It turns out that I am a heartthrob who came out of the comics.

After driving Sinan back from the square, Mo Tingbai didn't talk to Sinan for a whole day.

On the first anniversary of Monologue, there was no concert, only a small meet and greet.

In fact, there were signs before the meeting. Sinan's accident might just be the fuse. After that, the whole group fell into quicksand and gradually disappeared from the public's sight.

In just one year, the few of them seemed to have stepped into the train junction and galloped in another direction.

In the main track called "Idol", only Si Nan was walking slowly and stagnating.

The two-year comeback concert was proposed by the four of them. To be precise, it was Mo Tingbai's proposal, and He Shenjian, Qin Xuan, and Ace unanimously agreed. Sinan had no right to speak.

Perhaps becoming a top star is the dream of many entertainers, but their first dream is the stage.

For this stage, everyone thinks that Sinan is a shortcoming, including Sinan himself.

But if you don't look at it with prejudice, it's easy to find that Sinan is the only one who didn't leave.

The entertainment industry is the fastest changing world, no one can guarantee whether this stage will be the last one, and Sinan must not attach less importance to this stage than any of them.

To ensure the perfection of the stage this time, this was Mo Tingbai's original idea.

It was fine at first, balancing the stage, managing the fans... What happened later, it seemed like nothing happened, but the sound of the square was too loud, making his heart flutter, so he needed to calm down.

When Si Nan squatted at the door to take a taxi that day, Mo Tingbai wanted to go over and mock him.

He did taunt: "This is the villa area, you take a taxi here, are you a pig, Sinan?"

Then, "Get in the car."

These two words are also out of sympathy and the slightest friendship with teammates.

he said to himself.

Sinan probably fell down and smashed his head into a paste. To make a demo, he had to make software with him. If it wasn’t for that period of time, he would never have accompanied Sinan to record in the recording studio. By the way, he changed his hands. Change to compose.

What kind of messy composition, he really couldn't stand it, so he did it.

When Si Nan happily wanted to add his name, he did refuse.

one second.

After a second, Mo Tingbai said yes.

This song will definitely make Li Duan half dead, and it is quite useful.

It's okay to think about it this way, everything is on the normal track.

He raised his hand and changed the note to Sinan:

【Dangerous element】

……

The place where the variety show was recorded was a bit far away, and it was already seven o'clock in the evening when we returned to the villa.

If this season is neither hot nor dry, it will be Mo Tingbai's favorite climate.

Seven o'clock coincides with the sunset and moonrise, and the two phases intersect. It is easy to make people happy just by the cool night wind passing over the ground where the residual heat has not disappeared.

When walking from the garage to the villa, Mo Tingbai searched for a few nearby restaurants on his mobile phone, but hesitated for a few seconds before ordering.

He didn't seem to know what Sinan's taboo was.

As soon as he pushed the door, the smell of hot meat rushed to his face in an instant, burning a hole in his originally bright and good mood.

"Boss, you're finally back!" Ace held up his phone to greet him, "Come, come, say hello to the fans in the studio."

"Ahhh, man, you are finally home!!"

"I can't think of any flirty words, don't listen to me, I love you!"

"Husband, you have worked hard to make money outside, there is nothing I can do, the bath water has been put away..."

"The one in front, don't you have a husband? Why do you grab someone else's?"

Mo Tingbai glanced blankly at the mobile phone with virtual gifts floating on the screen, and walked straight to the center of the living room where a table of hot pot was placed.

"You just invite me to eat this?"

He Shenjian sat on Sinan's left, there was an empty space on the right that should be Ace's seat, and on the right was Qin Xuan.

He stopped in mid-air with his hands holding the cooked fat cow, looked up at Mo Tingbai, with some sesame sauce still on the corner of his mouth, he was dumbfounded.

