After Xiao Zuojing took the group pet script

Chi Qiao, who has always been polite, ignored the ex-company on the other end of the phone who was still trying to force her, so she directly cut off the phone.

After returning the mobile phone to the election supervisor, he immediately walked towards Song Wenxing: "Wenxing, what's going on?"

"Hey, just," Song Wenxing didn't know where to start, "The last time I went to the arena to play, I borrowed Lu Zhicheng's mobile phone to call my ex-boss and recommended you to him. My boss really appreciates you If you are interested, I promise to negotiate with your former company."

When he begged Mr. Wen, he didn't think so much, but now he started to worry whether Chi Qiao would blame him for making his own decisions.

"Wenhuang Entertainment..." Chi Qiao was stunned for a moment, with a confused expression on his face, "You want to sign me?"

"Don't be afraid, my former employer is still very good, and the boss is also very good to me. Lu Zhicheng, Li Yingying and the others are all in Wenhuang, and there will be someone to take care of you when you go." Song Wenxing frowned and sighed, "I At that time, the contract was terminated because I couldn't stand the three idiots from the former group."

Of course, he didn't expect that one of the stinking idiots would chase after 404, what a twist of fate.

Chi Qiao still didn't react: "The liquidated damages..."

"I paid double the liquidated damages to my boss before I ran away, and I begged the boss to pay me back two days ago, hehe." Song Wenxing scratched his head, "They should use that money to pay you back the liquidated damages from the former company , and the rest will be used as your start-up capital.”

"You..." It took Chi Qiao more than ten seconds to completely digest the information, and looked at him with a complicated expression, "Why? Am I worth it?"

Just because of a past-cooked meat artist like him who quickly became obsessed before he had time to catch fire...

why.

does it worth?

"It's not a gift for nothing, remember to pay me back when you become popular in the future." Song Wenxing clicked his tongue, "Don't feel that you owe me anything, don't feel pressured, finish the game well, and make your C debut."

"But..." Chi Qiao wanted to say something else.

Song Wenxing immediately interrupted him: "Don't be burdened. I've been in 404 for so long. I don't know how your character is. The most hardworking, polite and popular person in all 404 is obvious to all. If you want to change to someone else, I will You won't be meddling in your own business."

Chi Qiao was silent for a while, and then said: "Wen Xing, you are too high on me. What if I can't meet your expectations in the end?"

"Don't wait and see, you'll know when you do it." Song Wenxing patted him on the shoulder, then squeezed again, "My boss owed me a favor, so he just paid it back. As for whether you want to sign with Wenhuang Entertainment, you can think about it later." For a moment, you can just ask Lu Zhicheng. If you don't want to sign them, you can ask Wenhuang Entertainment to recommend them to you."

"……it is good."

Apart from this word, Chi Qiao couldn't think of anything else to say.

He hesitated for a moment: "Then I'll write you an IOU."

"Let's write it." Song Wenxing waved his hand, "The interest has to be clearly written."

Chi Qiao: "?"

He didn't expect Song Wenxing to give such a reply.

Seeing Chi Qiao's bewildered expression, Song Wenxing laughed: "Brother, I will settle the score. If I tell you not to write it, according to your personality, you must suffer from conscience every day. If you write an IOU, you can feel at ease , then you can write it."

Anyway, Chi Qiao can write whatever he likes, and he just accepts it casually.

He hadn't planned to ask Chi Qiao for the money back, and it was right to invest in Chi Qiao's personal friendship.

"Okay, I'll write to you when I get back tonight." Chi Qiao laughed, and the corners of his eyes suddenly turned red.

A little touched, a little guilty, and a little self-blame.

He can't wait for his feet to get better now, and then hurry to the classroom to practice.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Song Wenxing pointed at him immediately, "Take your tears away! Don't cry here. I don't know how to coax people. Only others have always coaxed me."

"I won't cry." Chi Qiao smiled, trying to calm down, "Thank you, Wen Xing."

Song Wenxing asked: "Then do you still want to eat, big stomach king?"

"Eat." Chi Qiao nodded.

"Okay, the meal time is over, there must be no more food." Song Wenxing looked at his watch with a wrinkled face, "Shall we go to the convenience store? Your treat, I want to eat roasted chicken legs."

"Okay. I'll treat you." Chi Qiao laughed, "You can eat whatever you want."

Because Song Wenxing suddenly intervened and solved Chi Qiao's biggest heart trouble, Chi Qiao's long-simmering mood suddenly became lighter.

When training again in the afternoon, no matter how much Bai Lian talked and sneered, Chi Qiao remained unmoved like a stone man.

