Mistress Her Brother [Transmigration Book]

The two big men fell down at the same time, and the movement was not small.The nearby crowd turned their heads to see what happened. They looked around the long table for a long time, but they saw nothing, only the hanging corner of the white tablecloth was swaying slightly.

Didn't see any exciting scenes, people quickly forgot about the strange noise, and turned their attention to the light beams wandering in the field. The climax of the dance was not over yet, and the atmosphere was getting more and more exciting.

No one would have thought that amidst the cheers of the audience, there were two people hiding under the white cloth covering the long table.

The moment Song Mo fell to the ground, he subconsciously pulled Nie Ziye into the white curtain. Perhaps it was a habitual reflex after becoming an assistant to a celebrity. He was worried that this movement would attract everyone's attention.

——If the lighting engineer brightens the light in the venue, then everyone in the venue will know about Nie Ziye's fall at the Halloween ball, and maybe the group of paparazzi who "became famous after a fall" I still don't know how to write about him!

"Hmm..." Nie Ziye was suddenly dragged under the table by him, and in a panic, he was in a daze, unable to see clearly, his chin hit a hard object, and he accidentally bit his tongue.

"What's wrong?" Song Mo also rubbed his head and turned his head. In the narrow space, he didn't dare to make too much movement, and his voice was soft, "Where did you hit?"

"...your head." Nie Ziye said vaguely, his mouth was full of rust.

"I know, the back of my head hurts too." Song Mo raised his hand to take off the werewolf mask on his face, groped in the dark and took off Nie Ziye's butterfly mask again, put his hand on his face and carefully Rubbing for a while, "What I'm asking is where does it hurt?"

Nie Ziye grabbed his hands that were touching his face, and pulled them away a little: "Don't touch randomly, let me take it easy."

The voice was low and obviously hoarse, and I don't know if it was because of the biting of the tongue, or something else. In short, this voice successfully made Song Mo honest.

If the light wasn't too dark, Nie Ziye might still be able to see the tips of Song Mo's red ears.

There was still lively music playing outside, but the place separated by a tablecloth was so quiet that no one spoke for nearly half a minute.

Nie Ziye was still holding Song Mo's wrist, and the two were facing each other, lying under the table. The temperature in the stuffy space was gradually rising, and even the sound of breathing could be heard, but neither of them moved.

After a while, Nie Ziye's eyes adapted to the darkness, and he was able to catch Song Mo's outline through the faint light leaking in from outside.The boy was leaning on his chest, as long as he lowered his head, he could...

"Someone is here!"

Song Mo quickly backed Nie Ziye.He pricked up his ears to listen to the movement outside, just in time to hear the sound of a pair of high-heeled shoes stepping on the lively music.

"Let's go first." Nie Ziye made a quick decision and asked Song Mo to climb out from the other side of the table, followed by him, quietly hiding behind the table.

A girl who dressed herself as Little Red Riding Hood was walking towards the long table, took a drink from the table, and quickly joined the crowd in the carnival.

Song Mo narrowed his eyes.Maybe it was because he felt guilty and short of breath when he saw his sister when he was too intimate with Nie Ziye in the game, but now he sees a girl with a similar figure and feels a bit like Song Xing.

This is not worth it.

He and Nie Ziye obviously have nothing, even if they did something... it was all caused by people making a fuss, so why should he be guilty?

Song Mo took a deep breath and wanted to stand up confidently, but Nie Ziye pulled his sleeves and pointed his fingers in a certain direction.

This time, the person walking towards the long table was really Song Xing. She walked in front of Bai Fangchen, her pace was a little faster: "I seemed to see Xiao Mo around here before turning off the lights. Why can't I find anyone in such a short time?"

As she spoke, she looked around, and Song Mo was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head under the table.

"I seem to have seen Ah Ye just now, but it probably wasn't him." Bai Fangchen picked up the drink on the table, first handed Song Xing a cup, and then took a sip of the cup in his hand, "He is a star after all, There will be scruples."

"Really?" Song Xing's face was a bit puzzled, "I think he is very down-to-earth, he came to our house specially for Xiao Mo that day, and that time I was almost... He also helped a lot Busy. I am very grateful to Nie Ziye, but I have no chance to thank him properly."

