After a night of violent handsome in the fat house

An Haoran had been sitting in his seat for half an hour, but he had no idea because of his troubles. He only wrote a short piece of music, and finally crossed it out because he was dissatisfied.

At this moment, he caught sight of a figure approaching from the corner of his eye, and when he found someone standing beside him, a suspicious male voice came: "Hey, where is my book?"

An Haoran raised his head, thinking that the person with no quality should be back.Just when he showed contemptuous eyes, the young man bent down, approached him and asked softly, "Student, have you seen a copy of "Business English"?"

Jian Shiyu was a little anxious. He hadn't passed the BEC junior level yet, so he couldn't lose this book.

But the boy he questioned had a dull expression on his face, and the pen in his hand fell to the table with a "click", and stared at him stupidly, unable to say a word.

Jian Shiyu asked again patiently.

An Haoran's face instantly turned red as if he had a fever. He didn't dare to look directly into Jian Shiyu's eyes. He quickly lowered his head, pointed to the bookshelf beside him and said, "On... the bookshelf over there, I thought there was no one reading this book. want……"

Jian Shiyu walked in the direction he pointed, and heaved a sigh of relief after finding the book.He glanced at the boy who kept drawing on the paper with a pen, and didn't understand why he was so nervous.

"thank you."

Jian Shiyu thought about it, and thanked the other party.

An Haoran stared at him blankly, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.He looked at the young man's clear eyes, and felt that he had never seen such clean eyes, like a deer in the forest, pure and breathtaking.

Jian Shiyu saw that he didn't respond, so he left.

After the beautiful boy left for a long time, An Haoran's heart rate was still abnormally high, and the stave in front of him had been messed up by him.

Suddenly, countless inspirations flooded his mind.

An Haoran took out a stave again, and seriously composed new songs on it.The sunlight came in, illuminating the desk, and also illuminating the title of the song at the top of the score.

juvenile.

This is the word that An Haoran most wants to describe at this moment.

After Jian Shiyu returned to the dormitory.I bought a can of iced Coke from the vending machine downstairs, ordered a takeaway, opened the game on the computer, and began to experience the happy life of an otaku again.

Being an otaku is cool for a while, and it’s always cool to be a nerd.

However, this happiness did not last long.

When Jian Shiyu was crazily shoveling chicken chop rice into his mouth, a notification was suddenly sent out in the class notification group: "At 2 o'clock this afternoon, students from English Class 201 went to Class D, Room [-] for a class meeting. @全员"

Jian Shiyu rolled his eyes. The sudden class announcement was the most hated news in his university. Every time he saw it, he wanted to ask: Will the announcement two days in advance kill me?

The other three roommates who went out to play all came back at noon, and they also looked depressed.

Qu Fan: "I think our monitor likes to see everyone hurrying to school."

Zhang Yan: "Don't talk about it, he's just a fool. Every time a meeting is held, he will be notified immediately, and he will be criticized in the group if he is late."

The class leader seemed to be afraid that everyone would have resentment against him, so he added another sentence in the group: "It was a short notice from Teacher Cheng Qi, and he will host the class meeting."

"You know how to use the teacher to suppress us," Chen Yikai lay on the bed with his legs crossed, and snorted, "People who are close to power always think that power belongs to him."

"belch."

Jian Shiyu drank the Coke down to the last drop, touched his stomach and nodded in agreement.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Cheng Qi appeared in the classroom on time, looked at the listless students with high spirits, and said with a smile: "I have good news for everyone."

When everyone heard the good news, they put down their phones and looked at Cheng Qi.

Cheng Qi cleared his throat and said, "I solemnly announce that starting today, I will be the head teacher of English Class 2!"

Everyone looked at him in confusion, and someone couldn't help but ask, "So what's the good news?"

"Isn't that good news?" Cheng Qi looked at everyone in surprise, "Your original head teacher, Mrs. Chen, is on leave due to illness, and I took on this important task reluctantly."

Obviously, the students didn't see the class teacher a few times a year, but Cheng Qi talked about how hard he was, and at the same time, he glanced at Jian Shiyu.

Jian Shiyu also looked confused.

"Okay," Cheng Qi pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, "If you think this is not good news, let me tell you one more thing: As your new class teacher, I will take you on a spring outing next week."

"Wow, really?!"

Everyone immediately became excited and discussed in a hurry.

College students who have nowhere to release their adolescent hormones are very interested in the word spring outing.

