I'm arrogant at the apex of the hip-hop god

"I don't mind." Seeing Tong Qian's repeated attempts to stutter his family, Feng Chen's voice suddenly turned cold, and his tone could not be discussed.

Tong Qian was chilled by the sudden gust of wind through the receiver, subconsciously shrunk his neck, and picked up a step down by himself: "Oh, I was just joking, it made you nervous, I know you don't like it Expose your private life - but you still have to come to today's dinner, have you forgotten what day it is?"

Feng Chen's fingertips sliding the mouse lightly paused, and from the report full of screens, he divided his mind to think about Tong Qian's question, but to no avail.

"You are heartless, thanks to the fact that you remembered that I was your teacher just now, the teacher brought you out with one hand, you even forgot the day when the dance troupe was established." , and finally regained the high-spirited and proud attitude of the past, stood on the commanding heights of "being a teacher", caught Feng Chen and recalled the hard time of starting a business for up to 5 minutes, then thought for a while, and made a concession, "How about this?" , This kind of special day must be attended by all the staff, even if one is missing, let's change the dinner to noon, so you must have time."

Feng Chen took his eyes away from the computer screen for a moment, and when he heard the second half of the sentence, he clicked on the work schedule and looked at it, and said "um".

Due to the temporary change of the meal time, there are no private rooms at the Jin Yuanbao restaurant at noon. It is at the peak of the meal, and the crowds are crowded. The table near the private room, behind the uniformly dressed guests, reveals the word "Max" on it.

Feng Chen parked the car and got out of the car, the noisy cicadas were blowing towards people with the heat wave, the midsummer atmosphere was strong and noisy.

"Brother Chen, you are here."

"Brother Chen is good."

"Brother Chen, long time no see."

A group of colorful heads popped up one after another along the aisle like gophers, and many unfamiliar faces that Feng Chen was not familiar with greeted him warmly or awkwardly, and when Feng Chen nodded lightly and walked past them, he seemed to be acting strangely. Sit back one by one.

Feng Chen went straight to the main table where Tong Qian was, and sat down at random in the only vacant seat next to him, lazily raised his eyelids, glanced at the growing dance club, and looked at Tong Qian: "There are so many Man, why not change to a bigger restaurant."

Tong Qian waved his hands, smiling from ear to ear with rare seriousness on his face: "No, I've done the math, this restaurant is prosperous for me, it's gold and I'm short of gold, just learn from each other's strengths."

Feng Chen: "..."

With Tong Qian's nature as a capitalist businessman, even if he becomes the No. [-] dance troupe in Asia, he can still play with his lack of money in the five elements until he grows old.

"Boss, it's still 5 minutes away from the auspicious time you calculated. Brother Teng hasn't come yet. Shall we start?" A man who looked like an assistant approached Tong Qian and asked in a low voice.

Tong Qian glanced at his watch, his expression a little impatient: "Call him again, and he will say that Feng Chen has come."

"Okay." The assistant hurriedly stepped aside to call Wei Teng.

There was a group of young people sitting next to the main table, and one of them was probably a newcomer, and said bluntly: "Brother Teng is upstairs? It's only two steps away, why didn't Brother Chen come here sooner?"

"Hey, what do you know? Brother Teng and Brother Chen are the two pillars of our dance troupe. Whoever comes last means who has the highest status. You know who walks on the red carpet? Stars like to be the finale." The people next to him were unpredictable. explained in a low voice.

The newcomer suddenly realized, but still looked puzzled: "Didn't Brother Chen have won more awards than Brother Teng? And this year, Brother Teng participated in the WDC competition, and he didn't win any awards. After all, Brother Chen won more prizes." Great."

"Shh, don't mention it, Brother Teng is not happy."

Whispering is not loud, but there are still sporadic words that can reach Feng Chen and the others. Tong Qian looked at Feng Chen and saw his expression as usual, and secretly sighed with Feng Chen's demeanor. Yu Fengchen has won the world championship, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to catch up with Feng Chen in his future achievements.

After answering the phone, Wei Teng came very quickly, entered the lobby, and greeted all the people in a gentle and gentle way. Although the queue was large, it was not offensive, and quickly dispelled the irritability caused by waiting. Seven seven eight eight.

"Brother Tong, Xiaochen, you just practiced dancing for a while, so you're late." Wei Teng walked to the last empty seat at the main table and sat down, greeted Tong Qian and the others with a smile, and explained why he was late.

Feng Chen lazily nodded his head as a response.

Tong Qian's attention was all on his mobile phone, he let out a "huh" indifferently, and continued to stare at the clock app on the screen, for fear of missing the auspicious time he had carefully selected in the morning.

Wei Teng looked at Feng Chen, who was stretched out and arrogant as usual, and then at Tong Qian, who was next to him who smelled like copper, with a mean curve of his mouth, he took a sip of wine, and suppressed the deep jealousy in his eyes, Melt into the hustle and bustle of joy as if nothing had happened.

