TFboys Midsummer Fleeing Years

In the morning, a ray of sunlight illuminates Yang Ziyin's dark room, and for some reason, she is in a particularly good mood today.Get up and run.It should be because the first day of school is a holiday, so I don't go to school that day.

"Squeak..." the door opened, and Wang Junkai, who was waiting for the elevator, saw Yang Ziyin coming out from behind the door. It turned out that she had the same habit as himself.

"Hey, you are going for a run so early." Yang Ziyin didn't know what to say when she saw Wang Junkai when she went out, she just greeted with a smile.

"Well, you too." The two smiled awkwardly, and to be honest, they really had nothing in common.

When running, the two just ran side by side. It should be because the runners are usually the elderly and uncles, so Wang Junkai was not found. (Kids nowadays are lazy)

"Do you want to have breakfast together?" The two people who finished the run should talk about food because they really have nothing to talk about.

"Well, okay!" Yang Ziyin couldn't refuse, so she had to go to have breakfast with him, well, it's almost noon.After eating, Yang Ziyin had to go to the company to find the reporter.

Eating, eating, eating, eating, eating, eating. (Don't ask why you don't talk, as the saying goes, you can't talk when you eat and sleep)

"Well, I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first." The two chatted for a while after eating, and Yang Ziyin thought about the reporter. (Don't ask me what they talked about, I don't know either.)

"Well, goodbye." The two walked to both sides one after another, but they didn't know that the world was round and they would meet again in the future.

"This should be Huanrui Century." Yang Ziyin looked at the tall building in front of her, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

The knock on the door made the reporter Jin inside overjoyed. If she let him go, Gongfu would definitely treat him to squid.

"I'm here to report, hello." Yang Ziyin looked nervous at the leader of Huanrui Century.

"Fill out this form." A middle-aged man handed a piece of information paper to Yang Ziyin. He is still very satisfied with this girl, who can be regarded as the most outstanding among all the trainees.I just don't know what talent I have.

Yang Ziyin took a look at the information sheet, it was all basic information, and she didn't have any privacy for herself.

Name: Yang Ziyin

Gender: Female

Birthday: 2001.7.9

Height: 168cm

Weight: XNUM X kg

School: Chongqing No.[-] Middle School

Talents: Piano, singing, dancing, violin, Chinese brush

Yang Ziyin finished filling out the information and handed it to the boss of the formula. After reading Yang Ziyin's basic information, a smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, sign the contract if there is no problem." The man took a file from the drawer and gave it to Yang Ziyin.

Yang Ziyin read the file twice and signed the contract when she felt that there was no problem.

"Then come over during your vacation and let's discuss about your debut." The boss handed over a file to Yang Ziyin.

"Well, okay, if there's nothing else, I'll go first." Yang Ziyin took the file and walked out.

Tomorrow is going to school, and I have to buy some school supplies. Yang Ziyin went to a stationery store and bought some pens. The pens made Yang Ziyin unable to leave her eyes.

The pen was pure black with a rose pattern engraved on it, which was simply called black rose.Very well thought out.Yang Ziyin took down the pen, paid the money, and left. Wang Junkai, who came to buy stationery, watched the girl secretly.

In the morning, because the time to go to school is the same, so by coincidence, I met Wang Junkai again.

"Hehe, what a coincidence, you also go to school at this time." Yang Ziyin could only talk to him in order to ease the embarrassment, but in fact, she was unwilling in her heart.

"Well, it's quite a coincidence," so the two walked to the school together without speaking.

"Ah, Master Kai is here, who is that girl next to him?" A group of nympho girls screamed and chirped.