"God, being able to sign means that you have this strength. Sister Yin, you are really hidden."
"It's great, when you get hot in the future, you have to take me to drink spicy food!"
"It's okay now. I just want to improve my dancing skills, and I have no interest in being an idol."
"This is not possible. There must be many beautiful girls and elder brothers in this entertainment company. If you are such a Buddha, they will have one less opponent. So many people are vying to move forward. If you don't stand up, others will treat you. Left behind, does your company still want you?"
"Moreover, if you want to improve your dancing strength, the premise is that you get good resources and you get in touch with more good people, so you can become even better!"
Only when you are with good people can you become better. Yin Zhu's thoughts were pulled back a few years ago. At that time, she also said the same thing, cracked white walls, weeds growing wildly on the side of the road, a group of Men and women, smoking cigarettes, hesitating, making sharp laughs.
Chen Lu caught her hair over and over again, pushed her face into the mud, suffocating, and piercing her skin like sinking to the bottom of the water, unable to struggle, desperate to see no gleam of light.
Yin Zhu held the railing in his hand, "Li Luo, you are right."
"I shouldn't go on like this anymore."
She wants to become stronger, strong enough to stand in front of everyone one day and blind them.
…
After Li Luo left, Yin Zhu returned to her seat, and Zhou Yu also came back at this time. He walked in with a thermos cup and handed it to her.
"Brown sugar ginger tea, drink it while it's hot."
Yin Zhu held the cup, making her heart hot.
"Where did you get it?"
"Drink first, it doesn't matter where it came from."
He helped her unscrew the lid, steaming water came out of it.
He pulled out of the chair and sat down, pulling off his neckline, the black hair on his forehead was a little wet.
She stared at him, with no intention to drink, he pulled the corner of his mouth, naturally curled his fingers and knocked on the desk:
"I'm so good-looking? Drink it, it will get cold later."
Yin Zhu stopped looking at him, looking at the light red ** in the cup, with a few red dates floating on it, and said:
"How much is this cup of stuff?"
When Zhou Yu heard this, he turned around, put one hand on her chair, one long leg over her chair, the other hand lifted a strand of her long hair, arched her body slightly, and stared at her with black eyes:
"Isn't it disobedient?"
Yin Zhu was obviously surprised by this series of actions. He left the chair and tucked his coat back to him. He looked down at the hand he had placed in the lower right corner and took a sip from the thermos.
The result was choking, and her face and neck were red from coughing.
Zhou Yu retracted his hand, staring at her with no emotion on his face.
She drank this bottle of brown sugar ginger tea, she was full of water, and her whole body was warm, not as cold as before.
She was about to twist the lid, and he took it away as soon as he reached out.
"I come."
Yin Zhu asked him to do it and glanced at him, "How do you know me... that?"
"Looking at your complexion, you keep rubbing your stomach in class."
She thought he was attending the class seriously, but she didn't expect him to notice.
"Then how are you sure that I am here."
"The symptoms are the same as my sister, how do you feel now?"
"Oh, much better."
"Okay, I'll take it and wash it down."
Before he left, he threw the coat to her again, "If it's cold, cover it first."
Taking back his coat again, she sat in a daze.
She still has a question. Where is he and how did he get this brown sugar ginger tea