Worrying about running out of money every day

Chapter 22

"What's the matter, Lajitong." Song Ji didn't hear 076's voice, and was at a loss.

He looked up and saw Ji Qingyan.

"I'm back. I just flipped through the textbook. I think I have to start from junior high school. I need to read the textbook after the next class. Do you hear me?" Song Ji pushed him, speaking arrogantly.

Ji Qingyan first glanced at the swaying system villain in the air, then at Song Ji, and couldn't help laughing.

The cowardly system and the arrogant young master are a good match.

076 finally leaned on the chair, his eyes were not starry, and he sighed when he saw the boss. Nothing in life is more difficult than doing things that the boss doesn’t like under the nose of the boss.

After a while, Song Ji frowned, and muttered, "It's all like a heavenly book, I can't even read it, I really want to have a photographic memory."

"Don't worry, take your time, I'll teach you."

During the break between classes, Song Ji still decided to go to Yang Lele.

Yang Lele is in Class [-], on the fifth floor.

From the fourth floor upwards, most of them are children from rich families who were stuffed in by their parents. They entered Jihai more for socializing. Afterwards, they would go abroad for gold plating, and they would inherit the family business when they came back. Therefore, most people were unwilling to study hard. Gossip games are accompanied by fun every day.

Only Song Ji couldn't hold back his family back then, and was pushed into the second class, where he stayed for several years.

"That's the school belle Song Ji who was selected last week. It doesn't look like that."

"School Wen Song, a sophomore in high school, looks much prettier than him."

"I also think that when I heard that junior Wen Song was selected as the second male lead in Director Huang's new show, his star journey will be smooth in the future."

"The school belle is not bad either. I heard that he was originally cast for the role."

"So what, it wasn't Wen Song who was selected in the end, Song Ji must have been passed by the director because of his bad temper."

Song Ji discovered that he had heard many similar words along the way.

In addition to these, there are many things discussing him and that Wen Song.

As if overnight, all the voices came out.

"Who is Wen Song?" Song Ji asked 076.

076 was also at a loss, "Maybe someone you bullied one day?"

"I generally don't bully people, unless I hate him very much, but there will be a list of people I hate, and I don't remember him."

"Anyway, I don't know." 076 cheated, and the other side urgently sent a message to another dialog box.

"They seem to know me and Wen Song very well, but I'm not that bad-tempered." Song Ji couldn't understand the brain circuits of these people.

He seldom goes out for a walk, and usually stays in the classroom until school is over.

Either stay with Wang Xiaojun, how did these people come up with rumors that he has a bad temper, is it because he doesn't want to talk to others.

Song was at a loss.

"Excuse me, I'll find Yang Lele." Song Ji frowned. These people are blocking the way. Hey, don't you know this is a public place?

The people who got together laughed at each other a few times, didn't move away, and only shouted inside.

"Yang Xiaole, your young master is calling you, why don't you hurry up and pick him up."

It was uncomfortable to hear these words, Song Ji looked at them several times, lowered his head and weighed his arms a few times.

Forget it, bear with it for the time being, there is no one on our side who can compare with the other party, so I'd better come back and beat him up again.

Something is wrong!

Song Ji suddenly came back to his senses.How could he think so suddenly, his temper exploded immediately, Song Ji stood against the wall, lost in thought.

"Boss, you are here." Yang Lele saw him, with a smile on his face, looked at the people around him, and quickly pulled Song Ji to the side, a little nervous.

"Boss, have you noticed that today everyone seems to know Wen Song very well, as if they are possessed!" Yang Lele said with certainty.

He secretly pointed at some people: "Boss, look, let me tell you, these people are usually quiet, but today when they hear Wen Song, it's like a cat smelling catnip, gossiping constantly, and more!"

Yang Lele's tone couldn't hide her anger: "The most frightening thing is that overnight, they all think that you, boss, have a bad temper and act recklessly based on your family background."

"But haven't I been like this since I was a child, why are they reacting now?" Song Ji took his words.

Yang Lele nodded fiercely.

For a while, the two fell into silence. Could it be that this world is broken?

Suddenly, Song Ji, who had always been silent, and Wen Song, who was just pure and cute, became the top-ranking existence in the school, and they could hear people discussing wherever they went.

It seems that there are only them left in the whole world, and the whole world revolves around them.

No, Yang Lele shook her head, there was another person, the boss Ji Qingyan.

But today the boss was actually covered up by the boss's gossip, Yang Lele suddenly felt terrified, even more terrified than when he saw Lu Ye's sinister eyes and was frightened.

"That said again, who is Wen Song?"

"Just on Tuesday, the little white lotus that Junzai and I were surrounded by was a cute and pitiful one, but Boss, let me tell you, don't look at his bullying face, his heart is dark. "Yang Lele is in a bad mood when he mentions him.

"And I have always suspected that what happened with Junzai that night must have something to do with him. There is a young man with particularly frightening eyes guarding him. I suspect that he did it."

"Uncle Wu didn't tell me who it was, why don't you ask him." Song Ji frowned.

Yang Lele shook his head, "No need, I heard that the person behind him has already beaten back by Uncle Wu, so I'm relieved, it doesn't matter if it's him, anyway, he will come to provoke me later, otherwise I will beat him once." He said fiercely .

Song Ji couldn't help laughing.

"By the way, Boss, I heard they said that you were the role that director Huang pre-appointed in that drama. Is it true or false?"

