After I dressed as a fake young master from a wealthy family, I became popular [entertainment circle

"No formal training, huh?" Wen Yuan squatted in front of Hang Yang without hesitation, supporting his shoulders with both hands, two clusters of small flames in his eyes were burning hotter and hotter, the eagerness was frightening, goosebumps instantly appeared on Hang Yang's back Get up.

"Uh...um." Hang Yang shrank his neck a little guilty with such eyes.

Wen Yuan's face suddenly enlarged in front of Hang Yang: "In the future, when someone asks who your teacher is, you must give me my name, do you hear me?"

Hang Yang: "ummmmmmm?!"

"Absolutely don't ask others to hear it!" Wen Yuan's hand pinching Hang Yang's shoulder became more and more forceful.

Hang Yang's mind hasn't turned around yet, facing Wen Yuan's sudden change of attitude, the whole person is in a daze: "Well..."

Wen Yuan frowned, and slapped him on the back. Hang Yang felt his back was hot, and instantly straightened his back.

"Louder, firmer!"

Hang Yang was shocked: "I heard it!"

"Okay!" Wen Yuan was like changing his face in a performance, with a smile overflowing from the fine lines on the corners of his eyes and brows, his whole body was so kind and benevolent, he rubbed Hang Yang's head, "Good boy, you will have a great future."

You're going to have a great time--

Hang Yang was in a daze, his thoughts suddenly crossed a death, and drifted back to his previous life. Someone told him so, but it's a pity that he didn't have this life in the past.

This time...

Hang Yang clenched his hands into fists, trembling slightly because he squeezed them too tightly: I must grasp my destiny with my own hands.

For the next two weeks, Hang Yang went to the base early in the morning every day, and returned home after nightfall.Even in the car, I hold the script tightly, and I often mutter words in my mouth. I don’t like to talk too much at home. I have to take a long time to get an answer when talking to him. I would choke up while eating.

"Hang, Yang?" Hang Xiutu who was sitting across from him put down his chopsticks and raised his beautiful eyebrows slightly.

"Sorry, sorry, brother." Hang Yang put down the bowl, trying to swallow the food choked in his throat, while trying to calm the choking.He patted his temple hard, this slap was ruthless, and the crisp sound of "slap" resounded throughout the restaurant, making his flushed eye sockets even more pitiful.

Hang Xiutu quickly reached out his hand to signal: "It's okay, don't worry."

After finally waiting for Hang Yang to get out of his emotions, he hesitated for a moment, and still asked: "You, during this time..."

"Forget it," Hang Xiutu stopped suddenly, he waved his hand, "find a way to divert your attention, learning how to play is also very important. Don't indulge yourself too deeply in other people's emotions, understand?"

Hang Yang nodded quickly, speaking with an almost imperceptible weeping sound: "I see, brother, I'm really sorry."

Hang Xiutu raised his eyebrows and let go quickly.He suddenly felt unreasonably irritated by Hang Yang's cautious politeness. Hang Xiutu put the bowl in his hand on the table with a bang and got up, but Hang Yang's frightened eyes made him even more uncomfortable Comfortable: "I'm done."

Hang Yang quickly lowered his head: "oh... well, brother, go slowly."

He lowered his head—he always lowered his head in front of him, his slightly too long black hair hung down, and a few strands of it stuck to the exposed section of his fair neck, revealing an incredible soft temperament, which made him feel inexplicably People want to fiddle with it.

Hang Xiutu's fingertips trembled, but he held his fingers calmly, left in a hurry after saying "rest early".

Hang Yang raised his head, looked at the back of the man leaving, with a self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth, and gave a soft "um" to the air.Then he got up and went back to the room.

—Another very ordinary night.

And Mrs. Hang has already resumed her workload. She is so busy in the company every day, she regularly maintains the underworld routine of leaving early and returning late. There is almost no one at home. Extricate yourself.

Another half month later, Hang Yang's "play lunatic" state at home has subsided a lot, but he hardly talks about the content and progress of the class, as if he is more calm than Hang Xiutu.

This day, Hang Xiutu drove out, and it was not complicated to ask him to come forward, and it was done in the middle of the morning.Afterwards, Hang Xiutu drove slowly in the sparsely populated outskirts of the city. Unexpectedly, he lost his mind and the car had already stopped at the gate of the base.

Hang Xiutu looked at the exquisite small building outside the car window: "..."

He sighed softly, got out of the car, paused slightly on the stone steps outside the door, and walked in.

Hang Xiutu walked along the long corridor without saying a word, and passed a staff member in front of him, the girl was stunned for a moment, froze in place, and after a few seconds, she gasped and bowed fiercely: "Teacher Hang! "

This voice was quite powerful, and several nearby classrooms opened up "bang bang bang" in response, and the sound of gasping one after another.

Immediately, "Teacher Hang!" "Mr. Hang, good morning!"... A string of suppressed excited greetings followed one after another, and the young artists cast their longing, reverent and even envious eyes on them, like a pile of kilowatt-hours. Turn on the light bulb at full power and aim it at Hang Xiutu.

Simply because Hang Xiutu had long been used to being focused by a large number of eyes, he only moved slightly between his brows, and then quickly stretched them out, nodding to the person next to him—as elegant and decent as ever.

He casually patted a staff member: "Excuse me, which classroom is Teacher Wen Yuanwen currently using?"

The little girl was startled, and her voice was so high that it was a bit out of tune. She pointed to the end of the corridor with shaking fingers: "The most, the innermost room is on the left!"

Hang Xiutu nodded: "Thank you."

Immediately, as expected, a higher-pitched "You are too kind!"

Hang Xiutu walked to the end of the corridor, hesitated for a while, and just raised his hand to knock, when he suddenly smelled a cigarette smell from the side.

He completely pushed open the half-open glass door next to him—as expected, Wen Yuan was puffing on the small semi-circular balcony at the end of the corridor.Seeing Hang Xiutu, Wen Yuan raised his eyebrows unsurprisingly. This man has grown old, and he still speaks in a sarcastic tone, without the slightest demeanor of an old artist: "Yo, you are so busy these days, remember to throw Is there a little guy here?"

Hang Xiutu didn't answer, just put his hand on his lower lip, frowned and coughed twice.

Wen Yuan snorted, extinguished the cigarette in his hand, and threw it into the trash can: "You kid is forced to..."

"Okay," Mr. Wen waved his hands a lot, no longer caring about the "one-smoke revenge", his eyes slanted, and he stared at Hang Xiutu's perfect side face playfully, "Are you here to inquire about your brother's situation?"

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you." Hang Xiutu generously admitted, but his expression was indifferent, and he didn't show much concern, "How is the situation?"

Wen Yuan raised the corners of his mouth, he seemed in a very good mood, and didn't even bother to give Hang Xiutu a few words of habitual ridicule.

He put his hands on the guardrail, looked into the distance, and clearly said two words: "Perfect."