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

The snow fell on the way to the rehearsal at the venue.

The sky was very gloomy, the dark clouds were so heavy that the wind couldn't blow them away, the temperature dropped below zero, and the thin rain condensed into snowflakes, which rotated lightly in the air and fell slowly.

Under the light of the car lights, the snow was falling and getting bigger and bigger.

Wu Xiansheng lived in the south, had never seen snow before, and saw it in a novel way. He stuck his whole face on the car window and looked out, exclaiming from time to time: "It's so beautiful!"

Xie Mengyu was disgusted: "I really want to take a picture and show it to your fans."

"You don't understand at all!" Although Jiang Yi has seen snow before, the snow in the south is different from that in the north. The south is mostly wet and cold. The snow comes slowly and goes quickly, and even snowmen cannot be built.

He has the burden of being an idol, and he didn't stick to the car window like Wu Xian, but his heart has already flown outside.

Wu Xian suggested: "How about going to play in the snow after the rehearsal?"

"No." The staff vetoed it straight away, "Tomorrow is going to be a performance, what if I get sick?"

Wu Xian let out a sigh of disappointment.

Xie Mengyu, Zhou Xingdang, and He Yanying are all from the local area, and Ji Yuan's family is also from the north, so they are all familiar with Xue.The only three southerners both eagerly want to play in the snow, and the remaining one who is indifferent is very different.

Ji Yuan asked: "A Zhi, do you want to play in the snow?"

"Huh?" Song Zhi responded vaguely, her sleepy mind was dull, and she didn't realize what Ji Yuan asked: "What's wrong?"

The staff worried: "Did you not sleep well last night?"

Song Zhi yawned, his mind gradually cleared up, he glanced at Zhou Xingdang, and hummed: "The air conditioner is too stuffy."

"I'll ask the hotel to equip each of your rooms with a humidifier at night." The staff member said, "There's a performance tomorrow, so don't lose the chain."

Song Zhi nodded.

Although the place where I live is not far from the venue, I couldn’t keep up with the rush hour, so I stopped and drove, and the 10-minute drive turned into an hour.

Wu Xianjiang had a friendly debate with Xie Meng Yujiyuan on the difference between the north and the south, and the quarrel in the carriage made his head ache, so Song Zhi simply leaned on Zhou Xingdang's shoulder and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

"You haven't told me yet, why did you sleep on the bay window?" Zhou Xingdang turned his face and asked in his ear.

Again.

Song Zhi was speechless, Zhou Xingdang woke up before him this morning, and found that he was not on the bed, then ran to the bathroom to look for someone, but if he couldn't find him, he was ready to call the police, and he didn't expect to open the curtains to have a look.

He was still woken up, and stretched out a hand from the curtain: "...I am here."

Zhou Xingdang ran over, hugged him in his arms, and was sad when it was over: "Did you feel wronged by sleeping in the same bed with me? Is that why you are so unhappy? Would you rather come here and sleep by the window than sleep with me?"

Song Zhi believed that if this was a dialog box, Zhou Xingdang would have bombarded him with countless crying emojis.

"Hey——" Zhou Xingdang shook his shoulders, and tilted Song Zhi's head: "Did I grab your quilt?"

Song Zhi couldn't bear it anymore, and made up a random reason: "I saw that the weather forecast said it would snow, and I wanted to wait for the snow to come, but fell asleep."

Wu Xian immediately interrupted the conversation: "Let me just say it! There is no southerner who doesn't like to watch snow!"

Song Zhi was perfunctory: "Yeah."

"So that's how it is," Zhou Xingdang looked very deceitful, and felt relieved: "After the game is over, you can come to live at my house, and you can watch the snow all winter."

Xie Mengyu also kindly invited: "Come to my house, come to my house! My house is very close to Zhou Xingdang's house."

He Yanying: "...Well, my family can do it too."

Song Zhi responded: "Okay, I'll go to Yan Ying's house every three to five, and Xie Mengyu's house on two to four six, Sunday..." She glanced at Zhou Xingdang teasingly: "I'll go to your house on Sunday."

Zhou Xingdang's tone was dangerous: "Only Sunday?"

Song Zhi: "Hmm."

I thought that Zhou Xingdang would turn into anger and push him away in the next second, but Zhou Xingdang was only silent for two seconds before opening his mouth: "Xie Mengyu has a lot of family members, especially children, who are so noisy."

Xie Mengyu: "?"

Song Zhi raised her eyebrows slightly: "So?"

"That's why you can't go to his house on February [-]th." Zhou Xingdang finished making arrangements for Xie Mengyu, and then turned his attention to He Yanying, "He Yanying's house..."

Uh, I don't understand this, and I'm in front of people, so I can't spread rumors, right?

