I don’t want to be an idol when I’m reborn

Zhang Hongmei is in a lot of trouble. She hasn't worked for several years. How can she adapt to being asked to go back to work now?

Therefore, the purpose of her call was to borrow money from Jiang Chuwei, pretend that she had made money, and return it to Chu Wei's uncle and aunt.

Of course Jiang Chuwei wouldn't borrow it.

"My mother has no money, why don't you borrow it?" Zhang Hongmei gritted her teeth.

"No, you signed the promise yourself. I didn't force you to sign. Just rely on your own efforts to make money. Stop thinking about playing mahjong or taking advantage of opportunities!" Jiang Chuwei hung up the phone and immediately called his aunt. Telephone.

After hearing Jiang Chuwei's narration, the aunt knew that now was a good time for Zhang Hongmei to find a job, so she and Uncle Chu Wei rushed to Zhang Hongmei's house in the evening.

After some hard talk, Zhang Hongmei agreed to try a sales job in a clothing store.

Jiang Chuwei's worried heart was relieved. Although she knew that Zhang Hongmei might cause a lot of trouble, it was enough not to play cards or follow that group of people around.

On September 9, Xu Weiran was finally ready to quit the group, but she was embarrassed to say it. She could only say that it was a temporary break to give herself a step down.

In fact, after talking about taking a break, Jiang Chuwei remembered that before she was reborn, Huang Jialin, a third-generation CD girl student, came back again and never left. However, her graduation time was unfortunately extended. She could have graduated at the age of 30. The company It is said that the temporary break will not be calculated into the performance time, and the break will be extended as long as it lasts.

The rest of those who are on temporary leave have basically retired. A very small number came back and then withdrew again after a while.

Xu Weiran packed up the items in the room, including letters and hats. She could still remember who sent them. Unfortunately……

These people must have retweeted or cheated.

She put on the dark green baseball cap and said to herself in the mirror: "That little girl is not willing to buy it for herself..."

She put all the clothes in her wardrobe into a huge woven bag. Many of the clothes were given by fans, and she hadn't worn them too many times. They were still as good as new.

She couldn't tell whether she liked the feeling of being liked or the material rewards of being liked.

After packing her belongings, she contacted the courier and had someone come to her door to help her return the clothes and toys given by fans. She was ready to take the rest of the things away in her suitcase.

Before leaving, she wanted to meet someone.

Jiang Chuwei received a WeChat message: At 6 o'clock in the evening, we will meet at the same place where Team C gathers for dinner. I invite you.

This WeChat message was sent by Xu Weiran.

Originally, Li Shuqin made an appointment with Jiang Chuwei to take a dance class, but Jiang Chuwei wanted to see what kind of medicine Xu Weiran was selling in the gourd, so he told Li Shuqin about it.

"Don't go, I suspect there is fraud." Li Shuqin stopped Jiang Chuwei.

Jiang Chuwei was not afraid, and even Xu Weiran didn't dare to do anything.

Li Shuqin couldn't defeat Jiang Chuwei, so she rolled her eyes and asked for leave.

In the evening, at a hot pot restaurant, Xu Weiran ordered Jiang Chuwei's favorite dish, and the pot slowly simmered over the lowest heat, waiting for her to come.

Jiang Chuwei was wearing sporty and loose clothes, with a short ponytail and a white mask. Her eyes were sleepy and her hair was messy. She looked like a college student who was tortured by his studies and skipped classes to eat.

"Here we come." Xu Weiran motioned for Jiang Chuwei to sit opposite her, with her back to the door. Xu Weiran left a good seat for Jiang Chuwei. It would be difficult for fans to spot her if they weren't sitting side by side.

Jiang Chuwei put his phone down on the table and turned on the screen: "It's not recording."

Xu Weiran chuckled. She took out her mobile phone from her pocket and gave Jiang Chuwei a look at the screen.

"I do not have either."