Cheng Qi asked everyone to be quiet, and said meaningfully: "However, I need a classmate to organize this event. Is there anyone who can recommend himself." Then, he glanced at Jian Shiyu.

Jian Shiyu also looked around, waiting for others to raise their hands.

At this moment, Zhang Yan shouted: "Teacher, I recommend Jian Shiyu!"

As soon as this remark came out, all the girls in the class looked at Jian Shiyu expectantly, and the latter blushed in embarrassment under the eyes of everyone, and said dully: "I, I can't do it, I have no experience..."

"A man can't say he can't do it." Qu Fan made up the knife very awkwardly.

Cheng Qi originally thought Zhang Yan was very displeasing, but now he also felt that this kid has good eyesight, nodded and said, "Do you all agree with Jian Shiyu's organization of activities?"

"agree--"

Everyone answered in unison and went straight to the shelves. Jian Shiyu inexplicably became the organizer of the first outing of English Class 2 this semester. He felt a lot of pressure since he had never done such a thing.

Cheng Qi took this opportunity to add his WeChat, euphemistically calling it "easy to communicate".

In order to live up to everyone's expectations, Jian Shiyu specially found a few boys and asked them what they thought about the place to travel, and the answers he got were all: "Let the girls decide."

Jian Shiyu had no choice but to ask the girls, and the girls replied: "We will just follow you."

Just when Jian Shiyu decided to take everyone to sit on the lawn of the playground and eat melon seeds, Pocoon App drew up his schedule for next Saturday and reminded him of it.

Jian Shiyu clicked on the schedule for next Saturday, and saw that it said: "Lead the class members to Sangyu Lake to experience the spring scenery of cherry blossoms in full bloom (unfinished)."

For the first time, Jian Shiyu felt that this software was still very useful.

In the second week, Jian Shiyu specially picked a time to go to Sangyu Lake to visit the site, and found that the cherry blossom forest by the lake had already bloomed a sea of ​​pink flowers, which contrasted with the green grass, so he happily notified everyone to come to Sangyu Lake Have a picnic.

The late spring cold is over, and the warmth of spring has drifted into thousands of households in Xiacheng.

The warm spring weather will make people lazy, except for the hard-working office workers.

It was Monday, and the Yincheng Entertainment Company in the city center was full of tension. No one had the heart to appreciate the scenery of Xiacheng. From top to bottom, every employee was extremely busy.

A year's plan lies in spring, and Yincheng Entertainment's plan for a year lies in the debut plan for newcomers at the beginning of the year.

It is very common for An Haoran's works to be sold to newcomers.In Yincheng Entertainment, where commercial interests are above all else, works that cannot be realized are not good works, and artists who cannot maximize profits are not good artists.

There are many popular idols under Yincheng Entertainment Company, as well as many Internet celebrity anchors.Conventionally, there is a clear distinction between Internet celebrities and celebrities, but the president of Yincheng never misses any opportunity to make money, relying on the Internet celebrity economy to forcibly pull Yincheng from a second-tier company to a first-tier position.

Silver City Entertainment Headquarters, 20th Floor.

The automatic door opened, and a tall man walked into the spacious and bright CEO's office. The fabric of the high-end suit wrapped his muscular figure, and his every move exuded mature charm.

The man had short, crisp haircut, outstanding facial features, and a faint smile on his handsome face, but that smile didn't reach his eyes.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, glanced at the busy area in the city center, took a sip of the coffee on the table, raised his hand and glanced at the black bracelet on his right hand, it was exactly 9 o'clock.

Assistant Ming Xueyun, who had just finished the meeting, stood outside the door, said "Hello, Mr. Lu", and walked in respectfully holding an Apple laptop in 10cm high heels.

She put the notebook on the president's desk and asked, "Do I need to report to you the summary of last week's situation?"

Lu Yu put down the coffee in his hand, sat on the swivel chair in front of the table, raised his chin, and motioned for her to start reporting.

"Last week, the company purchased 20 new songs for the debut of newcomers..."

It took Ming Xueyun 10 minutes to report the situation quickly, and Lu Yu nodded noncommittally and said, "Who made today's coffee? One-ninth of the sugar was added."

With sweaty palms, Ming Xueyun said a name tremblingly.

"Let her not come here in the future."

Lu Yu wiped her mouth with a paper towel, took out a bottle of expensive mouthwash from the refrigerator beside her, and couldn't stand the taste of coffee with one-ninth of sugar added for a moment.

