Rong Congyan has always been restless recently.
His younger brother Rong Yuheng never let him worry since he was a child. After arguing with his father a few days ago, he was finally swept out of the house and has not returned home until now.
He was worried.
Worried that Rong Yuheng went to harm the flowers and plants outside again.
When it was time to get off work, as the executive president of the group headquarters, Rong Congyan was still reviewing documents in a professional manner, and the information from friends in the circle popped up at this time.
He has no interest in following entertainment gossip, and his friends know that, so they never push him. But today, for some unknown reason, gongs and drums blared firecrackers in the small dialog box.
"Congyan! Look at this! The talent show of "Ace Creation Star" is amazing, why does No. 13 look like your Xiaoheng?"
Rong Congyan took a closer look and saw on the large picture, a familiar figure happily pouting his butt towards the man opposite.
Rong Congyan, "..."
Good job, Rong Yuheng.
"Help me find out the 'Ace Stars' show."
Secretary Shen's cold sweat was about to break down. President Xiao Rong's aura was just as frightening as President Rong's. When he had a cold face, he felt like he could freeze his heart.
Fortunately, he is already a mature tool person, and he immediately called up the video and transferred it to Rong Congyan, "Mr. Rong, this is it."
"Okay, I'll watch it myself for a while, you go down first."
The office door closed with a click.
A cheerful and smooth prelude sounded from the computer, and as the progress bar pushed back, Rong Congyan's brows became more and more frowning...
"Shoot when it's time to do it~
One tap, two taps…”
After Rong Yuheng's happy tango, Wen Zezhen's face was sincere.
The emperor of the film and television industry finally lowered his noble head and said softly, "Stop singing, please."
The camera also cut a close-up of the face, and the eyes of a generation of movie stars were full of admiration and pleading.
Rong Congyan's hand holding the mouse trembled slightly.
He looked at Wen Zezhen's cracked face on the screen, and there was a sense of joy in feeling pity for each other.
The barrage slips past,
"This is the most humble time since Brother Chen's debut..."
"He came, he came with a knife."
"Rong: Mr. Wen, get dry! Your butt is up! One dah, two dah... Wen refused three consecutive times: I can't beg you, I can't beg you, I can't beg you."
"Hahahahaha my nails are splitting with laughter..."
Immediately afterwards, Wen Zezhen proposed after-school tutoring, and there was another groundhog scream on the barrage, covering the whole picture.
Without seeing Rong Yuheng's heart-wrenching face, the long-standing depression in Rong Congyan's chest finally slowly exhaled...
In the later stage, I did some tricks in the supplementary class. The first picture released is of Qiao Tan standing at the entrance of the corridor, Song Tang asked, "Where's Mr. Wen?"
Qiao Tan said, "Let's eat it by ourselves, he seems to be doing something."
The screen is covered with a string of question marks "????".
Then the camera turned and went back to the moment when Qiao Tan wanted to push the door in but was discouraged—
Resentful singing resounded in the empty classroom, and the expression management of Wen Zezhen, who had always been calm, was out of control:
"Strange injustice ~ Qi injustice ~ Several generations of grievances are difficult to let go of..."
Barrage:
"hahahahahahahahahahaha… "
"Wen Zezhen: Stop singing, please."
Rong Congyan's face in front of the screen finally couldn't help but twist for a moment.
He quickly glanced up at the closed office door, and after confirming that no one would come in, a schadenfreude smile appeared on his face...
Rong Yuheng knew nothing about the fact that he was caught.
Ke Ting's request has not been fulfilled, and at this moment, he is still in the music room to practice dance without tango flavor.
While dancing happily, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open with a creak.
Rong Yuheng stopped and looked back at Huang Jianing.
Huang Jianing was stunned when he saw him, and then said hello,
"Are you practicing dancing here?"
"Well." After Rong Yuheng finished speaking, he asked him again, "Are you here to practice dancing too?"
Huang Jianing nodded, walked not far from the former, and started practicing with a flick of his arm. He jumped and said,
"The first episode of the show is out, have you seen it?"
Rong Yuheng danced along with him, "I didn't watch it."
