Ba is always my career fan [entertainment]

At six thirty in the morning, a slender hand protruded from under the quilt.Mai Yanchen finally pressed the alarm clock hard when the 14th alarm clock sounded "Serving the Country with Loyalty".

"Well..." He turned over from the bed and sat up with difficulty, rubbing his throbbing forehead.Feeling the blood all over his body rushing up to the Tailing Cap, he felt uncomfortable and exploded to death in minutes.

Waking up early is the greatest torture in modern society.

none of them.

Mai Yanchen forcibly dragged his heavy body, finished washing slowly, and walked out of the master bedroom.

"Meow~" Xiao Mi, who was guarding outside, yelled in a drawn-out tone, begging for food from the excrement shoveler.

Yang Li's voice came from the second bedroom, "Brother Yan, are you awake? I wanted to feed Xiaomi breakfast, but there are too many cans at home. I don't know which one to open."

Mai Yanchen called Xiaomi's locker, opened the tab and replied at the same time, "It eats two meals a day in staple food cans, the kind in blue packaging."

In terms of 'raising dead animals', Yang Li, who has a very high talent point, asked, "There are two types of blue packaging. The canned tuna imported from Japan, or the canned beef, poultry and bird staple food from France?"

"Usually feed canned beef. Occasionally it gets angry and needs to be coaxed, and then open tuna." Mai Yanchen poured the canned food into the cat bowl.

Xiao Mi leaned over with her beautiful long tail, picked up the piece of meat in the can with her fangs, squinted her eyes and snorted.The white beard around its mouth was stained with food residues, and the emerald eyes were full of joy, and the image of the noble and elegant Somali race was gone.

Mai Yanchen rubbed its furry body vigorously.Only at this time, if you only care about the little things to eat, you will not show your sharp claws at him.

The decompression exercise of stroking cats is over, and Mai Yanchen's flurry of getting up has finally passed.

He walked into the dining room following the scent, and there were two fried eggs and milk placed by the window.

The sweet milk was warm and steamed with a misty white.The omelette was well cooked on both sides and lightly browned around the edges.

Mai Yanchen, who likes to eat soft-boiled eggs and drink iced pure milk, fell into thought:

Should we adjust our food preferences to match our little idols?

The first two times when we ate at home, Yang Li deliberately waited until he sat down before moving his chopsticks.

Mai Yanchen also liked the feeling of having someone to eat with, so he stayed in the dining room and had a conversation with him, "Speaking of which, can you understand Japanese and French?"

The canned cat food in the cupboard is all directly imported from the country of origin, and there is no Chinese translation on the package.Japanese is mixed with Chinese characters, which is easier to understand.

Ke Yangli can clearly tell the type of canned food produced in France.

"Yeah. I often listen to songs in foreign languages. In order to understand the lyrics, I learned a little bit." Yang Li hasn't been to school for a long time, and it takes time to pack his schoolbag.

He finally stuffed the books and stationery he needed into his schoolbag, carried it on his shoulder and hurried into the dining room.

Mai Yanchen's eyes fell on him, and his eyes suddenly became dark.

The little students were wearing ordinary, mediocre, and particularly rustic blue and white color-block sports uniforms.Relying on that overly outstanding face, he forced the school uniform to convey the style of the new season's top luxury fashion.

The sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, revealing the white and well-proportioned forearm, with perfect and smooth lines.The zipper of the coat was unzipped, and he was wearing a white short sleeve with hand-painted sunflowers printed on it.The waistband is tied with a bow, and the excessively long ties hang down loosely.

Yang Li's fluffy black hair looked quite soft, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose neutralized the bewitching eyes of the fox.

He was wearing a backpack neatly.

The image immediately changed from a shining little idol to a good student who is making progress every day.

"Brother Yan, are you waiting for me?" Yang Li sat on the seat opposite him, and found that Mai Yanchen's breakfast was still on the table by himself.

"En." Mai Yanchen calmly responded.

"You also think eating breakfast alone is lonely?" Yang Li picked up the chopsticks and poked the golden egg yolk, "My fried eggs are delicious, and I can get five-star praise!"

"Mmm, it's delicious." Mai Yanchen took a bite and complimented him with dignity.

As soon as he finished speaking, he met Shang Yangli's clear eyes that could see through everything.

Yang Li pursed his lower lip, bending it in a strange arc.

"What's wrong?" Mai Yanchen felt that his expression was very strange.

"Actually, you don't think it's delicious at all." Yang Li took a sip from the milk cup, licked off the white milk froth on the corner of his mouth, and said with a light smile, "Brother Yan is really a gentle person."

Mai Yanchen had heard various evaluations in his life, and it was the first time someone called him 'gentle'.

The one who is really gentle should be Yang Li, right?

"I'll cook soft-boiled eggs for you tomorrow." Yang Li blinked and said with a smile, "You don't have to accommodate me. If you said it yesterday, you can eat half-boiled eggs today."

Tsk, it must be that talkative Wen Jiu.Mai Yanchen silently greeted the [-]th generation of his ancestors, and forced to maintain the majesty of the cold noodle boss, "Occasionally want to change the taste, not to accommodate you."

Yang Li's smile became more obvious, and he didn't let it go, he quickly finished his breakfast.

The villa is far from Yang Li's high school, and it takes at least half an hour to drive there.

The two finally walked out of the villa after eating and drinking, and it was past 7:20.Based on the [-]:[-] morning reading class, Yangli would have to be late on the first day of returning to school.

When I was a student, it was common to be late.Ke Yangli is a good student with regular schedule and strict requirements on himself.

From kindergarten to the third year of high school, I have never been late for class without reason.

