After a night of violent handsome in the fat house

Jian Shiyu blushed from the praise, he quickly shook his head, "You think highly of me."

It is entirely thanks to the wristband that the voice can recover so quickly. It is too exaggerated to say "born for the stage".

An Haoran has never seen such a young man. He is good-looking and talented, but he is always not confident enough, which makes people feel distressed for no reason, and wants to tell him that you are the best.

Seeing the boy's shy expression, he made up his mind in his heart: he must win No.1 in the final and let him hold the trophy together with him.

In the semi-finals, An Haoran advanced to the top [-] without any suspense by virtue of his excellent singing skills.

The organizer asked the finalists to draw up a list of chorus singers, and An Haoran wrote Jian Shiyu's name.Afterwards, the organizer asked each group of contestants to take a group photo in the photo studio as a promotional poster for the final.

Jian Shiyu didn't expect to shoot a poster. He was very nervous when he arrived at the photo studio. He was at a loss in front of the camera. He stood beside An Haoran stupidly. Before he had time to laugh, the flash lights came on.

Jian Shiyu glanced at his expressionless face on the computer, thinking why he was so dull.

Unexpectedly, the little sister who edited the picture blushed and said to him: "It's very beautiful!"

An Haoran glanced at the boy in the photo. He was wearing a simple white shirt. His indifferent expression made him look even cooler. Those black eyes were still as pure and clean as ever.

The corner of An Haoran's lips raised uncontrollably when he thought that he would appear in the same frame as the boy on the poster.

The day of the final of the top ten singers of Xiacheng University of Science and Technology.

At six o'clock in the morning, on Xiali's No. [-] track and field, the track and field players in sportswear are doing busy morning exercises.

Li Yue is one of the long-distance runners, specializing in 5000 meters, and her daily task is also the heaviest among the girls.

After running twenty laps, Li Yue walked towards the rest room under the stands, panting from exhaustion.

"It's half a minute slower than yesterday." The coach said dissatisfied, "Xiaoyue, why have you been running slower and slower these days?"

Li Yue picked up Pulse and poured it into her mouth, and after a long while said vaguely: "The condition is not good..."

Only she knew in her heart why her condition had been getting worse and worse these days - that very good-looking little brother hadn't come for a morning jog for more than a week.

When Li Yue thought of this, she couldn't help sighing.

That handsome guy is the person who is often discussed by the entire track and field team, the spiritual comfort of all the girls and some boys of the track and field team, and the ever-bright beacon on the morning run...

Li Yue is not the kind of superficial girl who only looks at her face, she is very good-looking, and her own brother is also a handsome guy, so she doesn't care so much about her appearance.

But that handsome guy was different, he would often stop Li Yue and ask her with concern when he couldn't run anymore: "Are you okay?"

Although this kind of situation is usually just because Li Yue wants to be lazy, she is still touched by the tenderness and kindness of the boy, and her heart beats faster when she sees those obsidian eyes.

"Li Yue!"

Li Yue's good friend Chen Xiaoqian happily ran over and interrupted her thoughts, "Would you like to watch the top ten singer finals tonight?"

Li Yue curled her lips and said, "What's so interesting about it? I don't want to see a group of people with heavy make-up winking on it."

"Are you sure?" Chen Xiaoqian raised her eyebrows, and handed the phone to her.

The above is a Weibo posted by Xiacheng University of Science and Technology's official Weibo last night. The text part promoted tonight's top ten singer finals, and the picture part displayed twelve double posters.

I don't know if the person who posted the Weibo did it on purpose, but the posters of An Haoran and Jian Shiyu were placed in the middle.

"puff--"

Li Yue's pulsating mouthful almost sprayed on Chen Xiaoqian's face.Immediately, she excitedly grabbed the other person's hand and asked, "Xiaoqian! Do you have an admission ticket?!"

"Of course there is, otherwise why would I ask you." Chen Xiaoqian took out two tickets, "I got them in the lottery at the event booth!"