Huang Jianing didn't hide it when he saw it, and chatted with him one after another.
"I've finished reading it." He said for a while, and exclaimed with sincerity, "You are so rude..."
Rong Yuheng almost sprained his foot, he calmed down, and said humbly, "Award."
"The audience likes you quite a bit, but your roommate is not very popular."
Rong Yuheng was stunned, "Which one?"
"Master."
"Why? Brother Shubai is very nice."
"When you gathered, he was too hateful when he showed off his wealth."
Rong Yuheng didn't expect the program team to put this part on! He stopped immediately, and rushed to the nearest camera like a fountain, with his entire face almost stuck on the camera,
"Director! Director, you are not kind!"
Huang Jianing was taken aback by his sudden action, and he pulled him, dumbfounded, "Don't get so close, the water vapor will get on the camera."
Rong Yuheng left a little and pouted unhappily, "Brother Shubai actually takes special care of us. I didn't eat dinner after making up the class, so he specially ordered a meal for me from outside."
Huang Jianing was afraid that he would pout his mouth on the lens, and dragged his waist back, "You can't broadcast this part, so don't talk about it."
Rong Yuheng turned a deaf ear, breaking through Huang Jianing's siege and desperately stomping in front of the camera.
He stretched out his small fists and slammed the wall, imitating the ancients to beat the Dengwen drum, crying loudly,
"Deducting the strange cases of the ages, there are so many injustices that can't be written~ I can't complain, I'm not reconciled, I cry~ uuuu~ Heaven..."
The cameras in the building are working 24 hours a day. It is not too late, and the staff of the program group have not rested. At this moment, Xiao Ran, who saw the camera behind the camera, almost threw up laughter.
She laughed wildly and patted the table, "My mother! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
She said, rushing out to find Chen Li, "Director Chen! Come here, there is a student here who is beating the drums and complaining!"
Chen Li was happy when he was pulled in front of the screen.
In front of the camera, Rong Yuheng sang "Dou E's Injustice" as if there was no one else, and Huang Jianing in the back kept pulling him, "Don't sing, this part won't be broadcast!"
Xiao Ran, "Hahahahahaha...!"
Chen Li shrewdly touched his chin... The material for the next issue is available.
After the first episode of the program was broadcast, many students were aroused by a sense of crisis. The normal teaching hours are over, and more and more people are staying to train.
The program team finally listened to the opinions of the audience, and added two new classrooms before the second episode was broadcast, ensuring that each instructor had a separate room.
There is still a week left to usher in the first knockout round, and Rong Yuheng spent most of his energy on dancing.
Just the night before the second episode aired, Bian Chen suddenly appeared in Rong Yuheng's dance classroom, and walked straight to the latter after passing the students.
Bian Chen was full of aggression that was hard to ignore, and many students stopped training to look at him.
Rong Yuheng was practicing dancing with Zou Yi and Huang Jianing, when Bian Chen walked directly to him, made a provocative gesture, and then opened the microphone.
"You said you were still dancing tango
You're just a passerby in the draft
Singing is nothing but grandstanding
In fact, he is the weakest in the game, yo~"
After Bian Chen finished singing this paragraph, he stood there and stared at Rong Yuheng, trying to see the shame and anger on the latter's face.
Rong Yuheng was stunned for a while, then his eyes moved,
"You sang it to me?"
Bian Chen sneered, "Otherwise, besides you..."
Rong Yuheng rushed up in surprise and grabbed his hand, "You even wrote a poem for me!?"
Bian Chen, "... Also, you can say the same."
Rong Yuheng was so happy that his head was going to burst into flames. After more than 20 years, it was the first time someone wrote lyrics for him!
"Can you sing it again? I want to record it as a souvenir."
Bian Chen didn't expect this to happen at all! He didn't react at once, stuck for a second, and explained reluctantly,
"I'm provoking you."
As if he hadn't heard of it, Rong Yuheng had already taken out his mobile phone and turned on the camera, "One more time, Brother Ma Chen, I turned on the beauty, and you look very handsome under the camera!"
Bian Chen, "..."
Bian Chen Buddha fell into deep frustration.
