After Xiao Zuojing took the group pet script

"Is there any problem!" Song Wenxing clenched his fists and said daringly.

"Of course there's no problem. Whether it's a confession or a threat..." Lu Zhicheng's tone was filled with joy, and the rising end sound dissipated in the air, "I surrender to you."

Song Wenxing immediately raised his head to look at him: "What do you mean?"

As soon as he raised his head, he was immediately caught by Lu Zhicheng's smiling eyes.

"To put it simply," Lu Zhicheng said, "I like you too."

……what!

Ahhhhh!

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Oh shit!

Song Wenxing was so nervous that his fingertips were pinched into the palm of his hand, tears had already begun to roll in his eyes, but he still said duplicity: "But you just said that you have liked someone else!"

"You didn't ask me who that person is." Lu Zhicheng smiled helplessly.

"Who is it?" Song Wenxing frowned.

Could it be someone he knew?

hateful.

He doesn't want to know!

Well, there is still a little bit I want to know...

"A kid named Song Wenxing." Lu Zhicheng said, "That kid was like a short winter melon when he was young. He was small and not tall, but he was quite fierce. He beat me every day, and even robbed me. snack."

Song Wenxing suddenly raised his head: "???"

"At first I was really uncomfortable being chased and beaten by a kid, but it didn't take me long to realize that he was actually just a greedy cat, and he was really cute sitting on the steps and munching on snacks." See Seeing Song Wenxing's shocked expression, Lu Zhicheng laughed, and continued, "Later, I often deliberately teased him with snacks, so that he would not chase other children, but only me."

"You, you are..." Song Wenxing opened his eyes wide, and slowly lowered the arms supporting Lu Zhicheng's sides.

The big kid who was snatched by him for snacks every day when he was young was actually Lu Zhicheng!

"Yeah." Lu Zhicheng squinted his eyes, and showed a successful smirk, "I'm not airborne, I'm barely half a bamboo horse."

Song Wenxing stared at Lu Zhicheng with red eyes, he was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly yelled, and threw himself into Lu Zhicheng's arms.

Ahhhhh!

All fantasies have become reality!

It turned out that they had known each other since childhood!

Lu Zhicheng reacted quickly, immediately reached out to catch his kitten, and hugged him in his arms.

Little boys are really soft, especially a boy like Song Wenxing who was raised by his family carefully.His hair was fragrant and fluffy, and the nape of his neck exposed from his winter coat was as white as a girl's.

Especially with the two small red ears, Lu Zhicheng couldn't help but want to bow his head and take a bite.

That's called a hug.Lu Zhicheng thought sourly.

Song Wenxing's tears that he had held back for a long time finally flowed onto Lu Zhicheng's coat.

He bit his lip, buried his face in Lu Zhicheng's arms, wept silently, his shoulders twitched.

It turns out...it turns out...

Why didn't you tell him earlier? !

Worry, fear, joy, shock, grievance, all kinds of complex and intertwined emotions rushed up like a flood, like boiling, rolling and tossing in Song Wenxing's chest.

"I, I really like you..." Song Wenxing cried a few times, with a weeping tone in his voice, like a kitten, "I've never thought of anyone like this before, let alone any man. this way..."

"I know, I know." Lu Zhicheng put his hand gently on Song Wenxing's shoulder blades through the thick clothes, and patted, "Song Wenxing is the bravest kid, because he did what I always wanted to do." but dare not do.”

He knew what Song Wenxing was afraid of.

Unlike himself, Song Wenxing grew up in Europe with an open atmosphere, and he is very open about sexual orientation and accepts it calmly.

Just like what Song Wenxing said, he has never liked anyone before, how conflicted and entangled he must be when he finds out that he likes a man.

Therefore, Lu Zhicheng really did not expect that Song Wenxing would actually make up his mind to confess his love to him.

His little friend is really brave.

Lu Zhicheng put his arms around the trembling Song Wenxing, sighed, and suddenly felt a little distressed: "Do you know what I think you look like now?"

