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

The melon of the selected song is true or false on the Internet, you have to believe it, and you can't believe it all.The trainees were eager to discuss, but they couldn't lift their spirits in the busy continuous rotation.

After the theme song was recorded, the stage was recorded. The most important thing about a stage with hundreds of people was that they were all together. Lin Chi watched the recording again. If one person made a mistake, he had to start all over again. It took a whole day to record a stage before it was over.There is no rest after the recording, some are recorded after the recording, some are recorded for a two-person interview, and some are dragged to a meeting.

During the recording of the grade reassessment, Lin Chi also announced the benefits of Class A——to be on the cover of a fashion magazine with him, to shoot the inside pages together, and to be interviewed.

This benefit made people jealous, and Cheng Jin was heartbroken while peeling the oranges: "Just a little bit! Just a little bit!"

The faint fragrance of oranges spread in the dormitory, and Song Zhi also threw a piece of orange in his mouth, the juice exploded in his mouth, a bit sour.He had just finished a meeting on magazine shooting, he was so exhausted that he was exhausted, he slumped on the bed and ate oranges numbly, perfunctory Cheng Jin: "Yeah, it was almost there."

"We're going to shoot a formula photo tomorrow and record it tonight. When are you going to shoot the magazine? I'll go, these oranges are so sour!"

"...The day after tomorrow." Song Zhi yawned: "We only have six days left for the week of practice for the team duel."

Cheng Jin ate the oranges: "It's worth it! Don't mention the exposure after the magazine comes out, just the news is enough to attract attention."

Song Zhi thinks about it too, taking advantage of the enthusiasm given by Lin Chi, and posting about the idol training camp on the forum, the few in class A will no longer be ignored.

The sound of pattering rain came from the bathroom, which echoed the drizzle outside the window, and it stopped suddenly without anyone noticing.

Until the dense fog leaked out from the crack of the door, Zhou Xingdang came out from the inside while wiping his hair. Hearing the silence in the dormitory about to speak, he heard Cheng Jin hiss softly.

Zhou Xingdang raised his eyebrows slightly.

Cheng Jin leaned on the table, pointed to the opposite side, and said in a breathy voice, "Ah Zhi fell asleep."

From Zhou Xingdang's perspective, you can only see Song Zhi's legs hanging outside the bed. The LV silk pajamas are sea blue, and the material is too silky to lift up. His slender calves are white, tender and smooth. At first glance, he looks like a pampered young master .

It's time to go to bed, and there shouldn't be too much noise in the dormitory, but he, Young Master Zhou, has never been used to people, and was about to take Cheng Jin's words as air and continue to go his own way, took two steps forward, and suddenly stopped .

Song Zhi was sleeping at an angle, half leaning against the upright pillow, her make-up hadn't been removed, in the half-light, her bean-colored lips were slightly parted, and a half-eaten orange was clutched in her slender white hand , was about to fall from the palm, when a beam of light happened to fall on it, golden, beautiful and vivid.

... This can also fall asleep.

Zhou Xingdang unconsciously lightened his steps, stepped forward, caught the falling orange, and shook his head at Song Zhi's sleeping face.

Cheng Jin asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Too stupid." Zhou Xingdang said to himself.

Song Zhi didn't sleep deeply, and vaguely felt that someone was sitting on his bed, thinking that there were only a few people in the dormitory on the left and right, and he didn't bother to open his eyes. Zhou Xingdang looked at him with pity.

Song Zhi: "?"

He sat up: "what's the matter?"

When he first woke up, his voice was hoarse, which made people feel itchy.

Zhou Xingdang stuffed a piece of orange into his mouth, and said in a blunt tone, "Hurry up and take off your make-up, it's time to get up early tomorrow."

"Oh." Song Zhi got out of bed, lazily dug out the makeup remover from the box, didn't bother to stand up again, just squatted on the spot and wiped the face with a makeup remover cotton, seeing that Zhou Xingdang was still eating oranges, wondering: " Isn't it sour?"

Zhou Xingdang: "It's not sour."

Song Zhi: "...Oh."

What kind of person has a different sense of taste from ordinary people.

"Ah Zhi, you're taking off your makeup too hard!" Cheng Jin, who was leaning against the table and watching a play, suddenly got up, squatted in front of Song Zhi, took the makeup remover, and sprayed it on a cotton pad: "Lift your face."

Song Zhi raised her face obediently.

"Do you want to be gentle and slow so that it's better for your handsome face?" Cheng Jin taught Song Zhi how to remove makeup while thinking about it.

Zhou Xingdang watched the scene expressionlessly, put the last piece of orange in his mouth, and took a bite.

Hold!What a sour orange!

After taking the official photo, Class A was immediately picked up by the car sent by Lin Chi to try on the clothes for the magazine.

When the black Porsche Cayenne drove out of No. [-] High School, the sun was scorching hot, the air-conditioning inside the car was full, and the high temperature outside the car couldn't get in. Song Zhi couldn't help leaning closer to Zhou Xingdang, and Zhou Xingdang glanced at him.

"It's a bit cold." Song Zhi said in a low voice.

Zhou Xingdang glanced at Song Zhi's right hand again, where He Yanying was sitting, and now he was sitting upright because he was too nervous, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead under the air-conditioning, making him look warmer.

