It turns out that idols also have a crush on me [entertainment circle]

Only then did Zhao Boli notice that Liang Yuanxing had a bottle of sleeping pills in the same package and a bottle in his pocket, but the sound of the pills shaking with the movement of his hands was different.

As soon as he returned to the hotel, he asked directly, "Why did you bring two bottles of medicine?"

Liang Yuanxing hesitated and refused to answer, but turned his back to him and put away the two bottles of medicine. Then he dragged his tingling and weak arm to the bathroom, and his left foot staggered a bit.

"Are you okay by yourself?"

"I don't need you to wash it for me anyway!"

Looking up, the thin and white face turned into a persimmon.Zhao Boli couldn't help laughing: "You need to call me again."

"Impossible! No need!"

An annoying note lit up on the screen of Zhao Boli's mobile phone, he was a son of a rich family in the Zhao family circle.Almost all of their chat boxes are unilateral messages sent by the other party, and they can chatter endlessly without paying attention.

[Bo Li, why don't you go to play golf tomorrow?Uncle Zhao got angry and said that he didn't have a son like you. 】

【Then let my dad tell me by himself. 】

【Uncle said he dare not mess with you. 】

【…】

[I heard that you have been troubled by love recently? 】

So obvious?

Anyone who knows the news is a credible person, and it is impossible to spread it everywhere. If this person can hear the wind, it means that he can no longer hide his performance outside.

Zhao Boli was not going to return, but the other party sent a series of messages like a cannonball.

[This girl is from the entertainment industry, right?Listen to me, you just use some tricks, coercion, even coaxing and deception, not to mention your family's financial resources, your status in the circle, just because of your face, are you afraid that you won't be able to sleep with her? 】

Zhao Boli flicked his finger to unblock WeChat, and the chat box disappeared immediately, and the message from the other side could no longer be sent.

Zhao Boli had a rare headache when he thought that his parents would say that he was unreasonable and blackmailed the son of their business partner in a good manner tomorrow morning.

The bathroom and the bedroom are not separated by a wall, but a layer of frosted glass, and Liang Yuanxing's hazy figure can be seen under the light.

There were really only a few outlines on the glass, blurred like paint smeared on paper, but after the mist rose, Zhao Boli didn't dare to look at it anymore.

Because the picture that should not be traced will still become clear in the imagination.

He drank several sips of cold water and felt thirsty, his eyes drifted to the backpack with the medicine bottle, he clenched the cup tightly, and did not move.

Liang Yuanxing came out of the shower, the tips of his hair were still shining with water, just after blow drying his hair, when he walked to the bed, he seemed to be frightened by him, and hid under the quilt.

"Why are you looking at me like that..."

Zhao Boli replied without thinking, "I like you."

"Come on, I don't believe your nonsense!"

"Listen to it a few times, and you'll believe it when you get used to it."

"..."

After falling silent, Zhao Boli turned his head to look, only to find that Liang Yuanxing didn't have anything to say to yell at him, but rolled over and crushed his arm, frowning in pain.

He suddenly remembered something: "Have you turned down the TV station's recording tomorrow?"

"If you don't push, how can you miss a good stage."

"How can you go up and dance when you are so injured?"

"There aren't many dance moves..." Liang Yuanxing said more and more softly, "Besides, I'm not like you. One less chance to perform, the fans will forget me."

Zhao Boli's thinking was pulled into the memory of a long time ago.

"You told me that fans are very affectionate and won't be in a hurry, why don't you believe it?"

"I believe, but I also have to work hard not to let them forget me."

He thought Liang Yuanxing was just blindly pouring out his heart and soul to the fans, but he didn't expect that the boy was more sober than he imagined.

"Well, I like you more."

Seeing the white figure huddled under the quilt turn red again, Zhao Boli couldn't help laughing again.

He expressed Bai Liang Yuanxing's disbelief, and he would always believe it if he said it a few times.

Liang Yuanxing liked Zhuo Tiankuo's gentle and humorous personality, so he moved closer in that direction.

For him, both jealousy and bewilderment are temporary.It is useless to worry and worry, and he can only strive for people who do not belong to him.

But if those two people are in love with each other, recording a variety show and meeting to reveal everything, why would Liang Yuanxing not choose him at all?

Zhao Boli dug his fingernails into his palm, and suddenly found himself unable to answer.

A weak and aggrieved murmur came from beside my ear: "Teacher Zhao."

"Ok?"

"I... I can't play with my phone, I can't hold the screen with one hand, and my left hand has no strength when I lie on the right side, and I will be crushed when I lie on the left side."

"Then don't play."

"No, I feel bad if I can't browse Weibo."

"..."

In the end, Zhao Boli sat by the bed and watched the trending searches with Liang Yuanxing, and the more he watched, the more something went wrong.

[Didn't it just fall off the stage during the rehearsal?Is it annoying to be on three trending searches in one night? 】

[Is the marketing overdone? 】

[Accidents are inevitable in the performance, what should fans feel distressed about, hypocritical. 】

Fans' excuses were mixed with inexplicable abuse, which was gradually drowned out.

Zhao Boli didn't know much about the methods of smearing, so he asked slightly hesitantly, "Someone smeared you?"

In front of him, Liang Yuanxing took a deep breath, tears seemed to be rolling in the corners of his eyes.

It was rare for him to understand Liang Yuanxing's emotions, and Zhao Boli subconsciously said, "Cry."

Unexpectedly, Liang Yuanxing sat up with his right hand propped up, and there seemed to be anger in his eyes.