When Yin Jun heard that Song Wenxing had helped Chi Qiao resolve the matter of his former company, he was very surprised: "Yes, little ancestor, have you learned how to take care of people now?"

"How do you talk?" Song Wenxing became displeased, "Didn't I always take care of you like a father takes care of his son for ten years?"

"Yes, Dad." Yin Jun bumped his shoulder with a smile, and his tone suddenly became serious, "Hey, I have something to tell you, I asked the election supervisor about it."

"How do you keep getting news? Are you familiar with the staff?" Song Wenxing frowned puzzled.

"Is it my fault that I am rich and handsome?" Yin Jun brushed his hair narcissistically, and quickly glanced around to make sure that no one noticed the two of them before lowering his voice, "It was Chi Qiao who fell down. It seems to be man-made."

"Didn't you step on the water?" Song Wenxing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "You mean, someone poured the water there on purpose?"

"Well, the program team actually went to adjust the monitoring later."

"Ah? There is still monitoring there?" Song Wenxing remembered that the corner where the water was turned on was a blind spot for monitoring.

"There is no surveillance there, but there is a camera at the intersection ahead, which happens to be able to capture people passing by that aisle."

At the intersection ahead... Song Wenxing began to recall the structure of that corridor.

The public drinking water equipment is at the corner at the end of the corridor, and the other end of the corner is a dead end, which is relatively hidden, and trainees usually hide there to whisper.

There is indeed a camera at the intersection ahead.

"Did you catch anything? Why didn't you tell us when you found out?"

"I got it..." Yin Jun frowned, hesitated, and said a name, "Zhuo Yixiao."

Unexpectedly hearing this name, Song Wenxing was shocked instantly: "Huh???"

Things went very magically. Chi Qiao and Zhuo Yixiao were the only ones who stayed after twelve o'clock that night, and even the staff left.

It just so happened that Zhuo Yixiao was photographed passing that corridor 10 minutes before Chi Qiao fell, and only walked back 5 minutes later.

Just so coincidentally, not long after Zhuo Yixiao walked back, the lights in the corridor suddenly went out.

It just so happened that after Chi Qiao passed the corridor and fell down, Zhuo Yixiao rushed over and sent him to the infirmary.

No matter how Song Wenxing thought about it, he couldn't make sense.

Zhuo Yixiao has no reason, how could he be so arrogant and arrogant to engage in such despicable tricks behind his back.

"Anyway, he is the main object of suspicion." Yin Jun said, "Don't forget that we are still in the opposite group. The performance stage requires PK. His desire to win, in order to win Chi Qiao, he can give up the Rap group and come here Vocal group. And he usually targets Chi Qiao a lot.”

What Yin Jun said was reasonable and well-founded, but Song Wenxing didn't believe it: "If he really did it, why does he still hug Chi Qiao every day?"

"You are stupid, so you are thinking like a child." Yin Jun slapped his thigh, "In order to reduce guilt? To clear the suspicion? Anyway, it is possible."

"I don't think so, and there is no evidence." Song Wenxing shook his head, "Brother Jun, don't tell anyone about this, don't let others know."

"Don't worry, I'm not like Lan Xiaoying with a big mouth, so I'll just tell you." Yin Jun said.

That being said, when having dinner that day, Lan Xiaoying suddenly came over with a mysterious expression on her plate.

Chi Qiao wasn't here, he asked for leave to go to the hospital to take a film, because Song Wenxing said that it would be troublesome if the tailbone broke.

"Hey, what are you doing? If you have something to say, don't get so close to me." Yin Jun hid aside in disgust.

"You want to whisper something." Lan Xiaoying glanced at Zhuo Yixiao who was queuing up for dinner not far away, "I heard that Chi Qiao fell, did Zhuo Yixiao do it?"

Song Wenxing, who was drinking soup, choked, "Who did you hear that from? Nonsense."

"It's not me!" Yin Jun distanced himself in shock.

Lan Xiaoying put down the plate, and the person sat down: "I don't know who sent it, I just heard them talking when I was queuing up for dinner. Now everyone is sending it in private, and the surveillance captured Zhuo Yixiao lying on the ground Water, but Zhuo Yixiao has money behind him, the program team deleted the monitoring in order to calm things down..."

"Talking nonsense." Song Wenxing put the soup bowl down heavily, "How did it spread like this? It was never photographed at all, so you can't slander people."

Song Wenxing has always been joking, rarely when he is serious, but this time he showed an unpleasant attitude for the first time.

Lan Xiaoying was taken aback, knowing that she was talking too much, she quickly apologized: "If I hear their rumors again, I will blame them."