Because they are all on their own, and Tong Qian has no airs, the place quickly became lively, and the sound of toasting and chatting one after another converged into a noisy voice line, even in the lobby of a restaurant with people coming and going, it caused a lot of noise. The attention of the guests.

When several young girls saw one of the outstanding figures through the lush green screen, they couldn't hide their excitement immediately, covering their mouths excitedly and screaming: "Is it him? Is it him?!"

"Yes, yes, it's really him, he's even more handsome in real life than online!!"

"Ahhh, give me the pen! I'm going to ask him for his autograph!"

"Are you crazy? Who will bring a pen when you go out to eat?"

"What about the eyebrow pencil and the lipstick?! I don't care, I'm going to find my male god to sign it! What kind of shit luck did I have today!!"

Feng Chen lazily leaned on the back, looked at the time, got up and was about to leave, he didn't want to be stopped by Wei Teng and a girl at the same time as soon as he stood up.

Wei Teng was still holding two filled wine cups, and when he saw the girl who appeared out of nowhere shyly facing his direction, her hypocritical face just now was filled with smiles like a face changed in a Sichuan opera, and the gentleman said Nodding and smiling at the girl: "Ladies first."

But the girl didn't look at him at all, all her attention was on Feng Chen's appearance when she faced Feng Chen at close range, her heart was pounding wildly, and before she could speak, her cheeks were covered with a layer of peach blossoms. Blush: "Hi God D, I really like your dance, I watched the videos of your competition no less than ten times, can you please sign me?"

As she spoke, she took out her lipstick, blinked her big eyes and looked at Feng Chen expectantly, with a shy face, curled up her fingers and stretched out her sleeves in front of him.

Wei Teng, who was ignored as air, was still standing between the two of them, seeing the scene in its entirety, the veins in his fingers holding the wine cup bulged, and the cup swung suddenly, splashing a few drops of cold wine stains in the air.

Feng Chen refused coldly: "It's not convenient." After saying that, he turned around and walked straight to the other side of the long table, preparing to make a detour.

The girl pursed her lips in frustration, watched Feng Chen's long legs walking swiftly and neatly, sighed, clenched her lipstick tightly, and turned around to leave.

I don't know who's EQ is too low. Seeing the girl happened to be standing with Wei Teng, he booed and said, "Oh girl, don't feel bad, our dance troupe lacks everything, but there is no shortage of champion stars. Come, come, let our Teng I will sign your autograph for you, he is the first championship!"

The girl glanced blankly at Wei Teng and waved her hand, obviously not knowing who Wei Teng was standing next to her, let alone asking for his autograph.

The cold jealousy penetrated into Wei Teng's limbs from the soles of his feet like a poisonous snake spitting out its core, his teeth creaked, and his mind was full of overwhelming jealousy that almost exploded, but he could only hold his fingertips and ruthlessly Suppression——why, why is there someone in this world who can easily get everything by relying on his face, but he still can't compare to Feng Chen after working hard for so long!

Just because someone was born in Rome, can he stay at the top of the pyramid for the rest of his life? !

No, step by step, he wants to climb up this pyramid that can only accommodate one person, and then push him into the abyss, making the rest of his life impossible.

Wei Teng let out a breath of turbid air slowly, and when he looked up again, his face was replaced with a gentle and harmless smile. He quickly walked a few steps to stop Feng Chen, and handed one of the full wine cups to him, smiling Sincerely: "Xiaochen, I haven't seen you for so long, let's have a drink."

Feng Chen didn't answer: "I'm driving, I can't drink."

"Look down on your brother, don't you?" Wei Teng pretended to be unhappy, his face darkened, and he moved his hand holding the wine cup forward and was about to stuff it into Feng Chen's hand, "It's not a matter of time for you to find a substitute driver. thing."

Feng Chen put his hands in his pockets, turned sideways to avoid Wei Teng's smell of alcohol, and glanced at him condescendingly, his usual casual tone was so cold that he couldn't be bothered to say, "I don't want to drink."

As soon as these words came out, the feigned anger on Wei Teng's face became a little more real, and his fingers with protruding veins tightly pinched the two small wine cups, which was extremely ugly.

"Okay, Xiao Chen has to go to work in the afternoon, and he smells too drunk." Tong Qian came out to smooth things over, and waved to Feng Chen, "Xiao Chen, let's go, don't delay work."

Only then did Wei Teng turn pale, put the wine cup back on the table, and looked at Feng Chen probingly: "Xiao Chen is at work? Are you still dancing? It's been a long time since I saw you come to dance practice, and I thought your hand injury had recurred. "

There was gloating in his eyes, but he didn't dare to show it, he pretended to ask Feng Chen a few questions very casually, like a caring big brother.

