broadcast from time to time according to the company's requirements. From the perspective of workload, it is no less than top-tier celebrities.

He Yuhuan hadn't seen his family members for nearly two years after returning home a few times, except for the first year he debuted, the scenes he received were filmed in his hometown's film and television city. He occasionally made video calls. Lost, and won't talk for a long time.

After a long time, seeing the energetic younger sister in the camera, and the aunts and uncles who are as kind as ever as their biological parents, listening to their heartfelt encouragement and deep concern, He Yuhuan almost burst into tears.

He pursed his lips, holding back his tears, and Wei Xiao next to him didn't wink, and said at this moment: "This is your aunt? Where are your parents? Are you so busy at work? I'll give you my phone later, call Give them a call."

He Yuhuan felt a twinge of pain in his heart, and his parents could not be reached on the phone for a long time.

He secretly bit his lower lip and pulled the corner of his mouth: "No need."

"Yuhuan, your sister looks a lot like you." Pei Mingxuan suddenly wrapped his arms around his shoulders, supported his face with the other, and made him face himself, "Your brother is not good, why is he more handsome than your sister. "

He Yuhuan's cheeks became hot, and the discomfort in his heart was suppressed a lot in an instant, and he suddenly remembered the content of the next video, and his whole body was not well.

The video switched again, and He Yuhuan's younger sister, He Yufei, was standing in front of a closed door, holding a selfie stand with one hand, and pointing to the door with the other: "This is my brother's room, let me show you."

The door opened, and He Yuhuan subconsciously lowered his head and buried it in his hands.

"My God! Brother Yuhuan, you are such an idiot!" Wei Xiao blurted out, gloating at He Yuhuan, and the righteous master in the picture beside him.

He Yufei switched to the rear camera and took a panoramic shot of the small room. This room is not much bigger than a capsule cabin. There are beds, desks, bookcases, wardrobes, and the most jaw-dropping things are the walls and cabinet doors. Almost all the blank spaces were covered with Pei Mingxuan's solo posters.

"Yuhuan likes me so much? It's an honor." Pei Mingxuan pointed to the top shelf of the bookcase, where there was a stack of long scrolls, "Could these be my posters too?"

He Yuhuan nodded, and whispered, "It's some posters of your early works."

"Do you think this is the end?" He Yufei brought the camera close to He Yuhuan's bed, put one hand into the mirror, and opened the drawer under the bed, "And these!"

Two drawers full of CDs, DVDs, and magazines.

The camera zoomed in and clearly scanned all the words on the side of the collection, all of which were works that Pei Mingxuan participated in.

"Teacher Pei... I suggest you stop watching." He Yuhuan stretched out his hand to block Pei Mingxuan's eyes, and there was more content behind it.

"Why? I quite like watching these." Pei Mingxuan held his hand, didn't move away, clasped it firmly, and rested it on his chin.

The video screen was shaken, and it aimed at a long white pillow that was as tall as a person on the bed. He Yufei turned the pillow over, and there was a full-body photo of Pei Mingxuan imprinted on the other side. Perfectly defined abs and clavicles.

The little man struggling in He Yuhuan's heart lay flat, with nothing to love in his life.

He usually cleans the room by himself, and his parents basically don't touch the things in the room, so he has the courage to buy such a pillow, and he has never been found by his parents, but he has not escaped the rush into his room every three days younger sister.

The arc of Pei Mingxuan's mouth became wider and wider, and he almost couldn't hide the complacency in his eyes. He blinked and regained his seriousness: "It seems that Yuhuan likes to sleep with me in his arms."

Without waiting for He Yuhuan to explain, He Yufei turned to the front camera and said in a clear voice: "Pei male god! My brother sleeps with your pillow in his arms every day. In order to repay your die-hard fans, he gave his lovely sister a hug. Get a signed photo!"

The video ended with He Yufei's cute expression, and the next player's support began to play.

This scene of He Yuhuan was so explosive that everyone burst out laughing. When the atmosphere calmed down a bit, He Yuhuan lifted his face from his palm like an ostrich that escaped the crisis.

