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Sheng Zhixin didn't know exactly what Wen Gu and Quan Zi'an talked about over there, but he knew that he was lucky to be able to come here tonight.

There is no persuasion, no drinking/drugs, no unspoken/rules, and everyone is not even dressed so grandly, just like a few good friends come to the clubhouse to chat after dinner, which is very different from the kind of party Sheng Zhixin imagined.

But he is not uneasy.

What is Wen Gu doing to spread resources for him?

In short, the party is over, and from now on I can no longer owe this person any favors.

They disperse after ten o'clock in the evening.As soon as Sheng Zhixin walked down the stairs, Lin Monai's phone rang.

"How is it? Is there something wrong? Have you met any bad guys? Don't drink with them," Lin Monai said, "Tell me if there is anything wrong, and I will call the police right away. It's okay to say it in a subtle way, such as what to get a pair of An egg with chopsticks..."

Sheng Zhixin heard him talking more and more outrageous, so he interrupted him quickly: "I'm fine, I'm going back now."

"Oh."

Only then did Lin Monai let go of half of his heart, like a mother who worried about her children going out by themselves: "Don't sit in their cars, do you want me to pick you up?"

"No, I can go back by myself."

As soon as Sheng Zhixin hung up the phone, he was taken aback by the sudden appearance of a person beside him: "Teacher Wen."

Wen Gu glanced at his phone: "Your manager?"

"Yes."

"He handled the hot search issue quite well before, and he is a strict-mouthed person."

It's good that Wen Gu didn't mention it, but when Sheng Zhixin mentioned it, he remembered the real gentle touch on his lips that night.

He originally thought it was biting on his neck or face, but after thinking about the subtle scars on the corners of his lips the next morning and Mr. Wen's inexplicable "biting" just now, he was sure that he was probably bitten that night. And Wen Gu are really close.

Wen Gu saw that Sheng Zhixin's ears were turning red again, so he accepted it as soon as he saw it, and changed the subject: "Shall I take you back?"

Sheng Zhixin still had Lin Monai's exhortation in his head, and he subconsciously refused: "No need, I can just call a car and go."

"Are you still worried about me?" Wen Gu nodded, "Yes, understandable, after all we..."

...How could he have misunderstood again!

Sheng Zhixin quickly explained: "Actually, I am afraid to trouble you."

"No trouble."

As Wen Gu spoke, he led him to the parking lot: "It just so happens that I have something to tell you."

Sheng Zhixin just followed him into the car in a daze, and only woke up like a dream when he buckled up his seat belt.

Didn't you decide not to owe favors?

He was lucky enough to have been in Ai Xin's new car after he became popular. It was a flamboyant red Ferrari, the kind that everyone would look at when driving on the street.

But Wen Gu's car is very low-key. If it weren't for the classic leopard head logo on the front, it probably wouldn't have been noticed in the pile of cars.

Sheng Zhixin sat in the co-pilot, put his hands on his knees and waited for Wen Gu to drive.

Seeing his appearance, Wen Gu asked a little funnyly, "Little friend Sheng, are you afraid of me?"

"No, don't be afraid."

"Then why sit like a student about to be criticized by the teacher?"

It was only then that Sheng Zhixin realized that his posture was indeed a little cautious, so he relaxed his body a little, and leaned against the car seat at a comfortable angle.

I can't say that I am extremely vigilant against the frequent overtures of this person in front of me.

The black car slid out of the parking lot like a leopard and merged into the late returning traffic.The car speaker was turned on to play automatically. After a few pieces of light music ended, a familiar electronic sound suddenly sounded.

Sheng Zhixin frowned, feeling bad, and subconsciously reached out to turn off the speaker, but was stopped.

They were just waiting for a red light.Wen Gu put his hand in front of the touch screen, turned his face to look at him: "What do you want?"

Sheng Zhixin laughed dryly: "It doesn't sound good, I want to change the song."

At this time, he wished so much that he was a person who had never written a song before, so he didn't have time to think about why YOUNG's song appeared in Wen Gu's favorite repertoire.Before he could continue speaking, his own voice came out from the speakers.

"Why change?" Wen Gu asked, "Do you think the writing is not good?"

"Uh, yes..."

Sheng Zhixin let out a long sigh, and pressed his forehead against the cold window glass.

There was a bit of a smile in Wen Gu's voice: "I know the writing is not good, so what should I do?"

"I can change..."

The red light changed to green, Wen Gu's attention returned to the road ahead, and he didn't speak for a long time.Sheng Zhixin was left on the sidelines, feeling extremely anxious.

Help!

He quietly took out his phone and clicked on the top chat group on WeChat: "Something has happened to my family, my idol is now playing our group's song outside, it's very loud, very social, very embarrassing."

As soon as Sheng Zhixin finished posting this message, a new message popped up in the group chat called "Young, the number one red group in the universe".

[The Strongest Dancer Pei Ming]: That's a good thing!You should be proud!

[The Strongest Dancer Pei Ming]: When will my idol come to see me dance!

[The Strongest Dancer Pei Ming]: Pussy Confused.jpg

Good for your size.

Just as Sheng Zhixin wanted to scold him, Wen Gu suddenly asked, "Who is this singing now?"

He was startled, and reflexively hid his phone: "Pei Ming."

"Pei Ming is..."

Wen Gu narrowed his eyes and thought for a while: "The dancing one?"

"Yes," Sheng Zhixin said, "the Dancer of our regiment."

Pei Ming should be the most unambiguous one in their group. After all, he debuted at the C position and has a full schedule every day.

"That's no wonder."

As Wen Gu said, he stretched out his hand and dragged the progress bar of the song forward: "When you listen to this passage, the voice has been edited into a Canadian electric eel. Which studio did you find later? Did you give them money?"

