"Speak! Don't you dare to speak with a guilty conscience?! Let me tell you, the day after tomorrow, when you meet Zhuo Ran, I will also go. Zhuo Ran has already promised me, but I want to see what you can talk about. flower."
"I can't talk about any flowers, just discuss the signing with Zoran. You can come if you want."
"You really plan to ask your brother to sign Zhaoyang! My God, Zhuo Ran dares to promise you, he is not afraid that your brother will go crazy and tear down his company!"
"Then don't worry, if I'm upset, the first one to tear down is not Zoran's company, but you!"
Mu Ziang: …
He is so innocent! What does this have to do with him, he is not Zhaoyang's boss!
"Then I'll have to take a good look at the day after tomorrow to see if your precious brother is worth signing. If it's a wooden beauty, if you sign it, you will lose money. It's better not to sign."
"You don't mind such a rotten tree, Zhuoran, can there be someone who loses more money than you?" Si Junduo said calmly, "You still worry about yourself, obviously you won't go the day after tomorrow, I'll go alone."
"You are the dead wood! Why doesn't he come? The shelf is so big."
"There's no need for him to come. I've talked with Zhuo Ran, and it'll be fine if he comes when we sign."
Mu Ziang was speechless, "I don't think he's used to sign it. You can sign it on your behalf. Why don't you just be his manager? Or open a special studio for him."
"How do you know if he doesn't? When he ends this year and decides that he is not on a whim, and really wants to develop in this circle, then I will open a studio for him under the name of Zhaoyang."
Mu Ziang: …
Mu Ziang didn't want to talk to this kind of younger brother, he was too tired, and this younger brother raised too carefully, the mother chicken was not as good at protecting the cubs as he was!
But, "Would your brother be willing? He made up with you?"
"Um."
"Really? Don't just move yourself with your own wishful thinking. In the end, he not only doesn't appreciate it, but also thinks that you are in charge of him." Mu Ziang has seen this kind of thing too many times. The Si Jundor in college was simply my original Turning his heart to Mingming, but how brightly illuminates the ditch, no matter what Si Jundo does or how much he does, Wen Mingyi just pretends he doesn't see it, wishing that there was no such person in front of him.
Mu Ziang once felt that the most tenacious person in the world was his good friend Si Junduo, not his own brother, but his neighbor's brother. To be able to dig out his heart and lungs like that, it was as if he was bewitched by Wen Mingyi!
"Of course it's true," Jundo interrupted his thoughts. "Before, he was just rebellious in his puberty, but now that puberty is over, he'll be fine. Okay, I won't tell you, I'm going to drive."
"Oh, then you pay attention to safety."
"Don't worry, who, like you, can still fall while riding a bicycle. Do your fans know that their male god can't ride a bicycle?"
"Shut up!" Mu Ziang became angry and hung up the phone directly, "What's so great about being able to ride a bicycle, so many people in the country know how to ride a bicycle, but it's great not being able to ride a bike, don't you think, Xiao Wang?"
Assistant Xiao Wang hurriedly nodded and said, "Yes, I don't know how to ride. What's so great about those who know how to ride a bicycle. Those of us who don't know how to ride are rare!"
"Don't add the last sentence next time," Mu Ziang patted him on the shoulder, his eyes full of sympathy, "It's a shame."
King:…
Life is not easy, Xiao Wang sighed.
Little did he know that Wen Mingyi, whose brother not only knew Mu Ziang but also had a phone call with him, had already arrived at the classroom at this time. He walked very fast and was wearing a hat and mask, but he was not recognized. Wen Mingyi entered the classroom, took off his hat and mask, and the next second he heard the girls in the class screaming, he smiled helplessly at everyone, and then walked to the vacant seat next to Zhang Heng in the last row Take a seat.
The girls immediately gathered around and chatted.
"Wen Mingyi, are you coming to class this time just for a class? Isn't there any activity?"
"Wen Mingyi, I'm your fan, I watch every game of yours!"
"Brother, these are the notes I have organized for you this semester. I hope it will be useful to you."
…
Obviously, these are straightforward and passionate.
"Wen Mingyi, can you sign your name for me? My friend likes you very much."
"This is a doll that my friend made for you, please accept it."
"My friend asked me to ask you, what are your plans next? Is there a company to sign you? Will you be filming in the future?"
…
It is also obvious that these are reserved and reserved, making friends out of nothing.
Wen Mingyi looked at the students who were a little crowded in front of him, but the order was still there, and said calmly, "Come one by one. You can sign it, put it on my table, and everyone will sign one. Dolls can't be collected, and the company will sign, but Haven't decided where to sign yet..."
He picked up those innocuous questions to answer, not at all worried that the classmates in the class would turn their heads and post them on the Internet. Anyway, they were all clichés.
Suddenly, someone asked, "Wen Mingyi, can I start a live broadcast? Would you like to?"
"Forget it." Wen Mingyi refused. "When I come back to class, it's just a simple class. If you live stream it, everyone should think I'm just doing a show. It's boring."
Hearing the words, the girl quickly put down her phone and apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect this."
"It's okay." Wen Mingyi didn't mind.
Not far away, the three people with Sun Xu at the center were looking at them coldly.
"It's really a big star. I don't usually show up. When I did, the whole class of girls gathered around. I thought our group secretary was a very cold person. I didn't expect to chase stars." Wu Peng single-handedly Hold your head and speak sarcastically.