While struggling, He Yanying said, "I live alone, I have a cat at home, there is a lot of food in the refrigerator, the heating is always on, and the part-time workers come to cook three meals a day, the Internet speed is very fast, and there are all comics and novels."

Song Zhi's eyes lit up, and she sat up straight: "Heaven!"

Ji Yuan: "I'm going to live with you!"

Wu Xian hammered his chest with his fist, and greeted him with congratulatory words: "Good brother! We must go home!"

Jiang Yi: "I can make the floor."

Xie Mengyu: "Actually, I also..."

Zhou Xingdang grabbed his collar: "Isn't your family from Beijing? What about you?"

Xie Mengyu: "You also said that my children are too noisy to die, why don't I find a paradise and lie paralyzed?! Yan Ying, if you are a brother, take me in!"

Zhou Xingdang: "Then me too!"

He Yanying: "..."

He turned his face out of the window silently, watching the snow falling like catkins, he said: "But I don't like excitement."

The organizer of the fashion festival is rich and powerful, and directly hired all the makeup artists in the two makeup studios.Their stage this time is based on the trainees of the idol training camp, so the costumes are the official photo uniforms.

The rehearsal is carried out in the order of performance, and they just arrive at the other side after putting on makeup.

Although it is a skewer of two songs, half of each song is only three and a half minutes.After three or four rehearsals, I communicated with the cameraman to move the camera, and finally went through it again before bowing to the staff and leaving the venue under the leadership of Zhou Xingdang.

Zhanjie, who had a network of people who came to watch the rehearsal, quickly posted a picture.

@爱豆车团全委姐姐: |Fashion Festival rehearsal|It’s over, the scene is full of mics, it’s great, looking forward to tomorrow’s stage!

There are collective pictures, single pictures, and double pictures.This time the choreography was beautifully done, with moon lanterns hanging in mid-air, Song Zhi and Zhou Xingdang leaned to each other, smiling and looking at each other.

【I declare that Xingzhi's duet is "You will marry me today", who agrees and who opposes? 】

[I'm going to die in this stare at each other QAQ God, you just let this pair of lovers let them be together!Please!I don't need to fall in love, but they can't do without marriage! 】

[There are a lot of couples who want them to get married. 】

【Huh?Are you still off work after the rehearsal?I didn't see the station sister posting a picture after get off work! 】

The station sister replied: There are still one-person interviews to be done.

The one-person interview after the rehearsal was the process in which the director met them personally the night before.Seven people, seven rooms, interesting interviews for entertainment, there is no need for too much pressure, but the director still reminds me to be cautious in words and deeds.

Song Zhi nodded solemnly, opened the door and went in.

The first question: what is the ideal type?

This question is easy to answer, and there is no need for the director to teach it. Every company will give a standard answer.Song Zhixin said, "Long hair, loves to laugh, interesting."

The director was relieved and walked to another room.

Zhou Xingdang is also answering the same question: "I prefer those who sing well and have small canine teeth when they smile. They are a little shorter than me, maybe 1.8 meters!"

director:"……"

Leaving aside whether it is easy to find a 1.8-meter girl, is this ideal type too specific?And why is it so familiar!Do you want to report someone's ID number directly?

The director quickly opened the door: "Re-record this question!"

Zhou Xingdang took the mic and was still dissatisfied: "Why do you want to re-record?"

Director hehe, not only did he ask for a re-recording of this question, he also moved a bench to sit here and watch Zhou Xingdang do the interview.

□□, you must keep an eye on it.

Question: "I've been in No. [-] Middle School for more than two months, and I've met a lot of new friends. Who do you have a better relationship with?"

Zhou Xingdang answered confidently: "Song Zhi."

Reporter: "Is there any more?"

Zhou Xingdang took it for granted: "Only Song Zhi!"

Director: "Let's say it again..."

Zhou Xingdang: "?"

Question: If you want to go to an isolated island, you can bring three things, what do you want to bring?

Zhou Xingdang didn't hesitate to think: "Song Zhi, Song Zhi's cell phone, Song Zhi's cell phone charger."

Reporter: "Haha, you are very kind to Song Zhi."

Zhou Xingdang: "That must be. He was taken to an isolated island by me for no reason. I didn't bring him a mobile phone and a charger. What if he ran away?"

Director: "Zhou! OK! Swing!"

Zhou Xingdang had nothing to do with him: "Okay, okay, I'll say it again." He thought for a while, and said, "I will take... no," he wondered, "Why should I go to an isolated island? It's so scary!"

The reporter was amused by him: "Assume what if."

Zhou Xingdang nodded: "Okay. I'll take Song Zhi, Xie Mengyu and Yun Zhao along."

