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

Song Zhi thought to himself that Zhou Xingdang would really be able to climb up the ladder. When he just woke up, his toes touched his legs through his trousers, which was called taking advantage, but now it is also called taking advantage of Zhou Xingdang sitting on the toilet fully dressed?

Song Zhi was afraid that Zhou Xingdang would attract someone, so she walked inside, then turned around and closed the door.

The metal clasp turns and locks.

"Why didn't you lock the door when you went to the bathroom?" Before Zhou Xingdang could speak, Song Zhi preemptively struck.

"..." Zhou Xingdang choked for a moment, and countered, "You came in even though you saw someone inside?"

The toilet cubicle was small, and it was a little cramped for two big men to squeeze in. Song Zhi leaned against the door, folded her arms and squinted her eyes to look at Zhou Xingdang.

From the tips of the hair to the bridge of the nose, from thin lips to Adam's apple.

...fucking good looking.

Song Zhi pressed the tip of her tongue against the roof of her jaw, thinking about which one is the most feasible for the current Zhou Xingdang, the hard one or the soft one.

According to what Zhou Xingdang said, he felt a little emotional the first time he saw Song Zhi.However, the two companies did not deal with each other, which completely eliminated the possibility of him and Song Zhi getting along peacefully, so he chose the most stupid way to attract Song Zhi's attention.

If you can't be a teammate, then be an opponent.

Childish, yet cute.

That should be soft.

Song Zhi thought, after all, he is now ten years older than Zhou Xingdang, so he should be allowed to not be as knowledgeable as him.

"Is there nothing to say?" Zhou Xingdang thought that Song Zhi was stunned into aphasia by himself, and spun the phone in a circle in his palm complacently, his face turned cold again: "Why don't you go out soon?"

Song Zhi's face remained unchanged: "The program team stipulates that it is not allowed to keep mobile phones privately."

"What? You want to report me?" Zhou Xingdang pressed the power button: "Then you go."

"I won't report you." Song Zhi said.

"Huh?" Zhou Xingdang raised his head unexpectedly, and thought that with the relationship between the two companies, Song Zhi not only had to report him, but also had to race against time to report him to make sense, so why not report him?Zhou Xingdang was vigilant: "What do you want to do?"

Song Zhi smiled, and stretched out her hand: "You have to lend me your phone."

"What if I don't borrow it?"

"Then I'll report you." Song Zhi shrugged indifferently, but then changed the topic: "But you are so handsome, and we are so destined to be in the same dormitory, so you should lend it to me, right? "

After speaking, he blinked.

He knew that this would be very damaging to Zhou Xingdang.

Sure enough, Zhou Xingdang was so innocent, and he hadn't learned the adult's ability to hide his emotions, his ears turned red when he was slightly touched by the person he liked, and his eyes flustered for a moment: "You, you don't talk so sweetly here! "

"I'm telling the truth."

"Are you worried about the company?" Song Zhi bent down, put her hands on her knees, her eyes were on the same level as Zhou Xingdang, and her tone was soft like a child trafficker: "If you are worried, then it is..."

"Who the hell cares about the company?" Zhou Xingdang interrupted him, stood up abruptly, and threw the phone into his arms, "Just use it, there's so much bullshit. Get out of the way!"

Song Zhi stepped aside.

The space was too small, and he didn't make room for it. Instead, he seemed to be drilling into Zhou Xingdang's arms.

Zhou Xingdang's body froze, he subconsciously licked his lips, raised his hand stiffly, reached out from Song Zhi's waist, opened the lock, and lowered his eyes.

He is taller than Song Zhi. When Song Zhi looked up at him, her long eyelashes lifted up the dim light, her upper eyelids were innocent, her black hair just blown on her stomach lay softly on her stomach, she looked very young, and her face was calm. Accept his angry stare.

"Let, open." Zhou Xingdang squeezed out two words from between his teeth.

"The space here is so small, where should I let it go?" Song Zhi didn't move, but instead passed the phone in front of him: "Fingerprint." After thinking about it, he suggested: "Why don't you record my fingerprints?"

Zhou Xingdang looked at him speechlessly: "...don't go too far!"

Song Zhi: "Huh?"

Where is it too much?Will this mobile phone become the joint property of him and Zhou Xingdang from now on?

"..." Zhou Xingdang stretched out his hand, unlocked it, and insisted on leaving a sentence "Put it back when you're done using it" before pushing the door open and leaving.

The door panel dangled back and forth behind Song Zhi's back, deeply expressing how upset Zhou Xingdang was.

Song Zhi lowered her head and smiled.

Each dormitory has its own toilet, and the public toilets are only used in emergencies.After Zhou Xingdang left, Song Zhi was left alone.He closed the stall door again and sat on the toilet.

Open the dialer interface.

