First Love Performance Art [Entertainment]

Director Zhang wrote down the classes and names of the two female students, and took the mobile phone away: "The mobile phone is temporarily confiscated, and will be handed over to your class teacher for safekeeping and disposal, and go back to physical education class!"

"……Oh."

The two girls looked resentfully at a certain senior who complained mercilessly.

Song Jianchu didn't meet their eyes.

Director Zhang turned his head and restored his enthusiastic smile, and invited outstanding graduates: "Your homeroom teacher, Mr. Shang, has class now. Come on, go to my office and sit for a while. It just so happened that the principal gave a box of tea today."

Song Jianchu didn't come back to see the teacher this time, and he didn't prepare any gifts, so he directly said to Director Zhang, "Don't worry, I will formally visit the teachers next time. Director, can I remove my photo from the campus list?"

"Why do you want to pick it?" Director Zhang was stunned for a moment, and looked at the campus list next to him: "You are the most outstanding graduate of our school since the establishment of the school, and you are the pride of the school. After you were admitted by H University, our school has Recruitment is booming."

Song Jianchu was a little embarrassed to speak, and said euphemistically: "I have graduated for two years, and I think this position should be given to a more outstanding student."

Director Zhang smiled and said: "The key is that there is no better one, and you have not left room for others to surpass at all."

Song Jianchu: "."

Song Jianchu looked at the top-ranked inch photo and fell silent with a headache.

"Ah, I understand." Director Zhang smiled comprehensibly, and pointed at him: "You boy, you are a big celebrity now, isn't it because your picture is shabby on the school list?"

Song Jianchu hurriedly said, "No."

"Don't be embarrassed, the teacher understands." Director Zhang said meaningfully: "Even if you don't tell me, we have already thought of it for you."

Song Jianchu: "?"

"Don't worry, you're not the only one who thinks this way. The teachers who taught you back then also jointly raised their opinions with the principal." Director Zhang puffed up his chest and gave a thumbs up, saying in a triumphant tone: "The best graduate of our school is now a little The richest man on Weibo, this list is too small to be worthy of being the richest man on Weibo."

Song Jianchu's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

Director Zhang turned around with his arms around his shoulders, pointed at the school's iconic circular fountain in the middle of the campus, and said mysteriously, "Over there, do you see it?"

Song Jianchu didn't wear contact lenses, and vaguely saw a metal sculpture he had never seen before in the middle of the fountain pool, reflecting golden light in the sun, and the surrounding area was still under construction.

Song Jianchu narrowed his eyes: "Is it the new school logo?"

Director Zhang: "It's a monument of honor built by the school for you!"

Song Jianchu: "???"

"From now on, the school will put your photo on it!" Director Zhang glanced at him: "How about it, don't you think it's shabby this time?"

Song Jianchu's pupils trembled: "..."

"It will be finished by the end of this month." Director Zhang nodded in satisfaction, and patted him on the shoulder: "I wanted to surprise you after the repair was completed, but you are quite good at finding your own time."

Song Jianchu: "..."

Negotiations on issues left over from history failed.

On the way home, Song Jianchu was stuck in a traffic jam. He stared blankly at the car in front of him and carefully considered the acquisition of the school for half an hour.

He made up his mind and was about to call Yin Chi to ask if there was any special procedure for acquiring the school, when a WeChat message popped up on the screen of his phone.

[MY: The group building will end at about [-] o'clock, maybe I will have some drinks, come pick me up? 】

The irritability in Song Jianchu's eyes was swept away, and he immediately picked up the mobile phone on the car mount to reply.

[See Chu Song: Okay, don't drink too much. 】

[MY: No, don't worry, I can let you check at night. 】

an examination?

How to check?

Song Jianchu thought a lot for a moment.

Before he could figure it out, a new message popped up in the chat box.

[MY: End of sending you a message. 】

[See Chu Song: Waiting for you. 】

Putting down the phone, the traffic ahead finally moved.

