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During this period, non-mainstream and Shamat were popular.

Huang Yunfan's playing in the audition troupe is even more evil in this respect, and he feels that this group of people has a special personality and is handsome in every way.Huang Yunfan's Koukou space has various flash pictures, and his eyes hurt after opening it. His account is a respected Koukou member and a row of shiny diamonds.

In the Audition Troupe, Huang Yunfan set his own character as a handsome guy, noble and glamorous, he can be regarded as a noble Shamat aristocrat.A few days ago, he was still talking about joining a certain family, and now he has become a key member.

Recently, Huang Yunfan has been dissatisfied with Du Jingzhi's previous photos. Although he is handsome, he is too small and fresh, not attractive enough.So I specially bought an electric hair iron for Du Jingzhi, and wanted him to straighten his hair, and then take a few photos for Huang Yunfan after standing up one by one.

"Tell me the truth, are you pretending to be me?" Du Jingzhi held the electric hair stick, and was tangled in his heart. What's the matter?

"No pretense, but..."

Du Jingzhi also heard the turning point in the words, and immediately asked: "If you tell the truth, don't kill me."

"They asked if the profile picture was me, and I didn't deny it."

Du Jingzhi directly raised his foot and kicked it out. Huang Yunfan's obese body was steady, without trembling, he quickly came over and hugged his thigh: "Du Ge, Du Ge, you are my real brother, I am really good in the game, and There are little girls who buy fashion for me and recharge my phone bill.”

"Fuck off, you're pretending to be me to cheat money!"

"How can this be said to be cheating money? I didn't force them, it's all a matter of your will."

"How about sending a photo of your face?"

Huang Yunfan's expression twitched for a moment, as if he was talking about his most sensitive place, his whole expression was full of embarrassment that couldn't be concealed.

Du Jingzhi also felt unnatural for a moment, he didn't think about what he said, and he didn't think carefully about whether what he said would hurt others.Seeing Huang Yunfan's appearance, he couldn't help coughing.

Everyone has their own sensitive areas, and Du Jingzhi also has low self-esteem, is stimulated by his family, and has no confidence in himself.Then Huang Yunfan also feels inferior, because of his appearance, the more inferior he is, the more he cares about it.

Huang Yunfan will often look in the mirror and be smug because he cares about his appearance.Moreover, he likes to buy all kinds of brand-name products, which is also a manifestation of self-protection.People who like to buy famous brands have low self-esteem, and they hope that after buying these things, they can be recognized by other people.

It was also because of low self-esteem that he wanted to be praised by others. Huang Yunfan was driven by vanity, so he began to impersonate Du Jingzhi subconsciously.

"Brother Du, I... will explain clearly to them when I get back." Huang Yunfan said something, licked his lips, and then said, "I can't impersonate you to do bad things, that is... just to take advantage. You know, A good-looking person is like fucking cheating on a life."

Du Jingzhi didn't say much, he just stopped to let Huang Yunfan take care of himself.

He himself does not deny that good looks will win the goodwill of everyone.Just like Du Wei's family, they are all scumbags, and Du's mother doesn't particularly hate him. Sometimes, she will self-criticize.If Du Wei's family didn't have that face, it is estimated that Du's mother would have divorced a long time ago, or the two of them would never have gotten together.

He threw the hair stick in his hand to Huang Yunfan, but Huang Yunfan gave it to him again: "Here, you can tidy up your hair when you have nothing to do. My hair sticks to my scalp, so it's useless to keep it."

"I usually don't need it."

"Come on, your hair is frizzy at every turn. I remember you were bald when you were a freshman in high school. How did your hair grow so fast?"

As soon as Huang Yunfan finished speaking, Zhou Lanyue turned her head quietly, and said, "This is called Dumbao." After speaking, she turned her head away.

Du Jingzhi and Huang Yunfan looked at each other with the look of "this girl must be sick".

Zhou Lanyue was beautiful because she was pretty, and her voice was nice, but she seemed to be out of her mind, probably useless, and both of them felt a little bit sorry for the boys who were chasing her.

This also made the two people who were originally in an awkward atmosphere laugh together again.Huang Yunfan packed his bag, and waiting for an order, he sprinted out with his schoolbag in his arms.

Du Jingzhi also put the hair stick back into his schoolbag, without being pretentious.

Back home, Du Jingzhi drew a sketch for a while.At the end of the paragraph, he couldn't help stretching his waist, turned his neck, and could hear the sound of "cracking", feeling that he was really getting old before he was old.

With a long sigh, he stood up and moved his body, and then he saw a hair stick with a corner protruding from his schoolbag.

At that moment, he felt itchy, wanting to be cheap in the dead of night...

He washes his hair every morning, so it doesn't matter what his hair looks like the day before. He looked at the hair iron a little eagerly, so he took the iron and went to the bathroom to iron his hair in front of the mirror.

He has never used this thing before, and he is a little novice. Anyway, he just ironed it standing up as much as possible. The time is short, and the hair does not stand up. It has grown, and there is still a smell of beard.The most terrible thing is that the arms are always raised like this, which is quite tiring.

After ironing his hair for a while and resting for a while, he looked at his suddenly enlarged head and didn't understand why he did it.

It took more than 20 minutes to finish the work. He looked back and forth at himself, and jumped a few more times. The fluttering hair reminded him of the idiom "flowers and branches fluttering", and he felt that he was very funny.

Back in the room, he turned on the desk lamp, leaned over to look at himself in the small mirror on the table, but after a few glances, someone broke in through the window, which startled him.

