The purchase rate of the V chapter is not enough. You can see the latest chapter after you make up for it. "Did I sing it wrong?" He wiped his eyes in a panic. "I can't hear what I sang. What should I do? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything about the splits."
"Oh, it's okay. You sang really well. You didn't do any splits. You gave me goosebumps when you sang." Lu Yuan pulled him into his arms and ruffled his hair. "Hah hah hah hah. You won't be scared."
"Don't pull my hair! I've been bragging for a long time! " Ling Yi pushed him away. His bitter face happened to meet the camera lens. He immediately covered it. "Don't film me. Cut it out!"
"Cut it out. Cut it out. This part must be cut out." Jiang Miao was about to hug him when He Ziyan grabbed him and handed him candy. "Stop shaking. You didn't eat anything before you went on stage. Don't sit or squat. Be careful. You'll get dizzy."
Pei Tingsong was still watching the commotion when he suddenly realized that someone was missing. He turned around and saw Fang Juexia sitting alone in the corner.
He walked forward. Although he was concerned, he still pretended to be nonchalant. "Hey, there's a sofa. Why don't you sit on the floor?"
Fang Juexia did not answer and continued to bury his head.
Seeing him like this, Pei Tingsong wanted to pull him up, but he felt that it was weird. "Are you deaf?" He tried to pull Fang Juexia's arm, but it didn't budge.
But he finally heard this guy speak.
"My legs are weak …"
Pfft.
Pei Tingsong couldn't help but laugh. He couldn't stop laughing. Fang Juexia was a little displeased. He looked up at him. "Is it funny?"
"Yes, it's funny." Pei Tingsong squatted down and looked at his cold face. "You were so bold on stage just now. You led the whole audience to charge forward. I thought you weren't afraid at all."
He laughed childishly. "So there are times when you're scared too."
Fang Juexia stared straight at him again, which made Pei Tingsong feel that it was cute. It reminded him of a non-clingy cat.
"Alright, if they see you later, they'll think that I'm bullying you." Pei Tingsong grabbed his arm and helped him up from the ground. "Don't force yourself if your legs are weak. It's better to sit on the sofa than on the ground."
"… Thank you," Fang Juexia said as he sat down. His heartbeat was still not normal, and he could still hear the buzz from the stage. The situation just now was like walking on a tightrope. If they were the slightest bit careless, the entire group would not be able to make a comeback.
Fortunately, he gritted his teeth and endured it.
The makeup artist came in to help them remove their makeup. He was so excited that he wanted to praise them to the heavens. Coupled with the laptop that had been playing the live broadcast, the entire lounge was very lively.
The live broadcast was playing a new scene. They were still lip-syncing, and even the lyrics had not been memorized. Their lip syncing skills were comparable to their acting performance.
"Sigh, lip-syncing again." A young makeup artist took a cotton pad and walked over to Fang Juexia. She chatted and joked, "At times like this, the sound system is actually working properly." Fang Juexia sat on the sofa and let the makeup artist remove his eye makeup. He did not say a word.
Xiao Wen said, "But it's quite sad to go on stage after you guys. Speaking of which, Xiao Pei, your freestyle just now was real. I was trembling in the audience. "
Pei Tingsong declined the makeup artist's help and took the cotton pad himself. "What's wrong? I'm not lying."
He Ziyan smiled and repeated his improvised words from before. "Your little bitches loveso ~"
Lu Yuan, who was sitting in front of the mirror, was very excited. "No, no, no. That line is the best. The original lyrics are everywhere. Isn't it hot to hold a microphone to your lips? My heart almost skipped a beat. I thought to myself that I wouldn't be frozen because of Pei Tingsong, would I? "
Ling Yi shook her head. "Xiao Pei is too shameless. Every time he writes lyrics, he's either praising himself or dissing others."
"I'll diss you next time."
Jiang Miao: "But fortunately, Xiao Pei and Ziyan's b-box saved my life."