"...What?" Song Wenxing hiccupped, his face still buried in Lu Zhicheng's arms.

"When I was young, I was fostered by my parents at my grandparents' house for a period of time. Grandpa was afraid that I would be bored, so he asked someone to ask someone to raise a newly weaned kitten for me." Lu Zhicheng changed his posture, resting his chin on the On top of Song Wenxing's head.

"What breed?" Song Wenxing's attention was completely attracted.

"An ordinary white garden cat. I still remember its appearance. It is small, fluffy, with big eyes, small ears standing up sharply, and it is still pink." Lu Zhicheng smiled, "I like to cling when I am happy. Let me rub, scratch my paw if you are not happy...do you look like you?"

"I'm not a cat, I'm a human." Song Wenxing muttered angrily, in a low voice.

"I mean, you can be my cat."

"I will be your ancestor."

"Okay, okay." Lu Zhicheng coaxed him, "My little ancestor."

Song Wenxing didn't speak anymore, but he didn't cry anymore either.

He put his face on Lu Zhicheng's chest, put his arms around the other's waist tightly, and breathed in the fresh breath of the other's body greedily.

Ah, the smell of vitamin E milk.

No wonder he felt so familiar before...

It turned out that I had smelled it when I was a child...

Lu Zhicheng didn't speak either.

It's just that she hugged him more tightly than Song Wenxing hugged him, closed her eyes, and felt the temperature in her arms.

After a long time, Song Wenxing got out of Lu Zhicheng's arms.

"But I can't fall in love with you." He looked up at Lu Zhicheng, his eyes were red from crying just now, and the tip of his nose was also red, "Not yet."

It's not enough now, being shackled in the identities of trainees and mentors, they must never have a transcendent relationship.

And trapped in the idol's career prison, let alone do things that destroy your future.

A short-lived liking is an impulse of a hot-headed moment, but a long-term love requires restraint and a calm and clear mind.

Afraid that Lu Zhicheng might misunderstand, Song Wenxing immediately added: "It's not that I don't want to...I really, really, really like you."

I like it so much that I am willing to nest in his arms, be his cat, and be raised by him.

"I know." Lu Zhicheng understood Song Wenxing's meaning, he put his arms around Song Wenxing's waist, and circled him vaguely, "Wait for me, it will be soon."

That's what he's thinking about too.

Otherwise, which traffic star will suddenly start preparing for transformation when he is the most popular.

"Then you have to hurry up." Song Wenxing buried his head back in Lu Zhicheng's arms, and said sullenly, "Lu Zhicheng, don't fall in love with others."

There is still a word that I didn't say out of my mouth, I can only whisper in my heart.

...you can only like me.

Do you hear me?

If you dare to fall in love with others, you will die!

Just when Song Wenxing was thinking wildly, he suddenly felt a soft touch from the top of his hair.

Song Wenxing was slightly taken aback.

It was Lu Zhicheng who lowered his head and kissed his hair.

Song Wenxing raised his face blankly, and his eyebrows and eyelids were quickly kissed again.

Lu Zhicheng's lips are very soft, a little dry in winter.

He smiled lightly: "Well, I only like Song Wenxing."

Hearing these words, Song Wenxing's heart beat wildly again.

For him, the most direct way to express liking is physical contact.For example, he always hooked shoulders with Yin Jun, squeezed into a bed, and also liked to jump on the backs of Chi Qiao and Zhuo Yixiao to let them carry him.

But that's just friends, brothers.

And Lu Zhicheng is the person he likes, it's always different.

Thinking of this, Song Wenxing had already made a decision in his heart.

He took a deep breath, suddenly stood on tiptoe, raised his face, and gnawed a big mouthful on Lu Zhicheng's chin.

Lu Zhicheng was stunned on the spot.

Half a second later, the astonishment in his eyes was replaced by a happy smile: "You..."

What a domineering kitten.

Do you have to do the confession by yourself, and do you have to do the kiss by yourself?

"It's stamped." After kissing Lu Zhicheng's chin, Song Wenxing blushed, and raised his hand to wipe his lips, "I've booked you first, no one else is allowed to snatch it."