The reporter asked, "Why?"

Zhou Xingdang: "Make a mahjong table."

Reporter: "Hahahahahahaha!"

Zhou Xingdang asked: "I asked them this question, what did they bring? What did Song Zhi bring?"

Anyway, he was not in a hurry, and the reporter really asked someone to ask him. Zhou Xingdang stomped his feet nervously, slowly sat upright under the director's meaningful gaze, and tried to cover it up by explaining: "I really care about my teammates."

Director: "You better be..."

After a while, the person who asked came back with everyone's answers.He Yanying brought books, a radio, and his cat.Xie Meng's rain belt and cloud photos, hot pot base and playing cards.Ji Yuan brings Song Zhi, lollipops and a computer that can connect to the Internet.Wu Xian took Cheng Jin, Zi Zi and a chick.

"Wait!" The director was puzzled: "I can understand bringing seeds, but what are you doing with chicks?"

The reporter laughed so hard that his stomach ached: "Take them to raise eggs and lay eggs, and cook hen soup when they are too old to lay eggs. What kind of chickens are outside the isolated island, and the ones in the isolated island are not bad. Wu Xian said that we should let this chicken live in The island lived a glorious life."

director:"……"

As expected of you, the cook, this person has been established steadily.

Zhou Xingdang didn't care who took whom, and asked, "Where is Song Zhi?"

"Oh!" The reporter continued: "Song Zhi said he would bring a computer and network card, and—"

Zhou Xingdang held his breath: "What else?"

The reporter said: "And you."

Zhou Xingdang laughed, and suddenly remembered that he was still filming now, so he hurriedly managed his facial expressions, tensed his face, and gave a deep hum: "Xie Mengyu didn't take me? I will break up with him when I go back!"

Xie Mengyu, who heard Zhou Xingdang's complaint next door, was furious: "How good is he? He took me to an isolated island to play mahjong with him. It's better not to take me with him!"

The reporter asked, "Why?"

Xie Mengyu hehe: "Is there anyone who doesn't know that I only love poker?"

That night, the preview of this interview was edited and posted on the Internet, and the preview will be broadcast in seven days, starting from Wu Xian and ending with Zhou Xingdang.

Fans immediately erupted.

"Ah, fresh husband! The makeup this time is really handsome, blood-washed mother powder!"

"Thank God it was a one-person interview, haha, I almost jumped into the river after watching the multi-person interview and the two-person live broadcast last time."

"Wait? What's wrong??"

"Uh, it's fine for Song Zhi to go to the isolated island to take Zhou Xingdang, what's the fun after Zhou Xingdang finds out? Take an expression management class! I'm so speechless [fist]"

"Damn it, why did I hear Song Zhi's name in the solo interview! Son...can you...forget about him for a while..."

CP powder: [Waiting for dinner, please do not disturb.jpg]

It was almost evening when the interview ended.

In winter, it gets dark early, and the street lights on the street are lit up in a long row, intertwined with the car lights, and the snow flutters in the light and shadow, and is blown up by the wind and falls on the grass. Creaking sound.

After Song Zhi and Ji Yuan finished the interview, while waiting for others, Ji Yuan whispered Song Zhi to go to the rooftop to play in the snow.

Song Zhi disagreed: "What if I catch a cold?"

"No way!" Ji Yuan was afraid that people would hear him, so he lowered his voice very low, and he understood the reason first: "We wear down jackets, how can we catch a cold so easily?" Then he moved with emotion: "I haven't played in the snow for a long time Now, snow is home to me, and I—"

Song Zhi couldn't bear it anymore, and tugged at his ears: "Don't learn to be silly like Xie Mengyu!"

Ji Yuan drooped his eyes: "Oh."

Song Zhi: "There's still Yunzhao!"

Ji Yuan: "Oh!"

After two seconds of silence, he asked, "Then why don't you stay away from Zhou Xingdang?"

Song Zhi was surprised: "Why should I stay away from him?"

Ji Yuan: "You never used violence against me before, you must be the one who is close to Mo Zhehei, and was led to ruin by Zhou Xingdang! Ouch!"

Before he finished speaking, both ears were pinched.

Zhou Xingdang's tone was light: "Why does this kid speak ill of people behind their backs? What else do you want to say, just tell me?"

Ji Yuan: "QAQ!"

"Release quickly!" Song Zhi rescued him in time, touched Ji Yuan's ear, and glared at Zhou Xingdang: "If you break it, you will pay for it?"

He asked Ji Yuan: "Does it hurt?"

Under Zhou Xingdang's murderous eyes, Ji Yuan firmly shook his head: "It doesn't hurt!"