Fang Juexia closed his eyes and did not participate in the discussion. He nodded silently when everyone spoke. Pei Tingsong was sitting not far from him. He leaned his head back on the sofa and wiped his face with a cotton pad. From time to time, he would praise He Ziyan.
The lounge was very noisy, but not as noisy as it was on stage. Fang Juexia's mind was full of Pei Tingsong's laughter, the scene of him singing the rap, and the momentum that could be described as a newborn calf that was not afraid of a tiger. He was not sure if he had fallen into the trap of the suspension bridge effect, but at that moment, he was moved by Pei Tingsong's rap.
Time passed, and the accident did not happen again. The hosts in the live broadcast read the script of the plan.
The little clock in Fang Juexia's mind was also ticking. It seemed to be as unfettered as before. The second hand ticked little by little. Ten, nine, eight, seven …
"Xiao Pei will treat us later."
Pei Tingsong threw the cotton pad that he had used to wipe his face at He Ziyan. "Why? You're the older brother, and I'm the older brother?"
"I'm the older brother, and you're the overlord. Look at that last step of yours. You're going to lead us to a fight, aren't you? "
Pei Tingsong closed his eyes and smiled. "Then if you call me older brother, I'll …"
A soft and low voice rang out, interrupting his banter.
"It's New Year's Eve."
The host's background voice came from the laptop. There was also a large-scale singing and dancing performance that started at midnight. The noise and enthusiasm crazily tried to drill into his brain, occupy his mind, and make him join in the revelry.
But he could only hear one person's voice now. Pei Tingsong opened his eyes that had been blinded by the makeup remover. In a daze, he saw Fang Juexia's fresh and clean face. His eyes were still closed, and he looked surprisingly not cold, but very gentle.
"Happy birthday," he said softly.
Pei Tingsong was in a rare daze. He clenched the cotton pad in his hand tightly. His brain was blank. His usual eloquence had degenerated into a dull silence. Only his hearing became sensitive.
He heard Fang Juexia's words clearly, and they even echoed in his heart.
"Thank you …"
He regretted it as soon as he said it. He felt that he was too timid and not cool at all. Fang Juexia had made him dizzy, and he had even stupidly thanked Fang Juexia.
It must be because this terrible performance exhausted his mental and physical strength.
"You're welcome. You probably don't want to celebrate your lunar birthday."
Actually … it's not impossible. We're all Chinese. Pei Tingsong muttered in his heart.
Yes, I'm Chinese. What's wrong with celebrating my lunar birthday?
Pei Tingsong said, "Actually …"
"Yes! It's Xiao Pei's birthday today! " Ling Yi's appearance interrupted the possibility of him continuing to reply to Fang Juexia. The ability of a loud voice singer was to summon everyone to his side in an instant. He could turn a single birthday greeting into a big party.
Jiang Miao looked at the time and said, "Hey, that's just in time. Let's go out and eat something delicious. Let's celebrate together."
Ling Yi said, "Hotpot! Hotpot! "
Lu Yuan said, "Skewers! Skewers! "
He Ziyan raised his hand and said, "Captain, I want to drink."
Fang Juexia, who had caused all this, had successfully retreated. He was pushed to the side and quietly watched everyone play. He only smiled and did not say anything else.
Pei Tingsong was happy, but he still felt that something was stuck in his heart. It was really uncomfortable to be interrupted. He finally understood what it meant to be interrupted.
At this moment, his agent, Cheng Qiang, burst in and said excitedly, "You guys are on the hot search list again!"
"Really?" Lu Yuan quickly logged into his Weibo account and scrolled through the front page. The entertainment VIPs he followed were actually reposting their live recording.
[Waves in the Waves: Did you guys see Kaleido's (Thank you for the comment) full mic live?! F * ck! It's too awesome! It made me jump out of bed like a carp jumping out of a mountain! It turned an accident scene into a disco scene. Hurry up and show it to me! It started at 32 seconds! But I still have to curse at a certain platform's rubbish hardware. How could such a big event cause an accident?]
