My Crown in Entertainment Circle

Chapter 15: | 【15】

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The movement here quickly caused the passers-by to watch, and stopped standing and pointing.

The fat man probably couldn't afford to lose this person. It might have been frightened by Cen Feng's eyes just now, his face changed a few times, and finally he didn't say anything. He stared at him fiercely and turned around in a hurry.

Cen Feng withdrew his eyes, looked down at his head, stared at Xu Xuxing, turned back, picked up the guitar on the ground, and put it back in the box.

Xu Zhexing finally recovered, rubbed carefully, pursed his lips, and then asked in a hurry: "Brother, do you remember me?"

Cen Feng glanced at her and put the installed guitar on his back.

She rubbed her palms in the corner of her clothes, and whispered nervously: "Last autumn, you played here and bought me a cup of milk tea ..."

The voice became smaller and smaller, and an annoyed expression appeared on his face.

I was just too impulsive just now!

Let Aidou see her so sturdy side, all good impressions are gone, woo woo.

Cen Feng backed his guitar, put his hands in his trouser pockets, bowed his back slightly, and looked down at the little girl in front of him.

She was well-dressed, and the whole person was round and round. The red scarf went all the way from the neck to the lower jaw. She wore a furry hat on her head. There were two red fox ears on the top of the hat, which was swayed back and forth by the night wind .

Only half of his face was exposed, reddened by the cold night, his eyelashes were covered with fine snowflakes, the roots were clear, his eyes were bright and clear, and when he laughed, he bent into the shape of a crescent moon.

He spoke lightly in her annoyed expression: "Remember."

Her eyes lighted up, her face flushed, and her voice was full of unshakable capers: "Brother, I haven't seen you for a long time. Will I ask you to drink milk tea this time?"

It's still snowing.

His fingers twitched in his trouser pockets, and for a long time he responded faintly: "Well."

Xu Zhexing was happy, and followed him to the milk tea shop not far away. She looked at the signboard menu and turned to ask, "Brother, what do you like to drink?"

Of course she knew his tastes, but she asked him carefully.

Cen Feng looked at the night wrapped in Fei Xue: "Randomly."

Xu Zixing shouted to the boss very boldly: "Boss! Two cups of caramel milk tea, plus red beans and pearls! Very sugary! Hot!"

Aidu likes to eat sweets, milk tea is very sugary. Although caramel and red beans are very sugary, it will lick the greasy people, but I love beans, everyone follows the same paragraph of get, it doesn't matter if it is sweet or fat.

Cen Feng's eyes flashed slightly, and she looked down at her.

Xu Zhexing paid for it, struck down his tumbling heart, and tried to make himself behave normally. After the boss made a milk tea, he passed it through a straw and took a sip of joy.

Almost got past sweet.

At this time, even the milk tea is not delicious in the future!

She swallowed hard, peeping at Cen Feng, who was holding her straw, and asked later, "Brother, is it delicious?"

Cen Feng said: "It's delicious."

Xu Dixing: "..."

Sure enough, it is my very sweet love bean!

He said it was delicious, and when he drank it again, he really felt that it was not that hard to drink.

Xu Zhexing was filled with honey in his heart, drinking milk tea with a pit, and stepping behind him. Not far away, Cen Feng stepped in and turned to look at her: "Aren't you going home?"

Then she woke up from the honey, and quickly took two steps back: "Yes, yes!"

Although she wanted to ask him a lot, she wanted to tell him to take good care of herself, not to grieve herself, but she opened her mouth and said nothing.

Cen Feng has taken back his eyes: "Thank you for the milk tea."

Xu Jiexing shook his head and tried to make his voice light: "No need to thank you! Go back home, it's cold outside!"

Cen Feng nodded, turned around and walked away, without a few steps, the girl's obedient voice came from behind: "Brother, I will come here to listen to you singing tomorrow night."

He did not respond.

When I returned to the dormitory, my roommates were already asleep.

The place where he lives now is a trainee dormitory arranged by the company. A total of four people live in each room. When Cen Feng didn't turn on the light, when he walked to the door of his room, the hallway pulled open from the outside to the inside.

Yin Chang was wearing pajamas and had messy hair. The handsome facial features appeared harmless to humans and animals. The voice flooded with the lights in his house: "Brother, how come you are so late today?"

Cen Feng ignored him, unscrewed his door and walked in, put the guitar down, undressed and changed his shoes.

Yin Chang followed, and pestle looked at him at the door in silence, and finally said as if he was determined: "Brother, I heard Brother Niu at the company today that he was coming to trouble you. I heard that the above said to you I was very dissatisfied with being late and leaving early, without training to go out to sing. "

He looked at Cen Feng disapprovingly: "Brother, why have you changed so much this year? Don't you want to debut?"

