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Song Ji and Yu Miao chatted without saying a word on the small sofa, because they both have the same interest - chasing stars.

So it was a nice chat.

Yu Miao saw that Song Ji's cell phone screen saver was a photo of a celebrity, and she happened to know this celebrity, so she took this as the theme.

Yu Miao asked: "How long have you been a fan of Jiang Yanzhi? His school drama was very popular some time ago, and I have been chasing after it during summer vacation."

Song Ji heard Yu Miao mention his idol, and said with a smile: "In fact, his performance on stage is also good."

Yu Miao knew Jiang Yanzhi not long ago, so she didn't know much about him. She only knew that he was a popular offline star.

"He's still a singer." She raised her interest, "Do you have a stage you recommend, and I want to see what he looks like on stage."

Song Ji opened Weibo and found Fan Pai's pen-hold video in Chaohua: "Look at it."

Seeing Song Ji's proficient appearance, Yu Miao knew that her guess was right. Song Ji must be a star fan.

The appearance of celebrities on stage is indeed different from that in TV dramas. On stage, they express themselves more, are more colorful, and more attractive.

Yu Miao couldn't help sighing: "It turns out that he is like this on stage. I can't imagine that a gentle man on campus is like this..." Sexy.

Song Ji smiled: "The TV drama is a performance, and the stage is a show. They are actually different."

Yu Miao agreed with him: "Yes, everyone has a different side."

She tilted her head and leaned closer to Song Ji: "Then do you have a different side? I think you don't want to be a star chaser, but you are. Is there anything different about you than I see?"

The faint scent of perfume entered Song Ji's nose, and Yu Miao's slightly curly hair fell from her shoulders to her chest because of her approaching movements.

Song Ji's body stepped back a little, his eyes swept over the empty beer bottles on the table.

"You drank too much, I'll ask someone to accompany you back."

Yu Miao suddenly smiled at him, then sat up straight and said, "You are so cute. It's okay, I can drink more than a can of beer."

The atmosphere between the two became a little awkward.

Yu Miao took the initiative to ask, "Have you ever been in love?"

The reaction was so big, the eyes were so flustered, seeing her drunken and eager to help others.

Seeing that Yu Miao really didn't look drunk, Song Ji felt relieved.

He said, "No."

"Is that someone you like?" She asked again.

Yu Miao didn't believe that Song Ji didn't know that she had a crush on him, but he didn't respond at all, and still communicated with her as a friend. She thought there was hope, but found that he treated everyone like this.

He is a gentle person at heart.

Song Ji was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Yes."

Yu Miao guessed, there is always a special person who is different to him, not the gentle treatment when getting along with ordinary people, maybe he will show a different side in front of that person, it may be childish, or it may be He would act like a spoiled child in front of her, and his eyes were all about her.

But she still couldn't help regretting that Song Ji was the first boy he had a crush on since he was in college.

"Ah." Yu Miao pretended to be surprised.

After talking about it, the two of them didn't seem to be so embarrassed anymore.

Yu Miao held up the beer: "Have a drink?"

Song Ji clinked glasses with Yu Miao and said, "Thank you."

Thank you for your love.

Yu Miao said carelessly: "Okay, continue to give me Amway Jiang Yanzhi, I am ready to enter the pit, chasing stars is much easier than chasing people."

While they were chatting, Yu Zetian came over and sat opposite them.

Yu Miao raised her head and greeted Yu Zetian, she knew that Yu Zetian was Song Ji's roommate.

Song Ji glanced at him indifferently, then turned to Yu Miao and said, "I'll send you these videos first, I'll go to the bathroom."

Yu Miao said: "No, these videos are all in Chaohua, I just go online and look for them myself."

Song Ji nodded, and Yu Miao stood up to make room for Song Ji.

Yu Zetian also stood up when Song Ji passed the small sofa on the other side. The side of the small sofa was a low-legged marble platform, and the aisle was limited to one person.

Yu Zetian got up faster than Song Ji came over, the two collided, Yu Zetian was holding the glass, and all the drink in it spilled on Song Ji, the glass also fell to the ground due to the collision, and the glass shattered all over the place.

Yu Zetian was pushed back to the sofa by the force of the impact, Song Ji was pushed unsteadily, took two steps back, the back of his thigh hit the blunt angle of the marble, and his thigh immediately went numb.

Song Ji couldn't stand upright and sat on the table with his hands propped up on his legs.

It happened very suddenly, and Yu Miao shouted anxiously a few seconds after the glass shattered, "Song Ji, are you okay?"

At this time, the sound of the music also stopped. Shen Yu and the others saw Jiang Zhilu standing up suddenly, and they also stood up. They quickly put down the things in their hands and walked towards the corner.

"What's the matter?" Zhou You ran over with a flushed face and asked, "A Song...why did you sit down?"

Song Ji raised his hand to prevent others from coming over: "I'm fine, don't come over, there are broken glass on the ground."

Only then did he look up at Yu Zetian who was sitting across from him.

Yu Zetian looked apologetic: "Ah, I'm sorry, I drank a little too much and my mind is confused. Are you okay?"

The drink flowed down the folds onto the pants, and the white T-shirt was stained with a puddle of yellow liquid, which looked a bit indescribable.

Song Ji stood up, his feet hurt as soon as he tried hard, he paused slightly: "I'll go to the bathroom to deal with it."

Zhou You originally wanted to go with Song Ji, but he really drank too much and was a little confused. He didn't realize it until Song Ji walked out of the private room.

