After a night of violent handsome in the fat house

What appeared in front of Lu Yu was a university forum, and at the top of the forum was a hot post with 500 comments.

The title of the post is "Xia Li still has such an astonishing little brother, please contact me for a lot of money!" ".

Lu Yu's slender fingers tapped lightly on the touchpad of the notebook to open the post.

He never thought in his life that he would click on such a post with a vulgar title and a sensationalist.Normally, he would definitely close this forum without hesitation.

After clicking on the post, a not-so-clear photo was loaded.

The boy was wearing ordinary sportswear, sitting cross-legged on the grass lazily.A few cherry blossom petals fell on his black hair, making his complexion fair and attractive.He wore some rustic black-rimmed glasses, but they couldn't hide the moving aura in those eyes.

He looked intoxicated at the boy who was singing, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, completely unaware that he was the most beautiful scenery.

Lu Yu's gaze stayed on this screenshot for a full half a minute, his emotions unclear.

Although Ming Xueyun was already amazed by the beautiful boy's face last night, but now seeing this screenshot, she still couldn't help sighing in her heart: How could there be such a good-looking person?

Lu Yu's fingers pulled the scroll bar, and he glanced at the replies at the bottom of the post. All he saw were face-licking comments, which made him frown slightly.

"Xue, I'm talking about all the information about this boy, but you only found this post?"

Lu Yu's tone was very calm, but Ming Xueyun could hear the displeasure in it.

She quickly said: "I have already sent someone to check. Someone said in the post that he is an alumnus of An Haoran, so he should be a student of Xiacheng University of Technology. I will find out soon..."

As Ming Xueyun was talking, there was a knock on the door of the president's office, and then a staff member from the network department came in, holding a copy of the printed materials in his hand, and handed it to Ming Xueyun .

After the staff left, Ming Xueyun took a look at the few pages of documents, and handed them to Lu Yu nervously.

Sure enough, Lu Yu casually flipped through the documents, frowned and said, "That's all?"

Ming Xueyun didn't dare to vent her anger.

President Lu quickly browsed the information sent by the network department.

Not long after, a look of disappointment clearly flashed in his eyes.

The further back he looked, the more obvious his disappointment became.

Jian Shiyu, 20 years old, a sophomore at Xiacheng University of Science and Technology, has the lowest grade point, has no special skills, is not good at communication, and has never won any awards since childhood.

No wonder there is so little information.

Ming Xueyun didn't see Lu Yu's expression, she tentatively asked: "Mr. Lu, do you want to draw up a contract now and send someone to talk to him?"

"No need." The thin document was casually thrown on the table, Lu Yu's voice was very cold: "It seems that it's just one."

Ming Xueyun was startled, she didn't expect Lu Yu's attitude towards this beautiful boy to change so quickly.

But after thinking about it, she felt that this was also normal.In Yincheng Entertainment Company, there has never been an artist who only relies on his appearance to make a living. No matter how good-looking he is, he must have a skill to have a place in Yincheng.

"However," Lu Yu changed the subject, "The song written by An Haoran has a good melody, and his singing skills are not bad. Do you have his photo?"

Ming Xueyun brought up An Haoran's information and showed it to Lu Yu. There was a photo of his passport that was photoshopped but still very ordinary.

Lu Yu glanced at it, and commented mercilessly: "He is not good-looking, and he has no future as an anchor. Ask him if he wants to go behind the scenes and write songs for artists."

Ming Xueyun also felt that Lu Yu's suggestion was good, although it was a bit cruel, it was definitely An Haoran's best choice.

"Also, the song he sang live..." Speaking of this, Lu Yu thought of the boy under the cherry blossom tree again.

The lyrics written by An Haoran fit the boy's temperament very well, even as if they were written for him.

It's a pity that this young man named Jian Shiyu is useless.

"Choose the one with the best image among the newcomers, and use that song as his debut song."

Two days later.

When An Haoran, who wrote songs in the library, received the contract renewal notice from Yincheng Entertainment, he was so happy that he almost jumped out of his chair, and then he saw the next few lines:

"I hope that in the future you will be able to write songs for Yincheng Entertainment's newcomers full-time..."

An Haoran's heart quickly fell to the bottom of the valley and fell into the darkness that could not be seen.

Grievance and unwillingness welled up in his heart, he closed the notebook forcefully, took a deep breath to control his emotions.

In the past two years in Yincheng, An Haoran was unfairly treated because of his looks, not just this time.

He understands that this is a world of looking at faces, especially in the flashy entertainment industry, no matter how powerful a person is, he must go through layers of packaging before he can show his face in front of the public for a short time.

Therefore, An Haoran never expected to be a real singer, he just wanted to be a small anchor and share the songs he wrote with fans who liked his singing.

