Male God Transformation Project [Rebirth]

He wiped away the sweat that came out from his nervousness, then turned his head and said to Feng Che, "How about it, isn't it bad?" There was still a trace of complacency in his tone, but it was not arrogant at all.

Before the words finished, Feng Che clapped his hands and said, "Okay, very good!!!"

Really, really good.

Feng Che didn't lie, but he played this song for Alice very well.

"How about... let's play a song together?"

Ling Zimo looked at Feng Che and said, his eyes were full of sincerity.

"Okay." Feng Che originally had the same impulse, but he didn't dare to bring it up lightly, for fear that Ling Zimo would refuse. Now hearing what Ling Zimo said, he felt that it was exactly what I wanted.

The two immediately sat together.

Starting with Feng Che, after a burst of music baptism, the two of them felt a sense of sympathy for each other, and they felt tired, so they put down the piano and went to the living room of Gao Ren's house to rest.

"What do you drink?" Ling Zimo asked Feng Che to sit down first, without treating himself as an outsider at all, the master said on the first day he came, what do you want to drink, what do you want to eat, What to eat, as long as you buy some and put them back after you finish learning, this is what the other party said.

Ling Zimo is not the kind of person who is too poor, so he is naturally not afraid of anything, but he does not know that the master is so fair to everyone, and he also knows Ling Zimo's family, so he said this.

Of course, Feng Che told him all this.

"Juice or tea, thanks."

After Feng Che spoke, he began to wait on the sofa.

Soon, about 3 minutes later, Ling Zimo came over with two glasses of juice, one was orange juice and the other was coffee.

Obviously, the orange juice belonged to Feng Che.

Ling Zimo walked up to Feng Che, pushed the juice to him, and drank it on his own.

Feng Che was not polite either, picked up the juice and opened his mouth.

After taking a sip of the fruit juice, Feng Che asked, "How about it, get used to it here."

"Everything is fine, as if at home." Ling Zimo said.

Feng Che looked at the juice in his hand and laughed, "It's really like home."

Ling Zimo blushed and said, "I'll buy these again."

"Pfft... I know." Feng Che obviously knew how Ling Zimo's master behaved, so he wasn't surprised. He just smiled lightly and didn't say much.

The two slowly chatted about some topics like this until Ling Zimo fell asleep.

Ling Zimo has been under too much pressure these days. Since he participated in the concert, people have been trying to persuade him.

Even his closest relatives had no hope for him, all this made Feng Che very distressed now, and because of this, even when he was asleep, Ling Zimo's brows were still frowning.

Feng Che looked at Ling Zimo and the frown on his face, and sighed faintly.

Feng Che walked out of the living room slowly, then went to a certain room and took out a blanket, and gently covered Ling Zimo's body.

Perhaps Ling Zimo felt the warmth, and his frowning brows relaxed a lot.

Feng Che sat beside Ling Zimo, looking at him helplessly.

These days, he has really endured too much. If it wasn't for this competition, where would Ling Zimo have to encounter so many troubles?

"Hey..." Feng Che sighed softly, and said, "Little Mo, I've suffered a lot..."

When he said these words, Feng Che's eyes showed a tenderness like water that he had never noticed before, soft like winter sunshine.

After this sleep, Ling Zimo didn't wake up until the afternoon.

As soon as he woke up, he went to practice the piano.

At this time, Feng Che fell asleep in a certain bedroom, and he was awakened as soon as he heard the sound of the piano.

Feng Che originally thought that an expert had returned, but unexpectedly, when he got downstairs, he saw Ling Zimo practicing.

Ling Zimo also saw him, nodded lightly, and started practicing again.

This practice lasted until about five o'clock.

Feng Che never left, and the expert never came back.

It seems that they want to give these two guys a two-person world.

After the practice, Ling Zimo dragged his exhausted body to the home.

Feng Che chased him up from behind, and said to him, "How about I take you home?"

Ling Zimo thought for a while and nodded.

Feng Che took Ling Zimo into the underground garage, ready to drive Ling Zimo home.

Feng Che waited until Ling Zimo sat in the passenger seat, then bent down and fastened Feng Che's seat belt.

The bodies of the two are very close, even within a dozen centimeters, they will be close to each other.

Turning around awkwardly, Ling Zimo doesn't know why Feng Che treats him like this, comforting himself, maybe it's just a habit of Feng Che, maybe he treats everyone like this...

Ling Zimo was thinking wildly, but he also heard Ling Yun's "tsk tsk tsk" smacking his lips in his mind, with a hint of ridicule.

"Why?" Ling Zimo rolled his eyes slightly and asked Ling Yun.

