I was reborn after being confessed by my nemesis [entertainment circle]

Song Zhi died in spring.

There was a lot of rain that spring, pattering, lingering and contemptuous.

Xu had a hunch that Song Zhi got up early that morning.When they went downstairs, they found the goldfish in the fish tank turned upside down, floating miserably with the water. Song Zhi took a sip of Coca-Cola, knocked on the fish tank, and said to Zhou Xingdang, "When I die, remember to collect my body as soon as possible."

Across the bar, Zhou Xingdang was busy making breakfast in the kitchen, and he had already desensitized to his talking about death: "You are free to talk nonsense, why don't you come and fight."

"I beg you not to order terminally ill patients, okay?" Song Zhi remained motionless, being served by Zhou Xingdang calmly, and when it was over, she whispered, "You said you have so many fans, if they know that the great movie star Zhou Xingdang is giving you an [-]th line How uncomfortable is it to be a babysitter?"

Zhou Xingdang didn't answer, but only looked up at him. The dark blue home clothes set off his brows and eyes, which made Song Zhi feel dazed for a while, thinking that Zhou Xingdang was so pretty, so pretty that people wanted to bully him.

Song Zhi was so upset that he had nowhere to turn, and continued to run on Zhou Xingdang: "Ten years ago when we two were at odds with each other on the talent show, fighting for the spotlight and wishing to send each other to the funeral, did you think about today?"

"I've thought about it." Zhou Xingdang turned around, pulled the Coke out of Song Zhi's hand, and stuffed him with a glass of boiled water: "I was so eager to serve you, I'd better serve you on the bed."

Zhou Xingdang felt ashamed and Song Zhi really couldn't bear it anymore, blushed, drank the boiled water, and went to bury the goldfish.

Zhou Xingdang is rich, and has a villa in a high-end residential area in the urban area. The winter jasmine flowers in the garden are blooming brightly. When Song Zhi passed by, he grabbed a branch, and the bright yellow flowers twirled briskly between his fingers.

Zhou Xingdang likes him.

Song Zhi only found out about this after she was diagnosed with a terminal illness.

At that time, the doctor calmly told him that the probability of success of the operation was only 5.00%, and he could go back and discuss with his family whether he should do it or not.He sat blankly on the hard bench, thinking, how can I have family members to discuss with?

Song Zhi's life in the past 28 years has been miserable, her career has failed miserably, she has been framed, her reputation has been completely ruined, her family property has been completely ruined, her father and elder brother have been imprisoned for bribery, and her mother has a cerebral hemorrhage and is still lying in the ICU.Some time ago, I accidentally learned that my father and elder brother were framed and were collecting evidence. God made this joke with him again.

Song Zhi stayed for a while, then asked the doctor, "How long can I live?"

The doctor said, "We can't predict this with you."

"Okay." Song Zhi didn't make things difficult for the doctor, he smiled, "I will decide on my own, I won't have surgery."

He knew that he looked good when he smiled, even if he lost his youthful spirit, the free and easy spirit in his bones could make this smile bright without any reluctance. Under the surprised eyes of the doctor, he left the hospital.

Zhou Xingdang came to the door that night.

Zhou Xingdang and him are concurrent trainees of the talent show "Idol Training Camp", and they have disliked each other since the first rating of their solo collision.

Song Zhi felt that Zhou Xingdang was very annoying, and had to compete with him for everything in the show. She was in the same group as him in three of the four performances, competed with him for the C position, and competed with him for the captain's position. , Even living in the same dormitory has to compete with him for upper and lower bunks.

He was so annoyed that Zhou Xingdang, who had just been added not long ago, was blocked after the finals.

In the finals, Song Zhika ranked eighth and missed his debut, while Zhou Xingdang made his debut at No.2, and the two had almost no interaction.

So Song Zhi felt very baffled by his appearance and his overzealous concern.He had a bad reputation, and out of the principle that people who are about to die do good things, they didn't want to have too much involvement with Zhou Xingdang, so they politely asked him to leave, but his body didn't live up to it, and his blood surged in an instant, and he passed out directly.

When I woke up, I was wandering around Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xingdang hired the most professional medical team for him, and was afraid that he would run away, so he wrapped a chain around his ankle, one after another, and made him laugh angrily: "Zhou Xingdang, although it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, we compete You don’t have to remember what happened back then, do you?”

