When I was forced to become a crybaby...

Liang Yan knew that crying was embarrassing, and it was even more embarrassing to cry in front of Wen Lang like he was doing now.

He turned around, squatted on the ground, buried his head in his arms, and tried to make himself cry softly.

Just now on the mountain, when he was talking to his parents, he kept holding back his tears, fearing that his parents would really see them and worry about him.

On the way back, he walked all the way, tears flowed all the way, and he quickly wiped them away. Crying can't solve any problems.

After finally walking to the foot of the mountain to stop his tears, Wen Lang, an annoying spirit, had to wipe the corner of his eyes for him, which made him unable to stop crying again.

Wen Lang raised his eyebrows and stared at Liang Yan, who was squatting on the ground and huddled into a ball. After a long while, he raised his hand and brushed back the loose hair on his forehead. Pick it up from the ground.

Liang Yan had become very thin during this time, his arms were covered with bones in his palms, and his whole body was light and light, which made Wen Lang's brows furrow even deeper.

Liang Yan was caught off guard by being pulled up, his eyes were red and full of tears, his breath was unsteady from crying, and he was sobbing: "What are you doing?" He struggled while talking, trying to escape.

A person with a strong hand said with a sullen face: "Cry and hide in my arms. You squat there and cry, and let others see and think I'm bullying you."

"I can cry wherever I like, you don't care about it." Liang Yan choked up his sobs, sobbing as he spoke.

"Then who can control it? Du Chengyu can control it?"

"It has nothing to do with you! Don't mention him to me!"

Wen Lang's face darkened visibly, he let go of his hand in a hurry, stepped back a few steps and hugged his arms, and stared at the little pitiful coldly: "Oh! I can't even lift it? Okay, don't care about you, cry, lie on the ground and swear Roll and kick your legs and cry."

Liang Yan choked up and stopped crying.Mou glared at him with all his strength, put on his helmet angrily, and got on the motorcycle with a thump.

Wen Lang stared at the puffy little crying bag for a long time, sighed, ignored his bad attitude very magnanimously, raised his legs while supporting the motorcycle, and when he turned around, his eyes were full of helplessness: "You Come down first! Otherwise, I won’t be able to go up.”

Liang Yan was arguing with him, but his words fell into deaf ears, and he folded his arms and turned his head away, froze: "..."

Wen Lang: "..." He took another long breath of relief, turned around, straddled the front of the motorcycle with his long legs, and sat firmly on the bike.

Long legs really have an advantage, even getting into the car has more postures than others, turning the key, the engine sounded: "Let's go."

Although he didn't want to, Liang Yan still put his hand on Wen Lang's waist with the experience of coming here.

Wen Lang glanced down at the hand on his waist and started the car.

Inertia pushed Liang Yan hard, causing him to bump into someone's back firmly again.

Wen Lang sent him to the door of his house, waited for him to get out of the car, said something was up, and then turned around and left.

Liang Yan was the only one in the house, so he hurried back to the bedroom on the second floor and started to pack his things in order to keep himself busy.

Although Qin Bei asked for leave for him until the end of this month, he didn't want to wait that long and planned to go back to school tomorrow.

He took out his mobile phone, found the number of his friend Fei Ziming, and dialed it.

Fei Ziming was in the same class as him in high school, and the two had a good relationship, and later they were admitted to the same university as him.

The bell rang for a long time before it was picked up. It was very noisy over there: "Hello, who is it?"

"Zi Ming, it's me, Liang Yan."

The other end was silent for two seconds, and the voice was much clearer than before: "Mr. Liang! Have you changed your phone number? Can I go to the hospital to see you?"

When Fei Ziming was in high school, he was very serious about partial subjects. Liang Yan often gave him make-up lectures, and Fei Ziming started calling him Teacher Liang.

"Ziming, I have already been discharged from the hospital. I will report to the school tomorrow. I want to ask you what you need to bring."

"Are you discharged from the hospital? Why are you in such a hurry to leave the hospital? Is your injury healed? Come to class tomorrow? Is it too soon? Can you hold on?" Fei Ziming spoke very fast, and spoke in a burst long list.