Enter the numbers you know by heart one by one.

His palms were sweating nervously, and his heart was beating uncontrollably.Song Zhi took a deep breath, and dialed the number with trembling fingers.

He didn't make him wait long before he answered the phone: "Hello? Hello."

A familiar voice rushed towards his face following the memory, Song Zhi opened his mouth, but was choked up and couldn't say a word, until he noticed something hesitantly called out his nickname, then he whispered: "... …mom."

"Who is it?" Song Zhi heard his father's voice, deep and powerful: "Song Zhi?"

Song Zhi couldn't hold back any longer, tears streaming down her face: "Dad..."

"Mr. Cheng, did your son take the wrong medicine?" President Song just fell asleep, he turned on the wall lamp, and looked at his wife as if he had seen a ghost: "Or am I dreaming?"

Cheng Shu pushed him: "You just took the wrong medicine." When talking to Song Zhi, he softened his tone again: "What's wrong with Ah Zhi? Didn't you join the program group today? Did someone bully you?"

Song Zhi selectively ignored his father's corrective speech, and wiped away tears: "No. It's just...just missing you."

"Farewell." Song Qingrong spoke again: "Before you left, did you say harshly that you would sever ties with the Song family? You also said that you would never go home unless you made a name for yourself, and you would not ask for a penny from the family. You said that?" right?"

Song Zhi: "..."

His father is really a stumbling block on his road to sensationalism.

Being interrupted like this, Song Zhi's turbulent mood calmed down a bit.In the evening, the Election Management Committee patrolled the night, and his father would hang up the phone at some point, so he had to make a long story short.

"Dad, Mom, I don't have much time, you have to listen carefully to what I say next."

"Who are you talking to, boy, are you so impolite?" Mr. Song was very dissatisfied with his tone, and was immediately punished by his wife's slap in the face. He hummed and turned off the microphone.

Song Zhi continued: "Mom, have you been busy with work for a long time and haven't had a physical examination? Give yourself a vacation tomorrow and go for a physical examination."

"what?"

"Dad, I know that you are very capable at work, but you must keep your eyes open. You must be cautious."

"Are you teaching your dad how to do things?"

"And my brother, I remember he is looking for a secretary, right? I'll forget about finding someone, I can't ask anyone with the surname Qian."

Song Zhi knew that it was stupid to reveal the bottom line like this, but he was too scared, even if they thought he was messing around and playing a prank, they would at least take his words to heart.

As long as the seeds are planted in the heart, it will play a role at critical moments.

Cheng Shu said carefully: "A Zhi, you..."

"No," Song Qingrong sat up, "Why do you run away from home and sever ties with your family?"

Song Zhi said sincerely, "Dad, have you ever heard a word?"

"what?"

"The prodigal son will not change his money when he returns."

"..." Mr. Song was silent for two seconds: "Hurry up and hang up, and report him to the program team tomorrow for hiding his cell phone."

"Don't! Don't! Dad, listen to me! If you can't do anything else, please sponsor my show first! A phenomenal hit show! It's worth investing in shares! Dad! Dad! Please!"

"Dududu-"

Song Zhi: "..."

There was really a reason for his rebellion back then.

Song family.

As soon as the phone was hung up, Song Qingrong immediately picked up his mobile phone. Cheng Shu, who was regretting that he didn't talk to his son more, was taken aback: "What are you doing?"

"Contact the program team and get a sponsorship."

"..."

Song Qingrong flicked his hand over the phone, raised his head, and said to his wife seriously: "I think this show should be popular, it has nothing to do with that kid!"

Cheng Shu perfunctory: "Mmmmm."

"real."

"I believe it."

"..."

toilet cubicle.

Song Zhi was hung up and didn't call back. He stared at the wallpaper on his phone for a while, and the wallpaper was Zhou Xingdang's own photo.

On the boundless prairie, Zhou Xingdang was wearing a brown equestrian suit, wearing boots of the same color, leading a horse and standing tall and thin in the sun, looking at the camera with an expressionless face, looking like a flower of a kaolin.

Be cool.

Song Zhi smiled lightly, edited another text message and sent it to Cheng Shu, then re-sealed the phone and hid it in the place that Zhou Xingdang told him in his previous life that he would not be found by the election officials.

The rain outside the window had completely stopped, leaving only the whistling of the wind, making harsh sounds along the cracks of the open windows.

There were still people awake in dormitory 205, and the courtesan Cheng Jin's long legs were dangling in the air, he heard a voice poking his head down from the upper bunk, and expressed his concern to Song Zhi who had only returned from the toilet for a long time: "Is your stomach uncomfortable? "

"A little bit." Song Zhi followed his words and rubbed her belly: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"The nightlife has just begun." Cheng Jin put his chin on the railing and sighed boredly: "Without a mobile phone, there is no soul. I am a soulless person now."

