Seniors always scold me

, Shang Ji was stunned, and after he realized it, he hurriedly chased after him and grabbed Zhao Simang's wrist, "Brother."

7.

"Shang Ji?!" Zhao Simang's fear turned into surprise, "Why did you follow?"

"I..." Shang Ji was taken aback for a moment, then avoided Zhao Simang's probing gaze, and said falteringly, "I'm out for a walk."

"...You think I'm stupid? I came here at night just for a walk, guess I believe it or not?"

Shang Ji secretly glanced at Zhao Simang, and muttered in a low voice, "Brother himself is also..."

"..." Zhao Simang coughed in embarrassment, and suddenly realized that he had been out for a long time. He was afraid that Chen Chen would miss the text messages, so he wanted to take the initiative to make a phone call, but he couldn't find the phone after fumbling for a long time, so he happened to transfer Topic, "Have you brought your phone?"

"Bring it."

"Lend it to me."

Shang Ji didn't ask anything, took out his phone, unlocked it, and handed it to Zhao Simang.

When Zhao Simang was about to turn on the dial button, he glanced at the Weibo on Shangji's desktop, "Hey, you are unreasonable, there is Weibo, why did you lie to me?"

8.

Shang Ji was shocked when he heard the words, and before he could speak, he heard Zhao Simang say again, "Let me brush for a while." Then he watched Zhao Simang's finger move up, and Shang Ji was so frightened that he stretched out his hand and walked away. Rob.

"Brother, is there something shameful in your Weibo?" Zhao Simang quickly hid the phone behind his back, and smiled sideways to avoid Shang Ji's arms stretching left and right, "Don't worry Ah, let my brother take a look."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and lowered his head to open Weibo, ah, what could it be, what made this young man so nervous, so curious, the moment Zhao Simang clicked on Shangji Weibo homepage, suddenly Shangji Embracing her from behind, fully wrapped in her arms...

Both of them froze, and then both eyes fell on the Weibo homepage on the phone screen. Shangji's Weibo was not authenticated, it was just a small account, there were no fans, and only one person followed.

Who is that person? Zhao Simang didn't click in to see. Firstly, he was dumbfounded and his fingers couldn't move. Secondly,...

Shangji's Weibo profile picture is a screenshot of his mv, and the latest Weibo is a repost of his Weibo, with a comment: Senior Simang.

Secondly, it is self-evident who is the person he pays attention to.

9.

"Yes, I'm sorry! I want to take my mobile phone..." Shang Ji reacted suddenly, let go of Zhao Simang immediately, and stepped back a few steps, not daring to look at him with his head down.

Zhao Simang silently returned the phone to him, thinking that this is too fucking embarrassing, how did he know that Shang Ji was his fan, if he had known earlier, he would never...

Not necessarily, if he knew earlier, maybe he would look carefully, what is the ID name, it seems to be @思曼 this person, go back and search.

"Brother, are you going back?"

Shang Ji's voice brought Zhao Simang back to his senses. It was very dark around him. He couldn't see Shang Ji's face clearly, but he seemed to be able to imagine what this person looked like now. His face must be red. Feeling happy, "Go back."

10.

On the way back to the hotel, the two remained silent.

Zhao Simang kept thinking, since Shang Ji liked him, why didn't he tell him.

Shang Ji was uneasy, and wanted to run back to the hotel. The senior must be angry, thinking that I am a pervert, what should I do...

Worried and frightened all the way, finally arrived at the hotel, Shang Ji didn't dare to lift his head, and ran away after saying "I, I'm going back to my room".

Zhao Simang looked at his back, touched his chin, and blushed as expected. Zhao Simang returned to his room with a smile, just in time for Chen Chen's post check text message, so he felt at ease.

He searched Shangji's Weibo, hesitated, clicked on Follow quietly, and then read it carefully.

11.

After Zhao Simang read all Shang Ji's Weibo, he realized that this person might not be just his fan.

In the forwarding, there are his Weibo before his debut.

So, what happened to his brother?

He suddenly recalled the phrase "Senior Simang", senior, could it be my junior?

Since the newbie didn't have an encyclopedia entry, Zhao Simang searched around and found a video about Shangji School.

The video was very blurry, it should have been taken by a mobile phone, but Zhao Simang recognized it at a glance. It was a video of their university’s New Year’s Day party. At that time, Shang Ji was still a freshman. The audience smiled shyly.

For a whole month after New Year's Day, the school forum was taken over by a group of fangirls. Later, the administrator enforced that no more unnutritious things were allowed, and the forum gradually returned to normal.

That's why Zhao Simang felt that Shang Ji looked familiar because he had seen the performance.

Thinking of this, Zhao Simang couldn't help but feel a little proud. Shang Ji, who is popular in the whole school, is my fanboy, and I feel really good.

