Chosen unlucky guy

The hot wind at the end of summer slowly passed between the two of them, gently brushing the ends of Xin Sui's hair, covering his ears with a hint of red, he opened his mouth, feeling at a loss for what to do, and walked slowly Ask back: "What did you call me just now?"

Ah, love, heartbeat.

He Jingle lost his embarrassment, tilted his head and repeated: "Huh? Brother?"

Xin Sui blushed even more: "...um."

This made He Jingle excited. As we all know, the genes of the old He family were innately written with the four characters of "insight to make progress". The young master who accidentally opened the door to the new world is like a walking Bluetooth speaker, circling Xin at 360 degrees without dead ends. Call: "Brother! Brother, brother!"

"..."

Ah, love, from heartbeat to heart attack.

"elder brother--"

Finally, Xin Sui couldn't bear it anymore, and when He Jingle was about to open his mouth again, he squeezed his mouth.

Xiao He, whose mouth became flat like a duckling, was still bewildered, but there was a clear smile in his eyes, and the two looked at each other. In the end, Xin Sui was defeated first, and soon He sighed for a long time, feeling a little frustrated: "Jing Le,"

He said: "Can you say that, it's really like a big rooster, it feels like you're going to rush me to plow the land."

"……what!"

The two took a ride back to school—it’s no wonder Senior Xin, who hadn’t planned for a rainy day, only asked for half a day’s leave when he went out, and now he had to go back to work for Qu Guanyu; He Jingle had nothing to do, so he sat with him to University B and said goodbye at the school gate At that time, the hopeless little He started pawing the concrete floor with his toes again. He was a little bit reluctant, but he was too embarrassed to say it directly, and he thought it was a very roundabout way to ask:

"Xin Sui, can I still come to see you tomorrow?"

"No," Xin Sui said coldly, "You have three or four classes tomorrow afternoon."

Young Master He was furious: "How did you know it again! Who sold my schedule!"

In a studio far away, Yu Kangzhe sneezed suddenly.

But of course Xin Sui would not betray his teammates easily. Faced with He Jingle's obvious displeasure, he just smiled and said, "Wait until the class is over, okay? I'll pick you up for dinner after class. There are still limited nights on Qingchuan Road tomorrow." It seems that there are only ten places in the country to do the market parade, and the imperial capital is the last stop, so I think it will be very interesting."

"Really?"

He Jingle was a little interested, and agreed meaningfully; he answered yes, and turned his head to leave, but his back was still dejected—if there was a tail, it would have drooped to the ground by now.

Hey, what a poor puppy.

Xin Sui watched helplessly as he dawdled for 5 minutes and walked less than two and a half meters away, laughing inwardly, so he urgently stopped: "Jing Le, wait a minute."

"What are you doing?" Young Master He quit, "You told me to wait and I'll wait. The rhubarb next door to our house has never been ordered like this before!"

"Uh, rhubarb is...?"

"The neighbor's golden retriever!"

He Jingle turned his head aggressively, trying to pretend that he was not happy, but failed to hide it, with big white teeth bared under his ferocious brows, and he rushed back chatteringly: "Okay, okay, I'm here!... just know you're leaving Don't leave me!"

Xin Sui was hit by his head and took two steps back, turned his head and coughed twice, finally couldn't hold back his laughter, and nodded generously: "Well, I can't live without you."

Young Master He couldn't fix it now, he opened his lips in a daze, and recovered his voice: "Ah... oh."

He poked Xin Sui's ribs, and when he lowered his head, the latter could see a soft and neat twist of hair: "Then, what else do you want to do?"

"What are you doing?" Xin Sui seemed to be thinking, so he waited for the next sentence very seriously. The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and finally heard Xin Sui say, "It seems that there is nothing to do. I see you go, no I'm willing to spend 5 more minutes with you."

There was a buzzing sound in his head, white smoke gradually came out, and the computer shut down.

Young Master He, who was like a fried hedgehog, was smoothed out bit by bit by senior Xin; the agreed 5 minutes had passed, but neither of them mentioned it first, and they squatted on the road doing nothing. While watching the ants move, he went to touch the bright lines of the green leaves on the bushes. After a long time, He Jingle apologized sullenly: "I'm sorry, Xin Sui, I've made a bad mistake again."

"It's ok."

After squatting for too long, Xin Sui's legs were numb. He stood up, kicked his knees, and stroked He Jingle's hair like a child: "No one stipulates that this is a kind of mistake. I know, sometimes, You just want something to do, don't you?"

He Jingle followed his words and thought for a while, then nodded and admitted: "Maybe.... Besides, I don't have anything else to do. Once people become boring, they will be annoying, I know."

"How could that be?" Xin Sui laughed, "Besides, how long have you known me? Before that? What were you doing when you didn't meet me?"

"Waiting for you."

He Jingle suddenly became serious: "Xin Sui, I have been waiting for you to come."

"..."

Stared at by the bright eyes of the other party, Xin Sui was rarely stuck. He didn't know how to answer, just like sometimes when he faced He Jingle's overly straightforward and passionate feelings, he would subconsciously want to escape first and wait for the time to put them first. Diluted; it was the same this time, his breathing was stagnant, and he tilted his head after a long time, his eyelids drooped, and he laughed inaudibly: "You're just talking stupid."

"What's next?" Xin Sui dismissed the topic with ease, "Now that I'm here, what else do you want to do?"

Fortunately, Master He's brain is not bigger than a walnut, and he can't turn around when thinking about difficult problems, otherwise he might have to worry about this kind of argumentation on the topic of love and waiting; he was stumped by Xin Sui's last question, as if he was As if facing this life-related problem squarely, after a while, I honestly said: "I want to be a person who can contribute to the country."

"..."

Xin Sui was stunned, and felt that the black characters were getting redder and redder. Luckily, he hadn't forgotten what he wanted to say, and after being dazed for a long time, he took over the other party's words and continued: "Well...not bad, Isn’t this great? So this little comrade, if he wants to contribute to the country, he must study hard first?”

"Is it necessary to study in order to make a contribution?" He Jingle couldn't help interjecting, "Isn't it good if I go to the side of the road to pick up trash?"

"……no!"

I couldn't bear it anymore, I couldn't bear it anymore, beating the child on a sunny day was also idle, Xin Sui had a small vein popping out of his forehead, and was about to speak, to let the little boy know what blind optimism is not advisable; He Jingle's phone rang again suddenly, and , I don’t know who is so face-saving, and can be set an exclusive color ring by Young Master He. At this time, the two of them heard a noisy female voice fluttering in the wind at the same time: "Ziweixing! Ziweixing! Ziweixing!"

What is Ziweixing, it sounds familiar!Senior Xin was at a loss.

He Jingle answered the phone without changing his expression amidst a burst of yelling: "Hello?"

"Ziweixing!" The female voice that is exactly the same as the ring bell called, "Are you free tonight! Our show will be released soon, thank you for your help at that time, please come and see it!"

The phone was hung up, leaving behind a rush busy tone, Xin Sui was still blindfolded, so that he didn't think about it for a moment: "What program?"

"Produce 111."

He Jingle lowered his head and fiddled with the phone. After a few seconds, he raised the phone in front of him with an innocent expression. On social platforms, #create111首集# was the most searched.

Followed by an entry: #create 111 pioneer dance#.

"I don't know who will be lucky enough to debut." Young Master He sighed regretfully, "But...it definitely won't be me!"

He laughed ha ha ha.

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Le, do you think there are too many elements, I beg you, stop talking. (close eyes