Zhou Xingdang looked at him without speaking.

Song Zhi was a dying person, so she was naturally fearless. She raised her long leg and put her foot on Zhou Xingdang's shoulder: "Okay, I bullied you before, I was wrong, I admit it. I beg the big star to let you go!" me."

Zhou Xingdang grabbed his ankle, rubbed his fingertips on the delicate skin, and the skin became hot. Song Zhi finally saw that something was wrong, and wanted to shrink his feet, but Zhou Xingdang held him tightly.

Then, Zhou Xingdang turned his face sideways, his lips fell on the protruding bone of his ankle, and said calmly, "Song Zhi, I like you."

Song Zhi's first reaction was that Zhou Xing went crazy.

It's so absurd, he has experienced so much absurdity in his life, and it's not as absurd as Zhou Xingdang, who he dislikes from head to toe, confessed to him.

So he was stunned for a while, then became annoyed immediately, and scolded Zhou Xingdang: "You must be fucking sick! Let me go!"

Zhou Xingdang said seriously: "I'm not sick, I just like you."

Zhou Xingdang's secret love was long and sad, and together with his illness, he rushed towards Song Zhi violently.

Zhou Xingdang kissed him, and when he was struggling, the chains on his feet jingled, his lips and teeth were broken in the collision, and the smell of blood was like Zhou Xingdang's suppressed desire for too many years | rampant in his mouth.

The kiss was heavy, like biting, he bit back unwillingly, deprived of the thin air, he always felt that he would drown in Zhou Xingdang's love before dying of terminal illness.

While breathing intertwined, he tasted the ultimate pleasure again in the hallucination of dying.

Let it be, Song Zhi thought, his life has been miserable enough, fuck the morality, fuck the bottom line principle, Zhou Xingdang is sick, and he is also sick, so it's not a good idea to send it to your door!

... The result of having enough fun is that his back hurts.

Song Zhi supported her waist and squatted down, secretly scolding Zhou Xing for being a beast, and buried the goldfish at the feet of the winter jasmine, patting the soil with a small shovel, and when she stood up, the raindrops fell on it like beads with a broken string.He couldn't help coughing twice, the cough caused dizziness, and he managed to suppress the nausea, but his vision blurred.

The thing in his head oppressed the optic nerve, and the sea of ​​flowers turned into a double image in front of his eyes. He simply closed his eyes and walked to the corridor from memory, and sat on the rocking chair.

After a while, there were footsteps, and then a blanket was put on his body.

The faint, clear scent that belonged to Zhou Xingdang surrounded him, and with the spring drizzle, Song Zhi's eyelashes trembled, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Rainy day, no sun.

Song Zhi, however, in a painful trance, saw the sun clearly through the dark clouds, bright and blazing, burning in his youth.

The world hasn't woken up yet, he woke up before the world, and fell asleep before the world.

"...Hello." His lips moved in a low voice.

Zhou Xingdang was very close: "Huh?"

"The matter of my father and my brother...may be left to you."

"...Song Zhi!?" Zhou Xingdang stood up.

"Thank you." Song Zhi smiled, his voice so soft that he could float, he endured the pain, thinking of the goldfish buried under the winter jasmine, his fingertips clutched the corner of the blanket, as if grasping some hope, His tone suddenly became lighter again: "My life will end here."

There are still many things that have not been done, and many things that I want to regret, but it is too late.

"...It would be nice if there was another life."

If there is a next life, if we can do it all over again... Song Zhi slowly closed his eyes, his heart ached with regret and annoyance. At the last second of being plunged into darkness, he heard Zhou Xingdang calling his name, and only remembered one thing. Also very important.

If you start over again, stop arguing with Zhou Xingdang, work hard, and try to like Zhou Xingdang a little bit.

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"I didn't say it, Song Zhi, your singing is really terrible."

In the long silence and darkness, the voice that didn't deliberately restrain its tone sounded domineering, mixed with the crackling rain and penetrated into Song Zhi's ear.

He turned over impatiently, with the soles of his feet on the railing at the end of the bed, thinking, What the hell, Zhou Xing is a scumbag, who praises him on the bed for his good singing, turns his face when he gets out of bed, and refuses to admit that he sings badly?