As soon as the words were finished, Zhuo Yixiao walked past with the dinner plate.

I don't know if he heard it, but Lan Xiaoying quickly covered her mouth with both hands in fright.

Chi Qiao's feet and tailbone have recovered a lot, and she can walk on her own, but at a slower pace, without Zhuo Yixiao's help.

Zhuo Yixiao returned to being alone again and stopped eating with them.

Song Wenxing looked in Zhuo Yixiao's direction.

Zhuo Yixiao sat in the corner and ate alone, looking lonely.

The trainees around turned their heads to look at him from time to time, and they almost used a magnifying glass to scold him.

Zhuo Yixiao should have sensed something, but he didn't raise his head, just eating as if no one else was around.

Song Wenxing turned around, a little melancholy.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. It is really a wave of ups and downs, and a wave of another.

"Should it be Lu PD's turn to teach us tomorrow?" Yin Jun picked up a piece of ribs and raised his mouth, "The rehearsal is coming soon, there are not a few days left."

But their group still danced in fragments, and it would be a lie to say that they were not worried. Even a prince like Yin Jun was so anxious that his mouth was foaming.

"Ah." Song Wenxing looked away, fiddled with the rice on the plate with his chopsticks, and replied absently.

He remembered meeting Lu Zhicheng downstairs yesterday. Although Lu Zhicheng was still in a brisk state as usual, there was still visible fatigue in his expression.

It's just that Song Wenxing's thoughts have been on the injured Chi Qiao these two days, and he didn't have time to care about Lu Zhicheng.

Song Wenxing thought about it now, Lu Zhicheng had no makeup yesterday, his face was a little pale, and there were two faint bruises under his eyes, it looked like he didn't get enough sleep.

Lu Zhicheng is still on the rise, after all, he has not been back to China for a year, and he still has a short breath to reach the top position.

Obviously, the company also considered this issue, and arranged a lot of work and exposure opportunities for him, Lu Zhicheng kept on turning around like a tool man.

Recently, his mobile phone has been confiscated, and he has been disconnected from the Internet. He doesn't know how Lu Zhicheng is doing now.

I don't know if this person is obedient, if he dances hard, his legs will really be useless.

Song Wenxing felt very strange.

He has never been so concerned about someone he once hated as he is now.

Just now Yin Jun accidentally mentioned that it was Lu Zhicheng's turn to teach them tomorrow, and Song Wenxing's heart was suddenly filled with inexplicable expectations.

The days in 404 are boring. Training, eating, and sleeping day after day are completely mechanical life of three points and one line.

I don't know when it started, Song Wenxing's boring training life suddenly had something to look forward to.

Looking forward to Lu Zhicheng's coming to class, looking forward to being able to sit on the player's bench and look at him shining brightly.

Looking forward to meeting his eyes when he looks over, looking forward to having space alone with him, looking forward to chatting and talking with him.

All the "expectations" are superimposed, and in the end, only one common point is extracted——

What he was looking forward to was Lu Zhicheng himself.

After training in the evening, Song Wenxing and Yin Jun, who were sore all over, returned to the dormitory together.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they got out of the elevator, they encountered a group of people blocking the corridor, as if someone had a conflict.

Song Wenxing wasn't very interested in this kind of thing, but a bunch of them gathered there, blocking his way back to the dormitory.

Song Wenxing tiptoed to look, and found that the people surrounded by the crowd were actually Zhuo Yixiao and another trainee nicknamed Ah Jiu.

"What are you dragging!" Ah Jiu raised his voice, Zhuo Yixiao's maverick style has long displeased many people, thinking of today's rumors, he couldn't help but use the topic, "Don't think we don't know Chi Qiao's fall has something to do with you!"

The discussion nearby suddenly became louder, and more and more trainees opened the dormitory door and gathered to watch.

"Are you sick?" Zhuo Yixiao frowned.

Seeing more and more people gathered around, Ah Jiu emboldened, and continued to use the microphone: "The surveillance video has captured you! Who else could it be if you weren't you? Do you think you have a background and capital? Let me tell you ,People's eyes are sharp!"

"What are you doing?" Song Wenxing felt that things were getting more and more strange, so he pushed aside the crowd and squeezed in.

Zhuo Yixiao's expression looked very angry, he was sullen and clenched his fists, but he was suppressing his emotions.

He already has a ruffian temperament, and his appearance is also that of a ruffian, and his angry appearance is even more frightening.