Facing his barrage of questions, Liang Yan didn't know which one to answer first, so he could only give a conclusive answer: "I'm fine now."

"There aren't many classes during this period, so you don't need to be in such a hurry." Fei Ziming was still a little worried.

"I'm really fine." With Liang Yan's stubborn temper, things that have been decided will not be easily changed.

"Then...then take your luggage and clothes with you, and the things in the admission notice. When you go to the tutor to sell the leave, he should tell you how to get it."

"I don't want to stay." Liang Yan had already decided to work part-time, and it was inconvenient to live in a dormitory.

"You don't live in the dormitory?" Fei Ziming could hear a little disappointed: "If I knew I wouldn't live there, the two of us could rent together outside, but it's been so long since school started, the outside house might not be easy to rent. I guess it will take a while."

Liang Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "Is it easy to find a part-time job near the school?" Part-time work is his main concern.

"Part-time job! Why are you part-time job, you..." In the middle of speaking, Fei Ziming stopped abruptly. He knew about the changes in Liang Yan's family, but he forgot for a while: "I don't really know, or Come on! It just so happens that today is the weekend and there is no class, so I will go out with you to look for it."

Liang Yan checked the time, and it was not yet noon, so he had time to say, "Okay, I'll call you when I get there."

After hanging up the phone, Fei Ziming took off the earphones hanging around his neck, and patted the boy next to him on the shoulder: "Stop playing, my friend will come later."

The boy was dissatisfied and complained: "Leave as soon as you say, you don't wait for Langshen to broadcast live. He posted an announcement last night that he even doubled as KG1's AD today."

Fei Ziming shook the phone: "I'm watching on the phone, don't delay."

The classmate waved his hand: "Come on, let's go."

When Liang Yan arrived, Fei Ziming was standing at the subway entrance, plugged in his earphones, and was fascinated by the phone.

Liang Yan approached and patted him on the shoulder, and he came back to his senses: "Mr. Liang, so fast!"

On the opposite side of the road from the exit of the subway station is Jingdadongmen. Liang Yan walked along the street and looked around. There were small shops next to each other on the side of the road. Because it was near the school and it was weekend, it was very lively, and students in twos and threes passed by.

Fei Ziming looked up from the screen reluctantly, pointing to a wider road in front of him: "Let's go over there to see, that road is the main street, it's more lively, the store is bigger, and it recruits more part-time jobs."

Liang Yan looked at the mobile phone he was holding in his hand, as if he had something important to do, afraid of delaying him: "Zi Ming, if you have something to do, I can go around by myself first, and come find you later."

Fei Ziming immediately turned off the screen: "Don't, I have nothing to do, just watch the live broadcast of a game master, or go back to watch the recording at night, I will go with you."

The two crossed the road and chatted while walking, Fei Ziming couldn't help sighing: "Hey, it's a pity you don't play games, otherwise you would also start a live broadcast and earn more than a part-time job. It's just because of your good looks that you don't need skills." , just show your face."

Liang Yan glanced left and right, keeping an eye on the various posters and advertisements on the doors of shops on the street, and answered casually: "Live broadcasting is very profitable?"

"Of course it makes money. As for the great master I watched just now, the first broadcast will earn six figures at least."

six figures?There are indeed quite a lot, but Liang Yan knows nothing about game live broadcasts: "You also said that he is a master, and my game is a mess. I'm afraid I won't earn [-] cents, and I will be scolded."

Fei Ziming raised his index finger and shook it, then looked at him seriously: "You have such good looks, even if you sit in front of the camera, you can't even open your mouth if you want to scold you. I always watch Cherry Live, and I usually have There are many good-looking anchors, chatting, singing a few songs casually, and making a lot of money in a live broadcast."

Liang Yan didn't bother to answer him, and stopped in front of a well-decorated shop.

Looking at the decoration style, it is a bar. On the plaque directly above the facade, the first word is covered with a red cloth, and congratulatory flowers are placed on both sides of the door. This is a new store that is about to open.

But his attention is not on these celebratory decorations, he is looking at the recruitment poster posted at the door:

Recruitment, high salary sincerely!

