After the rebirth, the real young master was kidnapped by the fake young master

Song Jiqiu was in a daze when he suddenly received the news that Xu Jiaping was going to study hard.

First of all, the thought of whether it was a typo or hacking, he bit his lip and sat at the desk pondered for a while, then clicked to send: [Really? ]

The other party also replied quickly: [Really. ]

The conversation ended here.

Song Jiqiu is a bit of a guy, in various senses.

For example, if a student who is always at the bottom of the grade suddenly tells you that he will study hard.No matter how close your relationship is, you can't help but wonder and worry about whether he can do it.

But Song Jiqiu firmly believed in Xu Jiaping's words.

[good. ]

He ended the conversation between the two with this sentence.

Both Song Jiqiu and Xu Jiaping are not people who love long speeches, and every conversation ends with a brief chat, but they can instantly understand the weight of those few words when they meet each other's eyes.

But online chatting can't see the other party's face, let alone let the other party know his eyes or movements.

Song Jiqiu stared at the screen for a long time, hesitant to reply too indifferently, and clicked the call with a twitch.

With a long beep, Song Jiqiu woke up and was in a hurry to hang up the phone.

As a result, the call was connected in the next second.

Xu Jiaping's voice was transmitted to his ears after a long distance, a little distorted, but still calm: "What's wrong?"

"Ah?" Song Jiqiu clenched his phone tightly, "Well, it's nothing, I clicked wrong."

"Haven't you rested yet?" Xu Jiaping asked.

Fearing that the call would disturb the students in the dormitory, he ran to the corridor, holding the railing with both hands.

Although it's September, it can be regarded as autumn, but the power of autumn tigers in the south remains undiminished, and it's a bit muggy.

"It's almost there." Song Jiqiu glanced at his watch, and before he knew it, the time had turned to eleven o'clock.

"I called you to tell you." He mustered up his courage. "I believe you can do it."

The person on the opposite side lowered his voice: "Yes."

The sound of the wind lingers in the ears, and the air is no longer restless, but the human heart is not necessarily.

Song Jiqiu covered his red ears, pretending that he couldn't hear what he said, and whispered quickly into the receiver: "Xu Jiaping, I miss you."

The person on the other side of the phone seemed unable to withstand such bold and sweet words, fell silent suddenly, breathed a few times in disorder, and replied very slowly: "Me too."

Then Song Jiqiu immediately hung up the phone, grabbed the phone and wondered why he suddenly said such words in a daze, thought for a long time without coming up with an answer, and ran back to the dormitory to sleep.

The competition training lasted for a week, and the gossip of the training class after a week has spread all over the world:

Qiushen, who has a good competition result in Rongcheng No. [-] Middle School, must have a partner!

Song Jiqiu would refute a few words at first, but then he just let them go.

By the time the training was over and the car was returning, the news had fermented that Song Jiqiu's girlfriend was as beautiful as a flower, as beautiful as a fairy, and he was fascinated by him. He was usually very smart and often smiled at his phone like a fool.

Fool Song Jiqiu: ... Is it my fault that I love to laugh?

With Song Jiqiu finally returning to school, the art festival of Rongcheng No. [-] Middle School is about to come as scheduled. The first year of senior high school is still young and ignorant, and the third year of senior high school is busy with studies, so the second year students have become the main force of the art festival. In addition to the above, each class of the second year of high school must compulsorily produce a program.

Coincidentally, the program drawn by Class [-] was a play.

Tao Ke prides himself on being an artist and voluntarily applies for the position of director.Yuan Lin thought he had the ability to organize, so he reluctantly took up the role of an assistant director.

After arguing for a long time, the two finally decided to decide on a theme. They staged a mixed version of tragedy and comedy that integrates ancient and modern Chinese and foreign such as Legend of the White Snake, Romeo and Juliet, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, and tried to ensure that as many people in the class participated as possible.

Although most people don't want to participate.

When Song Jiqiu came back, everyone was rehearsing in full swing.

Xu Jiaping was dressed in a crisp white shirt, with picturesque eyes, casually addressing his lines.

Xu Jiaping's grades are not good anywhere, except for English, which he has a nice British accent because he has been taught and studied in Song's family since he was a child.

"Juliet, by this bright moon, whose silver light paints the treetops, I swear..."

Xu Jiaping's eyelashes are thick and dark, naturally carrying a deep emotion.

The girl who played Juliet was also selected by lottery. Being swept away by Xu Jiaping like this means that there is no other meaning in her heart, but people's subconscious appreciation of beauty is shared.He also blushed slowly.

Even if Yuan Lin has always been displeased with Xu Jiaping, he still has to admit: "It's strange to attract bees and butterflies, tsk, who is it for?"

Tao Ke nodded sympathetically: "Boss has changed recently, how should I put it, he is quite peaceful."

Like a piece of ice that has more than half melted, Qing Lingling reflected a cold light, but it was softer than before.

It used to be that when Xu Jiaping was cold, it didn't affect a bunch of men and women to send him love letters, but recently the number of love letters has doubled.

"What are you talking about?" Song Jiqiu came back from the office, went around behind Yuan Lin, sat down on a chair and asked.

Yuan Lin rolled the A4 paper in his hand into a paper tube and knocked on Song Jiqiu to express his greetings. He raised his chin and pointed towards Xu Jiaping: "What about him, is he throwing a fit? He looks like a male vixen, covered all over Distribute courtship messages."

Song Jiqiu patted Yuan Lin's shoulder angrily, and looked up at the stage.

The evening light just hits a beam from the window to the stage, illuminating the floating dust in the air.Xu Jiaping's side face was shrouded in light and shadow, his outline was tall and straight, and his deep voice was like a cello at dusk.

Glancing from a distance, seeing Song Jiqiu's figure, he raised the corners of his lips slightly, revealing a small row of white and neat teeth.

The people lying on their stomachs by the windowsill burst into exclamations.

It is indeed the same as a male vixen.

"Look at it, I'll just say he's flirting, reading his lines carefully and playing tricks." Yuan Lin rolled his eyes and said bitterly.

Song Jiqiu is a person with such a good temper that he has no temper, and his mood rarely fluctuates, but at this moment, he can clearly feel the inexplicable discomfort in his heart, and he knows that this mood should be attributed to possessiveness.

He lowered his head and did not respond to Xu Jiaping.

The romantic drama has more or less touching scenes, especially when directors like Yuan Lin and Tao Ke are afraid of chaos.

"Listen to me, a hug should be added here, and a kiss scene is not too much!" Yuan Lin had bad intentions.

Tao Ke shook his head wildly: "Do you want the boss to kill us?"

But he was a little moved, and after a few seconds he asked guiltily, "Can he agree? Can the school pass the trial?"

Yuan Lin always only cares about his own happiness, regardless of the life and death of others: "There are policies at the top, and countermeasures at the bottom. Don't you want our drama to be a big success? Don't you want the whole school to cheer for us?"

Tao Ke was very moved, and he could already foresee the upsurge of discussion in the campus forum.

"Xueshen, what do you think?" He turned his head to ask Song Jiqiu's opinion symbolically.

Yuan Lin then turned his head and took a closer look, murmuring in his heart.

Why is his face so ugly?