[Can I pass CPA this year: I saw it! When the lead singer in the gray shirt opened his mouth, I got goosebumps. The whole group's mic is really awesome. Did they debut with six voices?]
[Clever Is Me: Two days ago, they were crazily on the hot search list. I thought it was Wheat Bran marketing and was a little disgusted. I didn't expect it to be so good. PS: Cloud Vision is really rubbish as always.]
[I aole: Wheat Bran is quite good, but this level is already the ceiling of the idol's professional ability. After all, some idols have a hard time lip-syncing.]
[I'm Special Su: I've never paid attention to male groups, but in the end, I feel so excited. I want to dance! That plgg with red eyes is really amazing. His reaction is superb!]
[8th day of Zhou Xiu: I didn't realize that this dummy (Fans Don't Hit Me) was so strong. I only saw his face on the hot search list because of his face and CP. I thought he was a vase, but it turned out to be ACE. He was so handsome when he took off his ear. His rap line was also quite strong. It was the first time I saw such a good flow in a male group. The whole group performed without any ear. The rhythm, pitch, and performance were not affected. And the sound at the end was to highlight their awesomeness. X, it was perfect. Even if you're not a fan, you have to praise them. What a dummy group.]
[Inherit My Ant Flower: Don't say anymore. After this, it might not be a dummy group anymore. Look at the discussion, it's all over the hot search list. Conspiracy theories. Could this accident be caused by a man-made explosion?]
[Smile but don't speak. Inherit My Ant Flower: This explosion is too bad. They didn't guard against it and added fuel to the fire. Hahaha. PS: I like the main dancer brother. His explosive power and control are so strong! And the brother with blue hair. When he smiles, his eyes are so sweet!]
[Hold My Little Dummy Card: I'm ashamed. I can't praise as much as passersby. I can only silently like.]
[kkk: Did no one mention the rapper with glasses? Damn, the part where he talked to the camera like a bandit killed me! B-Box is full of soul.]
[Grape Tree Grows Well. Reply to kkk: Here he comes. The 19 year old thug in a suit is Pei Tingsong. He's the youngest member of the team. The lyrics of this song were also written by him! And he changed the lyrics on the spot. The original version is more harmonious.]
[kkk replies to Grape Tree Grows Well. The youngest??? Damn, I thought he was the boss. I was just saying why did his lyrics seem to be mocking today's party. Damn, he can still freestyle in this situation. Reisbye …]
[Little Artist Takes A Selfie Today: Didn't a certain group ridicule this group for picking up scraps? Now it seems like it. Just looking at them, they're all beautiful, strong, and tragic.]
Later, even the official Weibo of Cloud Television Network posted a live video of Kaledo. Soon, the video was forwarded by many VIPs and became the first hardcore program of the night. All members of Kaleido once again appeared on the hot search list and became a veritable hot search. Bilibili's editor compared their live a cappella performance with the original CD accompaniment. The comparison video also appeared on the home page of the video website.
Overnight, the Weibo fans of the six of them doubled. The most exaggerated ones were Fang Juexia and Pei Tingsong. They became the new pillars of the fandom. However, this group of heartless boys didn't pay attention to it at all. They forcibly celebrated their youngest's birthday. They ate, drank, and had fun at the KTV all night. They returned to the dormitory in the early hours of the morning and slept through the day because they didn't have any schedule for the time being.
They didn't know how much of an Internet tsunami that performance had caused.
The program team of Cloud Television Network was scolded by netizens and had to come out and apologize. They issued a statement for the previous stage accident. The next day, # Star Map Talent Scout # and # Kaledo Members Experience # appeared on the hot search list one after another. Marketing accounts took advantage of the popularity to dig out photos and videos of them before their debut. Clips of Lu Yuan and Ling Yi participating in competitions, videos of He Ziyan singing in bars, and even Jiang Miao's guzheng live broadcast room. Of course, there were also posts about Fang Juexia being selected as the most handsome guy in the department when he was in college, as well as posts about him being pushed to debut when he was in his previous company.