Ming Xueyun was tense, not daring to breathe.

"By the way, what happened to the batch of anchors whose two-year contracts have expired?"

Two years ago happened to be the time when the Internet celebrity economy was booming. At that time, a large number of popular anchors came from Yincheng Entertainment, and they opened up a new world for Yincheng Entertainment on the live broadcast platform.

Ming Xueyun transferred to the anchor's profile interface, and briefly explained the situation: "This batch of anchors includes some very popular anchors, and some less popular anchors. Those with low popularity are not worthy of the company's continued investment."

Lu Yu's eyes were calm, he put his hand on the table, tapped the table with his fingers a few times, and raised the corners of his lips: "This week, you will make a live broadcast popularity summary, and the anchors with the lowest popularity will not renew their contracts. .”

"Need to tell them?"

Lu Yu smiled lightly, Ming Xueyun blushed when she saw the sexy profile.

"Tell them. Then they will seriously contribute the last surplus value."

Whether it is a big star or a small anchor, to President Lu of Yincheng Entertainment, they are nothing more than labor commodities with different prices.

"Yes." Ming Xueyun nodded and left the office.

When An Haoran received the notification from Yincheng Entertainment, he had just finished writing the song "Youth", which was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for him who was originally in a better mood.

The most popular anchor within a week terminated his contract, which clearly meant kicking him out of Silver City.

Although An Haoran has written a few songs, the manuscript fee is nothing compared to the host's reward and Yincheng's bonus.

An Haoran thought of his mother who was still in the hospital, and his heart seemed to fall into a cold abyss.

Could it be that people who are not good-looking are destined to become cannon fodder?

In the next few days, Yincheng's anchors were preparing for the live broadcast in full swing. The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea showed their magical powers, and each of them tried their best. No one wanted to be terminated by Yincheng.

After all, in terms of anchor treatment, Yincheng's conditions are unmatched by other companies.

An Haoran was no exception. Although he never showed his face, he tried his best to mobilize the atmosphere and interact with fans during the live broadcast. He sang more songs in one day than in the past week combined.

But popularity, like a mystery, is not something that can be easily obtained.

Some true fans saw An Haoran's hard work and left messages for him on Weibo, hoping that he could show his face in the live broadcast, so that his popularity might be higher.

An Haoran's voice is excellent, his figure is good, and his dressing taste is first-rate, so when everyone sees the faceless boy singing, he will inevitably think that he is a handsome and beautiful boy.

There is a saying circulating on the Internet: Anyone who does not show his face in photos or live broadcasts must be ugly.

This sentence may be a bit absolute, but it is the truth when it comes to An Haoran.His face is so mediocre that no one will take a second look in the crowd. If he shows his face live, it will probably scare away the last true fans.

The feeling of despair enveloped An Haoran, making him restless.

It's Sunday, and the week is coming to an end.

An Haoran looked at the popularity ranking of anchors, let alone the mid-range, it is not easy for him to barely keep from falling to the bottom one.

Normally, An Haoran usually broadcasts the live broadcast in the rented house he rented. On weekends, if the weather is good, he will go to the shore of Sangyu Lake.

Recently, the cherry blossoms in Xiacheng were in full bloom, so he decided to go to the cherry blossom forest for the last live broadcast, to give his true fans a perfect performance.In this way, even if the contract is terminated in the future, it can be regarded as the best explanation for fans.

So, the tall and thin boy came to under the cherry tree with an acoustic guitar on his back, sat on the lawn, put his phone up on a stand, and began to play and sing his new song "Youth".

Before singing, An Haoran said: "Maybe there will be no chance to sing for you in the future. Today I will sing a newly written song, dedicated to the boy you met in your youth..."

He cleared his throat and struck the first chord.

"Who are you, the boy who misses you day and night..."

With An Haoran's beautiful voice and the dreamy cherry blossom rain behind him, the popularity of the live broadcast room really improved, although it was not obvious.

"I want to chase the sun, and I want to hold you in my chest."

"In confusion, you gave me starlight, can I be your side..."

The lyrics are straightforward and enthusiastic, and the melody is very beautiful. As the teenagers plucked the strings, the boys and girls watching the live broadcast fell into their youthful memories.

"At a glance, you are a boy..."

An Haoran was so absorbed in singing that he didn't notice anyone approaching behind him.