Song Jianchu's mind was full of how to check whether a person had drunk too much, like checking for drunk driving?still……

Mu Ye's action of gently sniffing at his neck suddenly came to mind.

The idea of ​​buying the school was completely forgotten, Song Jianchu pursed his lips lightly, and slowly followed the car in front of him.

During the year-end group building of Muye Studio, Gu Jiaming booked an Internet celebrity tavern that is very popular with young people.

Because the boss has an easy-going personality, he usually gets along well with the employees, and the team atmosphere in the studio has always been good.

The employees were already having fun, Mu Ye and Gu Jiaming picked a quiet corner to drink.

"Sent a message to your new friend again?"

Mu Ye put away his phone: "Yes."

"How did you know each other? You can still stare at your phone and wait for a reply." Gu Jiaming asked curiously, "You're also in the circle?"

Mu Ye picked up the bottle and poured wine for Gu Jiaming, smiled and said, "An interesting kid."

Gu Jiaming was stunned: "Little friend? How young? Younger than the brother of the devil?"

Mu Ye raised his eyebrows: "Almost?"

Gu Jiaming thought to himself, maybe it was another idol who adored the number one brother in the music scene like Pei Shinian.

"It's definitely not an ordinary person who can make you take the initiative to make friends." Gu Jiaming said: "Your circle of friends is too small, only the few in your drinking buddy group, and their careers are still on the rise. Recently, we can only see a few more times when we go to variety shows together. Usually, no one talks to you all year round, so it’s good to make some new friends that you can have fun with.”

Mu Ye supported his forehead with his knuckles on the bar, and smiled lazily.

Gu Jiaming picked up the wine glass: "I've been so busy these past few years that I don't have time to have a drink with you. Sigh, both of us have worked hard."

Mu Ye touched him: "You still work harder."

"As long as you can do well, I won't work hard, and besides, I still have the highest salary in the industry." Gu Jiaming smiled kindly and said, "We don't talk about this between us. Come on, boss, let's go one. I will lift the ban on you today, and I will accompany you." You drink to your heart's content!"

Gu Jiaming made a toast first.

Mu Ye smiled, slowly drank the wine in the glass, and ate a slice of lemon to clear his mouth.

Four hours later—

The studio employees looked anxiously at the two in the corner of the tavern.

"Brother Jiaming, are you okay?"

"The boss has a good temper, it should be fine."

"Muno!"

Gu Jiaming slammed down his wine glass with a blushing face, and pointed at his boss: "You are a scheming fox with a big tail, playing chat with me in human skin, right?"

Employees:"……"

"I remember Brother Jiaming's agent contract expires next year?"

"...How about someone to persuade me?"

Mu Ye's eyelashes drooped and he slowly turned the wine glass on the bar.

Gu Jiaming hiccupped and asked, "Be honest! Who did you drink with last night? Do you really think I, Gu Jiaming, have a bad brain?"

Knowing that this person would not remember the next day, Mu Ye gave a light "hmm".

Employees: "Pfft."

"You act for me again! The actor is not as good as your acting skills." Gu Jiaming was too drunk to listen: "I called Pei Shinian's manager in the morning, and he lived across from Pei Shinian's house, saying that last night I've never seen you before, you didn't sleep at Pei Shinian's house at all!"

Gu Jiaming sneered: "My son is smarter than you in lying at the age of three, do you really think that you can fool me with your smallness?"

Gu Jiaming pointed, with a strange expression of yin and yang: "Picking locks and teleporting while I'm not paying attention, you say you have this ability, why are you still a singer? Hurry up and carry your fox on your back and go up the mountain happily! Find a fox cave to retreat After practicing for a few years, don't let the entertainment circle delay your becoming a fairy!"

The shoulders of the employees shook wildly.

Mu Ye replaced the wine glass in front of Gu Jiaming with a hangover drink.

He picked up Gu Jiaming's vibrating cell phone and connected it: "Sister-in-law."

