The "end" of the wrong male god

Fu Chengqi washed his face and regained his composure when he came out of the bathroom.

He sat next to his mother, picked up the bowls and chopsticks and picked up the meal without saying a word.However, just after eating two bites, I heard my father ask: "What are you going to test tomorrow?"

Fu Chengqi paused, and said in a muffled voice: "The art of radio program production and hosting."

Dad glanced at him, and asked again: "You are determined not to enter the TV station, are you?"

Fu Chengqi nodded without hesitation.

Dad got angry when he saw him like this, so he pointed at him and said angrily: "You useless thing! I would have known two years earlier that you went to college just to get some broken Internet radio station, so I wouldn't let you read it." Such a great school!"

Seeing that Fu Chengqi had put down her chopsticks, my mother hurriedly kicked my father under the table, and hurriedly said: "Chengqi, since you have to take the hosting art test tomorrow, you should eat less boiled fish. Try to protect your throat. Don't study too late tonight, go to bed early, and mom will make you a cup of fat sea tomorrow morning before you go out, and you take it to school. Okay?"

"No need, Mom." Fu Chengqi raised his eyelids and looked at Fu Cheng who was sitting opposite, and said sarcastically, "I'm born with a good voice, so it doesn't matter how much you trouble me."

Fu Cheng looked at him calmly.Then he turned his head and said to his father: "Dad, I will participate in the final of the school debate competition tomorrow. I won't come back for dinner tonight."

"The game isn't over yet?" Dad frowned, then put down his chopsticks, patted him on the shoulder and persuaded him, "Cheng Shuo, how many times has Dad told you. It would be pointless and wasteful not to participate in these things in the future." A matter of energy. You are already a junior now, and you should start an internship in one year. The time is long or short. Dad hopes that you can spend more time and energy on professional courses. Those miscellaneous things have delayed your studies. When you enter the TV station after graduation, your parents still expect you to make us look good. Do you hear me?"

"Well, don't worry, Dad. After participating in this debate competition, I will temporarily put aside the affairs of the student union and concentrate on studying." Fu Cheng said as he put down the bowls and chopsticks, smiled and said coquettishly: "Dad , can I discuss something with you?"

Dad snorted, squinted and asked, "What's the matter? Don't you want me to pay again?"

"Hehehe, this time it's not just a matter of paying for it." Fu Cheng said with a smile: "That's it, isn't the debate competition of our five major schools coming to an end soon? This year's event is the first time our school hosts it, and It is almost the last large-scale event that I am responsible for as the chairman of the student union. So I want to sponsor our event. When other schools were in charge, the prizes were too poor. I don’t want to share with They are the same. I want to prepare some high-end prizes. In this way, the fighting spirit of the participating teams can be mobilized and the competition will be more exciting. Secondly, it can also give the student union of our school a good reputation. How about it, Dad, can you help me with this? good?"

"Hey, hey, don't pull my clothes." Dad shook off his hand, pointed at him and said, "You kid, you know how to think about your dad all day long because of your student union."

"Hehehe, it's a good idea to make an idea. Besides, if this matter is done well, I will be praised by the school leaders, and your face will be more radiant, right?" Fu Cheng said hastily.

Dad smiled and twisted his face: "I don't care if I want this brilliance or not. But for the brilliance of your face, I will spend it again. But we have agreed in advance, you finish this time I'm going to put my mind away from the activities and study hard. Boy, you have to understand one thing. No matter how many honors and awards you get in school, once you leave the campus and enter the society, the only person who can be useful is you expertise. So don’t lose sight of one thing, get it?”

"Got it, Dad. I have my sense of proportion." Fu Cheng said proudly, "Besides, my professional scores have never dropped out of the top five in our college. So don't worry!"

"Well, it would be great if every child could be as reassuring as you are." Dad said with an annoyed sideways look at Fu Chengqi, "I'm just wondering, how can there be such a gap when a mother is born? big!"

Fu Chengxi turned a deaf ear and took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, stood up expressionlessly and said, "Dad, Mom, I'm full. Let's go back to the house first."

