The top brother is going to the draft!

Xiang Ran's voice is light and heavy.

It fell into Zhuang Xiang's ears, like a small hammer hitting his heart lightly, and it made him feel a little itchy for a while.

In the process of growing up together, Zhuang Xiang has never been the last to see Xiang Ran as submissive.

Xiang Ran, who always loves to chatter, is gentle, tough and disciplines others, subdues him, and Zhuang Xiang can't make a fuss.

Difficult to do.

He couldn't help pressing the tip of his tongue against the sharp outline of the tiger's teeth, and lowered his eyes to avoid staring at each other.

Before answering this question, he wanted to think about why this old woman would say such a thing.

But the thoughts have not yet begun, and the surrounding atmosphere seems to be suddenly cold.The warmth on the forehead was removed, and the atmosphere that was so hot that it made people feel a little flustered disappeared as Xiang Ran stood up straight.

Zhuang Xiang was taken aback for a moment, the back of his head was gently and irresistibly pressed by Xiang Ran's warm palm, and his warm fingertips gently lifted his face.

"look at me."

The magnetic sound rang in my ears.

Zhuang Xiang raised his eyes subconsciously, and Xiang Ran frowned at him in the darkness.

His eyelashes drooped, his blue eyes were dark and unfathomable, and the light refracted from the door behind him fell into his eyes, appearing faintly bright like starlight.

It's gorgeous.

Like a shooting star in a snowy night, or like the moonlight reflected by a stream.

Xiang Ran narrowed his eyes slightly, as if Zhuang Xiang's escape reminded him of something unpleasant.

He paused every word: "Say 'yes'."

Zhuang wanted to blink, and slowly regained his senses: "Huh?"

Xiang Ran urged: "Hurry up."

"Okay. Good, good, good, very good," Zhuang Xiang said several times, then tilted his head, "What's wrong?"

"You promised me," Xiang Ran looked at his face, his eyes were calm and serious, "Don't choose someone else next time. If you break your promise, I will be angry."

……Um?

Zhuang Xiang blinked his eyes to react, and couldn't help laughing.For a while, I didn't bother to care about his rogue behavior of showing weakness first and then coming back tough, leaning against the wall and said helplessly: "What should I be? I will agree if I don't have to."

Xiang Ran looked at him: "Is that so?"

"Of course." Zhuang Xiang took it for granted and said with a smile, "Be more confident. You are different from others. You have always been my special case."

……special case.

Xiang Ran shrank his fingertips and looked at Zhuang Xiang.

The heart seems to be a little swollen, squeezing the chest cavity to form a feeling of oppression that is almost suffocating.

"No way." He heard his own voice say, "I'm not sure."

Not sure Zhuang Xiang would choose him.

There are times when he just wants to fight for more possibilities for himself.

Zhuang wanted to pat him on the shoulder, put his hands behind his back and said in an old-fashioned way: "Xiaoxiang, when you grow up, you have to learn to walk independently, don't always think about relying on your brother."

"But." Xiang Ran subconsciously opened his lips, but frowned the next moment.

Zhuang thought: "Huh?"

After a moment of silence, Xiang Ran whispered, "But I want to..."

Just as he was speaking, a harsh bang sounded from behind.

The staff behind dragged the large machine and said politely, "Excuse me, this is too big, it's a bit difficult."

Zhuang thought: "Ah, yes."

Xiang Ran's voice paused, and he suddenly came back to his senses.He pulled Zhuang Xiang to the side to get out, and waited quietly for the loud noise to leave.

Zhuang wanted to feel that he was holding his hand a little cold.

Xiang Ran's hands are hot most of the time, if his palms are cold, it means he is nervous.It was as uncontrollable a physical reaction as his ears turned red.

But... Strange, is there anything to be nervous about?

The large venue where the ranking is published is a power-hungry venue.The staff turned off the headlights in the venue after the players left, and now there are a few small pitiful lights that are shining brightly.

Zhuang Xiang turned his head and saw Xiang Ran's well-defined side face indistinctly in the ignorant light. He could neither see his expression nor see whether his ears were red or not.After a pause, he asked, "What did you want to say just now?"

Xiang Ran lowered his eyes and looked over, against the darkness, there seemed to be deep blue ice in his eyes.

But before Zhuang wanted to see it clearly, a black shadow covered his eyes, and Xiang Ran's palm vaguely covered his eyes.

Zhuang Xiang blinked.

The refreshing wind, and a little wine that drifts with the wind, has a sense of leisure and comfort.

Xiang Ran's tone was ordinary, and he said softly: "It's nothing. Go, don't keep your friend waiting."

Zhuang Xiang wondered: "Why don't you let me see you."

Xiang Ran laughed: "Well, maybe you can guess."

"Hey, did you say something shameful?"

"Guess right." Xiang Ran replied honestly, removed the hand covering his eyes, and poked his side face.Zhuang Xiang's world regained a little visibility, and Xiang Ran's eyes were smiling when he raised his eyes, "But there is no reward."

Zhuang Xiang was unceremonious: "If there are any rewards such as thermos bottles or health preservation books, it would be better not to have them at all."

In addition to giving bracelets thoughtfully, old ladies will also give such practical things as gifts.

But Zhuang Xiang couldn't understand it.In his opinion, it would be better to give him a chicken wishbone than giving these.

Xiang Ran laughed.

Zhuang wanted to talk nonsense with him for a while, then waved his hand: "Let's go."

Xiang Ran smiled and nodded, standing behind and watching his back.