"I don't think Ah Ye would care about these vain gifts." Bai Fangchen looked at her deeply, his eyes were so gentle that water dripped out, "Or next time I see him, I'll tell you for you, lest you always miss it."

Song Xing was so stared at by him, he lowered his head a little embarrassedly, and couldn't help but said: "I want to thank myself, it would be insincere to ask you to do it for me."

"Is there any difference between you and me?" Bai Fangchen put down the drink in his hand and held her hands.

Song Xing quickly shook his head.She had a stupid mouth and didn't know how to appease a sensitive lover, so she hurriedly comforted him, her words were in the wrong order, and she even uttered subconscious confessions such as "I really like you".

Bai Fangchen smiled more and more as he listened, like a child who stole candy.

Nie Ziye rubbed his arms: "...I never thought that Bai Fangchen in love would be such a mentally handicapped person."

Song Mo huddled under the table and patted him on the shoulder: "You only realize that you are very happy now. It took me a long time to get used to the two of them."

The two looked at each other, as if they had agreed, bowed their waists together, walked slowly from the edge of the table, raised the black vampire cloak to cover their faces, and left the venue secretly in the darkness.

The students distributing masks at the door had disappeared. Song Mo and Nie Ziye took off their cloaks as soon as they went out, and ran out of the cafeteria.

It wasn't until they ran under the streetlight, panting on their knees, that they raised their heads, looked at each other and laughed again.

The light from the street lamps was so bright that even the fine hairs on people's faces could be seen clearly.The light fell on the boy's eyelashes, casting a piece of fine light and shadow, like a small brush gently scratching in his heart.

Probably because of the weekend, there were only the two of them on this road. After making sure that no one would see it, Song Mo reached out and pinched Nie Ziye's jaw: "Open your mouth and see, where did you hurt just now?"

"No need..." Nie Ziye was about to refuse, but Song Mo took out a tongue depressor from someone's bag, tore off the sterilized package and put it in his mouth.

The icy cold touch made Nie Ziye instinctively retract his tongue, and the wound accidentally touched the tongue depressor, making a "hiss" in pain.

"The bite is not light, just go back and spray some Yunnan Baiyao, and be careful not to eat irritating food." Song Mo looked at the streetlight carefully, with a focused and serious expression.

Nie Ziye waited for him to finish reading, then bit the tongue depressor, and said vaguely: "Have you seen it, can you take this away?"

Song Mo withdrew his hand and nodded obediently at him.

Nie Ziye threw the tongue depressor into the trash can and asked him, "Why are you carrying that with you?"

"You mean this?" Song Mo took out a large handful of tongue depressors from his trouser pocket, and seeing Nie Ziye's expression was a little stiff, he smiled and said, "I think it's a waste to throw away extras after class. , Just take it home and use it as a popsicle stick."

Nie Ziye: "..."

It's quite economical.

When it comes to class, Song Mo couldn't help complaining to him about the busy work in the class recently: "Isn't registration for the sports meeting voluntary? How can I force others to register? I don't know how to play, so I didn't go there to hinder them ?"

"What kind of ball?" Nie Ziye asked.

"Volleyball." Song Mo squeezed out these two words with difficulty, as if casting a shadow on these two words.

Nie Ziye was stunned: "Aren't you playing basketball?"

"Our school has an inter-school basketball game, which is based on the college, and it is not included in the sports meeting. I didn't apply for the rest of the events. I only have this volleyball. It is said that it is a group event. Everyone wants to go." After Song Mo finished speaking, he paused for a moment, and then whispered, "Class [-] and Class [-] jointly signed up. There are seven boys in the two classes together, and there are exactly six boys on the field and one substitute."

Song Mo almost didn't fight with the sports committee in order to fight for the substitute position. In the end, the sports committee pulled him to the door of the second class, pointed to a buddy sitting in the front row with a plaster cast on his hand, and said, "Look at him, and touch him again." Your conscience, do you have the nerve to let a disabled person start?!"

Song Mo was silent for a few seconds, and asked him: "Is it too late for me to get a plaster cast..."

The answer is definitely no, otherwise the sports committee will tear him up.

Nie Ziye suppressed a smile while listening, he rubbed Song Mo's hair: "How about I teach you how to play volleyball if I come back in time?"

