First Love Performance Art [Entertainment]

The ear near the sound is about to catch fire.

Song Jianchu closed his eyes.

He held the phone and turned his head slowly.

Facing those gentle smoky gray eyes.

Song Jianchu was quiet for two seconds, and said calmly, "Oh...OK."

Then he turned back calmly.

Lowering his eyes, he saw the expression pack selected by Mu Ye.

There are two rows of girly pink slashes on his face.

"?"

The ear is also added a steam effect by P red.

"??"

There are still floating around, big and small——【Pound】【Pump】【Pump】

"???"

The words below are: [Come on, Song Xiaochu! 】

"."

...God your mother Song Xiaochu.

It didn't look like he was playing with his mobile phone. Those who didn't know thought he was watching pornographic websites in public.

The person in this picture is definitely a pervert!

Song Jianchu's face was burning hot, his eyes became gloomy again, he raised his eyes and silently wrote down the blogger's account name.

The movements of the hands are very quick.

Like an emotionless picture-stealing robot, he moved his fingers blankly and forwarded the picture to the WeChat account [MY].

Then he seamlessly switched back to Weibo and reported the blogger for publishing pornographic content.

After completing these actions, Song Jianchu let the flow take its course and put away the phone, raised his head and sat down.

The award presenters on stage were well-known comedians, who kept laughing out loud at the audience.

Mu Ye saved the emoji pack, then turned his head to look at the people around him.

The boy calmly crossed his arms, with a calm and solemn expression, as if he was not here to participate in the celebrity night, but to participate in the college entrance examination mobilization meeting.

Mu Ye held back a smile, put away his phone and looked forward.

It didn't take long.

The people around him suddenly took out their sunglasses, put them on, and left the table quietly.

Pei Shinian finally relaxed after sitting around for a long time, doubting: "Brother, is this kid really your fanboy? He's so calm even sitting next to you, playing with his phone the whole time. Did he really take away your debut guitar? "

Two years ago, Mu Ye had auctioned the guitar he had used on his debut stage at the Charity Auction Gala. At that time, a 16-year-old kid accompanied by his guardian offered tens of millions of dollars for the auction.

Song Jianchu hadn't opened a Weibo account that year, and after he became popular, someone discovered that Mu Ye was the first person he followed after opening Weibo, and it was only then that netizens dug up this history of chasing stars.

Later, netizens with keen intuition went to look through the photos of Mu Ye's concert, and found that there was a suspected figure of Song Jianchu in the front row of almost every show.

Through a series of clues, netizens finally confirmed that the younger brother of the Demon King is Mu Ye's faithful fanboy.

Bai Xingyu yawned, and said, "Maybe it's a guitar lover, a kid from a rich family who collects it. Once a person becomes popular, even a small gesture can be magnified, I don't think so."

Even Lu Shen, who had been silent all this time, gave a faint "hmm".

Mu Ye didn't speak, and quietly watched the figure leaving from the side door of the event venue.

His volume was very low just now, and the conversation between the two was covered by the sound of the video, so no one could hear it.

"It's on the hot search again, and this kid's topic is hotter than mine." Pei Shinian took his mobile phone to Mu Ye's side, and said with a smile: "Brother, look, the emoji packs that netizens gave you for P are quite interesting, I saved them." A few photos, do you want to send them to you on WeChat..."

Mu Ye suddenly got up.

Pei Shinian looked up: "Brother, where are you going?"

"Toilet."

Pei Shinian moved his stiff neck, and then stood up: "It happens that I'm uncomfortable sitting, brother, I'll accompany you..."

His brother pressed his shoulder.

"Be independent and learn to grow up."

Pei Shinian: "..."

Pei Shinian: "."

Seeing that Song Jianchu had come out, the staff thought that his airsickness hadn't recovered yet, and immediately arranged for him to go to the VIP lounge.

"Just rest here, and I'll call you again when the list of winners of next year's celebrity is announced."

"Okay, thank you." Song Jianchu sat on the sofa and took a sip of the hot tea he had prepared.

Congratulations from the staff in advance: "Although there is no official notification yet, according to previous statistics, it has been confirmed that you are the Internet celebrity with the highest traffic on Weibo topics this year. Congratulations in advance!"

Song Jianchu didn't show any surprise, he leaned against the sofa cushion and closed his eyes sleepily: "Thank you."

"Then I won't disturb your rest."

The staff took another look at the boy's sleeping face, and gently closed the door.

The surroundings finally quieted down.

The humidifier was dripped with calming essential oils, and the drowsiness that had been strong was covered in waves.