The only mysterious one was Pei Tingsong. His revelations were basically deleted in a second. There was also a blogger who claimed to be in the know. He posted a list of students enrolled in a famous American university. Pei Tingsong's name was circled in red. He vividly described his family background, his experience of dropping out of school without permission, and his legendary youth when he was beaten up by his father and hospitalized because of his illegal activities. However, it was quickly deleted. Even his Weibo ID was completely blocked.
The power of gossip was limitless. The netizens were even more curious about this mysterious group. It seemed that everyone had their own stories, and each of them had a different style of "protagonist" script.
The beautiful, strong, and miserable six-person team lived up to their name.
"It's on the way. Send me off first." Pei Tingsong dragged him to the entrance. He quickly took Fang Juexia's white down jacket from the hanger and wrapped it around him. He zipped it up and said, "Quick."
This person was simply … Fang Juexia did not know how to describe him.
He was different from all the people he had met before.
The result was obvious. Fang Juexia parked the car outside the P University, where people were coming and going. He pulled down the brim of his hat. The person in the front passenger seat was sleeping soundly. When he was woken up by Fang Juexia, he frowned and even pulled down his woolen hat in an attempt to cover his eyes.
Fang Juexia sighed and said coldly, "They're taking attendance."
Pei Tingsong woke up with a start. He pushed his hat back up and stared at him for three seconds. Fang Juexia opened the car door and said, "Get out."
"So fast?"
It was not fast at all. They passed six traffic lights in twenty-three minutes, and four of them took more than forty seconds. Fortunately, the traffic was not too bad.
Pei Tingsong looked at the rearview mirror and adjusted his hat. He got out of the car and closed the door. He tilted his head and waved at Fang Juexia in the car. "Thanks."
Fang Juexia nodded and watched as Pei Tingsong jogged into the campus with his backpack. His phone rang. It was a message from his mother.
[Juexia, I was watching the show at home and realized that you were not in the last episode. Are you sick?]
Fang Juexia just remembered that he had forgotten to tell his mother that there had been too many things happening recently. He did not expect that the episode he had recorded would be completely cut out.
[No, I'm in good health. I just didn't want to record that show, so I left. Mom, don't worry. I'll call you tonight.]
After editing and sending the message, Fang Juexia was ready to start the car and leave. But when he looked down, he saw a card on the passenger seat. It was covered with a matte black card cover. He turned the card over. It was indeed a picture of Pei Tingsong.
Even the picture of the campus card showed the arrogance of a devil incarnate.
He wanted to send a message to Pei Tingsong to tell him about it, but he realized that he did not have Pei Tingsong's contact information.
It was just a campus card. He could just go back to the dormitory and leave it on his desk.
Fang Juexia held the small card and stared at the smiling face of the youngest in the picture. He remembered how he felt when he lost his campus card in school.
He could not eat without a card. He could not go to the library. Some classrooms required cards.
Sigh.
In the end, Fang Juexia put the card in his pocket, unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car. Fortunately, he had a good memory. During breakfast, he heard Pei Tingsong talking to himself about the class schedule on his mobile phone to confirm the building number. The campus was bustling. He put on his mask and lowered the brim of his hat. But because he was not familiar with the environment, he could not find the building he was talking about after following the map for a while.
He had to find someone to ask.
He had already been noticed by many girls. Fang Juexia did not want to expose himself. He looked around and suddenly found a very tall boy in front of him. From the back, he looked quite reliable. He quickly walked over and lowered his mask.
"Excuse me, I want to ask..."
The moment the boy turned around, Fang Juexia was startled.
Wasn't this... the actor Zhou Ziheng who recorded Escape with his senior brother?
Even though he was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, Fang Juexia still saw through him at a glance. Only then did he remember that Zhou Ziheng was indeed studying at P University. He felt that it was a little rude to pause like this, so he cleared his throat and finished his unfinished question.