Du Jingzhi exchanged a glance with Zhou Zhou who suddenly climbed in through the window. In an instant, the atmosphere became a little subtle, and there was a strange smell in the air.

He was shocked that he broke in through the window so unruly on the weekend, without even knocking on the door. Has this window become a convenient passage?

On the weekend, he stared at his hair for a while, his expression changed a few times, and finally he burst out laughing.

"Smiling, you've been climbing the window very smoothly recently. You climbed into the bed after you climbed in last time. At least you gave me an early warning. This time you just came in like this?" He pinched his waist and said very unhappily asked out.

"No... I saw your hair like this from afar, and thought you were getting an electric shock. I was so scared that I came here quickly. I knocked down a pot of flowers at my house."

"Touch... touch a fart!" He was a little embarrassed, after all, he thought this hairstyle was weird.

I thought that if I did it secretly at home, no one would see it, and I would just wash it tomorrow, but now... this is very embarrassing.

I also feel embarrassed on weekends, let’s go in, it’s a bit awkward to walk through windows all the time.Go back, it's all stepped in, it's even more awkward to go back.

Then I looked at him on the weekend and smiled, pointing to his hair: "Your hairstyle is not good-looking. You have fair skin, a small face, and brown hair. With such a hairstyle, it looks like half of your skin has been peeled off." Rambutan."

He was a little embarrassed, coughed dryly, and raised his hand like he was about to hit someone: "You want to fight, right?"

"No hit, no hit, I'm too timid to fight, and I'm reluctant to fight with you, you beat me like punching a sandbag, it's boring."

He didn't intend to really hit people, but it's too embarrassing now, especially the rambutan...

Red your sister!

When he thought about it, he became even angrier. He wanted to clean up the weekend, so he raised his hand and poked the weekend's armpit.I was jumping under the desk on the weekend, when I was touched, my foot slipped and I fell straight down.

He hurried to help it, then leaned back holding the weekend, even knocking down the easel in the room, making a series of loud noises.He was so crushed by Zhou weekend that he was grinning in pain, and was about to start cursing, when Zhou weekend supported his body with his hands, prostrated himself on top of him and looked at him nervously, asking, "Little mirror, are you alright?"

"You have to focus more, seven days later will be my first seven."

I didn't get up on the weekend, and touched the back of his head with one hand, fearing that he would break it.When the weekend lifted the back of his head, the weekend was still looking at his body, his face was almost buried in the arms of the weekend.

Just when he was about to feel embarrassed, Zhou weekend smiled again: "Your hair is really piercing..."

"Get out!" He immediately pushed the weekend away, stood up and rubbed his arms, just fell down, subconsciously used his arms to support it, and fell hard enough.

I followed him over to see it on weekends, rubbed it for him, had fun, and added: "Rambutan puffer fish, my little mirror, why do you always surprise me?"

"You like me to iron it for you every day."

"Don't, don't, it's all soft."

He said it while laughing on the weekend, but he couldn't hear it clearly, so he asked, "What the hell?"

Weekend immediately became serious, and replied: "It's not good for your hair to iron your hair all the time, your hair is already soft."

He stared at the weekend suspiciously for a long time, and the weekend had always shown an upright look, so he waved his hand: "Go, clean up my room."

Weekend immediately started tidying up his room. He rubbed his arms and went to the table to look in the mirror. Seeing Weekend's appearance in the mirror, he seemed to be relieved, as if he was alive after a catastrophe.

He looked back at Zhou Zhou again, he was packing up his things seriously, and there was nothing special about it.

See how soft his hairstyle is?Could it be that he can still be tough when he sees him?

However, the little angel on the weekend can't be so bad, can he?Weekends are not like that at all...

Besides, which serious man can see another man's hard work?

The two of them finished cleaning up the room, and sat in the room on weekends, as if they wanted to chat with him, as if they were here anyway.He didn't chase anyone away, and sat in front of the easel, holding a pencil and continuing to draw.

"Did Xie Xiyang trouble you again?" He asked on the weekend.

"No, Director Gao talked to him, and he should be able to calm down for a few days. You can clean up his affairs and let it go." Leaning on the back of the chair on weekends, he secretly took out his mobile phone, and gave Du Jingzhi took a photo, and then quickly put away the phone.

"I heard that Huang Yunfan beat you with a stick?"

"Well, he has no strength, no skills, no speed, and no physical strength. At the beginning, he didn't hit me, so I advised him to give up, don't waste his energy, this may have stimulated him, pick up the stick It hit me a few times by waving it wildly, and it really hurts."

"Hits you?"

He didn't answer on the weekend, but just pulled up his clothes and showed him his back.

The first thing he noticed at the first sight was Zhou weekend's smooth texture, tight skin, and erotic figure, and then there was a huge bruise on Zhou weekend's back. He immediately stood up and touched the wound on his back with his hand .

His fingertips were a little cold, and when they touched Zhou weekend's body, it seemed to bring an electric current, which made him dodge subconsciously.He also thought it was the weekend when he was in pain, and couldn't help scolding: "This fat man must be sick, such a tiger."

Weekend didn't look back, just said: "When the hit hit me, Huang Yunfan seemed to be dazed too. Seeing me frightened, he came over to help me."

"Usually, Fatty Huang has never been ambiguous about beating people. If you are so beaten and can't fight back, he probably feels that something is wrong with him."

"I'm not angry, he is also protecting you, I..."

Weekend's words paused, because he felt Du Jingzhi's hand stroking his back gently.