Li Yue happily took a ticket, and immediately felt that she could run another [-] laps.

The number of tickets for the top ten singers is limited, but after all, it is only a competition among students, so there is still a small amount left after being distributed through various methods every year.

However, since Xiacheng University of Technology's official Weibo posted the promotional Weibo, many Xiacheng girls went to forums and post bars to ask for tickets, and the originally free admission tickets suddenly became valuable.

"I want a ticket! My friend is terminally ill, and I want to see that beautiful boy before he dies!"

"Ask for tickets for the top ten singers, 20 yuan."

"Is there anyone with more tickets? I'm a classmate of the handsome guy. I can use his contact information to exchange."

Originally, this was just a transaction between Xia Li's students. For some reason, this Weibo was transferred to several universities next door. Suddenly Xia Li's forums and post bars flooded with many students from other schools.

In just one morning, the ticket price for the top ten singers was fired from 20 tickets to 50 tickets.

Li Yue stared dumbfounded at the hard-to-find grand occasion, hugged Chen Xiaoqian tightly, and said emotionally, "You are my reborn parents!"

When Zhang Yan saw that Weibo post during lunch, he was so shocked that he almost swallowed the whole spoon.

"Shi Yu, is this true?!" He grabbed Jian Shiyu's arm and kept shaking it.

When Qu Fan and Chen Yikai saw Weibo, they were also shocked from ear to ear.

"Yes, it's true..." Jian Shiyu lowered his head, not daring to look at them, "Keep your voices down..."

"Damn! Are you going to the final chorus?!" Qu Fan patted his thigh vigorously, "There is someone in our dormitory who can go to the final! It's awesome!"

He was eliminated very early and kept saying in the dormitory that the judges had problems with their ears.

"Shi Yu, can you sing?" Chen Yikai asked curiously.

"It should... count..."

Although he has practiced for many days, Jian Shiyu still has no confidence in himself.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Tan Ran, who was busy training newcomers at the company, saw this Weibo.

Ever since she met the boy in the coffee shop, she has been obsessed with him. For this reason, she also followed the official Weibo of Xiacheng University of Technology, trying to find clues from Weibo.

Emperor Tian paid off, when the posters of Jian Shiyu and An Haoran appeared in Tan Ran's eyes, she covered her mouth in surprise.

Tan Ran always felt that she was the most discerning person in Yincheng Entertainment Company.

To prove this point, she privately sent her Weibo to Lu Yu's WeChat.

"Mr. Lu, are you interested in signing the guy next to An Haoran?"

Lu Yuzheng was sitting in the office, with a cup of fragrant West Lake Longjing in his hand, and the gold medal composer Zhan Qi was sitting opposite him.

"The TV series has already finished, so hurry up and finish recording your theme song." Lu Yu frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "How many times have you been to Mingxiangju, do you have to find that amateur?"

Zhan Qi sat on the leather swivel chair and looked at Lu Yu with some displeasure, "It must be because the food at Mingxiangju is too bad. He has been there once and doesn't want to go again."

"It's unpalatable?" Lu Yu sneered, "It's unpalatable, you better not go there every week."

"Stop mocking me." Zhan Qi said disdainfully, "I don't think you got that vase, you still have time to care about me."

"I don't care about you, but your songs are commodities to me. As for my affairs, you don't have to worry about them."

Lu Yu was poked on the sore spot by Zhan Qi.He did send a few messages to "Vase" in the past few days, but the other party didn't care about anything, and seemed to be very wary of him.

Lu Yu looked through his circle of friends again, and found that he had blocked himself.

Just when the two looked at each other disliked, Tan Ran, Lu Yu's manager, sent him a message.

Lu Yu picked up the phone, glanced at it casually, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"I don't have anything to do, I'll leave first." Zhan Qi said with a cold face.

"Wait a minute." Lu Yu clicked on Jian Shiyu's poster, enlarged his half, and handed it to Zhan Qi, "This is the very good-looking vase I told you about."