It wasn't until Zhuang Xiang's back completely disappeared that the smile on his face slowly faded away.

The darkness concealed his obscure expression.

Shouldn't have said it.That's not what Zhuang wants to hear now.

If the barrier is broken, even the ties of friends or relatives are destroyed, it is only natural to stand by his side in what capacity in the future.

Even so, knowingly so.

When he found out that Zhuang Xiang didn't hear anything, he was relieved but still felt a strong sense of loss and depression enveloped him.

That's weird.

I dare not say it, but I want him to know.

Want him to know, but dare not say.

Zhuang Xiang went to the styling room.

It was also in this place that he dyed his hair last time, and it seems that he is familiar with it.After arriving at the place, he found that the corridor outside the modeling room was crowded with the noise overflowing from inside—there seemed to be a lot of people.

This is not surprising.

The second male is over, and many contestants have a new look to say goodbye to the stage or show their ideas.

Zhuang wanted to open the door and go in, but there was a lot of people inside, and the few stylists were almost dizzy with their work, complaining loudly that it was unreasonable not to raise their wages.

Looking at it again, it was full of thirty or forty people, and the small space was as crowded as an early morning bus or canned fish.But even though it was so crowded, Zhuang Xiang still saw Song Yichen at a glance.

Not that he shines.

...is his hair.

Zhuang thought: =_=?

Why is this different from what he imagined! !

He... didn't know how to evaluate for a while.

Zhuang Xiang was in a daze at the door.And Luo Mingyuan, who was queuing up on one side of the sofa and was bored enough to pick his fingers, saw him, and immediately shouted: "Hey, brother!"

Zhuang wanted to walk over in response, his gaze still hovering over Song Yichen's head reluctantly.

Seeing that he seemed to like it very much, Luo Mingyuan couldn't help but feel horrified: "You wouldn't..."

Zhuang Xiang shook his head again and again: "No, no, I didn't, I didn't."

He just sadly found out that there is a generation gap between him and his only confidant qwq

"Oh." Luo Mingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems that my brother is not as hopeless as Xiao Song."

Zhuang Xiang was embarrassed: "Haha."

The other contestants who were waiting asked curiously, "What do you think of this color, brother?"

Zhuang Xiang really didn't know how to evaluate it, so he struggled for a while and said, "Very...very eye-catching color."

Someone laughed loudly: "That's right, it's so bright that I'm scared."

Zhuang Xiang laughed: "Afraid? What are you afraid of?"

Opponent: "I'm afraid he will become the brightest star among the contestants."

Luo Mingyuan was deeply convinced: "Maybe you have to shave your head to overwhelm Xiao Song's limelight!! It's too scary."

Zhuang thought: "..."

He actually thought it made sense.

The discussions on their side were in full swing, and several people were noisy to suppress the noise in the entire modeling room. Song Yichen had no choice but to not notice.He turned his head curiously, confirmed that the person in the middle of the crowd was Zhuang Xiang, and began to call his name excitedly.

Zhuang wanted to walk over with kindness.

A well-meaning player on the side helped him find a bench, and Zhuang Xiang sat down next to Song Yichen.

Song Yichen asked: "Do you think it's too bright?"

Zhuang Xiang was surprised: "You also think it's bright?"

He thought Song Yichen liked this tune.

"..." Song Yishen said, "Although, I am not blind."

Zhuang wanted to hold back his laughter and said, "Since you think it's bright, why would you think of dyeing it?"

"Only this color!" Song Yishen complained.

Zhuang wanted to ask: "Don't you want to color?"

"I don't know. I usually do styling for you, and I'm not a professional hair dyer!" The stylist sister who dyed his hair also patted Song Yichen on the shoulder, "And you, blind bb What, it’s not that you insist on dyeing green? I recommend that you don’t even want the same style.”

Song Yichen wronged Bala: "Hmph, if what you give to me is the same as what you give to others, then I'd rather not have it."

Zhuang wanted to hold back his laughter.

Stylist sister:?

"I'll give you a chance to say it again."

Song Yishen said, "That's great. I am me, the unique fireworks."

The stylist laughed.

Zhuang wanted to sit on the side and was very bored. He turned the chair and picked up a fashion magazine to read.He was enjoying it, when suddenly Song Yichen patted him twice.

Zhuang thought: "Huh?"

Song Yichen looked a little excited: "Listen."

What are you listening to?

Zhuang Xiang's doubts were answered before he had time to ask.

The players waiting behind were discussing.

……

"I've heard that too!"

"Haha, the word spring outing sounds like elementary school students going out to play!!"

"Hey, that's not right, did you hear it was a spring outing? I heard it was mountain climbing."

"?! No way, I can still accept the spring outing, but training is a bit scary——"

Zhuang Xiang tilted his head and paused for a while, then asked sincerely: "How do they manage to get the news every time before the election supervisor announces it?"

Could it be that there is an inner ghost?

meditation.

Song Yishen: "Blindly guess what Xu Ziyi said."

Zhuang thought: "?" Why did you say that.

"The crow talks like a god!" Song Yichen raised his arms and shouted.

Zhuang wants to laugh.

Good guy, Xiao Xu Fengping was killed.

But as soon as Song Yichen finished speaking, the contestants behind all turned their heads and looked over in shock: "How do you know!!"

Song Yichen was also dumbfounded. He froze for a while, then turned his head to look at Zhuang Xiang with an inscrutable expression on his face: "Look, the metaphysics incident at the base."

Zhuang thought: "..."