Chosen unlucky guy

But no matter what, Young Master He's acting career officially started on the weekend.

The friends who had been tortured by him for several days were all rejoicing, wishing to put up a banner to see him off at the gate of his school; it also made He Jingle a little sad before he left, he glanced at the dormitory where he had just breathed a sigh of relief and sat down. Looking at the back of Yan Yu who was making chrysanthemum tea for himself, he thought for a while and said, "Yan Yu, if you don't want to part with me, you can come with me, and I'll take you in."

The latter was leisurely and leisurely, with his legs crossed, and his back immediately paused, and accidentally poured hot water all over the table, Yan Yu turned his head as if facing an enemy, with a very vigilant expression: "That's still not necessary."

The young master expressed his sadness, thinking that Yan Yu is really a duplicity person, just at this time, Xiang Kongshan sent him a message: [Le Tsai, when are you leaving? ]

He stood up again, poked the phone screen and replied: [I'm leaving now.What, want to be with me? ]

There was no reply for a long time. After a while, Yu Yehao sent him a message: [What did you send to Kongshan?After he sent you the message, he fell on a big horse while walking for no reason. ]

He Jingle: "..."

But Xiao He didn't give up and didn't give up. The friends who came to his door must not be let go. He pretended to be stupid: [Ah?What?I don't know, I just asked him if he would come to watch my recording program... Forget it, I thought about it, why should I ask him! ]

He secretly began to engage in some clique formation: [He doesn't understand our fashion, right!Hi Yu Ye, do you want to come?Let's go see the handsome guy! ]

Yu Yehao was also silent for a long time, and then said with the wrong lips: [...Hey, I suddenly remembered that the gas at home was not turned off, let's talk again! ]

"..."

Now Young Master He is really unconvinced, he thought, is it so difficult to watch him perform?Although his dance is a bit ugly, but he is handsome!Besides, there are more than 100 people, who can see it?The most important thing is encouragement, the encouragement from friends love!

He started to call his good friends one by one, but after asking around, even Ke Wenyao, who had just finished the game recently, refused in every possible way, and no one was willing to come.

And in just a short while of making a phone call, he has already reached the gate of the school. The sun in the imperial capital is exceptionally good today, and people who come and go on the road are all walking in groups. Only he stands by the roadside, like a lonely old man. , No one who passed by knew him well, and no one paid attention to him.

He was a little frustrated, and sighed at the top few people in the address book, and was the last one to open Xin Sui's dialog box, and asked without hope: [Brother Sui, I'm going to record a show today, do you want to watch it? ? ]

This is the first time he talked with Xin Sui seriously about his participation in this show. The content of the two chats before was only superficial. As for the record of the early rich second generation taming wild limbs , and never showed the other party a single time.

Young Master He refused to admit his subtle face-saving behavior, and until now he still firmly believed that he was just not that familiar with Xin Sui. The reason why he invited him today was only because there were more than 100 people. He guessed that he was not proficient. Maybe it will be hidden in the crowd; moreover, I really don't want to face it alone.

Unexpectedly, Xin Sui replied quickly, and only asked: [Where is the address? ]

Just five words, warm He Jingle all day.

He was like a coaxed husky, instantly swept away his depression. If there was a tail behind his buttocks, he would probably be able to wag and take off directly; Tweak it: [If you are busy, you don’t have to come! ]

Xin Sui didn't reply for a few minutes, and after a while, he directly dialed a phone call, and when he picked up, he said sorry: "Jing Le, when you said that, I just remembered, it seems that I really have a form to ask for today. Turn it in right away, so—”

He Jingle:!

Damn, look at your crow's mouth!

The invisible tail in the air drooped again, and he said with a sad voice: "Oh, it's okay. I know, well-known schools must be very busy."

He heard Xin Sui's very steady breathing from the receiver, and he didn't want to hang up the phone so much for a while, he just put one hand in his pocket, and kicked the pebbles on the side of the road unhappily, and he couldn't stand up. He stopped, knelt down and wiped his face with his hand, and said, "Then I'll hang up first..."

Xin Sui made a sound with him at the same time, but he was just laughing, and said very relaxedly: "Silly, I'm kidding you."

So Young Master He was stunned for a moment, he thought very hesitantly: What does this mean?A new type of refusal?

But the voice of the other party has been transmitted to his ear through the receiver very clearly: "I'm almost near the subway station, watch the route, don't worry, don't get on the wrong train, we'll see you there."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone very chicly, leaving only He Jingle alone, and after suddenly experiencing disappointment and joy, he uttered a short monosyllabic sound.

Is it his illusion?Why does Xin Sui seem different today from before?

But he didn't think about it that much, or he didn't want to think about other things subconsciously. For He Jingle, it was enough to have a comrade-in-arms at this moment so that he could not challenge the new world alone; As promised, he took the subway and changed trains all the way, and finally arrived near the place where the opening dance was recorded.

Xin Sui had already been waiting for him there, and when he saw him coming, he couldn't help laughing: "Why, are you still stupid?"

The other party stretched out a hand and snapped his fingers in front of the dazed He Jingle. There was a hint of woody fragrance on the stretched wrist, which made his heart beat a little faster, confirming once again that Xin Sui is not the same as before; Swallowing, the two walked side by side towards the main entrance, and after a while they couldn't help but say, "You look different today than before."

"Really?" Xin Sui smiled. He lowered his eyes, covered by his slender eyelashes, but there was no smile at all. He just touched his face following He Jingle's gaze, "Is it so obvious?"