"no--"

Before he finished speaking, Ace ran over: "I bought them all, it wasn't that stingy guy who hired them—" Then he turned to the camera, "Yeah, I'm talking about Sinan, that guy You’re a stingy guy, and you haven’t even invited me to dinner—hey, I’m telling you this isn’t for you to swear—if you keep swearing, I’ll kick you—the administrator kicked away this Sima who swears!”

Ace was busy interacting with the barrage in the live broadcast room, and didn't realize that it had been quiet for a while behind him.

Just as Si Nan was about to get up, He Shenjian held down his hand.

He Shenjian took Si Nan's wrist and dipped the beef into his sauce dish: "Eat it first, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

Sinan stirred the sauce twice with his chopsticks until the fat cow was completely wrapped in the sesame sauce, swallowed it into his mouth in one gulp, slurred his speech and raised his face: "Mo Tingbai, do you eat hot pot?"

Mo Tingbai's mobile phone page was still parked on a French restaurant. Qin Xuan, who was sitting on the far side, saw it with sharp eyes, got up and took two steps towards Mo Tingbai: "Ace's rap variety show has a live broadcast task, and I ordered a hot pot takeaway. It happened that we all ate together."

"Let's eat together?" Qin Xuan walked up to Mo Tingbai and turned his back to the camera in Ace's hand. He didn't say much, let alone touch Mo Tingbai, who was a serious cleanliness. He only glanced at the mobile phone behind him in the live broadcast.

Since the establishment of their group, there have been rumors of internal discord, and the team has been refusing rumors and explaining, but the few of them did not deliberately manage the meaning of dating and loving teammates, so what should be done.

Originally speaking of discord is not considered discord, but it is even less so if we talk about intimacy. We are just colleagues who happen to be elected to a group and maintain a normal working relationship.

It's just that the concert is about to happen recently, and some rumors have become very popular, which has already vaguely affected the trend of the concert.Although no one said it directly, everyone attached great importance to this concert, and he could no longer just sit idly by. It just so happened that Ace's live broadcast today was a good opportunity.

"It's your favorite hot pot." Qin Xuan smiled suggestively at Mo Tingbai.

"I'm not hungry." Mo Tingbai glanced at Si Nan for the last time, put the lock screen of his phone in his pocket and went upstairs.

...

As soon as Ace turned his head, he realized that Mo Tingbai had disappeared. He turned around and asked where he had gone. Qin Xuan pulled him to the sofa and put a piece of meat on his plate. Although he was not facing the camera, he was still talking to the fans. Said: "Probably because I'm tired from today's variety show recording, I'll send some to him in a while."

Then the barrage is another large scene of finding a husband.

"Where's my husband? I don't dare to blink for a second because I don't want to miss my new husband. Why did he disappear in a blink of an eye?"

"It's always hard to listen to. I haven't had a meal until this time of recording variety shows. Why are variety shows so tiring? Be obedient and we won't go next time."

"If I remember correctly, isn't today the interview variety show? Can this also be tiring?"

"It's tiring to be unhappy! The one in front really doesn't hurt your back when you stand and talk! If you don't like watching, just go out."

Upstairs, a really tired Mo Tingbai was sitting on the sofa in his room, looking at each other with a whale pillow.

"Mo Tingbai! Do you eat hot pot!?" Mo Tingbai poked the little whale's head with his finger, apparently mistaking it for someone, "You ask me if you eat hot pot if it's so sweet!"

He pointed his finger at the mouth of the little pink whale and poked it: "You are not allowed to call me by my name in the future, do you hear me?"

The little whale that had been poked more than a dozen times still maintained a standard grin, and Mo Tingbai became more and more angry as he looked at it: "Don't call me a whale, you can call me a shark, a crocodile, or a merman fish! Still laughing? Laughing again will make you and Pumpkin stewed together!"

After ravaging the little whale for a while, Mo Tingbai began to pace the room, pacing nine to eighty-one times, and finally sat down in front of the piano stand.

His bedroom is large, but the sound insulation is average. This piano has not been played a few times here, and it is almost used as a decoration.