Ling Yun said directly without thinking: "It's nothing... I just have a dry mouth and smack my lips, can't I?"

"(ˉ▽￣～)Cut~~You still have dry mouth?" Ling Zimo retorted in disbelief.

Ling Yun didn't care whether he believed it or not, and said to himself: "Do you believe it or not... Anyway, that's what I said. If you don't believe it, I can't help it, right?"

"Yes yes yes... as long as you are happy (︿)" Ling Zimo frowned, and did not intend to quarrel with Ling Yun too much.

One person, one system talking, Ling Zimo felt that his upper and lower eyelids began to fight, and the feeling of drowsiness began to impact his senses.

After a while, Ling Zimo fell asleep directly, and Ling Yun didn't wake him up again.

Feng Che, who had been driving the whole time, turned his head and looked at the sleeping Ling Zimo, his heart moved.

Since when did his feelings for the man in front of him take root in his heart, then when will it grow into a towering tree?

Time is like rushing water.

In the blink of an eye, I don't know how much has passed.

In the evening, at Ling Zimo's house, Ling Zimo's family was having dinner.

Suddenly, Ling Hua turned his head and asked him, "How is your practice today?" This question was obviously addressed to Ling Zimo.

Ling Zimo paused for a second or two, then began to pick rice into his mouth, and said as he ate, "It's okay."

Seeing him like this, Xiao Jingcui hurriedly said: "Eat slowly, eat slowly, don't choke," she said while picking up vegetables for Ling Zimo. Seeing Ling Zimo like this, her heart ached.

Of course she didn't know why Ling Zimo was like this, she thought it was because Ling Zimo had worked too hard.

Unexpectedly, Ling Zimo actually became like this because of their conversation.

Ever since hearing their conversation and the distrust revealed in their conversation, Ling Zimo felt cold in this center.

Ling Zimo was still eating on his own.

Everyone asked about Ling Zimo's situation one by one. Whether it was false or false, Ling Zimo responded with a nod, which made them quite helpless.

After picking up the rice in the bowl, Ling Zimo put the bowl on the table and said, "I'm full." Then he hurried back to the bedroom.

"Ling Zimo..." The voice in his mind sounded again, and Ling Zimo rubbed his eyes. To be honest, when he heard Ling Yun's voice, he was happier than hearing his own family's voice.

Not to mention anything else, but Ling Yun is sincere to himself every time, and even if it is ridiculing or teasing himself, at least it is sincere...

"I'm here." A simple sentence, but Ling Zimo struggled to say it as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Ling Yun sighed, and said: "Hey... don't be sad, it will be fine after this period of time."

"I know..." Ling Zimo lay on the bed, recalling his hard work and sweat during the recent period, and couldn't help but feel a little helpless: "I think I have worked very hard, but why do they seem to be unable to see it?" Woolen cloth?!"

"They really can't see it... You are not practicing at home or something..." Before Ling Yun finished speaking, he was frightened by Ling Zimo's eyes as if he was going to kill someone, so he quickly shut up.

Ling Zimo was very sad. What he was sad about was not his piano skills, let alone the winning or losing of this concert. What Ling Zimo was sad about was that his family did not trust him, and even said that no one trusted him at all.

I believe everyone is waiting to see the joke, maybe, when he goes to express his participation in the concert, there will be one.

His heart is cold, and this is his only thought.

Before he knew it, Ling Zimo fell into sleep, and he hid back in his dream with the flow.

But in Ling Hua's room at this time, Ling Hua and Xiao Jingcui were worrying about their son.

"Is Xiaomo too tired?" Xiao Jingcui said with a broken face, thinking of Ling Zimo's appearance at night, her heart couldn't help twitching.

"No, Xiao Mo is not so hypocritical, no matter what, he is the son of my Ling family, so he won't be so fragile." On the other side, Ling Hua said with a sullen face.

I hope so, Xiao Jingcui and Ling Hua thought at the same time, although they were both a little worried, but at this moment neither of them would say it out loud.

Xiao Jingcui paused for a moment, then continued: "Honey, tell me, is it right or wrong for us to distrust Xiaomo so much?"

"But we can't blindly give him too much confidence..." Ling Hua was also a little embarrassed, this matter is really difficult.

Ling Zimo doesn't have much strength, this is something that everyone in their family knows, and at this time, they should support it unconditionally.Or to persuade him to give up has become the ultimate goal of entanglement.

After thinking about it, the room also turned into a black world.

This was the case for the Ling family, who entered the dream with all their doubts, but they didn't know if they would meet the crying Ling Zimo in a certain corner.