Sheng Zhixin choked on his metaphor, and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at? Do you sing well?"

It happened that there was a traffic jam ahead, and Wen Gu pulled the progress bar to the front again, and played Sheng Zhixin's song again.

He couldn't laugh anymore, he wanted to cry but had no tears.

I knew that Mr. Wen wanted to execute some people publicly, but I didn't expect it to come so soon.

So in the previous interview, Yin Yang's own person is the main body, he is really good at pretending to be a gentleman tonight!

Sheng Zhixin thought so, and he was going to remedy the precarious image in the other party's memory: "Mr. Wen, in fact, I don't usually sing like this. This song mainly takes care of them, and the writing is not in my range, so... ...."

"Then when did you sing better?"

"At once......"

Sheng Zhixin stuttered and said tentatively, "Just now?"

Wen Gu looked at him with his chin propped up: "Do you think you sang well just now?"

Sheng Zhixin's heart skipped a beat.

"The treble floats too much, the bass doesn't go down, the singing voice is unreal, and the way of vocalization is wrong." Wen Gu counted his "criminal evidence" one by one, "What else?"

Sure enough, this is your original face.

Sheng Zhi's new understanding of current affairs is a hero: "Teacher, I was wrong."

"You're right," Wen Gu smiled, stopped teasing him, cut the song of YOUNG, and replaced it with another light music, "Has your company provided you with a professional vocal teacher?"

As a typical small workshop, Brilliant Starlight gave Ai Xin all the good resources, and they, the little Pujie trainees, made do with the remaining resources. They took dance classes and vocal classes together.There are forty or fifty people in a classroom, and the teachers are not very professional. They leave after making money, and don't care whether these students have learned or not.

In other words, the more systematic study he has experienced was when he was in the draft on Big Island.

"Yes," Sheng Zhixin thought about it and decided to leave a pair of underpants for his boss, "but not entirely."

Wen Gu has heard about his company's great achievements for a long time. Hearing what he said, he already understood in his heart: "Okay, I understand. What are the arrangements for going back besides variety shows?"

Sheng Zhixin shook his head: "There is no arrangement, maybe write a song."

After all, I was a person who was almost expelled by Xuezang.

"Then stop writing about it."

Wen Gu turned on the speakers: "Remember to cherish the feathers. Famous directors don't want bad actors, and no one will cooperate with singer-songwriters who write bad songs every day."

"I see."

Sheng Zhixin's heart warmed, and the line of defense in his heart was slightly loosened.

Tonight, he thought that he was going to a dangerous Hongmen banquet, but when he saw the group of people in that room, he knew that Wen Gu was paving the way for him.

Although the intention was unclear, it was obvious that the result was good, dragging him back from the brink of retirement.

Thinking of this, Sheng Zhixin still solemnly said, "Thank you, Mr. Wen, no matter how estranged you may be in your heart."

One yard owned by a yard.It's one thing for Wen Gu to see himself as unhappy, but another to help him.

"Tell me about the artist in your company." The traffic continued to move slowly, and Wen Gu looked away from his face. "What's his name? What kind of artist is he mainly?"

"His name is Aixin."

Sheng Zhixin paused, and added reluctantly: "He, uh, acted in that "Little Sun", which is a popular online drama recently, you should know, and then... "

"No need to introduce."

Wen Gu's voice suddenly turned cold, and the profile of his face seemed to be covered with frost, which looked extraordinarily cold in the flickering neon lights outside.

Sheng Zhixin keenly sensed something was wrong.

Wen Gu and Ai Xin know each other?

Although Sheng Zhixin didn't want to praise his ex-boyfriend, but to avoid being accused of "improper handling of affairs", he still praised a few words out of conscience: "Ai Xin has a very high professional level and a good personality."

"You think he's good?"

"what?"

Sheng Zhixin nodded blankly: "Yes, I think he is good, very good."

Wen Gu was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "I didn't deliberately inquire about your privacy, but I just wanted to ask, before they said that Ai Xin and you...is it true?"

Sheng Zhixin didn't expect that he would ask himself this question, and he didn't want to lie, so he could only say embarrassingly, "It's true."

"so."

Wen Yi glanced at him meaningfully: "Then I will send you home alone, Ai Xin won't be angry, right? I don't intend to affect your relationship, it's just..."

Where is this going?

Wen Gu's emotions are too delicate, even taking this into consideration?

Sheng Zhixin smiled wryly: "No, we have already broken up. He actually doesn't like me, so we just broke up."

"Oh? Then he's quite blind."

What are you blind?

Sheng Zhixin was stunned for a moment, just about to ask what it meant, when he looked up, he found that he was already downstairs at Lin Monai's house.

Before finding a house, Sheng Zhixin took his luggage and stayed at Lin Monai's house temporarily.

"Here we are," Wen Gu turned off the engine, "If there is no problem, see you at the variety show?"

Sheng Zhixin still remembered his mission, and at last he pretended to mention it again: "Then about Ai Xin..."

The warm yellow light in the car brushed over Wen Gu's delicate facial features, and Sheng Zhixin seemed to see some tiredness between his eyebrows and eyes, but when he looked carefully, it disappeared without a trace.

"Let's talk about it, we have to discuss it with the program team."

Sheng Zhixin breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this shit can be regarded as an explanation, got off the car, walked a few steps, turned his head and looked back.

The black car was still parked behind him, as if the person sitting in the driver's seat was still staring at him for a long time with those beautiful eyes.

Sheng Zhixin's heartbeat quickened inexplicably, he waved at the car carelessly, and was about to leave when he heard someone calling him, "Xiao Sheng."

When he turned his head, the car window just rolled down, revealing the man's side face.