After the meal, Qi Xingchen felt relaxed because their relationship had been cleared up. He planned to take Liang Jing around S City.
Liang Jing rejected him with the reason that he had to go on a business trip, so he could only ask Liang Jing to send him back to the hotel.
Before getting out of the car, Qi Xingchen thought for a moment. "Since we are friends again, you must tell me before you make any big decisions in the future."
For example, donating a kidney.
Liang Jing thought he was referring to going abroad, so he agreed with a smile. "Okay, I will tell you."
The weather was getting hotter. Liang Jing wore a simple white shirt, exuding a faint scent of soap. His smile was clean and gentle.
Qi Xingchen suddenly understood why the original owner liked him.
If such a person appeared in anyone's youth, he should be admired.
He shouldn't end up dying of sadness because of love.
Qi Xingchen added, "If you meet a girl you like one day, you can also tell me. I will give you some advice."
"… Studies are more important. I don't have any plans to date for the time being." Liang Jing looked down, got out of the car, and opened the door for Qi Xingchen.
"Thank you."
It was better if he wasn't tempted. Qi Xingchen got out of the car and said politely, "I didn't treat you well this time. I will treat you to a good time when we are back in H City."
As he spoke, he caught a glimpse of a nanny van coming slowly from the other side of the road. The license plate number was very familiar. He had been in it twice.
It was Bai Ye's car!
… Bai Ye finished work so early today? Did he have lunch? What style was he wearing? How far was the shooting? Should he go to the studio in the afternoon … Qi Xingchen's mind flashed with countless questions. He couldn't help but tiptoe and peek at the nanny van.
Liang Jing was right in front of him, and he could clearly see the little flame in his eyes and the unconcealable smile on his lips. His heart sank.
He followed his gaze and looked to the left.
The nanny van was parked next to Liang Jing. Bai Ye got out of the car. When he looked up, his gaze inevitably met Liang Jing's.
Both of them were startled.
"You're back!"
At this moment, Qi Xingchen's voice broke the silence. The last syllable of his voice was slightly raised, and it was hard to ignore the excitement in his voice.
Bai Ye was originally very tired from the morning shoot, but when he heard the voice of his little fan, he felt a lot more relaxed. He nodded and walked to Qi Xingchen's side.
"… Sorry, I forgot to introduce you. This is Liang Jing, a brother of mine who grew up with me."
Qi Xingchen turned to Liang Jing and said, "This is my idol and good friend, Bai Ye. You've been abroad for a long time, so you might not know him. He's super, super, super — awesome! "
If it weren't for the time constraints, Qi Xingchen could have said a trillion "Super" s in one go. Liang Jing's eyes darkened. He put his left hand on Qi Xingchen's shoulder and extended his right hand. "Hello, I've heard a lot about you."
"Hello." Bai Ye glanced at Qi Xingchen's shoulder and shook Liang Jing's hand.
The hotel was well enclosed, but it couldn't stop the paparazzi who were circling Bai Ye like flies. Moreover, Bai Ye and Liang Jing didn't know each other, so there was nothing to talk about. Qi Xingchen lowered his shoulder and moved away from Liang Jing's hand. "Then I'll go back to the hotel first. Drive safely."
Liang Jing said, "I'll send you up."
"No …"
"Don't worry." Before Qi Xingchen could refuse, Bai Ye spoke first. "Xing Xing lives opposite me. I'll send him back to his room."
Liang Jing was silent for a few seconds and nodded. "Okay, I'll have to trouble you to take care of Xing Xing during this time."
"It's no trouble. I'm supposed to take care of him anyway."
After that, Bai Ye turned and walked towards the hotel's turnstile. Qi Xingchen waved at Liang Jing and followed him.
Liang Jing finally got into the car and left when the two figures disappeared from sight.
.
Bai Ye walked very fast. Qi Xingchen's legs weren't as long as his, so he had to jog to keep up.
When they got into the elevator, Bai Ye stood on the right. Qi Xingchen took a step to the right and asked in a low voice, "Have you had lunch?"
"Yes," Bai Ye said calmly. "I ate in the cafeteria."
"Oh, I'll be fine after lunch."
While talking, Qi Xingchen secretly looked at Bai Ye. Bai Ye was shooting the MV today. His overall appearance was more formal, which made him look a little cold.
No, it wasn't that he looked cold. He looked … unhappy.
"Were you tired from the morning shoot?" Qi Xingchen guessed. "What time did you get there in the morning?"
"Not tired. I got there around seven."
"So early … If you don't go to the studio in the afternoon, you can catch up on some sleep."
Bai Ye replied with a grunt. The elevator door opened. Bai Ye took out today's milk from his pocket.
It was strawberry-flavored. He was afraid that the little fan would get sick of the same flavor, so he asked A Lun to choose a different flavor.
Qi Xingchen blinked and took the milk. The two said goodbye and went back to their respective rooms.
After closing the door, Bai Ye took off his suit jacket and threw it on the sofa. He found some water and drank a few mouthfuls. Then he took out his phone to check his messages.
There were dozens of unread messages on WeChat. There were group chats, concerns from his "family" in this time and space, work tips for the next day, and greetings from his "friends" and various business partners.
He glanced through them and was not in the mood to reply.
The image of Liang Jing's hand on the little fan's shoulder and the words "Please take care of Xing Xing" kept flashing before his eyes.
It sounded like he was very close to the little fan, and he was an outsider.
It was very uncomfortable.
Bai Ye threw his phone aside and leaned heavily against the back of the chair, making a muffled "dong" sound.
When he first transmigrated into this space, he didn't know what happened to him.
Until after many questions and tests, he found that everyone here had a path to follow. A series of events were pushing him in a certain direction. It reminded him of the "book transmigration" that Xiao Man often talked about in real life.
Only then did he realize that he had transmigrated into a book like the protagonist of the "book transmigration".
He didn't know what made him transmigrate into this book, nor did he know the specific plot. He walked forward step by step, cautiously interacting with the rigid characters in the book …
Only the little fan made him feel fresh and lively. It was easy and pleasant to interact with.
It was even a little … cute.
So cute that he couldn't help but want to satisfy all the little fan's requests. He wanted to treat the little fan better, a little better.
However, Liang Jing's appearance today reminded him that no matter how cute the little fan was, the little fan was just a character.
A papier-mâché created by the author to play a specific role.
And Liang Jing was the little fan's childhood friend. The two grew up together, and their paths were full of each other's traces.
He was a latecomer.
Yes, he was indeed an outsider.
Thinking of this, Bai Ye became even more irritated.
.
The four-day holiday passed quickly. Jung Yuyang, Wei Qin, and Chen Jiayi returned to their positions.
After the filming of the theme song was over, the real competition was about to begin. In other words, starting from the next round, "My Time" would start a cruel elimination mechanism. Trainees who didn't perform well would leave the stage.
On the eve of the recording, the choreographer held a routine flow meeting. Qi Xingchen and Chen Jiayi chatted as they entered the meeting room. When they saw the person standing in front of the whiteboard, they were stunned for a second.
"Hello, mentors. My name is Lei Zi. I'm the substitute choreographer. I'll go through today's flow with you."
"Where's the original choreographer?" Jung Yuyang was curious. "Is he sick?"
"… He had a small incident and is being suspended for investigation," Lei Zi said. "But we came up with the proposal together. I won't mess up the flow. Don't worry."
The five of them expressed that it was okay and sat down. In the end, what Copper said next caused them to detect a trace of subtlety.
"Some time ago, Choreographer Sun should have told you that there are three contestants who need special attention. Thank you for your cooperation. But starting from the next round, you don't need to take care of them. We'll judge them according to the standards set by the judges. "
Jung Yuyang: "OK."
"Now, let me introduce the rules of the first round. The first round will be in the form of group PK. 88 trainees will be divided into 12 teams. Each team will perform the same song. The winning team will be voted for by the audience. Each member of the winning team will receive 30,000 incentive points. "
"After all the teams have finished performing, the net votes and the incentive points will be the total score of the trainees. Trainees with a total score of 67 or below will be eliminated. The remaining 66 contestants will automatically enter the next round. "
When he heard the word "eliminated", Qi Xingchen's head buzzed. 22 people would be eliminated in this round. Needless to say, Class F would make up the majority.
And Class F had a total of 24 people … It was equivalent to a total team wipe.
Although he didn't spend much time with these teenagers, he would still be very reluctant to let them leave.
He had to make a training plan and try to keep as many of them as possible.
Then, Lei Zi talked about some things to take note of, as well as the song selection of the program. Qi Xingchen listened to the important points and carefully thought about how to quickly improve the skills of the students in Class F in a short time.
Twenty minutes later, the meeting ended. Qi Xingchen sent a message to Wu Qian to gather everyone in Class F in the practice room. Then, he dialed Qi Yunxiao's number.
Just now at the meeting, Jung Yuyang and the others were curious about why Dong Cheng suddenly gave up the underhanded operation. He could guess.
It was probably his big brother's doing.
"Beep … Beep …"
After two beeps, Qi Yunxiao picked up. "Xing Xing, you want to ask about Dong Cheng?"
Qi Xingchen grunted in acknowledgment. "Mm." He truly had the foresight of a god.
"The CEO of Dong Cheng is my friend. I asked him to thoroughly investigate the entire program process. If there are no accidents, the results will be out in half a month. Then, you can comment however you want. No one will dare to question your evaluation. Remember, no personal feelings. You must be fair. These children don't have it easy. "
Qi Xingchen was not surprised that Qi Yunxiao could say such things. His family was so kind.
He replied solemnly, "I understand, brother. I was also a trainee. I won't deliberately ruin their future."
"I know you won't do that. It's just a reminder. Don't take it to heart … Oh, right."
Qi Yunxiao suddenly remembered. "Next week, the manager of the diamond mine will return to China to deal with some personal matters. He wants to report to you. I asked him to find a microphone manufacturer to make a special diamond-studded handset for you with the diamonds mined in the past six months. Try it after you get it. If it doesn't work, you can rework it. "
Diamonds? Diamonds mined in the past six months? Diamond-Studded handset?
Qi Xingchen's head rang even louder. He immediately asked, "Brother, can you tell me how many diamonds there are in total?"
"Not many. About 20 diamonds above three carats. About 30 diamonds above two carats. I can't count the remaining small diamonds. About 200. You can play with them. If you get tired of them, there are still colored diamonds. You can change them. "
Qi Xingchen was speechless.
You used more than 200 diamonds to make a microphone, and you want me to play with it?
What will the audience think of me then? A shiny boy with a diamond-studded handset?
Qi Xingchen once again experienced the suffocating feeling of Sabonin inhaling oxygen.
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