His smile and tone of voice seemed to be exactly the same as before, so He Jingle was also a little uncertain for a while, and after a long silence, he replied very cautiously: "Well... now I don't see it anymore."

Xin Sui didn't answer for a long time, but when he was waiting for the security guard to verify his identity at the door, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Then do you think it's good or not?"

Young Master He couldn't see it, and was still a little puzzled: Can this be any good?

He used to think that Xin Sui was a good-natured person. Although he sometimes pretended to be angry, he always put on a smiling face whenever and wherever. Even when he got angry, it seemed like he was making some harmless joke; today he is a little sluggish. Bad, similar to the naughty boy who gave the teacher a headache when he was younger. Just a smile can set off ripples in the hearts of many people, and it will become a glimpse that will never go away many years later.

Both are good, both are pleasing, but for no reason, he just feels that both of them seem to be Xin Sui, and they seem to be neither.

He Jingle firmly believes that there is no eternally perfect person in this world. Even his own father, who is written in some inspirational composition materials, wears flowery underpants at home and snores loudly; Sui, is it the same?

But he didn't say anything, he just thought about it and said softly, "Okay, both are fine."

Xin Sui then laughed again, and the two walked into the shooting location. A little girl with braids and a peaked cap immediately opened her eyes and greeted them from a distance, leading them to the lounge, "Yes Mr. He?"

"...It's me." He Jingle was a little nervous, but in the next second, the little girl held his hand very familiarly, "You are finally here, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

After finishing speaking, he suddenly thought of something, and blinked very slyly: "Ziweixing!"

Xin Sui was at a loss: "What Ziweixing?"

Now He Jingle blushed completely. After all, bragging over the phone and bragging face to face in business are two different things. He hurriedly waved his hands: "No, nothing, nothing!"

The little girl of the assistant director was taken aback: "...ah yes, nothing!"

She blinked at He Jingle again, with a bewildered smile: "I understand, you have to keep the sense of mystery."

After finishing speaking, he went to greet other recording contestants on his own, leaving He Jingle and Xin Sui in place. The former really didn't want to face the slightly probing eyes of the people around him, so he took out his mobile phone and said bravely: "I... I'll watch the tutorial for a while."

He fled from Xin Sui's inexplicably benevolent eyes, and watched over and over again the nearly torn video in his mobile phone. He was surrounded by people he didn't know, standing together in twos and threes, wearing shirts of similar styles. Song clothing, probably other contestants.

They were all wearing makeup, and some of their eyeliner seemed to fly onto his face. He just watched half-heartedly for a while, and suddenly found that these people seemed to be centered on him, and slowly moved closer to him, as if they wanted to give him a hand. As if surrounded.

One of the people whose eyeliner was about to fly to his eyebrows couldn't help it, and was the first to talk to him: "Handsome guy, are you the 112th replacement?"

He Jingle didn't understand why he would be interested in her, but thinking that he might be a colleague for a while in the future, so he nodded: "Well, it's me, what's the matter?"

The few people who came around all laughed. The Young Master He who was surrounded in the center looked like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. He was wearing a famous brand. He looked like a rich young man, but his expression was innocent and blank: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, my surname is Lu, let's make friends." The man smiled again, and said meaningfully, "Your shirt is the latest Noone's season, I like this brand very much."

However, He Jingle is not stupid. Even though he often gets into awkward situations because of chasing friendship too much, he still knows very clearly at this time: People here cannot make friends, not only here, but in any environment where there are conflicting interests In China, I can't make friends.

So he just lowered his head and tugged at his clothes, and said indifferently, "Really? I bought it casually, so I don't know much about it."

The man was stunned, and was about to say more, when someone pushed aside the crowd and came over to call He Jingle, followed by Xin Sui: "Mr. He? Your rest room is over there, come with me, I'll take you to make up Change clothes."

"Make up," Young Master He felt a little apprehensive, touched his naturally beautiful face, and thought of the messy eyeliner and sequin eyeshadow he saw just now, he said worriedly, "Can I not wear eyeliner?"

His makeup artist was taken aback for a moment, and then he laughed: "Of course, your face is already perfect, you don't need that kind of thing, I just need to give you a little boost to your complexion."

Normally, He Jingle would have been ecstatic in his heart because of such a compliment, but today, his ears seemed to be particularly good. After hearing this sentence, Xin Yi let out a faint chuckle.

So his face turned red again like rotten tomato juice, he looked at the latter, and said with a little confidence: "Don't laugh, is it that funny?"

Xin Sui said "Sorry" in a low voice, but he couldn't help laughing again, and then said: "I just think the makeup artist is right."

"Is that so?" The young master felt beautiful again. He followed the other party's guidance and sat down on the stool in front of the makeup mirror, letting the makeup artist smear his face with a bunch of things he didn't know. Li bluntly said, "Then you are more discerning!"

He turned on his phone, refreshed his circle of friends idly, and suddenly stopped boasting halfway in his mouth. He was almost dumbfounded to see: On the interface just refreshed, Yu Yehao posted a new picture 5 minutes ago , and the background of that picture is familiar to him no matter how you look at it.

And there is also a text: [Come and visit the future big stars! /proud]

A hypothesis in his mind that the probability was close to zero now seems to suddenly jump to [-]%, because the other party just sent a message, voice, with a laughing voice, very lazy: "Brother Xiaole, where are you?" Woolen cloth?"

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Xin Sui: You can talk about anything, but can you stop comparing me with our dad?

[Maybe there will be more in a while!I'm typing hard on the keyboard!long wait~