"Actually, it's just over there. Turn right and go through that path. You'll see the grey building." Zhou Ziheng pointed. "It's very close."
"Thank you." Fang Juexia bowed. "Thank you, senior."
Who knew that the famous top actor's eyes would light up. "Sure enough! I was wondering why you looked so familiar. Are you from Kaleido? Why are you here? "
"Yes, Fang Juexia." He raised his head. The wind blew away the hair on his forehead, revealing the red birthmark at the corner of his eye. "I... came to deliver something to the youngest in our group."
"Oh, I know. Pei Tingsong, right? He's quite famous in school." Zhou Ziheng was satisfied with his memory. He reached out and patted him on the shoulder like a senior. "I like your songs very much. See you later. I have to go to the laboratory. "
Watching the senior actor leave, Fang Juexia felt a little incredulous. It turned out that this actor, who usually had a strong aura, was so friendly and easy to get along with.
Following the instructions, he found the teaching building where Pei Tingsong had his classes.
"422..." Fang Juexia silently read the door number and entered the elevator. But he soon regretted this decision. The elevator was small and there were mirrors on all sides. He could clearly feel the girls around him looking at him, especially the one who was standing diagonally in front of him and hurriedly ran into the elevator. Fang Juexia lowered the brim of his hat to cover the birthmark as much as possible, then lowered his head and stared at his sneakers.
"Hello..." a girl said hesitantly. "Are you Fang Juexia?"
Sure enough, he was recognized. Fang Juexia looked up and smiled. He neither admitted nor denied it. The girl thought that he had admitted it, so her tone became joyful and she even began to stammer. "Oh my god, oh my god, I like you so much!" Then she seemed to have thought of something and her eyes lit up. "Juexia Ge, are you here to look for Pei Tingsong?! I, I took the same course as him! It's today's class! "
Fang Juexia glanced at the time on the top right corner of the elevator. His gaze returned to the girl and he said very objectively, "Then you're already late."
"Sure enough!" The girl became even more excited. "You're here to look for Xiao Pei! Oh my god, I didn't waste my time looking at the trending topics until three in the morning. It's so real, so real... "She covered her mouth as if she was afraid of making any noise, like a strange little animal.
What's so real?
Fang Juexia was confused.
Pei Tingsong sat by the window as soon as he entered the door. He was listening to the class when suddenly there was a sound from the door. A girl who was late tiptoed in. There were not many people taking this course, so there was an oversupply of seats. As soon as the girl came in, she sat directly in front of Pei Tingsong.
He glanced at her and continued to listen to the class.
"The Ship of Theseus is similar to the inference form of a typical chain paradox, but the essence is different: the latter uses the initial logical predicate, and it is a typical fuzzy predicate..."
On the podium, the professor mentioned the Ship of Theseus. Pei Tingsong stopped spinning his pen and could not help but be lost in thought. It was as if he was now the big ship that was being disassembled for parts, and everyone was forcing him to replace the parts.
After replacing every piece of the deck and every part, would he still be himself?
How could he preserve his true self?
While he was lost in thought, the girl in front suddenly turned around and placed a card on his desk. It was his campus card.
Pei Tingsong was stunned. He wondered if she had dropped it somewhere and picked it up, so he softly thanked her and took the card.
"It's not me." The girl lowered her voice. "Someone asked me to pass it to you and asked me not to tell you who he is."
Pei Tingsong naturally asked, "Who?"
"Juexia Ge." The girl's expression suddenly became excited. "He just left."
Fang Juexia?
He subconsciously looked out of the window. In fact, he did not expect to see anything, so Pei Tingsong was not sure of his motive. But he did see the back of the figure wrapped in a snow-white down jacket downstairs. A pair of slender legs walked along the path and out of sight step by step.
Pei Tingsong rested his chin on his hand and tapped his campus card with his right index finger.
This was indeed unexpected. He did not expect Fang Juexia to make a trip for him. He clearly felt that this person's shell had softened a little during the live broadcast last night, but after one night, it seemed that he had returned to his cold self.
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