"If Director Huang you are talking about is an old man named Huang Ming, then it should be true. He asked me before if I was interested, but I refused if I didn't like it."

"It really is!" Yang Lele grabbed Song Ji's hand in shock, "I really guessed right hahaha, what kind of eyes are those gossiping people saying that the boss was rejected by the director because of his bad temper, obviously it is--"

Song Ji hurriedly stopped him, he didn't want to listen to his own gossip anymore, he had heard enough along the way.

"Let's not talk about that, is Wang Xiaojun much better?"

"It's much better. It tastes delicious, but I don't like tomato soup." Thinking of this, Yang Lele couldn't help gloating.

Song Ji also pursed his lips and smiled, "Go back and tell him to stop drinking if you don't like it, what should you do if you get sick from drinking it?"

The two of them walked downstairs with their shoulders crossed, when they heard barely concealed voices from behind, the young man's eyes were full of disdain for them.

"Is it suitable for garbage to be together these days? The bottom one and the bottom ten, tsk, it's a perfect match."

Song Ji was in a daze for a moment, then came back to his senses, staring straight at him, with a bad voice:

"Maybe you don't want your mouth anymore. I'm happy to help you and sew it up without charging you."

Trash is something you can say too? !That is obviously 076's exclusive nickname, and you deserve it too, Song Ji couldn't help but want to hit someone.

Yang Lele suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the young man who was talking, and in a corner that Song Ji didn't see, with a sullen face, "Who are you talking about trash? Huh?"

The boy was frightened, but he still insisted, "It's you, this is the school, don't you still want to beat people?!"

Song Ji clenched his fist and endured it, but he still couldn't.

Suddenly, someone was shouting.

"Ji Shen!"

"Ah, he came over!"

"He's so handsome."

Song Ji stared at the young man fiercely, and let go of his fist, "For Ji Qingyan's sake today, I won't hit you, get out immediately."

"Why are you here?" Song Ji turned around, quickly put his hands behind his back, and ran to stand beside Ji Qingyan, "I'm here to play with Lele."

"I heard that such people are talking a lot, I don't trust you." Ji Qingyan looked thoughtfully at the young man who ran away quickly, and then turned to look at Song Ji.

"It's nothing." Song Ji pulled his toes on the ground, lowered his head and said in embarrassment: "In fact, what they said is true, I have a bad temper." In front of Ji Qingyan, Song Ji always said Very self-aware.

Ji Qingyan lowered his eyes, but no emotion could be seen in his eyes.

He pulled Song Ji's hand out from behind and wiped it lightly. His voice was gentle, and it sounded like he could drown in water: "The next time someone is beaten by hand, the hand will hurt."

Song Ji: "Huh?"

He was stunned for a moment, his ears turned red, and he nodded heavily: "I know, I know." As he spoke, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he smiled happily.

"We can't sit down until everyone shuts up, but we can't let them slander you at will. I will take care of everything. Don't worry, young master. Together, I'm here."

Song Ji held him secretly, tilted his head to look at him, and smiled:

"It's better to say goodbye, they will say what I didn't do anyway, but since I did it, I did it, no matter how much they beep, they can't make me do anything, unless my family is bankrupt and can't protect me."

He didn't want Ji Qingyan to let these people take away his attention.

Song Ji pursed his lips secretly happy.

"Anyway, they can't kill me, I like to watch them jump but can't do anything."

Yang Lele: "..." Boss, did you forget about me and come to play with me as you agreed? !

"Brother Mo, is this really okay?" Wen Song grabbed the hem of his clothes and looked at the one that belonged to him on the tail of the trending search.Although passers-by with real feelings were attracted, the navy was far bigger than them.

There are still a lot of foul language in it, and Wen Song's heart hurts when he thinks of being scolded for himself.

The boy who didn't get involved, he...

"It's just a routine operation. Anyway, that person is not in the entertainment industry." Mo Xiang comforted him softly.

Wen Song was still very disturbed, and continued to scroll down the page, occasionally checking his Weibo fans, pursing his lips tightly and not speaking.

When Mo Xiang first saw this young man, he thought he would definitely be popular.

After a few days of contact, he felt that the young man was precious, very simple, but also very obedient, so he was happy to accept the arrangement to be his manager.

I didn't expect the young man to accept Director Huang's play as soon as he appeared in the public. Although it is not a good thing to start too high, but the turning point came.

As soon as he knew that the person Director Huang had selected was a dissolute playboy, he came up with the idea of ​​today's hot search.

Fortunately, the response from the hot search was very good. Everyone seemed to have seen Song Ji's bad face with their own eyes. They hated him deeply, but they were kind to his little artist Wen Song.

Wen Song watched the trending searches for a long time, and the expression on his face changed a lot.

"Brother Mo, I listen to you."

Don't blame him, he doesn't want to, you have such a good family background, it doesn't matter if you get scolded a few times, but, but he is different...

Wen Song settled down and read the script.

Mo Xiang was very satisfied with his obedience, so he didn't bother him, and went down to arrange the next thing.

On this day, Song Ji only felt that the school seemed to have changed a lot, and everyone was inexplicably repulsed and loathed him.

But Ji Qingyan could feel more, the malice of the world was gathering towards the young man beside him, and the radiance of the young man was covered up.

He glared at the sky, but there was nothing he could do.

This is the power of rules. He is an outsider and cannot directly help his young master.

I can only rely on the young master himself...

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