"You can even do this?" Song Mo turned to look at him.

"...It's nothing difficult, I've learned physical education in elementary school." Nie Ziye said uncertainly.

He sometimes feels that Song Mo knows a lot of unpopular knowledge, more than people of the same age or even older than him, but sometimes Song Mo will get stuck on some common sense issues, and worrying about it is not a worry for others matter.

But it was Song Mo like this that made people feel that he was the only one in the world.

Seeing Song Mo's depressed expression, Nie Ziye hurriedly said again: "The teaching of physical education is different in every school. Maybe your school didn't teach it seriously. It doesn't matter. Volleyball is easy to learn."

"Really?" Song Mo's eyes lit up.

"Yeah." When stared at by the young man's bright eyes, Nie Ziye's mood was as if he was being illuminated by the sun, and his heart was warm, "Learn from Teacher Nie, and you can become a master after just one class."

Song Mo also joked, "Then I would like to thank Mr. Nie first."

……

It was agreed that Nie Ziye would come back to "teach" in mid-November, and the two parted ways.

Early the next morning, Lu Xiaodong drove and waited at the gate of the University City, and then the two boarded the plane to Guoshi together.There were so many fans who came to the airport to pick them up, and the media wanted to put the camera on Nie Ziye's face, but he was uncharacteristically not leaving quickly. He even stopped to sign a few autographs for the fans, and answered the reporter's questions with a microphone. question.

Although the answer was very official, the reporters got Nie Ziye's response after all. After returning, they edited the news that "the official promotional activity of "Special Pursuit" has officially started" and rushed to release it.

Someone even wrote: Nie Ziye appeared at a certain airport a few days ago and looked in a good mood. It is expected that Director Li's movie will occupy the top box office this time, and Nie Ziye's value may increase again.

After leaving the airport, even Lu Xiaodong couldn't help asking him: "Are you in a good mood today?"

"It's not bad." Nie Ziye rolled up the car window, rubbed his fingertips on the phone screen, and stayed on the text message Song Mo sent him.

Although there was only the short word "Come on", he just stared at it for several minutes, and the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.

At the same time, the "Ganoderma Cup" design competition that Song Xing participated in also entered the finals.

On the day of the finals, the organizer will hold a large-scale clothing exhibition, inviting famous models to show the works of the shortlisted designers.Designers are involved in all garment design, fabric selection, sewing and other details.

The dress that Song Xing wore to the prom was one of her candidate works, but it was not the one she chose to participate in the final round of competition.

There will be rehearsals before the finals, where designers can see how their garments will look on models and make final adjustments.

Bai Fangchen originally promised Song Xing that he would accompany her to the rehearsal, but he couldn't come due to something, Song Mo volunteered, "I'll accompany you."

Song Xing looked at him with a slightly surprised expression: "Why did you suddenly say that you were coming to accompany me? Didn't it be too late to hide from me before?"

Really, she couldn't tell, her brother thought she was too wordy some time ago, so when he saw her, he took a detour!

Song Mo blinked and looked at her innocently: "Is there, why don't I remember?"

Song Xing didn't like his little milk dog's appearance the most, so he had to let him go to the rehearsal scene.The finished work of her work has been handed over to the organizer in advance, and today I just come to see the effect of the upper body of the model.

However, as soon as he entered the venue, Song Xing found that there were several eyes staring at him, all of which were strange, and there were doubts and contempt in some of the more obvious eyes.

Song Xing's complexion darkened immediately, she always felt that something bad was about to happen.

Sure enough, when she came backstage, she heard one of the models screaming: "I've got a shirt bump! Who doesn't know how embarrassing it is in a catwalk show? Anyway, if you want to go out, go out. I won't kill you!" Willing to take the stage."

The other model who was accused of having her shirt bumped stood awkwardly at the door, and when she saw Song Xing coming, she seemed to have seen a savior, and her eyes couldn't help but glisten: "Xiao Xing! This... I don't know what's going on, her Why are the clothes so similar to mine..."

When she yelled, the models in the backstage all turned their heads. Song Xing also saw the model in the crowd clamoring for a shirt, and Cheng Lu, who was smiling strangely beside the model.

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