Sun Xu sneered in dissatisfaction, "What a big star, a show star! If he is really popular, he will not have time to go back to school, only if he is a fool, there will be no activities or no drama shooting, and he has to go back to school again. Things that don't fit in, just lie to these girls in the class who don't understand shit."
Wu Peng and Li Gang heard the words and glanced at Sun Xu, "Isn't he number one in their competition? Isn't number one popular?"
"With so many draft picks this year, everyone can still be popular. Besides, haven't you watched yesterday's hot search? The second to fifth place teams from their competition have made their debut, and all the drafts are without him. So now people are attending an event, and he goes back to school, isn't this just being abandoned? Otherwise, can he come back to class obediently?"
"Yes." Wu Peng echoed, "But it's not that easy to go back to school. He thought the school was his home. He came and left as soon as he said it. Everyone came to the school to study, not like him. Young master, just gild it to make your education look better."
"Young master, it's good to be able to come to school, so who cares if you're good at studying? By then, the four years of university will be over, and once you get your diploma, you will also graduate from a higher education institution across the country. No one can praise your talents."
"Yeah, you can also sell the design of selling school tyrants by the way, which serves multiple purposes."
Sun Xu sneered, "How can he take all the benefits, let's see."
As soon as he finished speaking, the class bell rang. Everyone hurriedly turned around and prepared to go back to their seats. Only when they turned around did they realize that the teacher of the professional class had already arrived, and they stood on the podium and looked at them with a smile. Everyone felt guilty, and immediately sat down quietly and waited for the teacher to teach.
The teacher who led their professional class was a female teacher named Song Yun. She was in her late thirties. She was very beautiful and her lectures were neat and neat. Therefore, the students in the class liked her very much.
Song Yun watched the students in the class sit in an orderly manner, and then looked at the girls who were obviously well-dressed, and said with a smile: "It's rare that everyone arrived early today, and no one skipped class, and the girls are one by one. It's beautiful, and if everyone can do this every day, I'll be happy."
Students in the class who skipped class: …
After she finished speaking, she looked at Wen Mingyi who was sitting in the last row. Wen Mingyi smiled at her, her already beautiful eyebrows and eyes were like peach blossoms blooming, Song Yun looked at his cute smile, she just found it pleasing to the eyes and thought. Having grown up like this, it's no wonder that she wants to debut as a star. She is indeed born with favorable conditions, and she feels a pity not to be a star.
So she also smiled at Wen Mingyi, ready to start the class.
But before the class, there is one more thing to do. Song Yun looked at the students under the podium and said softly, "We learned a lot of proper nouns in the last class. As I said, this class has to be tested, so now Let's check it out~"
When the students heard this, they wailed. Nouns explain this kind of thing, for students, it is to say the words you already know in non-human words, so most students do not like to memorize nouns to explain. The journalism department had too many terms to explain and difficult to explain, and the students were already miserable. In addition, Song Yun had to conduct random checks from time to time, and it was even more frightening that Song Yun had to be dictated by the blackboard. It was a large-scale public execution scene.
The students shouted "Next time, let's not do it today."
Song Yun smiled and shook his head, "No way~ I'll give you a minute to prepare, and I'll start the timer."
Everyone immediately opened the book or notes, and began to look at the explanation of the terms that were required to be recited in the previous class.
Wen Mingyi also picked up the organized notes that his classmates had given him before, and was going to take a look. He was looking at it when he suddenly felt someone looking at him. As soon as he looked up, he met Sun Xu's eyes. Seeing that Sun Xu turned his head with contempt in his eyes.
Wen Mingyi: Who the fuck is this? Does he know this man
Wen Mingyi touched Zhang Heng, Zhang Heng was busy taking a last look at the term explanation, without raising his head, "Wait a minute, let me take a last look, Teacher Song will definitely not smoke you, but she might You'll beat me!"
Wen Mingyi didn't bother him anymore, he just leaned over and looked at the few terms he was looking at. He had memorized them all, so it wasn't difficult. He patted Zhang Heng on the shoulder and encouraged, "Come on."
Zhang Heng nodded while continuing to carry his back silently.
"Time's up!" Song Yun said loudly, "Start dictation now. Students with student numbers ending in 2 and 3 should dictate on the blackboard."
There are only more than 30 people in their class, and adding up the two numbers, there are only 7 people. Those who were drawn sighed, and reluctantly walked to the podium, picked up a marker, and made a gesture of writing. .
Song Yun dictated three times and corrected them on the spot. Students who made mistakes should copy the correct term explanation twenty times. The students on the podium were afraid that they would make a mistake, and the students under the podium were afraid that they would be drawn in the next round. Everyone was worried and prayed silently in their hearts.
Song Yun quickly finished the correction. She asked the study committee to write down the name of the person who made the mistake, reminding them to copy it 20 times after class and check it in the next class. The student who wrote the wrong thing slumped off the podium, and the student who wrote it right breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he was alive again!
Song Yun drew one round and started the second round. This time she drew students with student numbers ending in 1 and 7. Wen Mingyi, as the person with the highest score in the college entrance examination in the whole school, had a student number of 01, so he stood up naturally.
Song Yun looked at it and said quickly, "Student Wen Mingyi doesn't need to use the blackboard to dictate, you can just dictate from your seat."
Wen Mingyi heard the words, said "Thank you teacher", and sat down again.
Just as soon as he was seated, he heard a male voice from the class, "Why? Teacher Song, why doesn't Wen Mingyi need to dictate? Does he have any privileges?"