Zhou Xingdang shrugged: "I don't have any strength to begin with."

He naturally changed the subject: "What are you talking about?"

Song Zhi glanced at the time, guessing how long it would take for the others to come out, and said casually, "Xiao Yuan wants to play in the snow."

Zhou Xingdang: "Then go!"

Song Zhi's black line: "Did you forget what the director said in the car?"

Zhou Xingdang clicked his tongue impatiently, and raised his eyebrows at Song Zhi: "Do you think I seem to be a good obedient person?"

Ji Yuan: "It's not like..."

On the contrary, Zhou Xingdang is a typical example. If you say something, I will go west rebelliously.So the matter of the snowball fight hit it off right after Wu Xian came out, Wu Xian put his arm around Ji Yuan's shoulder, rubbed his head: "Go, take brother to play in the snow!"

Song Zhi had nothing to do with them, and followed slowly.

Zhou Xingdang bumped into his shoulder: "Don't you want to see the snow? You're not happy after seeing enough? And don't worry, it's not that cold when it snows, it's cold when it melts."

Song Zhi was speechless: "You talk a lot."

Zhou Xingdang was angry: "You think I'm noisy?"

Song Zhi nodded.

Zhou Xingdang: "..."

Song Zhi glanced at him unexpectedly: "Strange, why didn't you jump?"

Zhou Xingdang raised his head, touched the corners of his eyes pretendingly, and sighed softly: "If you think I'm noisy, then I won't talk."

Song Zhi: "..."

Kick it over: "Stop pretending to be pitiful here, it's useless."

Zhou Xingdang chased after him, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and hung his whole body on him to shake him: "Is it useless? Then why is Ji Yuan useful? Why is he useful!"

Song Zhi: "He looks cute, are you cute?"

Zhou Xingdang was very proud: "I am handsome!"

Song Zhi: "..."

That's really handsome.

Song Zhi didn't bother to refute him, after turning another corner, the long steps led to the rooftop, Wu Xian and Ji Yuan came one step ahead, opened the door of the rooftop, the whistling wind brought snowflakes in, and the door was closed again in an instant outside.

Ji Yuan pushed the door open again, his little face was flushed from the cold, and he urged them loudly: "A Zhi! Zhou Xingdang! Come up quickly!"

Wu Xian hastily tugged at him: "Slow down!"

"Oh!" Ji Yuan quickly covered his mouth, and said, "I'll tell them in the group, and tell them to come up immediately after the interview. When the director asked, he said we went to the toilet together!"

Song Zhi walked up to him, and couldn't help pinching his face: "It's really quick to learn bad things."

Ji Yuan took advantage of the situation and pushed the blame to Zhou Xingdang: "Brother Dang taught you well."

Zhou Xingdang: "It's not me, I don't, don't talk nonsense."

"The three of you are still chatting here!" Wu Xian closed the door, embraced the oncoming snow with open arms, and said softly: "The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles—fuck! Who sneaked up on me! Zhou Xingdang! "

Wu Xian quickly grabbed the snow on the ground and threw it at Zhou Xingdang. Zhou Xingdang dodged nimbly, but landed on Ji Yuan. Ji Yuan pulled Song Zhi into the battle.

The snow illuminated the entire rooftop very brightly, and the snowballs came and went, accompanied by laughter, which was very lively.

Xie Mengyu, who was late, couldn't wait to join the battlefield. Jiang Yi was looking for a little space to be alone with Xue in the battlefield.

"Xie Mengyu! If I catch you, you will be finished!"

"Who?! Who hurt someone with the dark ball?"

"Song Zhi, I will fight with you!"

"Ji Yuan, I misunderstood you! You are so young at such a young age!"

"Song! Zhi!" Xie Mengyu, who was about to fight Song Zhi, stood in the snow with a big snowball in his arms and shouted aggressively, "You! It's over! You're dead!"

Song Zhi looked over: "Damn! Where did you get such a big snowball?"

Xie Mengyu chuckled, and threw it straight at Song Zhi, and couldn't dodge it even if he was too close, Song Zhi just closed his eyes and accepted it.Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, he carefully opened one eye.

Zhou Xingdang stood in front of him, his back straight, his black hair reflected in the white snow, like a painting of extreme indifference.

After a few seconds of silence, Zhou Xingdang grinned at him.

Turning around: "Xie Mengyu! You are finished!"

The author has something to say: Xie Mengyu: I don't like playing games with bad couples! ! !

Today's copy has been updated~

I suddenly want to see snow, woo woo woo

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 17 bottles of Ice-cold Snow Witch; 10 bottles of Heming and Xue Xuexue; 4 bottles of I Don’t Want to Cultivate Immortals; 1 bottle of Niannian Toffee;