Lin Ning was going to take a look after Song Ji went out, but just as he put his hand on the doorknob, he heard Jiang Zhilu say, "I'll go and see, you watch Zhou You and them."

Song Ji turned on the faucet and took a paper towel to wipe off the drink on his body.

The clothes seeped through and stuck to his body sticky, and the sweet and greasy fragrance made him feel uncomfortable.

Was drunk?

Zhou You was drunk when he couldn't speak fluently, his calm face didn't look like he was drunk, but he looked like he was gloating.

Yu Zetian provoked him unilaterally and couldn't understand him. He would never sit opposite him on weekdays. This can only show that it was intentional.

He didn't dare to face him face to face, so he could only do small things in private. For example, just now, he said that he accidentally bumped into him while drunk, and Song Ji would have nothing to do with him. Being drunk at that time was a good excuse.

Song Ji lowered his head to think for a moment, and when he looked up to turn off the faucet, he saw Jiang Zhilu standing behind him in the mirror.

"How did you come?"

Jiang Zhilu's eyes stayed on Song Ji for a few seconds: "The clothes are wet."

The yellow liquid on the white T-shirt became much lighter, and after Song Ji wiped it with water, the area of ​​the water stain also became larger.

Song Ji rubbed the wet clothes on his body: "The clothes are wet, and the pants are also wet."

Jiang Zhilu's eyes fell again, Song Ji straightened his clothes quickly and asked, "Have you been drinking?"

Whether he drank or not, Song Ji already knew.

"Drink a little." Jiang Zhilu said.

Song Ji suddenly asked: "Do you smoke?"

I wanted to see the scene of Jiang Zhilu smoking in my heart, but I kept thinking about it, so I asked it out of my mind.

Jiang Zhilu was also taken aback by this question, Song Ji looked at him with those shiny dog ​​eyes, and waited expectantly for his answer.

Although he didn't know why, he agreed.

"Okay." Jiang Zhilu said.

The two walked to the smoking area, and Song Ji stood beside Jiang Zhilu and watched him take out cigarettes and lighters from his arms.

Jiang Zhilu asked, "Do you know how to smoke?"

Song Ji shook his head: "No."

"Smoking is bad." Jiang Zhilu didn't light his cigarette.

Jiang Zhilu suddenly educated him, Song Ji smiled and asked back: "Since you know, why did you smoke?"

"Not much addiction."

Song Ji took the lighter and cigarette case from Jiang Zhilu's hand, and with a "chuckle", he lit the lighter, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it.

He didn't put the cigarette into his mouth, but handed it to Jiang Zhilu: "I'll light it for you."

Song Ji thought that Jiang Zhilu would hold a cigarette in his hand like him, but he didn't expect that Jiang Zhilu put the cigarette in his mouth and turned his head to meet the spark.

Song Ji's hand remained motionless, his fingertips tightened as he held the cigarette.

Jiang Zhilu raised his eyes to look at him at this time, Song Ji met Jiang Zhilu's eyes, his eyes were covered with a layer of smoke, Song Ji couldn't see clearly, he saw □□ in the eyes of the other party.

If you get closer, you can see it more clearly.

Following Jiang Zhilu's example, Song Ji lowered his head and put the end of the cigarette in his mouth. The two got closer, raised their eyes to meet each other, and Jiang Zhilu's eyes sank.

After a while, Song Ji was stimulated by the red light in front of his eyes, and retreated subconsciously. Jiang Zhilu raised his hand and pressed the back of his neck.

"Don't move, it's not lit yet."

A force pressed against the back of Song Ji's neck, his fingertips pressed against his hair, and the ends of his hair protruded from between his fingers.

The two cigarettes are facing each other, and the other cigarette is lit by the spark, and the tobacco smell is mixed with a sweet and greasy taste.

He has someone he likes, right in front of him.

Song Ji was choked by the smoke, Jiang Zhilu let go of the back of Song Ji's neck and took out the smoke from Song Ji's mouth.

Song Ji coughed a few times before letting out his breath, and he heard Jiang Zhilu laughing.

"What are you laughing at? Haven't you ever been choked by smoke?" Song Jihong asked with an ear.

Just now Jiang Zhilu pressed his neck very hard, and Song Ji could feel the warmth of those big hands on the back of his neck after he let go.

Jiang Zhilu had never been choked by the smoke, he said, "Yes."

The lighting in the smoking area was dim, Jiang Zhilu was smoking outside the window, Song Ji sat on the sofa and didn't speak.

Song Ji got his wish and saw Jiang Zhilu smoking, just as he thought, Jiang Zhilu was very sexy when he smoked, his fingers were very sexy, his back was very sexy, and his whole body was very sexy.

He kind of wants to smoke.

Song Ji squinted his eyes contentedly to appreciate Jiang Zhilu at this moment.

Although this scene was not photographed, Song Ji was satisfied and he remembered it in his heart.

"You go in first." Jiang Zhilu didn't turn his head to look at Song Ji.

"it is good."

Song Ji admired enough, and his clothes were almost dry, he took a paper towel from the smoking area and wiped it before returning to the private room.

Jiang Zhilu snuffed out the cigarette in his mouth, Song Ji's cigarette was still in his hand, and he flicked the ash in his hand.

After a long time, when the cigarette was about to burn out, Jiang Zhilu bit the end of the cigarette and took a deep breath.

That little spark lit up again.

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