Several customer source managers: no basic salary + high commission, monthly income of more than 5...

Sweeping down the lines, Liang Yan's eyes stopped on "Singer in residence, with a base salary of [-] plus a high bonus, and another senior resident singer with a good salary, and a detailed interview." '

He poked Fei Ziming and motioned him to look: "Ziming, what do you think of the resident singer?"

After reading the content, Fei Ziming's eyes lit up: "Your level is absolutely fine!"

Liang Yan has always liked singing and has been learning vocal music since he was a child, but his parents always hoped that he could study a major related to his family's company in college and help manage the company in the future. After high school, he took singing as a hobby.

He was thinking about it, but Fei Ziming grabbed him and walked into the store: "Come on, anyway, I'm looking for a part-time job, it's better to pick one who is good at it, go try it!"

At noon, the bar was still open, and the lights in the store were not fully turned on, only a ring of light strips was on. As soon as I entered the door, it was pitch black, and my eyes were a little uncomfortable. The interior decoration was vague and vague.

But looking at the area, this bar is not small.

Seeing the two of them enter the door, a girl in OL outfit warmly greeted them, with a beautiful dimple on her cheeks, and a very friendly smile: "Hello, our store opens at six o'clock tonight, and it's not yet time yet. .”

Fei Ziming pointed to the door: "We came to apply after seeing the recruitment poster in your store!"

The girl is the front office manager of the bar, named Xiaoying. She looked at the two of them indifferently for a moment: "Okay, welcome to apply, you two have such a good image, you can apply for the welcome of our store." Xiaoying said this At that time, he kept smiling and looking at Liang Yan. Obviously, these words were addressed to Liang Yan.

In fact, Fei Ziming's image is not bad, he is a handsome boy with a straight face, he has the attributes of a little sun, and he smiles sunny and warm.

But people are afraid of comparison. Liang Yan is tall and has long legs, wide shoulders and narrow waist. His body proportions are against the heavens. His facial features are so delicate that they can be painted, and he can't pick out any flaws. Comparing the two sides, Fei Ziming looks a little bit in front of him. ordinary.

Fei Ziming took a step sideways and gave way: "We don't want to apply for a welcome. My friend sings very well. I want to apply for the resident singer of your store."

Xiaoying nodded knowingly: "Okay, please wait a moment, I will notify the manager."

Soon, the intercom informed Xiaoying to take the two of them to the office.

The bar office is on the second floor. The man in charge of the interview is surnamed Zhou, named Zhou Yi. He is relatively young, 27 or [-] years old.

It's just that he doesn't look as friendly as Xiaoying, with a cropped hair, his left jawbone extending down into his clothes, and a large tattoo embroidered on him. His face is also cold, and he doesn't look so easy to get along with.

When Liang Yan entered the door, Zhou Yi's eyes brightened obviously, followed by a burst of unabashed scrutiny.

Liang Yan stretched out his hand first: "Hello, Manager Zhou, I'm here to apply for the job."

Zhou Yi got up and shook hands with him: "Just now Xiaoying told me that you want to apply for a resident singer, right? Have you ever done it before? Or have you had similar performance experience?"

Liang Yan paused, and replied truthfully: "I'm a student at the opposite university and have no work experience."

Zhou Yi seemed a little disappointed after hearing this, and he frowned for a while and thought for a while: "Oh, it's like this, I like your image very much, but our store is newly opened, and we hope to recruit some experienced singers to attract popularity. If you haven't done it...it may not be suitable."

Liang Yan's current economic situation requires this job very much: "Manager Zhou, I will sing a song in the store tonight, can you make a decision after watching it?"

Zhou Yi looked at him from beginning to end. Tonight's opening, he invited netizens to create an atmosphere. In all fairness, Liang Yan's appearance is much better than that little Internet celebrity: "Okay, in the store It's opening today, and I invited an internet player to come, and I'll make arrangements for you to go up and sing a song after him, if you catch the atmosphere in the venue, it's considered that you passed the interview, how about it?"

The author has something to say: Driver Lang: You still want to let go after hugging me?no way!