Cen Feng put on a black vest and slippers, and a towel was placed on his neck. The exposed arms and calves had clear lines, and compared the soft and thin Yin Chang.

He glanced at him lightly: "Did you finish? Go out after finishing."

Yin Chang blushed as he choked.

He didn't exchange Ceng Feng with a good word for several times. In the end, he was young and could not hide his eyes. His face was still aggrieved, but his eyes overflowed with maliciousness.

Cen Feng was expressionless and walked sideways from the door to take a shower in the bathroom.

Yin Chang took a deep breath and shouted at his back: "Cen Feng! Even if you are dissatisfied with the company, you don't have to vent it to me? I take your brother, what do you think of me ?!"

He responded to the sound of the bathroom door closing.

Immediately after the sound of water, the people inside seemed to have not taken his words to heart at all. No matter what he said or did, he could not get the other person's eyes.

Yin Chang recalled that two years ago, they had just come to the company. He and Cen Feng are the same batch of trainees. They are in a dormitory. Cen Feng is one year older than him. When he cried a brother obediently, Cen Feng really took him as his brother.

Everything makes him think about him. Help him correct his pronunciation, practice dancing with him, he will not buckle his movements one by one, his ligaments are not good, Cen Feng will lift his leg to help him press it little by little.

Someone in the company scolded him, and Cen Feng waved his fist and went up to help him fight.

A teenager, who is not guilty of facing a group of people, his mouth was swollen by the other side, and he smiled and comforted him: "No fear, they dare not say anything in the future."

At that time, he really regarded Cen Feng as his brother and thanked him.

When did it start to smell bad?

When the dance teacher praised Cen Feng unabashedly but scolded him for being clumsy, when the vocal teacher praised Cen Feng for his talent but looked at him and shook his head, it was Cen Feng who could play the piano for half a year, and he still stumbled and practiced Bayer practice Qu Shi.

He knew he should not be jealous.

But he couldn't control it. Those jealous, jealous, and resentful emotions, like a fine net, circled his heart circle by circle, and bleed out.

But he disguised it very well. While enjoying jealousy in his heart, he enjoys the care of Cen Feng.

until……

Until last year.

Cen Feng didn't go to training because of fever. After waking up with a nasty sleep, his eyes changed.

He seemed to be a different person, indifferent, lonely, lonely, walking in his own way, covered with thorns all over his body, so that people dare not approach.

Yin Chang thought at first that he was aware of his careful thoughts and was not panic-stricken all day long. He pretended to be cautiously pleased, but no matter what he did, Cen Feng never responded.

He even deliberately clashes with other trainees, but in the end only got Cen Feng's indifferent look.

Not only did he alienate himself, he also cut off contact with everyone around him. He started slacking off training, was late and left early, and even went to the night market like a neuropath to sing.

Brother Niu, who manages the trainees, said that he didn't let him converge half a point. They all said that once the best seedling was destroyed, the company might give up this person.

Yin Chang was secretly happy while worrying that if Cen Feng left, who would help him in the future? What if those who once bullied him came against him again?

Today I heard that Brother Niu was going to the night market to teach Cen Feng, he was waiting for Cen Feng to come back to explore the tone. Unexpectedly, I still touched my nose.

Yin Chang gritted his teeth angrily, but had no choice but to stare at the closed bathroom door for a long time before finally returning to the room and slamming the door.

Cen Feng finished his shower and returned to his room covered with moisture.

There is no underfloor heating in the dormitory, and the heating in winter depends on the small solar electric heaters assigned by the company to the trainees. He didn't like to use it. The whole room was cold and even the wall lamp was cold.

Drying his hair, he put the money he made today into a box where he saved money, glanced at the mechanical parts and books piled on his desk, sat on the bed with his computer, opened the browser, and searched for new machinery assembly videos.

Seeing late at night, when you exit the video and you are about to turn off the computer, a small box pops up in the lower right corner of the browser: you have 99+ blog messages.

Blog?

He paused and clicked the bullet frame.

After their debut, those public accounts were managed by the company, and even the blogs they had used were all unregistered. After returning to life, he forgot that he still has a blog account.

The page pops up, and the latest content is the photo of the stray cat he fed last year.

Cen Feng clicked into the message area.

I finally know where all the 99+ news comes from.

It's all an ID called "Heaven Picks Stars for You".

He pulled down the page and looked at them one by one. The style of the painting was normal at the beginning:

——Eat on time like a kitten

——It's dark, it's time to sleep, don't stay up late, good night

——Cool, has it snowed there? Remember Tim

——I saw a super nice little flower on the side of the road today and sent it to you!

——I encountered a question that I won't do in math test today! Ah ah my first grade cannot be guaranteed

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Then it gradually became: