A full day came to an end in the afterglow of the sun. Rong Yuheng and the paparazzi also copied a photo to his mobile phone for appreciation and show off before parting.
He was pulled back after being briefly kicked out of the group chat to receive endless verbal abuse and punches. Rong Yuheng just had time to reply right now, so he threw all the photos into the group.
[Rong Yuheng]: You have hurt me [picture] [picture] [picture]
[Rong Yuheng]: My soul has been wet with rain, and we can never go back [picture] [picture]
…
Three minutes later, he was kicked out of the group chat again.
Rong Yuheng sighed and got into the car to prepare for the return trip, and passed a copy to Wen Zezhen along the way.
[Rong Yuheng]: God loves the world, Bingyu loves me alone [Picture]
When Rong Yuheng was about to return to the training center, the news of Wen Zezhen finally came too late, with only three words.
[Wen Zezheng]: Be specific.
Rong Yuheng reacted to these three words for a long time. It wasn't until he went upstairs, after taking a shower in the dormitory and changing his clothes, that a ray of light flashed across his mind—
"God loves the world, where are these words?" Rong Yuheng murmured while standing in the center of the dormitory with a towel.
Pu Zaixi didn't lift his head, "Christian."
Rong Yuheng suddenly realized that Wen Zezhen was attacking his beliefs!
He immediately took up the small keyboard and went back.
[Rong Yuheng]: I am very specific.
[Wen Zezhen]: Buddhism, Taoism, Christianity, who do you think you are dedicated to
[Rong Yuheng]: Marxism.
[Wen Zezhen]：…
Once again successfully blocked Wen Zezhen's words, Rong Yuheng was like a winning rooster, shaking his tail and strutting in the dormitory, overlooking the mountains and rivers.
Zou Yi was doing fitness on the bed against the wall, and every time he looked up, he could see Rong Yuheng dangling in front of him in high spirits.
The latter's skin was pale and dazzling under the light above his head. Zou Yi couldn't bear it, so he paused his fitness and turned over.
"Yuheng, don't shake it and prick your eyes."
Rong Yuheng's parade ceremony was interrupted, and he suddenly mourned, "Blame me for being too dazzling."
Zou Yi coaxed him nicely, "I don't blame you, beauty is not the original sin."
Rong Yuheng felt relieved in an instant, and the adults retracted a lot of the bed and wrapped the quilt, "I can cover up my sins a little."
Zou Yi gave him a deep look, then turned his head to continue exercising.
After a day off, the next day's training continued as usual. At noon, Xu Sun called and asked Rong Yuheng what happened yesterday. Why did the paparazzi collectively give up this job
Rong Yuheng lowered his eyes gently, "Probably found something more important."
Xu Sun doesn't accept this kind of ending in Japanese manga. He firmly believes that there is a reason for the incident, "Did you do something again?"
This "again" is used quite spiritually, and there is still a trace of precaution under the fine product.
Rong Yuheng was sad for a moment, "What else can I do? I'm just a poor person."
There was no sound from Xu Sun's end for a while, and then a long sigh came.
"Forget it, I've been busy lately. I won't pursue this matter. Just don't make trouble. Another artist under my command... Alas, he can really make things happen! You can do it yourself during this time. If you have something to do with me, I can do it. Do your best to help you, you know?"
"Understood, thank you Brother Sun."
After sending Xu Sun away from the Buddhist system to ask for guilt, Rong Yuheng was going to take a nap for a while.
However, before he could close the window of his soul, Pu Zaixi exclaimed, "Yuheng, your Weibo has been forwarded!"
Rong Yuheng was closing the window, and when she heard the words, she lightly stirred her lips, "I don't have permission."
"No! It was retweeted by a second-generation star!" Pu Zaixi rushed over from his bed with a "bang bang bang" and reopened Rong Yuheng's spiritual window, "You participate in the "Treasure Hunt Conference" The propaganda blog of , was forwarded by Kuang Zhao!"
Rong Yuheng's eyes blinked twice, "Who is it?"
"Kang Yong's son, the second-generation star is quite famous in the circle. Although he doesn't participate in film and television dramas or any variety shows, he is friends with many big stars in the circle! He actually retweeted your blog, quite a lot. So it was disguised as propaganda.”
Rong Yuheng then rubbed up and took a look at Pu Zaixi's cell phone.
I saw that under my newly registered account, the popularity of the solitary "Treasure Hunt Conference" propaganda suddenly soared.
@黃光v: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha what treasure boy did I find Kangkang! //@rongyuhengv: The demo version of the "Treasure Hunt Conference" at 6:30 pm on Thursday, meet you! [video]
Rong Yuheng, "..."
This time, even Zhou Shubai and Zou Yi came over to watch, "Wow, you actually alarmed Kuang Zhao. You know he is the king of melons in the entertainment industry. He can be regarded as an alternative top traffic."
Rong Yuheng pondered, "You mean he is eating my melon?"
The three choked at the same time.
Pu Zaixi slowed down and said, "No, I think he's helping you promote it. You see, it's only been a few minutes, and your fans have increased by a few hundred more."
Rong Yuheng nodded and praised, "Have vision."
Three people, "..."
The topic of a dormitory started with passion and ended with indifference. But they don't know, Kuang Zhao's forwarding is not accidental.
Kuang Zhao on the other end sent a message to Wen Zezhen after reposting Weibo.
[Kang Zhao]: I'm done, please make it clear, what do you want me to do
[Wen Zezheng]: Help with publicity.
[Kang Zhao]: ? ?
Kuang Zhao was confused: When did Wen Zezhen start doing public relations? He didn't retweet it himself, and asked him to help. No one has heard of Rong Yuheng.
Wen Zezhen seemed to know what he was thinking, so he said: I am not suitable for forwarding.
After that, no matter how Kuang Zhao asked, he didn't explain a word.
Kuang Zhao couldn't, so he could only rub his hands to find melons to eat by himself - this Rong Yuheng felt quite comfortable, but it happened that he had nothing to do recently, so he wanted to come to Kangkang, what kind of treasure this is.
How could Wen Zezhen hold it so roundly.
…
Rong Yuheng was not at all conscious of being targeted by the melon king. When he woke up from his lunch break, he diligently ran to training.
Shan Qi's own standards are high, and the standards he sets for the entire team are also high. Rong Yuheng felt that this was very good, tired or tired, but he also believed that God rewards hard work.
Yu Fu in the team belongs to the rap and creative category, and the dance that Shan Qi arranged for them is difficult. After a while, Yu Fu can't bear it.
"Brother Qi, I really can't, can you simplify my movements?"
Shan Qi frowned, "The dance effect of the entire team will be affected."
Yu Fu still wanted to say something, but Rong Yuheng said solemnly, "A man can't say no! Yu Fu, you can!"
Yu Fu choked for a moment, "..." No, he didn't say that this is not possible.
Rong Yuheng said that he stretched out his hand and placed it among several people to gather the spirit of the group, "Come on, let's all cheer for Yu Fu—"
Several hands folded together, Yu Fu was forced to join in, and followed Rong Yuheng waving his arms up and down, "Yu Fu, you can!"
Everyone roared: "Yu Fu, you can!!"
Rong Yuheng smiled lovingly: What a harmonious large group.
Yu Fu secretly gritted his teeth and wiped his tears: Rong Yuheng, I really thank you!
After the great harmony of plastics was reached in the team, they entered into rigorous training again.
Rong Yuheng's hip-hop is also a weak point. Fortunately, he has some basics, so it's not very difficult.
Shan Qi went around behind him, held his waist and said, "You can focus a little more, and I'll see if I can give you an air move."
Rong Yuheng took a deep breath!
"..." Shan Qi, "The center of gravity is not sucked up, you have to pull up the whole body, just like pulling a radish."
Rong Yuheng's focus was very biased, "Then the top of my head is not green?"
Shan Qi laughed and changed his words, "Then you recall the feeling of turning around with Mr. Wen's waist in between. You want that feeling of flying."
Rong Yuheng salvaged the trace of inspiration from the depths of his memory, feeling a little like he was about to float, "Hurry up and lift me up."
Shan Qi grabbed his waist and lifted him up. However, it's okay to keep still, Rong Yuheng was about to toss in the air when he heard a "eh" from Shan Qi, and he was let down again.
"It's a bit laborious, I'm afraid of falling you." Shan Qi shook his hand and looked Rong Yuheng up and down, "You look quite thin, but heavier than I thought."
Rong Yuheng shook his head and said shamelessly, "Here, the capacity is too large."
Shan Qi was amused and said helplessly, "Let's try a few more times, if it doesn't work, we won't do this move." He sighed again, "Mr. Wen's arm strength is really amazing, you can toss with you."
Pu Zaixi, who was on the side, suddenly "swiped" and turned his head, condemning Shan Qi with a look of "you're dirty".
Rong Yuheng & Shan Qi, "?"
Pu Zaixi stared at them for two seconds, then sighed and retracted his eyes.
When Rong Yuheng returned to the dormitory at night and fell on the bed to rest, Pu Zaixi probed slightly and said, "Yuheng, are you still in contact with Teacher Wen?"
When I heard that the two had a private connection before, Pu Zaixi's sharp radar stood up. It's just that after so long, everyone didn't mention it again, and he gradually forgot.
As soon as Shan Qi's inexplicable words came out today, Pu Zaixi's dusty memory was awakened again, and he couldn't hold back his flaming gossip heart.
Rong Yuheng was watching the dance video and didn't care after hearing this, "Sometimes I will contact you."
Pu Zaixi made an "oh" sound.
Seeing this, Zhou Shubai, who was on the side, had successfully reached the former's brain waves, and was immediately excited - it turns out that he was not the only one who felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere between Wen Zezhen and Rong Yuheng!
Zhou Shubai joined in and said unintentionally, "I feel like I haven't seen Mr. Wen recently."
Rong Yuheng was still studying the "lifting", without raising his head when he heard the words, "Mr. Wen should not be here, he has joined the group."
hiss...! Pu Zaixi and Zhou Shubai looked at each other, their eyes revealing tacit understanding: Really, understand, understand!
The gossip between friends ended, and the two of them didn't ask any more questions for the rest of the time.
But Rong Yuheng was reminded, and he immediately remembered the sigh of Shan Qi in the daytime: Teacher Wen's arm strength is really amazing.
He thought about it and sent a text message to Wen Zezhen.
[Rong Yuheng]: During dance practice today, Brother Qi said I was heavy when he lifted me up, didn't you feel it at the time
It's already eleven o'clock, and the message has been sent for half an hour without a response. Rong Yuheng thought that Wen Zezhen had gone to bed early and was about to wash up when he saw a reply on WeChat.
[Wen Zezhen]: Just finished shooting, on the way back. I don't think you are heavy, so don't lose weight.
[Rong Yuheng]: You guys are really working hard [Sea Otter Hugs.jpg] I should be a little heavy. Today, Brother Qi has praised you, saying that your arm strength is so good that you can toss with me.
Wen Zezhen was exhausted after a day of filming, and is now drowsy in the back seat of a rickety car. Qu Youhe in the front row glanced at him in the rearview mirror and said,
"Brother Tseng, take a nap for a while, and I'll call you when you get to the hotel."
Wen Zezhen was hesitating when Rong Yuheng's reply arrived. He opened the dialog box, and his eyes instantly locked to the last sentence—
Your arm strength is really good, you can toss with me.
"…!"
Wen Zezhen woke up immediately.
Not only was he awake, but his heart was pounding, and he felt excited.
Qu Youhe in the front row didn't wait for Wen Zezhen's reply, just to see if he was asleep, when he saw the latter sitting upright, full of energy, "Damn it! Brother Chen, why are you sitting up straight and staring So what are you doing?"
Wen Zezhen pursed his lips and shook his head, only burying his head in typing on his mobile phone.
A man's nature was stirring in his heart, as if he wanted to open a gap for his dull desire for more than 20 years, and his unstoppable rants were about to go out.
[Wen Zezhen]: I have good physical strength, you can do whatever you want.
His face was hot when he was done.
He never said such a sullen thing.
Half a minute later, the phone vibrated, Wen Zezhen calmed down for a while, and solemnly opened WeChat, and saw that the dialog box was filled with Rong Yuheng's usual "sweet words".
[Rong Yuheng]: I know, you should grow stronger when you are old.
The author has something to say: Wen Zezhen: I have to find a way to end this script quickly.