"I still have to learn the theme song tomorrow, so go to sleep." Song Zhi touched the bed by the light from the corridor, and glanced at the upper bunk. Zhou Xingdang remained motionless in the darkness, wondering if he had fallen asleep.

Cheng Jin said: "Yeah, go to bed quickly. Good night."

"Good night." Song Zhi lay down, the sheets were still a little damp, and it was a bit uncomfortable to fall asleep, and the delicate disease relapsed, and she couldn't fall asleep because of tossing and turning.

He knew that some people would look down on it and be soft-hearted, so he waited patiently.

Five minutes later, someone poked his head out from the upper berth, and Zhou Xingdang lowered his voice fiercely: "If you can't sleep, run around, don't disturb other people's sleep!"

Song Zhi: "..."

Boy, you won't have a boyfriend like this.

Cheng Jin burst out laughing: "So you didn't fall asleep. It seems that Wu Xian is the only one in our dormitory who can fall asleep. Listen, you are still snoring."

Zhou Xingdang ignored Cheng Jin, lay down again, and stared at the ceiling for a while, but he didn't hear the sound of Song Zhi turning over again, and his irritability rose instead of diminishing.

Why didn't he turn over?Are you holding back?Why endure?Shouldn't you argue with him at this time?

Two seconds later, Zhou Xingdang stood up again: "Hello!"

Song Zhi gave a muffled hum.

"Is the bed still wet?"

"Ah."

"Can't sleep?"

"It's okay, just warm it up. Don't worry about me."

"Who cares about you!" Zhou Xingdang lay back down again.

Song Zhi looked at the upper bed board, and counted the seconds silently in his heart. When he counted to the fifth second, the bed board moved. After a while, he heard Zhou Xingdang's voice from above his head: "...get on the bed."

Song Zhi climbed onto Zhou Xingdang's bed contentedly.

Zhou Xingdang gave him a seat inside, and leaned his body against the railing as much as possible to avoid physical contact. Song Zhi was used to sleeping with Zhou Xingdang, and lay down carelessly next to Zhou Xingdang, with his long legs on top of the person, closing his eyes. on the eyes.

"Your leg...!" Zhou Xingdang gritted his teeth next to his ear, and unceremoniously threw his leg down: "Be honest!"

The upper bunk had more air-conditioning, and the drier blanket was warmer and more comfortable. Song Zhi was so sleepy that his eyelids twitched, but he just groaned at Zhou Xingdang's protest, and put his legs on it again.

Zhou Xingdang: "..."

Song Zhi would always do some habitual movements in his near-comatose consciousness.For example, if you put yourself in Zhou Xingdang's arms, you can sleep more soundly.

Regardless of Zhou Xingdang's stiff body, his pupils vibrating, countless thoughts kept flashing in his mind, from "he is so casual" to "does he want to seduce me" to "he treats everyone like this", and then from "I hug you like this" From whether others think I'm gay" to "But he smells so good" to "His body is so soft".

Song Zhi had no worries and slept soundly, but Zhou Xingdang hugged him and kept his eyes open until dawn.

Finally, the election officer shouted to get up from outside the door, Song Zhi in his arms moved, his hairy head rubbed against his chest, a wave of heat rose from his chest and went straight to his lower abdomen.

Zhou Xingdang: "!"

He violently pushed Song Zhi away: "Get out of here!"

Song Zhi was sleeping soundly, was suddenly pushed and shoved, sat up in a daze, rubbed his eyes, and remembered that he had returned to No. [-] Middle School after a while.The camera hanging in the corner was flashing red, faithfully recording the scene between him and Zhou Xingdang.

He lowered his eyes and scratched his hair: "Zhou Xingdang."

Zhou Xingdang's tone was very bad: "What are you doing?"

"We are now on a reality show, every minute and every second will be recorded, so stop swearing." Song Zhi raised her head, her voice lazily said, "As an idol, swearing is a disqualification, no one will like you. do you know?"

Zhou Xingdang wanted to say that it's none of my business, whether he likes it or not, but the words turned into: "... oh."

Song Zhi smiled, and patted Zhou Xingdang's head: "You're so good."

After touching it, Song Zhi didn't feel that something was right. He upheld the principle that as long as I'm not embarrassed, it's not me, so he put his hand down naturally, as if he just woke up, and said, "Morning."

With big dark circles under his eyes, Zhou Xingdang said expressionlessly, "Morning."

He covered his lower body with a quilt, and stared blankly at Song Zhi stepping down the ladder. The trousers of his pajamas were pulled up a bit, revealing his thin white ankles, thin and bony, yet clearly alluring.

Zhou Xingdang thought, on purpose, Song Zhi must have done it on purpose.

He's seducing| seducing him!