Mo Tingbai flipped through the music score on the music stand, and started to play from the first page with great force, showing no mercy for the piano.

When the sixth song "Carmen" was played, the door rang.

Mo Tingbai pursed his lips lightly, and his hands did not slow down. After the last two high-pitched syllables, he slowly got up and walked to the door.

"Why?" Mo Tingbai stood leaning against the door with his arms folded, "If you have anything to say, just talk at the door."

There were two muffled knocks on the door, but no reply.

"Are you going to knock down my door?" Mo Tingbai turned around and snorted coldly at the door, "I haven't said anything yet, but you have quite a temper."

Another kick at the door.

Mo Tingbai laughed directly, put his hand on the doorknob and pulled it: "You are really good now, Si—Ace?"

At the door, Ace's hands were occupied by two plates, and there was still a bottle of drink in his mouth. He grinned at Mo Tingbai, and the drink almost fell to the ground: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! drinks!)"

"What are you doing here?" Mo Ting's white hands were still on the doorknob.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"I'm not hungry." Mo Tingbai said.

"Woo? Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Mo Tingbai pretended to close the door: "I'm not hungry, you can go back."

“呜呜呜呜呜呜，呜呜呜呜呜呜！呜呜呜呜呜呜呜呜呜呜呜呜呜——（翻译：专门给你留的，Shirley也不吃啊！而且司南和深见Brother has already gone to take out the trash—)"

"Crack." The door was completely closed.

"Little whale, I threw you away." Mo Tingbai picked up the whale doll from the sofa, walked quickly to the trash can and made a gesture to throw it away, but finally stopped, "Forget it, it's taking up space in my trash can." He put The doll was thrown onto the piano stand, "But in my heart, you have already been thrown by me."

The phone rang, and it was a message from the variety show director during the day: [If it's not convenient, we can contact you here]

It is about asking the monologue team members to take a video and put it in the later stage as an easter egg.

It has been a long time, and the names of monologue members no longer appear in his interviews. At most, he will ask what he thinks of He Shenjian's "collision" with him.

He doesn't think they have any similarities. Although they are both idols turned actors, the two are different from the inside out. After asking a few times, Mo Tingbai started to respond with a cold face, and gradually no one is ignorant.

Maybe it's because the concert is about to start recently, and the company has also started to stir up enthusiasm about the team.

Maybe it's because he and Sinan have been in the same frame frequently recently, anyway, the interview revolved around Sinan's name for four or five minutes.

The team has a template for how to deal with it. Mo Tingbai answered without revealing anything. After the interview with the program group that could not find any hot spots, he tentatively asked Mo Tingbai to ask his teammates to record a video. The script was not given to him. At first glance, it was an idea that came up on the spur of the moment.

The program team didn't have much hope at first, the interns who were assigned to make requests were all tongue-tied, it would be great if Mo Tingbai could cooperate well with the program to complete, and expecting him to give something extra was simply impossible Tan.

Unexpectedly, Mo Tingbai agreed almost without hesitation.

The interns breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, they didn't expect any amazing feedback videos from Sinan. It's just that the discussion of "konjac silk" has been raging recently. The media should seize this real-time enthusiasm.

It doesn't matter who the other party is, the most important thing is Mo Tingbai's approval, even if the other party is an amateur, the topic is enough for them to complete the monthly KPI.

So instead of sending someone to contact them themselves, they asked Mo Tingbai to record it himself, and the two asked and answered questions. Just because of the shadowy atmosphere, it doesn't matter what the content is.

Mo Tingbai opened the message and was about to reply when the door was knocked twice again.

"I didn't say that, I'm not hungry." Mo Tingbai typed quickly with his thumb, without raising his head, "Ace—"

"But I've already bought it. If you don't eat it, it will spoil. Don't listen to it."

The author has something to say:

Little Whale: If you don't want to eat it, give it to me!

Mo Tingbai: Here you go.