Feng Chen never looked Wei Teng squarely in the face from the beginning to the end, gently lifted his thin and sharp eyelids, and said indifferently: "Jump." After saying that, he turned and left.

After all, that vicious ecstasy was just a mirage of Wei Teng alone. With a sullen face, he picked up the wine cup and drank it down. Seeing that Tong Qian was also about to leave, he followed up: "Xiao Chen is at work, do you still have time to prepare for the competition?" ? Did he say when he participated in the WDC competition?"

Tong Qian gave Wei Teng a meaningful look: "Why, are you worried that you two will collide in next year's competition?"

Wei Teng's eyes flashed a glint of prey, but he quickly suppressed it, pretending to be nonchalant and said: "WDC masters are like Lin, and he is the oldest among them, I am worried that he has more time to practice dancing. "

Tong Qianxin said that it would be great if you really thought so, but unfortunately, the fact is that you have been chasing Feng Chen and using him as an opponent, and you have not caught up—and what is even more sad is that Feng Chen has never been able to catch up. I didn't see you in my eyes.

Tong Qian didn't want to explain the so-called "I am the biggest enemy" to a stubborn person like Wei Teng. Everyone understands the old-fashioned chicken soup, but he has stayed in this circle for so many years. There are eight thousand if not ten thousand best dancers, but on this thorny road that is doomed to have no best but better ones, Feng Chen is the only one who will not be swayed by outsiders and only keeps surpassing himself as his only goal.

"Okay, let's go practice dancing." Tong Qian patted Wei Teng's shoulder, and after pondering for a moment, decided to lighten his psychological burden, "Xiaochen has been busy with work for the past two years, so I don't think he has much time to prepare for WDC. Don't worry so much about the competition, take care of yourself and practice dancing well."

Wei Teng's hand that was about to take the cigarette stopped suddenly, and there was a moment of unbelievable ecstasy, the thrill of almost adrenaline rush and the excitement of finally surpassing Feng Chen intertwined in his heart, making it difficult for him to become Calm down, he took the lighter and lit it a few times, the flickering dim light approached and went out, and then lit it, allowing him to take a deep breath with the faint sparks, he squinted slightly, with a gloating look on the corner of his mouth Laughing, in the lingering smoke, I saw that I was one step closer to the top of the pyramid.

When Feng Chen came out of the building, it was already late, and the dim street lights were turned on one by one along the straight and wide long street, illuminating the way home for the pedestrians returning home late, and Feng Chen skillfully bypassed the congested traffic In the disaster area, take a small road and go to the law firm where Shen Xi practiced to pick him up from work.

The night breeze was blowing, and the boy's handsome side face was blown through the half-open window. His bony hands were loosely holding the steering wheel, his body was stretched, leaning on the seat, and he was driving past the law firm building where all the lights were almost dimmed. Stop the car and send Shen Xi a WeChat message.

[D Chen]: The vegetable seeds I bought have been delivered, let's plant strawberries together at night?

Shen Xi was turning off his computer when he received the only enveloped rogue WeChat with no semicolon, his face was blushing through the screen, he pressed his unconsciously heaving heart, speeded up packing, and hurried to the elevator.

Shen Xi was the only one in the elevator, he bit his mouth lightly, finally clicked on the dialogue box with red ears, quickly typed the word "OK", and then hid the hot fuselage deeply like a thief. into the palm.

After Feng Chen sent the message, he leaned lazily on the car with his long legs, waiting for the kid who understood his code to come downstairs.

The light yellow halo reflected a lazy figure along the road, and soon, that figure straightened up, smiled and stretched out his hand, pulled Shen Xi who was rushing towards him covered in starlight, and embraced him. bosom.

Shen Xi's face started to turn red again, but he still obediently was hugged by Feng Chen, because he missed him so much that he couldn't help but hug Feng Chen, and rubbed him lightly.

At the same time, being disturbed by the elevator signal, the successful WeChat message was sent along with the owner's arrival at this moment, and it sounded leisurely in the night.

"Mm~ah~ah~", it was like a three-dimensional encircling maze. Lidi. Panting, clear and continuous, wrapped in the dry and hot summer night wind, rushing towards Shen Xi.

Shen Xi's whole body froze suddenly, his eyes widened in disbelief, and then, when he finally heard what was going on with this voice, he completely petrified.

"What are you ashamed of, it's all your voice." Feng Chen sensed the shame and anger of the little boy, smiled and bit Shen Xi's ear, his deep voice was slightly hoarse and provocative, "But I still like it the most. Listen to the live version."

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Shen Xi pulled up the collar of his shirt embarrassingly: "No, you can't plant your neck, you will be, seen."

Unexpectedly, this sentence was exactly what Young Master Feng wanted: "Okay, then let's plant in other places."

Pudding os, who pulls the light silently: It would be nice to be able to plant the neck, but if it is planted in other places, it will not be broadcast~

Brother Chen: Plant your own strawberries, you can make up your mind as you like.