Emotionally stable, but continuing to go crazy

Wei Zhe'an was a little confused by his sudden mention. He tilted his head slightly and did not answer immediately.

After spending a long time together, Tong Yang was able to understand Wei Zhe'an's subtle movements. He said directly: "If you are short of money, I have some here, about 100,000. If it is not enough, Brother Bin also has some. We can help you get the money you need from the contract."

Wei Zhe'an felt Tong Yang's sincere concern, and his smile became more natural: "No need, my issues are basically resolved. If nothing unexpected happens, the termination agreement can be signed this week."

Tong Yang was still worried: "That's good, draw a clear line with that side as soon as possible, and there is no need to be hypocritical with Liu Zhenyu anymore."

He chose his words carefully: "You... seem to be in a low mood recently, and not as lively and cheerful as before. Is there something bothering you?"

Wei Zhe'an put down his chopsticks and pursed his lips, seeming reluctant to talk more. He could only find a seemingly reasonable excuse: "Maybe I'm too tired from work recently, and I have to eat and rest with Liu Zhenyu, so I feel a little bit unable to relax."

As soon as Tong Yang heard it, he understood that Wei Zhe'an didn't want to say more, so he tactfully didn't ask any further questions.

But he was still worried about Wei Zhe'an's condition. He said sincerely: "Although we met on the show, I think we get along very well. If you have anything that makes you unhappy, you can tell me. We all care about you and hope to share some of your worries."

A warm current surged in Wei Zhe'an's heart. He was no longer so resistant, but gently leaned his head on Tong Yang's shoulder and whispered: "Mom Yang, I'm a little sad."

Tong Yang gently stroked his hair and asked softly, "What makes you sad?"

Wei Zhe'an blinked, seeming a little slow, then shook his head, seeming to find it difficult to speak.

Tong Yang comforted him: "No matter what difficulties you encounter, things will eventually pass. The important thing is not to let your emotions control you, but to learn to find a way to release them."

Wei Zhe'an's eyes were wet. He hugged Tong Yang tightly and sighed, "I really don't know what I would do without my mother."

Seeing him acting like a spoiled child, Tong Yang felt a little more at ease and hugged him back tightly: "Even if you don't have a mother, you still have a father and your brothers. They have been worried about you these days."

Wei Zhe'an rubbed Tong Yang's shoulder, his voice a little hoarse: "Don't worry, I will find a way to adjust myself."

Tong Yang patted his back gently and encouraged him, "Well, eat quickly, you still have to face Liu Zhenyu later."

When he heard Liu Zhenyu's name, Wei Zhe'an's expression became frustrated again: "It's really annoying..."

Tong Yang also nodded in sympathy: "Yeah, I hope he leaves soon. You don't have to care about him after the second public. He pesters us every day, it's really annoying."

Tong Yang was always gentle and polite to others and seldom talked about other people's gossips, but Liu Zhenyu's behavior really annoyed him and he couldn't help but agree with him.

"Yangyang, come and help me." Xu Wenbin held a dinner plate in each hand, and the soup bowl on the dinner plate was shaking as if it would fall over at any time.

Tong Yang turned around when he heard the voice, quickly took the plate from Xu Wenbin's left hand and placed it steadily aside.

Xu Wenbin took the seat next to him and said casually, "It's rare for the canteen to make three fresh dishes. I grabbed one for you."

Tong Yang thanked him gently, then unpacked the chopsticks and handed them to Xu Wenbin. Wei Zhe'an held his chin, his eyes moving between the two of them, and an inexplicable sense of relief surged in his heart.

Xu Wenbin noticed Wei Zhe'an's gaze and joked, "What's wrong, little one? You look at us so intently. Can you fill your stomach by staring at us? Eat quickly."

Wei Zhe'an responded playfully: "Seeing my parents being so loving, my mood naturally becomes better. Why do I need to eat?"

Xu Wenbin shook his head and smiled, while Tong Yang patted his arm and said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense here and eat quickly. We still have to spend the afternoon in the practice room, and there are assessments waiting for us tomorrow."

Wei Zhe'an nodded, picked up the chopsticks again and continued to enjoy the food.

In the afternoon, the sun shone obliquely on the corridor of the training building. Wei Zhe stood quietly in front of the window, gazing towards the entrance of the base.

The waiting time seemed to be infinitely stretched, but Li Jinhe's car never came back, which made him start to fantasize again.

He curled his lips in self-mockery and turned around to go back. At this moment, the elevator door opened with a "ding" sound, and Xiao Meng walked out with a smile on her face.

"An An!" Xiao Meng greeted warmly, her voice full of energy.

After a week of getting along, the two have become very familiar with each other. Wei Zhe'an stood there, patiently waiting for Xiao Meng to come closer: "You're back, thank you for your hard work, is everything going well?"

Xiao Meng shook her head: "It went very smoothly. They just handed over a contract. Didn't you see Qiu Weibing's face? He was so green."

Wei Zhe'an pulled the corner of his mouth and revealed a bitter smile: "That's not a good thing. That old fox must be planning something again."

Xiao Meng patted her chest and said proudly, "Don't worry, if they dare to look for you, I will follow you all the way. Even though I'm not as tall as you, I'm a black belt in Taekwondo! I'm a super fighter!"

Wei Zhe'an was amused by her words: "It's not that unsafe, we just need to be careful."

Xiao Meng nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became a little silent, and they seemed a little awkward. Xiao Meng scratched his face and asked tentatively: "An An, um, isn't there going to be a theme song test tomorrow? How are you going to take it?"

Wei Zhe'an smiled easily: "It's a normal test, why are you suddenly asking this?"

Xiao Meng blinked and said with some concern, "Dancing with an injured foot like you did on the first public stage?"

Wei Zhe'an shook his head and comforted her with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm much better now than I was then. My foot injury has almost recovered."

He secretly thanked his lucky stars that the side quest was completed in time and his foot injury recovered much faster than expected. Seventeen estimated that he would be fully recovered before the second public hour.

Xiao Meng was still a little worried: "Well...then I'll take you for a checkup on Saturday to see how your recovery is going?"

It has been two or three days since the mission was completed. The physical enhancement that Seventeen mentioned was just adding some numbers on the numerical panel. Wei Zhe'an could not see the specific changes, nor did he feel anything. He had already thought of going to the hospital for a thorough check-up, so he did not refuse.

He thanked her gently and noticed that Xiao Meng seemed to be relieved as if she had completed a task. An idea flashed through his mind.

To test him, he asked softly, "Take me to the hospital for a checkup...Did your boss specifically tell you to do that?"