[Wearing the Book] The villain tyrant wants to spoil me

Mo Yihuan: "...What conditions?"

"Don't be nervous, it's actually very simple." Song Zheji said with a smile: "As long as you obediently listen to me."

"Ah?" No matter what Mo Yihuan heard, he thought this was weird. He blinked and said cautiously: "May I take the liberty to ask, what aspect of obedience is it?"

Song Zheji smiled more meaningfully, stretched out a hand, and put it lightly on Mo Yihuan's shoulder: "...all aspects."

Mo Yihuan: "???"

A word popped into his mind immediately: Unspoken rules? !

Mo Yihuan shook off Song Zheji's hand like an electric shock, stood up with a bang, and said with an expression of "Don't suffer from me", "Excuse me, excuse me, I won't bother you anymore!"

Song Zheji stood up behind him, and said in a calm and persuasive tone: "Mr. Mo, are you sure? Once this rare opportunity is missed, there will be no next time."

Mo Yihuan refused outright: "No, no, no, no!"

While secretly groaning in his heart, why have he returned to the real world, and still can't get rid of Song Zheji's large brown candy...

Seeing that the young man in front of him was about to flee from the door as if he was facing a scourge, Song Zheji took a step forward: "Mr. Mo..."

Mo Yihuan jumped back like a frightened kitten, his eyes widened: "Song, that, Mr. Song, you must be careful, I, I, I am a straight man!"

Song Zheji frowned slightly, as if he was a little puzzled: "...straight man?"

"Yes, yes, straight man! Tie Zhi!" Mo Yihuan yelled loudly while backing up, took two small steps, and suddenly bumped into a hard object. Mo Yihuan turned around and stood behind him. personal.

...To be precise, it was a man wearing sunglasses standing there.

Mo Yihuan was stunned.

The man reached out to take off his sunglasses, a pair of slightly raised phoenix eyes squinted at him, and then looked at Song Zheji.

"Am I bothering you?"

A look of displeasure flashed across Song Zheji's eyes quickly, but he quickly covered it up, regained his gentle look, smiled and said: "It's okay, we've finished talking. Come in and rest, we'll Do not bother you."

Ji Yue was really rude to him, walked in with long legs, brushed past Mo Yihuan, and sat down on the sofa.

Song Zheji went out the door, and Mo Yihuan moved out step by step after him, took two steps, and looked back reluctantly, just in time to meet Ji Yue's gaze cast on him.

Facing Ji Yue's eyes that were as dark as ink, Mo Yihuan's mind immediately went blank.He held his breath, stared blankly at the man, and time seemed to freeze for a moment.

At this moment, the door suddenly closed in front of him with a bang, and Song Zheji stood in front of him.

"If you want to sign an autograph with Ji Yue, there are plenty of opportunities." Song Zheji said to him with a smile, "I have something serious to tell you now."

Mo Yihuan gave him a very unhappy look: "It's really unnecessary, I told you I'd rather bend than bend!"

"Mr. Mo, you misunderstood something just now." Song Zheji smiled and said: "Well, I'll make a long story short. Ji Yue's entertainment company wants to use this program to promote his younger brother's debut, and Ji Yue is already top-notch , if their company is allowed to make another hit, then the current entertainment circle is equivalent to being 'monopolized' by their company, do you understand what this means?"

Hearing the word "brother", Mo Yihuan was completely in the mood to argue with the logic of the words, he was dumbfounded: "...Ji Yue's younger brother?"

Song Zheji nodded: "That's right, dear brother."

Mo Yihuan was stunned for a long time before he stuttered and asked, "The younger brother you're talking about...couldn't be called Ji Li?"

Song Zheji had a puzzled look on his face: "You know him?"

Mo Yihuan: "???"

...Song Zheji also passed through, but what happened to Ji Li?

Mo Yihuan scratched his hair, completely confused: "So... what does it have to do with Ji Li if you praise me?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Song Zheji smiled and said, "My company is in a competitive relationship with Ji Yue, and I don't want Ji Li to be popular. I praise you because I think you have the conditions to grab Ji Yue away from the limelight."

Mo Yihuan finally understood, he blinked: "So... how can I steal his limelight, what should I do?"

Song Zheji still smiled: "I will put you in Jili's group, you just need to prepare well and perform well, and I will arrange the rest."

Mo Yihuan nodded: "...Oh."

In this case, it seems that he has no reason to reject Song Zheji.Anyway, he didn't lose anything, and he could take the opportunity to get close to Ji Yue, so why not do it?

It's just that Ji Yue and Song Zheji are enemies in the book, but they are still enemies in modern times... Mo Yihuan couldn't help feeling emotional, maybe this is fate?