"No, I lose if I cry."

Then he made a call, which sounded like his manager, Chen Lu.

Zhao Boli kept some distance, but it was inevitable that he would listen to most of the content in the same room.

"They just took advantage of my fall and thought I was slow to react, but I didn't let them succeed."

"Hot searches are obviously searched by everyone, so I won't lose popularity just because of this little rumor."

"Yes, sister Lulu, please contact Lime TV's program team to post it for me, and emphasize that I still insist on recording."

Now Chen Lu's voice penetrated the receiver of the mobile phone and reached Zhao Boli's ears.

"Oh my god are you going to keep recording?!"

"Well, the doctor said I'm fine, and I've been out of pain for a long time."

Zhao Boli frowned slightly.

Liar.

Was it Liang Yuanxing himself who called and cried and said it hurts, and was afraid of pressing the left side of his body while sleeping?

Liang Yuanxing analyzed the problem well and soundly, and he was able to evenly share the performance with the seasoned manager.

There was really a star in his eyes, and after the desire to win was ignited, his whole body shone brightly.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Boli couldn't help sighing: "It's smart to let people from the TV station praise you indirectly, admit that you are not ordinary dedication, and deserve to be on the hot search."

However, Liang Yuanxing, who was still full of energy just now, smiled at Chen Lu and said that he was fine, subconsciously clutched his injured arm, and whispered: "Even if it is, even the navy can't say that about me... I don't have the time Buy Hot Search..."

Zhao Boli seemed to accidentally poke the filling of Liang Yuanxing's dumpling.Sadness and grievances flowed out, but the white glutinous rice balls were deflated.

Not good at coaxing people, he can only continue the topic: "Do you know who the other party is?"

"There are too many people who don't like me, how do I know which one it is?"

Afterwards, the two of them were taken aback, their eyes met, they probably felt that the words were a bit familiar, as if someone present had said them before.

Zhao Boli smiled helplessly: "Why do you look more and more like me?"

"How can I compare with you? You are so good."

Some people have mediocre feelings and are perfunctory and broad in their descriptions, so they can only say "good".But love goes deep, overflows the heart, and can't say clearly in a few words, and there will be only one "good" left.

The idol is so good, why do you still like others?

Zhao Boli didn't want to mention it, as he was as dull as he felt the pain, he didn't want to expose his scars, he just waited for this heartache to pass, and continued to be a persistent pursuer.

"I don't treat you like a child. You are too mature and smart, who dares to underestimate you?"

As he spoke, Zhao Boli stretched out his hand, and was dodged just as he touched the soft hair tip.

"Don't treat me like a child and touch my hair?!"

Liang Yuanxing was angry again.

Zhao Boli was at a loss again.

Is there any conflict between feeling that a person is mature and wanting to touch his head?

……

The first episode of the variety show was on a high mountain, but the second episode was on a small island in the south. I felt stuffy when the heat of my breath wrapped around my eyes.

After recording the performance on another TV station, Liang Yuanxing rested for several days before recovering. The bruise on his hands was only half gone. He couldn't wear gloves like he did on stage, so he had to use foundation to cover it up.

The director finished talking about the rules in the hotel, but the event location was outdoors, and even wearing a sun hat, it was still hot and the sun was bright and dazzling.Liang Yuanxing was so bored that he suddenly heard a familiar deep voice from behind.

"What kind of ear piercing do you want?"

He subconsciously touched the small silver jewelry on the earlobe, and lost his temper out of nowhere: "I don't need your permission to pierce my ears."

After finishing speaking, he regretted it again, talking like a rebellious child with thorns, could it make Zhao Boli like him more?

Feelings hang in the balance, leaving restlessness in vain.

Liang Yuanxing wanted to explain calmly, but he just wanted to make some breakthroughs on the stage and change his look so that Zhao Boli would not feel that he was still childish.

However, as soon as he looked up, he saw the inexplicable emotions in Zhao Boli's eyes, and the deep coldness, which made him forget even the sweltering heat around him.

"And because he likes it?"

Who?

Whoever you say will come.

Zhuo Tiankuo waved at them from a long distance, and became more enthusiastic when they got closer.

"Does Little Xingxing miss me?"

"It's just right, let's talk, and make everything clear." Zhao Boli walked away as if avoiding suspicion, preferring to stand alone in the corner and not say a word to them, the scene was a bit weird.

Liang Yuanxing was puzzled: "Is there anything to explain clearly..."

"I do not know either."

Zhuo Tiankuo's voice was low, different from his normal jokes, watching Zhao Boli go away, his eyes froze for a few seconds, as if he knew he was guilty.

They were alone, but their eyes were not in the same place. Zhuo Tiankuo snapped his fingers in front of Liang Yuanxing, and asked with a smile, "You really miss me?"

"It's true... It's been a long time since I saw you." Liang Yuanxing had obviously rejected him, but the relationship between the two of them was not as open as that of ordinary friends. Facing the sticky ambiguity of strangers, he was at a loss.

"Teacher Zhuo."

"Ok?"

"You and Mr. Zhao have been friends for many years, you must know many things better than me, right?"

"Probably." Zhuo Tiankuo sighed, "Why do you only think about him? Forget it, just ask."

The camera and the scenery were almost set up there, and I missed the moment in front of me, and there was no time for a private question all day.

I dare not ask in the WeChat chat box, for fear that my secret thoughts will leave any traces of words.

Liang Yuanxing lay next to Zhuo Tiankuo's ear and asked, "Does he have someone he has liked for a long time but can't be with?"

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