"...Do you think I'm pork?" Lu Zhicheng laughed out loud. He looked at Song Wenxing's red and soft lips, and his heart softened, "Can you still get a pork quarantine stamp?"

"No matter!" Song Wenxing said arrogantly.

"Okay, okay." Lu Zhicheng raised his hand and stroked Song Wenxing's hair, "We've stayed here long enough... Shall we go back?"

Thinking of Lu Zhicheng's announcement, Song Wenxing nodded: "Yeah."

The two hugged quietly for a while, and finally Lu Zhicheng sent Song Wenxing back to the downstairs of the dormitory.

Although when they walked together, they deliberately kept the same distance between them as before, but after all, something has changed.

"Then I'll go back first." Lu Zhicheng raised his chin at Song Wenxing, "Remember what you said today."

"...Remember it!" Song Wenxing was so ashamed that he rushed away impatiently, "Hurry up, hurry up!"

After Lu Zhicheng smiled and turned to leave, Song Wenxing stood alone downstairs in the dormitory for a long time.

He didn't walk slowly back to the dormitory until the rhythmless heartbeat gradually calmed down.

As soon as he pushed open the door of Tianzi No. [-] room, Song Wenxing heard Lan Xiaoying shouted in the room: "Xingxing! Where have you been? Why is your face so red?!"

Song Wenxing was taken aback, and immediately closed the door, holding his face with his hands: "Really? Is my face very red?"

It still seems a little hot...

"Very red." Zhuo Yixiao passed by with a glass of water, leaving a calm comment.

"I saw you and Lu PD together just now." Lan Xiaoying stared at Song Wenxing for a while, then frowned, "Tell me, are you—"

"Did you see us?!" Song Wenxing, who was already guilty, was taken aback by Lan Xiaoying who was playing tricks, and immediately asked nervously, "Where are you? When? Just now? What did you see?"

"Fake, I just try you." Lan Xiaoying hugged her arms, with a mysterious smile on her face, "You two really have tricks."

Song Wenxing: "..."

Good guy, now he has learned how to cheat!

"Did you really hit him?" Yin Jun, who was lying on the bed playing with Switch, hung his head upside down on the edge of the bed, looking at Song Wenxing.

Really hit.

He also gnawed a big mouthful of his chin.

Song Wenxing pursed his lips, and his ears burned again.

Fortunately, Chi Qiao came over and pushed Song Wenxing to his seat in a relieved way: "Okay, I cooked a self-heating hot pot, come and eat."

Jojo, you are an angel!

Song Wenxing immediately looked at Chi Qiao gratefully, and hurriedly followed him to eat self-heating hot pot.

After one night, everyone went into intense training again.

The competition system of 60 to 45 is not cruel, after all, only 15 people left, unlike the last time Hulala wiped out [-]/[-].

As a result, the already divided groups became uneven in number.Originally there were 12 people in each group, but now it has to be reduced to 9.

Some groups are seriously short of people, while others have too many people and need to be regrouped.

Therefore, the next morning, after coming to the classroom, the first thing each group with an excess number of people had to do was to collectively vote for the trainees that everyone thought were the most unsuitable for the piece.

Song Wenxing and Chi Qiao stayed in the "Taoyuan Realm" group without any accidents, and Yin Jun and Zhuo Yixiao remained in the original group as well.

The only variable is Lan Xiaoying.

As the 35th, he is currently the last one with the lowest number of online votes. He should be in the "Gangsta" group that suits him best, but was voted out by his teammates and went to the "Marshmallow" group that is short of staff.

When seeing Lan Xiaoying push the door and walk in, Yin Jun was so shocked: "Sister Ying, why are you here?!"

The teammates sitting beside Yin Jun looked at Lan Xiaoying with meaningful eyes, and applauded symbolically a few times to express their welcome.

"Natural selection, natural selection." Lan Xiaoying pretended not to see those strange eyes, walked up to Yin Jun, and sat down.