Fuck off, let's leave today... Wait!

Song Zhi moved her foot against the railing, belatedly realizing that something was wrong.

You can touch the railing as soon as you stretch your legs. The obviously cramped space is obviously not the oversized double bed in Zhou Xingdang's bedroom.

Where is he?Do...dream?

... Isn't he dead?

Holding a certain kind of uncertain fear, Song Zhi didn't dare to open his eyes for a while, his feet slid across the railing, and soon ended up hanging straight on the edge of the bed.

The toe touched someone's pants, the fabric was soft, Song Zhi couldn't help rubbing against it.

"You pervert!" The owner of the trousers——Zhou Xingdang jumped away like an electric shock, regardless of the recording function of the camera, he couldn't wait to tell the world that Song Zhi molested him: "You shit where?!"

Song Zhi was stunned for a moment.

Where is he?Didn't he just rub his legs through his pants?Why didn't Zhou Xingdang be so masculine when he pressed him on the bed and rubbed around?

Song Zhi opened his eyes, never thought that there was a handsome face in front of him, he was startled, and when he saw who it was, his pupils dilated slightly: "Ji Yuan?"

Ji Yuan, together with Song Zhi, is a trainee of Chunlan Entertainment, and was sent by the company to participate in the draft together.

Song Zhi murmured: "...Why are you here?"

"Ah?" Ji Yuan had just finished taking a shower, his bangs were wet, revealing pure deer eyes: "I heard that you were not feeling well after the initial evaluation, so I came to see you before turning off the lights."

Initial rating?

Song Zhi's mind was buzzing, running quickly in a daze, and he looked over Ji Yuan's shoulder at Zhou Xingdang——

Zhou Xingdang wore a pink short-sleeved shirt. His skin was already good. The pink and tender color was worn on his body, and his bright and fair face was like soft glutinous rice cakes.The round sticker of the preliminary rating is pasted on the left chest, showing everyone that he is an outstanding class A trainee in a flamboyant and proud manner.

As if suddenly realizing something, Song Zhi sat up abruptly, her lips trembling: "What year is it now?"

Ji Yuan blinked: "2017."

The heart hidden in his chest beat violently, loudly and uneasily amplifying Song Zhi's uncertain thoughts, he ignored Ji Yuan and Zhou Xingdang's astonishment, got off the bed barefoot, and ran to the window.

In the midsummer of August [-], Sioux City was composed of heavy rains one after another, continuous and thunderous, piercing the sky.

There were lights on in the training building not far away, but it was hard to see clearly in the heavy rain, and there were vague figures shaking.

"Ah Zhi, what's the matter with you?" Ji Yuan asked behind him.

"Yeah, why are you crazy?" Zhou Xingdang pretended to see what was not pleasing to his eyes, and cared fiercely, and asked after Ji Yuan, looking as impatient as he wanted: "You're having a nightmare." ?”

Song Zhi ignored them, he opened the window, and the fresh summer air penetrated into his chest in an instant, and the strong wind and torrential rain also rushed in, making the curtains rattle.

"Ah Zhi! Bed! Bed!"

"I | Fuck Song Zhi, you are fucking crazy!"

In the midst of the chaos, Song Zhi closed his eyes, let the raindrops hit his face hard, and smiled with relief.

He was reborn.

He's back in 2017.

This summer, he just came to participate in the "Idol Training Camp". He has just finished the preliminary rating. He is still the carefree young master of the Song family. He is in good health, can run and dance, and is full of vigor.Nothing has happened yet, everything has just begun.There is hope for everything.

The election manager came after hearing the news, and when he knocked on the door of the dormitory, the window was already closed. Zhou Xingdang casually pulled a towel and threw it into Song Zhi's arms, subconsciously blocking him behind him, feeling so annoyed at Song Zhi's crazy behavior in his heart However, Song Zhi suddenly tugged at the corner of his clothes.

Zhou Xingdang was startled slightly, and turned his face sideways.

Song Zhi smiled at him.

Zhou Xingdang: "?"

...Smiling so beautifully, do you want him to take the blame?

Song Zhi asked, "You think my singing is ugly?"

Zhou Xingdang frowned: "Yes."

Song Zhi: "I don't believe it."

Zhou Xingdang: "???"