Why only one hand?What about another one?

He Yuhuan turned his head stiffly, only to find that the other hand was still pinned to his chin by Pei Mingxuan, and he twitched it lightly.

Pei Mingxuan was watching the video, looked at him with a smile, looked at the hand holding him as if he suddenly realized, and then slowly let go: "It's very comfortable to hold, I forgot to let go."

He Yuhuan was a little worried at first, after all, being used as a pillow by the same sex, a normal man would feel a little shy, but judging by Pei Mingxuan's attitude, he should not be disgusted, what does this mean?

If he finds himself being hugged like a pillow every night, he won't respond at all, unless...

If it's a fan I don't know at all, it's okay, except for shyness, I really feel honored, but if it's someone I know, the feeling is completely different.

If he didn't like the other party, He Yuhuan would definitely make it clear to that person, either the other party returned to normal social emotions, or he took the initiative to distance himself.

His current relationship with Pei Mingxuan is definitely not a fan or an idol who has nothing to do with each other. Does that mean that Pei Mingxuan has at least a little liking for him...

After watching the recording of the family support video, the program team returned the mobile phones of all the contestants, so that everyone can contact their family members and friends, and hand them in two hours later.

He Yuhuan made a phone call to his family, and listened to his aunt and uncle's continuous caring bombardment, plus his sister's requests for all kinds of Pei male gods for nearly two hours, and finally ended with a sentence from his aunt: "I want Zhang Pei Mingxuan's autographed photo too." Bar."

At midnight, He Yuhuan handed over the mobile phone to the dormitory supervisor, and lay on the narrow bed in the dormitory, listening to the voice of Wei Xiao on the lower bunk continuing to secretly chat with his parents on the mobile phone.

After an unknown amount of time, the voices on the lower berth stopped, and there was the sound of steady breathing, and the outside also became quiet.

He Yuhuan looked at the dim ceiling with hot eyes.

Early in the morning is the most vulnerable time for people. All the suppressed emotions during the day surge up at this moment. The thoughts of relatives and parents are all blocked in the heart at once, roaring to rush out of the throat.

He Yuhuan covered his mouth, took a deep breath tremblingly, carefully took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, tiptoed out of bed, opened the bedroom door, saw no one was outside, walked quickly through the aisle, and walked out of the contestants' dormitory building.

In his previous life, he also did the thing of sneaking out to vent his emotions. He turned to a dead corner of the camera familiarly, and squatted down against the wall.

This year's summer came a little early. In the early morning of mid-June, the heat was so hot that people were sweating all over. He Yuhuan didn't care about the discomfort of sweat on his body, so he pulled a tissue to his face and buried his head in his forearm.

After sobbing a few times, tears burst out uncontrollably.

He still can't learn to cry quietly. When he lives with others, he can't even cry secretly under the covers, so he can only run out.

In his memory, since he secretly cried at the same time in his previous life, he hadn't cried for two years. There was no completely private occasion, let alone time to vent his emotions.

In his previous life, he persevered and worked so hard that he often couldn't sleep for four hours, but he failed to stir up a splash in the entertainment industry at all. The team became more and more cold, and he was getting farther and farther away from his dream. .

He Yuhuan covered his mouth, sobbing louder and louder, his head went numb from crying.

Suddenly there was a rattling sound from the top of my head...

He Yuhuan suddenly stopped crying.

what happened?Isn't there no one in this area?

He thought he was hallucinating, so he covered his mouth tightly and listened with his ears up.

The top of my head suddenly felt hot, and a familiar voice came from above: "It's midnight, what are you doing here?"

He Yuhuan couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or reality for a moment, he touched the top of his head with his hand, and felt a big warm hand, as if it was real.

"Come out, come out and blow some air." He Yuhuan lifted his head with the corners of his mouth pulled, and looked at Pei Mingxuan, who was halfway out of the window, with the torn tissue on his face. He wanted to stabilize his mood, so he took a deep breath, but he didn't expect to let out a cry. belch.