Ah Jiu saw Song Wenxing squeezed in, and quickly yelled: "Song Wenxing, aren't you Chi Qiao's good friend? Come and judge, how could Zhuo Yixiao attack someone in his dormitory? This kind of person is too vicious Come on!"

Zhuo Yixiao paused, and looked at Song Wenxing, but his eyes were not very friendly.

"You're insane." Song Wenxing ignored Zhuo Yixiao, and turned to Ah Jiu directly, "Which eye did you see that Zhuo Yixiao attacked Chi Qiao?"

"The surveillance video has captured it all!" Ah Jiu said.

"Did you see the surveillance video with your own eyes?" Song Wenxing asked.

The man choked for a moment, and lowered his lips: "...everyone said that! He got the dark horse script! In order to protect him, the program crew deleted the monitoring a long time ago!"

Song Wenxing asked back: "That's it? That's it? You don't have a brain?"

"Aren't you Chi Qiao's good friend? How can you speak for Zhuo Yixiao!"

"I didn't help anyone." Song Wenxing was rarely calm, "Didn't your company teach you that you can't talk nonsense without evidence."

The surrounding discussions are getting louder and louder.

Ah Jiu had expected Song Wenxing to come over to cheer him on, but he didn't expect Song Wenxing to come and slap him in the face.

Embarrassed and unconvinced, he stretched out his hand and pushed Song Wenxing: "Why do you help him! Aren't you Chi Qiao's good friend? Why are you turning your elbows away!? Are you worthy of Chi Qiao?!"

"Hey!" Song Wenxing didn't expect him to push him, and he staggered back a few steps.

Fortunately, Zhuo Yixiao who was next to him reacted quickly and stretched out his hand to support his back, so Song Wenxing didn't fall down.

Song Wenxing stabilized his body and looked at Ah Jiu in shock: "You push me!"

"What's wrong with me pushing you, I still... ah!"

Before Ah Jiu finished speaking, Song Wenxing had already charged up and punched him on the back.

Ah Jiu yelled in pain, but Song Wenxing came over with a few palms: "You push me?! You push me?! You're looking for death, you dare to push me?! I haven't been raped since I was a child. Push it!"

No one expected that things would turn out like this. It was just a quarrel, but in the end it turned into a fight——

No, to be precise, it was Song Wenxing who chased and beat him.

All kinds of Foshan Wuying Feet Tathagata's divine palms take turns, and the movements are so fast that only afterimages can be seen and the sound of "crackling" can be heard.

And Ah Jiu had no time to fight back, so he could only run around with his head in his arms.

The farce turned into a comedy, and the picture was so hilarious that everyone was shocked.

No one dared to go up to fight, after all, Song Wenxing's madness is really... so crazy!

"Do you still push me? Do you still push me!" Song Wenxing asked while chasing and beating.

Ah Jiu had no room to fight back: "Stop pushing! Stop pushing!"

"Did I touch you? Me! Just reach out and push me! Why do you push me!?"

"I was wrong, I was wrong! Song Wenxing, I was wrong! Don't hit me, don't hit me!"

"Still spreading rumors?!"

"Everyone is spreading... oh! Don't hit! Don't pass it, don't pass it on!" Ah Jiu begged for mercy while hiding, "Zhuo Yixiao, say something! Oops! It hurts!"

Zhuo Yixiao didn't say anything, he folded his arms and watched them cat and mouse, and suddenly sneered: "Boring."

Turn around and leave.

The crowd that had formed a circle hurriedly moved aside to let Zhuo Yixiao go out, for fear that he would suddenly get violent and play mixed doubles with Song Wenxing.

However, Zhuo Yixiao didn't respond, he just walked to the door of the elevator, entered the elevator, and went nowhere.

Song Wenxing's temper came up, and he couldn't hold it back anymore, and continued to break heads with Ah Jiu.

Yin Jun watched the play by the side for a long time, and when Ah Jiu had suffered enough beatings, he followed Lan Xiaoying, who was also watching with relish, and took Song Wenxing away from left to right.

He held Song Wenxing on his back, and still pretended to yell: "Hey! Get out of the way! Be careful that he kicks you!"

Lan Xiaoying also chased people away: "It's gone, it's gone."

Hearing what they said, everyone dispersed quickly, for fear of being accidentally injured.

Song Wenxing's arms were held up, still not convinced, he kicked his legs in the air: "——don't let me hear you making rumors again!"

"That's enough, that's enough, I'll fight." Yin Jun said, "For the sake of Zhuo Yixiao, is it worth it?"

"What's wrong! Let him bully our No. [-] Tianzi!" Song Wenxing turned his head and glared at him.