But Song Zhi is more dependent on him.

This recognition pleased Zhou Xingdang, he hummed steadily, and sat up straight.

The other two members of class A - Lu Wei and Gu Wei sitting in the back row were also whispering something.

Ever since Lu Weiyu struck up a conversation with Song Zhi and was shut out, Lu Weiyu never spoke to Song Zhi again, and turned to find a new target. He Yanying is not talkative, Zhou Xingdang is too arrogant, and he played well before. They are all downgraded, Gu Wei is the only one who can talk to him now.

Gu Wei also wanted to quickly integrate into Class A, and he would not refuse anyone who came, and the two quickly chatted together.

At this moment, he was secretly laughing that He Yanying had never seen the world, and he was so nervous in a Porsche, just smiling secretly was not enough, and he even said, "Yanying, are you so nervous?"

He Yanying smiled: "It's a little bit."

"Haven't you ever sat in such a luxurious car before?" Gu Wei looked at each other with a smile, "Don't worry, if you make your debut, you will have more opportunities to enjoy yourself in the future!"

"Really?" He Yanying asked.

"That's right." Gu Wei said more and more vigorously, leaning forward and lying on the back of the chair: "Think about it, won't you have money by then? Buy one yourself, it's so cool!"

He Yanying nodded thoughtfully: "Alright. The family really lacks a black Cayenne."

Lu Domain was surprised: "You know this is Cayenne?"

"Huh?" He Yanying touched his nose embarrassedly: "There are other colors at home, so I know."

Lu Domain & Gu Wei: "???"

"But my dad said that the Cayenne's center console is not easy to use, so he rarely drives it." He pursed his lips, hesitated for a while, and then asked Song Zhi: "Is this car expensive?"

Song Zhi knew He Yanying's family background from the perspective of God, and quietly watched him pretend: "Let's go up to a million."

He Yanying heaved a sigh of relief: "Then you don't have to wait for my debut. I haven't spent much pocket money this month, so I can just buy one."

Lu Domain and Gu Wei were dumbfounded.

Song Zhi suppressed a smile: "Take me for a ride."

"Okay." He Yanying blinked at him, with a tacit cunning hidden in his eyes, "But I don't have a driver's license yet. What should I do?"

Song Zhi was teasing: "Are you nineteen this year? Why don't you have a driver's license yet?"

He Yanying said, "There is a driver at home."

"That's no wonder!" Song Zhi spread out her hands, "It's a pity that I just turned eighteen, and I haven't had time to take the exam yet." He poked Zhou Xingdang with his elbow: "Do you have a driver's license?"

Zhou Xingdang did. Just after his birthday, he went to learn a driver's license, took the VIP line, and got his driver's license within a week.

Zhou Xingdang had been listening to the two of them chattering for a long time, but he didn't expect the circle to turn on his head, he gritted his teeth: "You two want me to be a free driver?"

"Is it okay to give the money?"

"...?"

Zhou Xingdang stared at Song Zhi and moved aside, insulting him with money?unacceptable!Let him die of cold!

Lin Chi was really kind to them, and all the clothes he borrowed were the most luxurious and new in season.

Song Zhi picked out a black suit, lined with a white shirt, a bunch of royal blue ties, and the shirt pinned into the suit pants outlined a narrow waistline, he loosened the tie, and looked at the mirror in the fitting mirror to choose a suit behind his back. Zhou Xingsang of clothes.

As if sensing something, Zhou Xingdang turned his face sideways, and his eyes collided abruptly.

Song Zhi asked, "Have you chosen yet?"

There are not many clothes, several of them have been tried by Gu Wei and Lu Domain. Zhou Xingdang is disgusted and refuses to touch them. Now he is holding a wine red suit and hesitating because he can't find a suitable inner layer.

Song Zhi walked over while untying his tie: "Would you like to try on my shirt?"

Zhou Xingdang didn't speak.

"What?" Song Zhi smiled weakly: "Are you afraid that you will be uglier than me?"

"Who's scared?" Sure enough, Zhou Xingdang said, "Take it off now and let me try it!"

Song Zhi tilted her head without changing her expression: "The fitting room."

The shirt that had been pasted with Song Zhi's body temperature felt a bit scorching on his wrist. Zhou Xingdang watched the curtain of the fitting room in front of him move slightly, Song Zhi's figure loomed, and his tone was casual: "There is no one next door, you go to the next door to try."

After being dazed for a while, Zhou Xingdang let out a muffled oh.

The lighting in the fitting room was ambiguous, and the state of the person was well illuminated in the dimness. Zhou Xingdang did not button the first button of his shirt, revealing his slender and beautiful collarbone.

The curtain of the fitting room next to it was pulled open, it should be Song Zhi who came out after changing clothes.

Knocked on the wall on his side: "How is it? Is it suitable?"

Zhou Xingdang didn't speak, he looked at himself in the full-length mirror absently, his chin lifted slightly, his unruly attitude faded away, and his upper eyelids were well-behaved.

He thought of the moment when the curtain was raised just now, the warm yellow light from above enveloped Song Zhi, making that inch of skin smooth like the misty moonlight.

His throat moved slightly.

Song Zhi's waist is really thin.he thinks.