He opened his mouth numbly and read, his tone was flat like a pool of stagnant water,
"You said you're still dancing tango. You're just a passerby in the draft. Singing is nothing but grandstanding. In fact, it's the weakest in the audience. yo."
Seal Rong Yuheng applauded, "Yeah!! Brother Chen is wonderful!!"
Rong Yuheng, "But I think the first time is the best. It is full of emotion and charm. Of course, this video is not bad. I will treasure this video for a lifetime!"
Bian Chen suddenly regretted provocation.
I always feel that it won't be long before he looks back on this video and he will regret it for the rest of his life...
Zou Yi's anger all turned into a fluttering "Look, who asked you to come?"
Huang Jianing was in a complicated mood, so he pulled Rong Yuheng to teach him in a low voice, "Bian Chen is not expressing kindness to you."
Rong Yuheng smiled and shook his head, "But this is a recognition of me." There was a light in his eyes, "I'm already among the strong."
"… "
Huang Jianing couldn't fully understand his logic, so he simply didn't understand it.
He sometimes thinks that Rong Yuheng is a silly little sand sculpture, and sometimes he thinks that he is smarter than anyone else.
Wen Zhongyun felt that his son had a little secret, and he was very sure with a keen sense of smell!
When Wen Zezhen came back in the evening, Wen Zhongyun finally couldn't hold back, and pretended to speak casually, "Zezhen, what kind of show did you say you participated in Chen Li's show last time?"
Wen Zezhen did not suspect him, and while changing shoes, he said, "'Ace Creates a Star', a talent show."
Wen Zhongyun just said "oh", didn't speak any more, continued to hold his tape recorder and hummed.
Wen Zezhen glanced at it as he passed the living room, "You've used this tape recorder for a long time, I'll give you a new one."
"No," Wen Zhongyun's fingers rubbed the edge of the tape recorder with some peeling paint, "that's it, it's good. When your mother was still... "
He paused abruptly when he said this, and Wen Zezhen's heart suddenly jumped, and the two of them in the living room fell silent, only the opera was heard from the tape recorder.
After a few seconds of silence, Wen Zhongyun suddenly changed his words, "Erze~ Use your computer for me, I want to watch the latest new play."
Wen Zhongyun spoke with a little accent, and the "zi" when he said "son" always said "Ze", which just matched Wen Zezhen's name. Over time, he still thinks it is wonderful, and he shouts a few words from time to time.
Wen Zezhen was so caught off guard by the "Er Ze" that his brain was jumping, and he responded with two "Mmmm".
He turned and walked to the study to get the computer.
Wen Zhongyun, who was behind him, looked at his back and showed a successful smile...
It's morning again.
All sounds are silent.
Wen Zezhen was awakened by laughter again, but this time it was not his own laughter, but the laughter from the next room.
Wen Zhongyun has sung dramas for decades, and even his laughter has a humorous tone. The laughter of "goose hehehehe..." is like an air defense alarm, and it goes through the wall without end, hitting his eardrums.
Wen Zezhen, "… "
He pressed his eyebrows, rolled over and got out of bed and went to the next door.
The door was pushed open with a "click", and the tortuous goose laughter came to an abrupt end.
Wen Zhongyun sat on the bed with his mouth open and holding the computer, maintaining a look of horror of being caught.
There were no lights on in the dark room, only the faint light of the computer screen was cast on his face, and the whites of his eyes widened in fear were very bright.
Wen Zezhen's eyes were deep, "Dad, what are you doing?"
Wen Zhongyun slowly closed his mouth as if he had been pressed the 0.5x speed key, swallowed, "No..."
Wen Zezhen was familiar with his old father's urination. He didn't listen to the latter's nonsense. He walked over with big strides and turned the computer screen—
On the screen, it was his handsome, humble face, who was swaying his lips and teeth with sincerity as if he was looking at a cottage.
"Stop singing, please."
Wen Zhongyun glanced at it, but couldn't help but let out a slight snort, "Fur..."
Wen Zezhen's eyes were as cold as February's cold wind.
"Dad, you said watching a new play, but it turned out to be watching your son's play."
"… furfur."