"Are you an elementary school chick?" Lan Xiaoying couldn't help complaining, "You're so childish, you beat people."

"You are the cage owner!" Song Wenxing said.

"Hey!" Lan Xiaoying was amused, "Who else pecks whom?"

Song Wenxing was dragged all the way back to Tianzi No. [-] room, and there was quite a lot of movement.

Chi Qiao has come back from the hospital and is sitting on the bed reading the lyrics.

Hearing the sound, Chi Qiao raised his head, looked at the weird shape of the three of them twisted into a ball, and asked incredulously, "What's wrong?"

"He got into a fight with someone in the corridor." Yin Jun said and let go.

Lan Xiaoying also let go: "The person has been delivered, I'm going back to sleep for beauty."

After speaking, he twisted his waist and walked away, not forgetting to take the door intimately.

"A fight?" Chi Qiao put down the lyrics in shock, and looked at Song Wenxing worriedly, "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine." Song Wenxing snorted coldly and stretched his arms, "My ancestor, my sword is not old."

"Of course he's fine, he hit someone else." Yin Jun pushed Song Wenxing's shoulder, "It's still the little ancestor of Song Wenxing who punched a child."

Chi Qiao was very confused: "Xing Xing hit people? Why?"

"It's not that group of people who are idle and have nothing to do, spreading rumors everywhere that Zhuo Yixiao did what you fell." Song Wenxing said angrily.

"I declare, I didn't pass it on." Yin Jun immediately raised his hands, once again separating the relationship.

"Yi Xiao?" Chi Qiao was stunned for a moment, and almost immediately denied it, "Impossible, he is not that kind of person."

"That's right, you also reacted in the same way." Song Wenxing answered immediately, "At most, he is a bit aggressive, has a bad temper, and a bit annoying personality... eh? oops, how could he do such a thing anyway? , I have slept with him for so long, can you still not see it?"

"Then did he hear others say that?" Chi Qiao asked worriedly.

He never doubted Zhuo Yixiao at all, but was worried that such false rumors would affect Zhuo Yixiao's emotions.

"I heard it." Song Wenxing said, looking around, "Where did he go? Didn't he go back to the dormitory?"

Chi Qiao said, "I haven't come back yet."

Song Wenxing said, "Then how is your tailbone? Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Chi Qiao shook his head, "Don't worry, you should be able to resume training tomorrow."

"Okay, little ancestor, let's take a bath." Yin Jun pushed Song Wenxing, "I have to get up for training tomorrow morning."

After all the fuss just now, Song Wenxing was so sleepy that he fell asleep immediately after washing up and going to bed.

In the middle of the night, he woke up suddenly.

Song Wenxing opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while, and suddenly felt hungry.

Ah - so hungry.

He must have beaten someone before going to bed and consumed a lot of energy before he woke up hungry.

Song Wenxing rubbed his stomach and got up, intending to get out of bed to find some snack mats to pad his stomach, but found that the bed next to him was empty, even the quilt was neatly folded, and he hadn't moved.

Zhuo Yixiao hasn't come back yet?

Song Wenxing fumbled to pick up the watch from the bedside, and checked the time by the street lamp outside.

Good guy, it's three o'clock in the morning.

Could it be that Zhuo Yixiao planned to spend the night on the classroom floor tonight?

Song Wenxing put his watch back, climbed out of bed, walked to his seat in the dark, took a blanket and draped it over himself, stepped on his kitten slippers, opened the dormitory door carefully, and slipped out.

At three o'clock in the morning, even the staff were asleep, Song Wenxing walked through the empty corridor with a blanket on, and took the elevator downstairs.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and the temperature was even lower at night. Song Wenxing couldn't help shivering several times along the way, and he was woken up by the cold wind.

He walked under the windy maple tree alone, came to the classroom building, and looked up.

Sure enough, the lights in their classroom were on.

Song Wenxing wrapped the blanket tightly and entered the building.

The whole building was empty and silent, save for the echo of his slippers as they stomped on the floor.

Song Wenxing was timid and had goosebumps all over him, so he couldn't help speeding up his pace, trotting all the way to the door of the classroom, and pushed the door open.

Then he saw a man lying on the floor.

"I rely on?" Song Wenxing was stunned.

Who?Is not It Cold?sleep here?

He walked up, saw the man's face clearly, breathed a sigh of relief, knelt down and called him: "Old Zhuo? Why are you sleeping here? Wake up, you'll catch a cold...Old Zhuo, wake up. Lao Zhuo? Zhuo Yi Xiao?!"

The author has something to say: ah, today is a big fat chapter, can I have comments from readers' little angels today quq