Unable to bear the drowsiness and fell asleep for 5 minutes, Song Jianchu opened his eyes again.

He took out his cell phone.

Click on WeChat.

There was an unseen picture in the blank chat box before.

Song Jianchu sat up, propped his arms on his legs, ran his fingers through the messy forehead hair, with an annoyed and tangled expression.

The door lock rang suddenly, and someone pushed the door and entered.

The staff stopped outside in time: "Hey sir, I'm sorry this is the VIP lounge, the guest lounge is over there."

"Song Jianchu?"

"What a coincidence, I was looking for you."

Song Jianchu regained his normal expression, turned off the phone, and looked up lazily.

The male Internet celebrity with hair full of glue refused to leave, and said to the staff: "It's okay, I'm his friend, we can just use one room."

The staff looked at Song Jianchu hesitantly.

Song Jianchu: "I don't know."

Male internet celebrity: "."

The male Internet celebrity smiled and said, "Don't make trouble, I'm Yang Tong."

This man speaks too fast and has a bit of a tongue.

Song Jianchu's eyes were confused: "Alpaca?"

The staff couldn't help it: "Pfft."

"Yang, Tong." Yang Tong gritted his teeth and repeated, holding back his annoyance: "We were classmates in junior high school, we were in the same class before you skipped a grade, don't you remember?"

"Oh..." Song Jianchu had a vague impression.

The little guy who used to sit in the first row.

Song Jianchu crossed his legs and hugged his arms, with a bit of unintentional surprise on his face: "They have grown so tall."

Yang Tong: "..."

It's a good word, but why does it sound like you want to hit someone so much?

Seeing that the two knew each other, the staff closed the door.

Yang Tongzheng stepped forward with his tie, and looked at the person on the sofa with one hand in his pocket: "You boy, you really haven't changed at all."

Song Jianchu: "Is there something wrong?"

As if he didn't hear the indifference in Song Jianchu's words, Yang Tong began to recall the year by himself, and said with emotion: "It's been so many years since I saw you. I remember that you couldn't even afford to eat in the school cafeteria. We thought your family was too poor to open the pot." I didn't expect to become the richest man on Weibo now, you are very inspirational."

Song Jianchu was too lazy to open his mouth again, so he simply closed his eyes.

"I didn't expect you to become an Internet celebrity. I am also an Internet celebrity now, and I have millions of fans with live broadcasts. I used to @you before. You didn't reply to me, so maybe you didn't see it." Yang Tong sighed and said: "You It's so popular now, it's really not easy to see you."

Song Jianchu lowered his head slightly, as if he had fallen asleep.

After a pause, Yang Tong said, "I know you must still mind the past, so I just wanted to take advantage of this day to apologize to you."

"It was my fault to follow the trend and squeeze you out." Yang Tong scratched his head in shame. "It's not like you don't know the ethos of our school. Everyone is a snobbish person who plays with whoever has money. You didn't even You can't even eat, and you can change the refill of a pen until graduation, who would have thought that you are the young master of SUK Group..."

"By the way, I was taken aback when SUK went bankrupt some time ago. I was worried about you. Fortunately, you were not affected."

Song Jianchu frowned slightly.

"It's all the mistakes I made when I was ignorant when I was young. After so many years, don't worry about me." Yang Tong said with a smile: "Besides, you have never suffered from your temper. Didn't you call me an idiot several times back then? We're evenly matched."

After laying the groundwork for the long speech, Yang Tong cleared his throat, took out his phone, and got to the point: "How about we add a WeChat account? You can come to my live broadcast room if you have nothing to do..."

"so?"

Maybe it was a headache from the noise, but the person on the sofa finally opened his eyes.

The boy's eyes are light brown gold.

Song Jianchu rested his head on the back of the sofa with one hand and looked at him indifferently: "Have you changed anything now?"

Yang Tong was stunned.

Obviously he was the one standing, and he was not short, but somehow he had the illusion of being looked down upon.

Song Jianchu smiled lightly: "If I were the same poor man as before, would you come to apologize to me?"

"Look at what you said." Yang Tong smiled awkwardly: "They are all old classmates, there is no other meaning, so I came to you to catch up on the old days."

Song Jianchu indifferently issued the eviction order: "It's not convenient to entertain guests, so please invite them after you finish talking."

"..."

"That's fine." Yang Tong said with a dry smile: "You look a bit unwell, take a good rest. My Weibo is called 'Yang Tong is not a camel'. You can pay attention to it when you have time. Let's chat another day."