Afterwards, several other trainees who were voted out also came to the classroom of the "Marshmallow" group one after another, and quickly integrated into the new environment, unlike Lan Xiaoying who was out of place.

No one took the initiative to talk to Lan Xiaoying, but Lan Xiaoying didn't care anymore.Fortunately, Yin Jun is in this group, so he won't feel too lonely.

During the meal, Yin Jun told the others about Lan Xiaoying going to their group, and everyone was shocked.

"The reason why Sister Ying was voted out is probably influenced by the previous public opinion." Song Wenxing bit the tip of his chopsticks, thoughtfully, "Otherwise he is so strong, and "Gangsta" is the most suitable song for him. How could it be voted out?"

"It's a pity." Chi Qiao nodded, and gently comforted Lan Xiaoying, "But Xiaoying is so good, no matter which group she is in, she will definitely shine."

"You're pretty good at comforting people." Zhuo Yixiao looked up at Chi Qiao and sneered.

"Forget it, I've long been used to being discriminated against because of my sexual orientation." Lan Xiaoying tossed her hair, "I don't care!"

"It's best to think like this." Song Wenxing breathed a sigh of relief, "I was really worried that you would retire because of this."

"Impossible." Lan Xiaoying snorted coldly, "You still want to exclude my old lady at this level, what kind of trash."

"That's right, it's already here, just keep going." Song Wenxing put the chicken legs on his plate into Lan Xiaoying's dinner plate as a sign of encouragement.

Lan Xiaoying said that she was very strong, so this topic passed away.

Yin Jun took a sip of the food, and suddenly said, "By the way, I heard a little rumor from the election supervisor this morning."

"...how do you always get things from the election management?" Song Wenxing turned to look at him, "I now reasonably suspect that you have picked up a young lady from the election management."

Yin Jun immediately patted the table seriously: "Nonsense, am I that kind of love brain?"

"Didn't you enter the circle just to find a beautiful girlfriend?" Song Wenxing said.He is extremely sensitive to the word "love" now, "Be patient with the matter of falling in love."

"I just think you've been acting weird these two days." Yin Jun immediately accused him, "Hey, do you know that Song Wenxing has been bored in the bed for the past two nights, having fun, not knowing what he was secretly watching, Laughing so hard that the whole bed is shaking."

"Punching in hand?" Lan Xiaoying answered.

"Crazy—!" Song Wenxing cursed suddenly, almost breaking his voice in anxiety, causing the fish in Chi Qiao's chopsticks to lose its grip and fall back onto the plate.

Lan Xiaoying laughed so hard that she almost cramped.

"Listen to me, listen to me." Yin Jun continued to sell Fa Xiao, "I was so curious, so I climbed onto his bed while he was taking a shower, and took a look at his pillow. Good guy! Guess what I saw?"

"You peeked at my stuff!" Song Wenxing, who was scolding Lan Xiaoying just now, turned around immediately and pointed at Yin Jun.

"Don't pay attention to him." Lan Xiaoying listened with gusto, "What did you see?"

"What did you see?" someone asked behind him.

Yin Jun didn't notice that the latter sentence came from behind him, nor did he notice the stiff expression of Song Wenxing who was sitting opposite him, and the other three people who suddenly became quiet.

He lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "I saw a note!"

"Oh, what's written on it?" the man behind asked.

"It says, 'Be good, help me take care of myself'..." Yin Jun patted the table and said excitedly, "I'll go! Xing Xing, you can! Who wrote this? Is it the person you like? written?"

"Oh." The person behind replied, "I wrote it."

"You wrote it? Who are you?" Yin Jun noticed someone standing behind him all the time, and turned his head with a frown.

Then, he was stunned.

Behind him, Lu Zhicheng put his hands in his coat pockets, with an expression of interest on his face.

He looked at Yin Jun, whose face was full of shock, and Song Wenxing, whose ears turned red quickly again, and smiled comfortably: "Me?"

Speaking of this, Lu Zhicheng paused.

He deliberately lowered his voice a little, and said in a cheerful tone: "It's the person he likes."

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