He was thinking about it when he heard Song Zheji say again: "Also, you can rest assured about other things, I'm not interested in your type."

Mo Yihuan let out a long breath: "That's good, that's good!"

Then he suddenly reacted: "Wait, what type am I?"

Song Zheji didn't answer, just smiled and said: "I will arrange someone to come to you later and teach you how to prepare for the interview."

Mo Yihuan obediently nodded in response. As soon as Song Zheji turned around and left, he immediately turned to 520 in his arms with a look of horror: "...Why did Ji Li also pass through?!"

520: "There is only one possibility, that is, he also died at the same time as you..."

Mo Yihuan thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "So he was standing under the tower waiting for Song Zheji, and Song Zheji fell and killed him?"

"..." 520 was speechless: "Baby, do you know a word called martyrdom?"

Mo Yihuan touched his nose in embarrassment.

"Oh."

Looking at the stylishly dressed woman with heavy makeup, Mo Yihuan felt a little uneasy.

"Generally, those who can stand out in this kind of draft, except those who are really capable, will use routines." The woman named Lin Fei said: "If you can't sing and dance well, use some special methods , so that others can remember you."

Mo Yihuan: "...For example?"

The woman rubbed her chin and thought for a moment: "Otherwise, I'll take you to the clothing store to pick out a dress, try on makeup, and then I'll see what suits your temperament."

Mo Yihuan rummaged through the dazzling array of clothing for a while, and suddenly he was attracted by a bright red color

It was a crimson ancient-style long gown, dotted with dark golden cloud patterns, which was charming and beautiful, and it was almost exactly the same as the one Ji Yue had asked him to wear.

Mo Yihuan took the clothes in his hands and couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Lin Fei asked.

Mo Yihuan said softly: "...can I try this one?"

"Isn't it suitable?" Lin Fei frowned slightly, but still let go: "Forget it, try it if you want."

Mo Yihuan got dressed and walked out of the fitting room.Lin Fei raised his head and glanced casually, then froze immediately, stood up from the chair abruptly, and looked up and down Mo Yihuan with a strange expression.

Mo Yihuan was a little embarrassed by him: "...what's wrong?"

"Tsk tsk tsk," Lin Fei walked around Mo Yihuan, looked at her carefully, and then said two words: "Hair."

Mo Yihuan didn't understand: "What?"

Lin Fei tugged at his sleeve and dragged him to the dressing room next to him. He couldn't hide his excitement and ordered, "You put on your makeup here now, and I'll find someone to make your hair longer!"

……

After some tossing, it was already afternoon.

Mo Yihuan looked at himself in the mirror.

The young man in the mirror is dressed in red, with a delicate face and a slender figure.For a moment, he was in a daze, as if he had returned to the palace of Ji Kingdom, the morning when Ji Yue led him to court together.

"That's it, really, absolutely!" Lin Fei said excitedly from the side.

Mo Yihuan blinked: "Then... what will I do when I get on stage?"

Lin Fei took it for granted and said, "Of course it's dancing, otherwise, do you still want to dance sword?"

After a few days of high-intensity folk dance training, Mo Yihuan felt that his whole body was about to fall apart.

He had no foundation at all, his hands and feet were stiff when he jumped up, and his limbs were uncoordinated.The teachers who taught him don't have much hope for him. It doesn't matter what he can practice, the key is to show his appearance.

At noon, everyone went to have lunch.Mo Yihuan was alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the dance practice room, trying to recall the charming way Lianhuan danced before, thinking about how to dance like him.

While recalling, he made gestures.Spin around, wave your sleeves, jump...

Suddenly, there were several applause of "pa, pa, pa" behind him.

Mo Yihuan turned around, only to see Song Zheji standing behind him, looking him up and down with a smile, without hiding his amazement and appreciation.

"It's beautiful." Song Zheji said.

I don't know if I'm talking about the beautiful dance, or something else.

Mo Yihuan scratched her hair in embarrassment: "No, I can't dance well."

"There are still a few days left. If you practice hard, you will definitely be able to." Song Zheji smiled and said, "To be honest, the first time I saw your photo, I knew you would definitely be popular."

Mo Yihuan opened his mouth, a little embarrassed, and just when he didn't know how to answer, a cool voice suddenly came from the door.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I haven't seen you for a few days, and President Song has found a new prey?"

Mo Yihuan looked over, and saw a tall and thin man leaning against the door frame, with his arms waving and a cool expression on his face.

... Ji Li?

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Mo Yihuan was secretly startled.

It really is him.

Mo Yihuan looked at Ji Li, and Ji Li also looked him up and down with a smile that was not a smile, curled his lips, sneered and said with a yin and yang, "Why, now Mr. Song likes this type again?"