Afraid of offending this fellow senior again, Yang Tong walked out in dismay.

Just about to open the door, the door was knocked lightly twice.

The staff said outside: "Mr. Song, there are visitors."

Song Jianchu was impatiently sleepy, and the thick low air pressure permeated the room, and he was about to refuse in a deep voice: "No..."

"It's Mr. Mu Ye."

"Please come in."

Yang Tong: "..."

The staff opened the door from the outside.

Seeing the big stars outside, Yang Tong looked excited.

I didn't expect to come to find an old classmate, and to see the first brother in the music scene up close.

He was busy stretching out his hand respectfully: "Long admiration, Mu Tian Wang, hello, I am your fan!"

"Hello."

Mu Ye didn't seem to see his hand, he moved his eyes to look at the person on the sofa, and asked politely, "Excuse me?"

Tong Yang withdrew his hand without embarrassment, and warmly helped to receive him like his family members inside the door: "Don't disturb, don't disturb, I'm his classmate. We've finished talking about the old days, you can talk quickly."

"Congratulations." Speaking Yang Tong, he turned his head and sincerely congratulated: "In the past, you listened to Mu Tianwang's songs every day to do your exams, and for a while, your earphones broke and you failed to get full marks in the exam, and the teacher bought you earphones out of pocket. If you never forget, there will be echoes, congratulations, you finally succeeded in chasing stars!"

"I knew you could do it!"

Song Jianchu's eyelids twitched wildly, and his fists clenched.

Why didn't he kick this idiot out earlier? ? ?

The door is closed.

The headache noise finally subsided.

Song Jianchu leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes wearily.

No footsteps were heard, and a low and gentle voice sounded nearby.

"uncomfortable?"

Song Jianchu immediately opened his eyes and sat upright: "No."

He turned his head and looked at the person sitting on the single sofa next to him.

Behind the sofa is the floor-to-ceiling window, where the city lights can be seen at a glance, adding a soft edge of floodlight to the silhouette of the man.

With a similar background, the memory of that night came back clearly.

Various emotions of embarrassment are also recalled together.

Song Jianchu pursed his lower lip.

Mu Ye confirmed again gently: "Will it disturb your rest?"

Song Jianchu shook his head: "No."

Mu Ye smiled and said, "I want to talk to you about something, it won't be too long."

As if a primary school student was being talked to by the class teacher, Song Jianchu's attitude was correct.

Even if Mu Ye didn't come to him, he planned to apologize after the event.

"Okay." He was mentally prepared: "You say."

Mu Ye didn't speak, looked at his face for two seconds, then suddenly looked away and smiled.

Song Jianchu's expression relaxed, and he rarely looked a little dazed: "What's wrong?"

Mu Ye looked at him again: "Why are you so afraid of me? I look very fierce myself?"

Song Jianchu was stunned.

Before he could deny it.

Mu Ye said, "Don't you still want to fall in love with me?"

Song Jianchu's eyes froze.

Mu Ye narrowed his eyes slowly: "[-] million a day?"

Song Jianchu looked away.

Mu Ye raised his long legs lazily, looking at the funny reaction of the little fan.

Suddenly came the interest.

"Say something like that." Mu Ye suppressed his smile, and deliberately lowered his tone: "If I don't come to you, how do you want to deal with this matter?"

Closing his eyes, Song Jianchu bowed his head resignedly: "...I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Mu Ye gave a low "hmm".

"Learning to learn how to get drunk at a young age." Mu Ye looked indifferent, and asked, "Who did you drink so much with? The person who picked you up?"

"Ah."

"Did you feel bad the next day?"

"……Um."

"Will you still drink so much in the future?"

"Don't drink anymore."

Mu Ye said "hmm" in satisfaction.

Song Jianchu humbly looked at the pattern of the carpet, waiting for the criticism later.

Looking at the boy's soft hair, Mu Ye couldn't help but chuckled, and his tone softened: "Didn't you add WeChat, why didn't you contact me?"

After two seconds of reaction, Song Jianchu raised his head blankly: "?"

Are you asking him why he didn't take the initiative to apologize?

Mu Ye supported his face with a few fingers.

Once he became lazy, even a plain suit and shirt couldn't stop the man's evil spirit.

"I don't have much inspiration from my job recently, and I'm just looking for a part-time job that pays fast." Mu Ye said in a casual tone, "You haven't come to me, so I can only come to urge you."

"???"

The man's eyes are hazy and pale, but his lips are very red.

When he smiled softly, it was ambiguous and seductive.

"My lord, when do you plan to let me take up the post?"