"It's okay, the morning reading class teacher is not very strict, I will explain to the head teacher." Yang Li put the watch on his hand and glanced at the time.

When he comforted Mai Yanchen, his brows were slightly frowned.

The head teacher in the third year of high school is very fierce, so he doesn't care why the students are late.No matter who is late, he will be punished to stand outside the classroom.

If it was placed in the first few months, it would be punished to stand.

After all, Yang Li is someone who has shown his face on TV. On the first day back to school, he is wearing his schoolbag and facing the wall, thinking about it, it is embarrassing to think about it.

"Yang Li." The culprit who directly caused Yang Li to be late decided to make amends.

Mai Yanchen called Yang Li who was about to get into the Spyder car, and took out the key to open the Bugatti in the corner of the garage.

"Come on, are you motion sick?" Mai Yanchen held the steering wheel and checked the remaining fuel of the sports car.

Fortunately, at least 10 minutes is enough.

Yang Li ran over with a small schoolbag on his back, climbed into the passenger seat obediently, shook his head and replied, "I'm not dizzy."

"Then, fasten your seat belt." As soon as the words fell, the Bugatti, which could reach a top speed of more than [-] kilometers per hour, rushed out at a low-altitude flying speed.

Fortunately, it was seven o'clock in the morning, before the rush hour for work, and the road conditions were not congested on a large scale.

Mai Yanchen is quite familiar with the surrounding road conditions, and he specially chooses roads with no speed limit and little traffic to fully display the performance of top sports cars.

The excessive speed made it difficult for Yang Li to parry, he opened the window to get some air, the wind blowing in was as heavy as a hammer.

He hastily closed the window again, sat obediently in his seat and did not dare to talk to Mr. Yan, fearing that chatting would distract the driver and lead to an irreversible tragedy.

Fifteen minutes later, a familiar teaching building appeared in front of Yang Li.He unbuckled his seat belt, his whole body shrouded in shock of recovering his life.

It has been a long time since Mai Yanchen tried to maintain a speed of [-] kilometers per hour, racing at seven o'clock in the morning.

He turned to ask, "Are you scared?"

"A bit. But it's exciting." Yang Li glanced at his watch, the time was 07:05.He sighed in disbelief, "I have learned a lot, so the car can run so fast."

"Actually, it can be faster. I have tried the top speed before." The artist is somewhat crazy beyond reality. When Mai Yanchen was young, he liked sports cars for a while, as if he was desperate.

Yang Li got out of the car, bent his head in and said, "Then I really want to try."

"Next time, I'll find a flat road and take you for a ride." Mai Yanchen didn't dare to take him to death, after all, the little idol is so young.

"Okay!" Yang Li smiled and waved at him, "Be careful when you go back, don't drive so fast."

"Yes." With the attention of the idol, Mai Yanchen kept the speed below [-] on the way back, and the bus behind was honking at him anxiously.

Bugatti, whose selling point is speed per hour, let him press down on the speed so much that the top sports car almost cried aggrievedly.

Yang Li mixed in with the classmates who were rushing to school, and walked briskly into the classroom of Class 7 of Senior Three.

There is still 10 minutes to ring the bell. In the messy classroom, classmates who haven't seen in months are busy eating breakfast, chatting, and making up homework.

After a long absence, seeing a familiar scene again, Yang Li froze in place, in a dream.

"Hey, don't get in the way!" The boy who was in a hurry to enter the classroom pushed him away, turned his head and was about to say something.Seeing his face clearly, showing unbelievable horror, he shouted at the top of his voice, "Yang Li!"

As soon as the voice came out, the other students in the class all came over.

"Fuck! Yang Li is back!"

"You lively star, I have to find a way to get him to sign for me!"

Everyone in the class knew about Yang Li taking a break from school to participate in "Catching the Stars for You".Even in the midst of busy senior year, everyone took the time to pay attention to their classmates' news and vote for him.

During the four months, everyone got used to watching him sing and dance on TV.

Seeing real people, on the contrary, creates a sense of distance.Even the few boys who usually play well with Yang Li are separated by two tables and dare not approach easily.

Under the eyes of his classmates, Yang Li walked to his seat in the penultimate row, unloaded his schoolbag and put it in a drawer.

"Feng Er, I'm back." He greeted Feng Zhe at the same table.

Yang Li and Feng Zhe have been classmates for six years, shared the same table for three years, and even worshiped him when they were young and ignorant. They can be regarded as his best friends in school days.The last time he was caught in a plagiarism incident, he asked Feng Zhe to help release the account information.

Feng Zhe was born at two o'clock in the morning on February [-]nd, and everyone used to call him Feng Er.

"Yo, you finally think of Xia Yuhe from Class [-], Grade [-]." Feng Zhe got up with a yawn, and leaned over to put his arm on Yang Li's shoulder, "You are so lucky, the second round of mock exams just ended, this math problem Hard to explode!"

The students around thought it was unreal that Feng Zhe would actually talk to a big star like that.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Li, who everyone is very familiar with and who is unlovable when it comes to mathematics, asked, "How difficult is it to be a second model?"

"You can get sixty points, it's as difficult as I kneel down and call you grandpa." Feng Zhe took out the crumpled test paper and threw it all in front of him, "You can read it for yourself."

Yang Li rummaged through the pile of test papers to find mathematics, and quickly browsed the contents of the entire test paper.When he saw the conic section equation, he closed the test paper with a 'slap' and pushed it back to Feng Zhe.

"I'm still young, don't let me watch such scary things." What the hell, he couldn't even understand the title.

Feng Zhe smiled gloatingly, and waved the test paper in front of Yang Li's eyes twice more, "What's the use of you avoiding it now? In the first math class, the teacher will explain the paper, and I'll share it with you."