12.

The next day, Zhao Simang still went to find Shang Ji whenever he was free as before, but Shang Ji didn't seem very happy. Sorry to ask about Weibo.

However, one day, two days, three days... Zhao Simang finally couldn't take it anymore after being left out for a week. !

Zhao Simang, who was tossing and turning on the bed, was about to question Shang Ji, and when he was filming tomorrow, he had to ask him why he was acting like this all of a sudden.

However, Zhao Simang, who got up early the next day, searched around the set but couldn't find Shang Ji. The director really couldn't bear to see him scurrying around, so he had to stop him, "Looking for Shang Ji?"

"Well. Did you see him?"

"I haven't played with you for the past two days. He left the group and came back in three days. Didn't he tell you?"

"...No." Zhao Simang was furious, this little bastard is really capable, he dared to run away without even saying hello.

13.

Since the two had been staying together before, the stubborn Zhao Simang also forgot to ask Shang Ji for his phone number, and at this time he couldn't find anyone.

He went back to the hotel irritably. On the way, he had an idea and posted a Weibo.

@他说_赵思蒙: Just run away, if you don’t catch me, I’ll be considered a loser.

Then I sent a private message to Shang Ji, 【You will not come back (smile)】

At this time, Shang Ji was being lectured by his elder brother at home. When the voice reminded him to pay special attention to the news, he secretly opened it and read it. After reading it, he was so scared that he dropped his phone, "Student, senior, let me go back..."

"..." Brother Shang Ji hates iron for being weak, "Go! I'll send you! If you still dare not confess this time, go back to the United States to continue studying piano!"

Shang Ji timidly said, "...I, I will try my best, but I'll go by myself..." He didn't dare to say this because he was afraid that you would frighten my senior.

14.

Shang Ji drove straight to the hotel, and stood in front of Zhao Simang's room for a long time before he dared to knock on the door.

A few seconds later, Shang Ji saw Zhao Simang with a bad face, "Brother..."

"Why are you standing there stupidly?!" Zhao Simang raised his head and gave him a glare, then turned around and walked back to his bed and sat down.

After hearing this, Shang Ji didn't dare to wait any longer, so he hurried in, closed the door, walked up to Zhao Simang and stood there, drooping his head, the senior was angry...

"You have nothing to say when you come here?!" Zhao Simang sat cross-legged on the bed with his chest in his arms and stared at Shang Ji.

"Didn't brother, brother call me here?"

"...Cough, what are you talking about! Stand up straight!" Zhao Simang raised his head and yelled at him, and then found that the way he was sitting on the bed in a bathrobe was completely intimidating...

However, Shang Ji was very obedient, not only standing straight, but also in a military posture. Zhao Simang was amused by him, and Shang Ji also laughed. ! Seriously!"

"..." Shang Ji lowered his head again, and said listlessly, "Oh."

"You are not happy to say a few words about you, how did you treat me?!"

"I, I..." Shang Ji "I" for a long time and didn't know how he was sorry for Zhao Simang, so he kept silent.

"Okay, I don't know what's wrong, do you? Let me tell you." Zhao Simang counted Shangji's crimes one by one with his fingers, "First, I kept the Weibo incident from me; second, for a whole week Ignore me; third, forget about ignoring me, and run away when it’s over; fourth, forget about running away, and don’t tell me when it’s over; first...why are you blushing?”

When he counted one, Shang Ji's face turned red. It was already red to the ears. How could he explain what Zhao Simang listed? Every one of them was...

It's all because he likes the senior...

15.

Seeing his blushing, Zhao Simang himself blushed for no reason, "Cough... If you don't say anything, let's start with the most recent question, why did you run away?"

"I was taken back by my brother..."

"You still have a brother?! Why did your brother arrest you?!"

"...Yes, there is something..."

"It's over?!"

"...No, no..."

"Then why did your brother let you back?"

"..." Shang Ji turned his face away from Zhao Simang's eyes, and the more he spoke, the lower his voice, "You can only do, do things when you come back..."

Hearing Shang Ji's stammering words, Zhao Simang felt so ashamed that he was inexplicably embarrassed, "Then, if you're in a hurry, go and do things first..."

Shang Ji resisted his embarrassment and turned his head away, and then saw Zhao Simang sitting cross-legged on the bed, the neckline of his bathrobe was wide open, and his delicate collarbone could be seen in full view.

He approached with shaking legs, and looked at Zhao Simang, "That's, let's do it..."

16.

Before Zhao Simang could understand the meaning of his words, he was pushed down on the bed, and looked at Shang Ji, who was blushing blushingly, leaning over him, "You...uh—"

Shang Ji didn't dare to go deep, and let him go after a shallow kiss, his tongue