The agreed travel time for English class 2 is 2:30 pm on Sunday.

The weather was fine at this time, and Jian Shiyu carried a large bag of things for a picnic in advance, and went straight through the cherry blossom forest. The pink petals fell on his soft black hair. He didn't care, his eyes were full of expectation.

After all, this was the first time in his life that he took his entire class out on an outing.

Since childhood, Jian Shiyu has always played the role of being led, and he never thought of changing.But when he really became a leader, he knew what it meant to be "needed".

Jian Shiyu walked to the lake, and saw the boy playing and singing at a glance.

He put down the things in his hand, walked over carefully, and heard the boy's voice as clear as a stream, singing an affectionate love song.

"Can I take another look at you and feel your sweetness."

"A glimpse, my boy."

An Haoran sang the last line with his eyes closed, still intoxicated by the emotion of the song, the voices around him scared him so much that he almost threw the guitar out.

"It sounds good."

When he turned his head, he saw that the person he had written into the song was sitting cross-legged behind him, looking at him sincerely, his eyes full of admiration.

"It's you?!" An Haoran's eyes lit up, and then he asked suspiciously, "Why are you here?"

"Our class is here for a spring outing." Jian Shiyu pointed to the big and small bags behind him, "I'll bring the picnic gear here first."

With that said, Jian Shiyu approached An Haoran, looked curiously at his guitar and the sheet music on the ground, and asked, "What song are you singing?"

An Haoran's face was as red as a volcano erupting.

"I..." He faltered, his eyes dodged, "The song I wrote..."

"You wrote it yourself?" Jian Shiyu's eyes were full of curiosity, and the light of admiration shone, "It's amazing, what's the name of the song?"

"Small...youth..."

An Haoran's voice trembled, and he felt that he was about to lose his breath.

There is also such a shameful sentence as "feel your sweetness" in the lyrics, if it is known that it was written for him...

Jian Shiyu looked at An Haoran worriedly, and asked caringly: "I see that your face is so red, don't you have a fever?"

"No, no..." An Haoran shook his head.

At this time, other students from English Class 2 arrived at the bank of Sangyu Lake one after another.

Jian Shiyu and An Haoran waved their hands, indicating that they were leaving.

Before leaving, Jian Shiyu glanced at his mobile phone standing on the lawn, and asked, "Are you recording a video? Sorry to disturb you."

After speaking, Jian Shiyu went to gather with his classmates with big bags and small bags.

It was only at this moment that an unknown anchor came back to his senses.

Damn, the live broadcast is still on!

An Haoran hurriedly checked the camera to make sure his face was not captured, and heaved a sigh of relief.But from this angle, Jian Shiyu was completely photographed.

"It's over, it's over, take him in..."

Just when An Haoran was about to close the live broadcast, he froze.

On the interface of the live broadcast software, the barrage is being refreshed at an indistinct speed.Flowers, yachts, and rockets came one after another, and the popularity of his live broadcast kept soaring.

5000 people... 8000 people...

The highest reached 3 people.

"How is this going?!"

The staff of Yincheng Entertainment Company, who was in charge of counting the popularity of the live broadcast, saw the skyrocketing number of viewers in An Haoran's live broadcast room, entered in doubt, and then froze.

In front of a grove of cherry blossoms with petals floating, a faceless teenager plays the guitar with his slender fingers, his voice is clear and pleasant, and the lyrics express his yearning and love for the teenager in his heart.

Behind him, another teenager was sitting on the grass, quietly listening to him singing, with a few petals on his soft hair, lining his fair skin, making it impossible to look away.

The staff who were used to seeing handsome men and beautiful women in the live broadcasting world were attracted by the boy's astonishing appearance. She called a few colleagues nearby, and a group of people watched An Haoran's live broadcast in front of the computer in a daze.

In the gentle singing, the two teenagers in front of the cherry tree are like a romantic oil painting.

"It's so pretty...Swipe the gift, give him a gift!"

One of the colleagues who was full of teenage hearts was so bright-eyed that he wanted to get into the screen.

Several people reached an agreement, brushed a few yachts for An Haoran, and sent a barrage: "Please leave your contact information for the little brother in the back!"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded behind them.

"What are you doing during work hours?"

Everyone turned their heads in surprise, only to see Lu Yuzheng standing at the door of the office, with sharp short hair and sharp eyes full of questioning.

You know, deserting during working hours is one of the most intolerable behaviors of President Lu.