After finishing speaking, regardless of his father's scolding, he picked up his schoolbag and went straight upstairs.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, just as Fu Chengqi was biting his pen and memorizing knowledge points silently, the mobile phone on the table suddenly rang.

He picked it up and saw that the caller showed Guan Yue.So he spit out the ballpoint pen, leaned back in the chair and picked up the phone.

"Good evening, Brother Guan." Fu Chengqi said as he swung his chair around.

"Good evening, dear Xiaoqi." Guan Yue said coolly on the other end of the phone: "Long time no see, how are you doing? I took time out to come to the bar today to listen to your singing, but you weren't there. What a pity .”

Fu Chengqi put his legs on the desk and said perfunctorily, "I'm sorry, Brother Guan. I have an exam tomorrow, and I'm studying at home now."

"Review?" Guan Yue chuckled, "Xiao Qi, you are really the most self-motivated bastard I have ever met. So it seems that my sister has a good vision."

"Brother Guan, what do you want from me?" Fu Chengqi asked, changing the subject.

"Can't I find you if I have nothing to do?" There was a sound of ignition on the other end of the phone, and then Guan Yue said in a dark voice: "Xiao Qi, I want you to help me clean up. He is a sophomore in the School of Economics and Management of H University." Student, name is Liu Shuang. After I borrowed a sum of money from me last year, I haven’t even paid back the principal. Because he is young and a student. So I can’t come forward directly. Just remind him for me Right. Also remember to tell him that if he doesn’t come to me within three days, don’t blame me for having trouble with the child.”

"Okay, I got it. I'm free tomorrow night, so I'll take care of it for you." Fu Chengqi sat up straight and said, "Brother Guan, if you have nothing else to do, then I'll take care of it for you." Review first. I will contact you after the matter is completed."

"Okay, hardworking college student. Then I won't delay your study. I wish you a good test tomorrow." Guan Yue hung up the phone immediately after finishing speaking.

After Fu Chengqi sent Liu Shuang's message to Duanduan, he closed the book and tilted it on the bed.He stared blankly at the ceiling for a long time, then picked up his mobile phone, took a photo of the ukulele hanging on the wall, wrote down the sentence "what do you want to hear today" as usual, and posted a Weibo story .

After sending out the Weibo, Fu Chengqi clasped his phone upside down on his chest.Feeling the vibrating sound of news pouring in continuously, he found a trace of comfort and hope from the bottom of his heart.

Ten minutes later, Fu Chengqi reopened Weibo, browsed through the most liked comments, and randomly selected one to like it.After that, he opened the private message again, obsessively trying to erase the red dots in the message column of unfollowed people.

However, at this moment, a private message from a person named "Super Huahua of Anpanman" caught his attention.

Fu Chengqi had a little impression of the name of this earthy name, but he couldn't remember the specific intersection.Maybe it was just a fan he had casually praised before.But what caught his attention was not the name of this person, but that this person did not privately message him with all kinds of messy emotional stories or make all kinds of weird requests like others, but instead asked a question that made him feel very ridiculous.

-Male God, what would you do if you were stalked by bad guys?

"It's a joke. I'm a bad guy, so I'm afraid of being entangled with someone." Fu Chengqi sneered, and then turned off Weibo indifferently.

Nianhua refreshed Weibo, and after seeing the voice link shared by the male god, although he was happy, he was also a little disappointed.

Ten minutes ago, when he saw the Weibo story sent by the male god, he didn't know which nerve was touched for a while, and he impulsively private messaged him a question that had nothing to do with the subject and was a bit naive.

Although he knew in his heart that he might not get a reply from the male god.But when he saw that he had read the private message, but there was no response, and he posted a new Weibo as usual, Nianhua seemed to be slapped by someone, and his heart was full of self-confident embarrassment and aggrieved.

Do you think that after the male god turned over your cards once, you really got closer to him?Stop dreaming.He is your male god, and also the male god of all fans.You have nothing special, and there is no intersection between you.How could he share his experience with you alone, and how could he specifically solve your worries and give you advice?

Thinking about it, Nianhua took out the ticket in his pocket again, read the words on it over and over again, poked Fu Chengshuo's name and said to himself: "Hey, what should I do to make you remember?" And me?"

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