At this moment, when he looked at the email from the personnel department of Yincheng Entertainment, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

His mother is still in the hospital and he needs the job.

What's more, Yincheng's move is already an act of mercy to him who is the last of his fame.

An Haoran was silent for a long time, and finally reopened the notebook, tapped the keyboard slowly, typed the three words "I agree" and then pressed the send button.

"Haoran?"

Suddenly, a clear voice came from the side, as soft and warm as the sunshine in spring.

An Haoran raised his head subconsciously, and immediately opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Jian Shiyu is wearing newly bought clothes today. He is carrying a college-style black backpack made of Oxford. The jacket is a black, white and gray jacket. A white T-shirt with a simple pattern is worn inside, and black cropped pants reveal his white Ankle and pure white socks, and a pair of light gray lightweight sneakers on the feet.

The reason why I bought new clothes was because the sportswear that Jian Shiyu used to wear before was too loose.

Coupled with the suit of clothes given to him by the developer of the Pococoon app, he gradually realized that wearing good-looking clothes can make his mood happy.

When Zhang Yan heard that Jian Shiyu wanted to buy clothes, he sent him a lot of links. He finally chose this set of sports and leisure clothes, and replaced the badly worn old schoolbag.

The only fly in the ointment is that he still wears those rustic black-rimmed glasses.Zhang Yan asked him to replace it, but he thought optometry was too troublesome, so he put it aside for the time being.

This outfit sets off Jian Shiyu's slim waist, long legs, full of vitality, and his body proportions are perfect.

Due to his insistence on morning jogging, Jian Shiyu looked very good, he looked only 17 years old, when he appeared in the library, he took away the attention of everyone who was reading.

"I'm talking to you." Jian Shiyu stretched out his right hand, shaking his slender fingers in front of An Haoran. The black bracelet on his white wrist was particularly eye-catching.

Jian Shiyu didn't understand why every time he saw An Haoran, he always looked like this.

An Haoran was startled, and said in a panic: "Okay, what a coincidence, and again, I saw you again..."

"Didn't I agree to treat you to dinner last week?" Jian Shiyu gently pulled away the chair beside him and sat next to him, his voice deliberately lowered, so as not to disturb other people's study, "I don't have class during the day, so Came to find you."

In fact, finding An Haoran to have dinner with him was an arrangement of the Pococoon app.

Of course, Jian Shiyu originally had the idea of ​​thanking An Haoran, so he did so without hesitation.

Jian Shiyu had just taken a shower in the morning, and he still had the refreshing aroma of body wash on his body. Although the faint lemon scent was not as strong as perfume, it made An Haoran feel distracted.

He swallowed, his gaze passed Jian Shiyu's Adam's apple, and then landed on his collarbone, blushing suddenly, he looked away, and said dully: "You, are you serious?"

In this life, no one has ever taken the initiative to ask An Haoran to have dinner, let alone such a good-looking person.

In An Haoran's impression, people with outstanding looks are born with a sense of superiority, and they will never show favor to others at will.Moreover, even ordinary college students regard "treat you to dinner another day" as a polite phrase that will not be honored.

But Jian Shiyu actually took it seriously.

"Of course, why should I lie to you?" Jian Shiyu said naturally.Since he had no friends since he was a child, he simply thought that if he said please eat, he must not break his promise, "Don't you want to go?"

As he spoke, he looked at An Haoran nervously.

In fact, this is the first time in Jian Shiyu's life that he invites someone to dinner. If he is rejected, he will still feel a little sad.

The nervous and expectant eyes of the young man made An Haoran's heart tighten, and he said flattered, "No, no, no, I want to go."

After he finished speaking, he felt that he was too eager, so he lowered his head in embarrassment, and began to tidy up the things on the table without saying a word, his movements flustered.

Jian Shiyu laughed, gave a soft "um", and watched him patiently pack his things.

Normally, the seat where An Haoran was sitting was rarely visited by people, but in just a few minutes after Jian Shiyu appeared, the number of people around him visibly increased.

Jian Shiyu didn't notice anything unusual, propped his chin with one hand, and played with the phone casually with the other.Until An Haoran finished packing his things, he looked up at the other party and said expectantly, "Let's go."

An Haoran nodded vigorously.

After walking out of the library, Jian Shiyu took out his mobile phone, and the schedule on the Pococoon app showed: Please An Haoran to have lunch at Mingxiangju Tea House.

"Shall we go to Mingxiangju?" the young man asked An Haoran in a slightly inquiring tone.

An Haoran agreed without thinking.He walked behind Jian Shiyu, still immersed in the joy of being invited to dinner by the beautiful boy, the envious or curious eyes around him made him feel a little buoyant, walking like stepping on clouds.

After getting into the taxi, An Haoran suddenly realized something was wrong.

Mingxiangju...

It seems to be a teahouse under Mr. Lu's name?