"Xiao Mu." Gu Jiaming's wife asked softly, "Is your Brother Ming next to you? Why doesn't he answer the phone?"

"Yo, another fox sister-in-law popped out?" Gu Jiaming waved his hand: "Come on, call all your fox relatives over, I will hold a fox family sports meeting for you, and open your eyes to me today, who I am the most capable, I personally ask God to send him C to become a fairy——hmm!!"

Mu Ye winked at his assistant Xiao Liu, who quickly stepped forward to cover Gu Jiaming's mouth and took him away.

"It was Gu Jiaming who was talking just now?" The woman's tone on the phone was gloomy for a moment, and she smiled softly: "Did he drink too much?"

"No, he went to the bathroom." Mu Ye said with a gentle smile: "Everyone is in a good mood today, and the team building may end later. I'm afraid that going back too late will disturb the children. Brother Jia Ming will sleep at my house tonight. Sister-in-law, don't worry."

"That's alright, you guys have fun." The woman said softly, "Xiao Mu, my husband doesn't drink well. If he drinks too much and shames you, don't worry about him. It will affect your image. Just throw it under the bridge hole, don't Let him disturb others."

"Okay." Mu Ye said, "Goodbye, sister-in-law."

Xiao Liu let go of Gu Jiaming's endless chatter, and asked, "Brother Ye, why don't you come here today? I'll send Brother Jiaming back first."

"Send him to my house, and help me feed the cat." Mu Ye said, "It's hard work."

Little Liu picked up the man neatly: "Okay."

Seeing this, the other employees stood up and prepared to leave.

Mu Ye stood up and said, "Go on, and leave when you've had enough fun."

Mu Ye took out two cards from the inner pocket of his jacket, kept the black one, and handed out the other to an employee: "I have something to do, so I will withdraw first. Everyone, have fun, and I want to go to the second round and the third round." How to play is up to you, just swipe this card at will, everyone has worked hard this year."

The employees raised their hands and cheered: "Yeah!! Long live the boss!!"

After leaving the tavern, Mu Ye helped the manager to put the unconscious Gu Jiaming into the car.

Watching the car drive away, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Mr. Jinzhu.

[MY: My side is over. 】

The benefactor responded quickly.

[See Chu Song: Alright, we’ve already set off. There will be traffic jams during the evening rush hour, and it will take about 10 minutes. 】

[MY: It's okay, drive slowly, don't worry, I just want to blow some air. 】

It's already night.

Mu Ye put on his mask and the hood of his coat, and leaned lazily against the neon wall outside the tavern to wait.

The man was tall and handsome, his dark coat and forehead hair were dyed in bright neon colors, like a decadent and beautiful art poster.

Passers-by looked sideways.

After drinking some wine, Mu Ye suddenly wanted to smoke.

He walked into the 24-hour supermarket next to the pub.

The cashier was lazily playing with his mobile phone, casually glanced at the customer standing in front of the cashier.

The man's hood concealed the jet-black hair on his forehead, and his smoky gray eyes were cold and sexy. He was moving his gaze to scan the cigarettes on the shelf.

The girl's heart beat violently.

Grass!It seems to admire evildoers!

The young lady immediately put on the most kind and beautiful smile: "Hello, what do you need?"

Mu Ye glanced at the menthol cigarettes on the shelf, and was about to speak when his phone vibrated in his pocket.

He lowered his head and took out his phone to check the information.

[See Chu Song: It’s almost here, 3 minutes. 】

The young lady was fascinated by the gentle smile that melted the frost and snow in the eyes of the man. The customer put away the mobile phone, picked up a pack of mints from the gum shelf and handed it to her: "I want this, thank you."

"Ah... good." The cashier hurriedly recovered, and scanned the code for the mint: "Five yuan, how do you pay? Wechat Alipay is fine."

The man reached into his jacket, and two slender fingers picked out a noble black card: "Swipe the card."