Has the scumbag actor confessed?

"Haha! I want to show my mom a screenshot, she must be very happy!"

[Screenshot of chat history]

"My mother really likes you. But you are the kind of child from someone else's family. Parents like you the most."

"Which department of University B are you recommending? I was hesitant to try the Shanghai Drama Academy, but since you are in Beijing, I will take the Beijing exam."

Since you are in Beijing, I will take the test in Beijing.

Zhong Yi read the last half of the sentence several times and shook his head in disapproval. How could he be so rash when it was about the future?

It's not without reason to be called a scumbag, and it's too one-sided to consider the problem.

He clicked on the screenshot again, it was the conversation between Shen Xifeng and Shen's mother.

After reading the chat records between the two of them, Shen's mother first returned a smiling face, and then a string of text: "Tell Xiaoyi that Auntie is very happy to cook for him and hope he lives comfortably in our house. Xifeng, you have to have a good time with Xiaoyi." Learn from him, he is a rare good boy, you are lucky to be friends with him.”

A long sentence without punctuation, but Zhong Yi raised the corners of his lips.

He could still imagine the tone and movements of Shen's mother when she said these words, her eyes would glow softly when she saw him, exactly the same as Shen Xifeng's.

"Zhong Yi, are you ready? You have been in for a long time."

The villagers outside the door are waiting for Xueba to return to the village. .

He pressed the flush button and quickly replied, "Thank you, Auntie, too. I'm asleep, so you can rest too."

In the executive suite of the St. Regis Hotel, a thousand kilometers away, Brother Cheng was inspecting the wound on Shen Yu's right hand.

The scratches on Shen Yu's wrists have been sterilized, and the red and purple patches are just skin wounds that are easy to heal. The five centimeters long scratch near the elbow is the real danger.

If he hadn't pulled Xiao Yu at that time, he probably would have needed stitches for this injury.

"Don't look at your phone, go to bed early, you woke up so early today, you haven't closed your eyes all day."

Shen Yu held the phone with his left hand, typed unskillfully, and murmured 'hmm' twice.

While making the bed for Shen Yu, Brother Cheng said: "Brother Yi called just now and said he had greeted the TV station. Tomorrow we will go there an hour earlier to avoid fans and avoid any accidents."

"It's not the fans' fault," Shen Yu finally finished typing and put away the phone.

He looked down at the wound, and said indifferently, "They were also sad when I got hurt. I guess they blamed themselves too much at the moment. If I change the itinerary tomorrow, they must think I'm angry."

"Be careful. Tomorrow's show will have a few shots underwater. It's not good for your wound to soak in water for a long time."

"Got it." Shen Yu stretched lazily, and it really hurt a little when his arm pulled hard on the wound.

He jumped onto the big bed, threw himself into the fluffy quilt, and let out a long sigh of contentment.

"Good night, Brother Cheng!"

Brother Cheng was about to leave the room when he heard this sentence.

He paused, turned around and saw that Shen Yu had closed his eyes.After hesitating for a moment, he finally closed the door for Shen Yu lightly.

Return to Ningzhou again.

Under a pale emergency light, Zhong Yi was giving a lecture to Xie Zhongyu, the third son in the dormitory. After the WeChat notification sounded, he took out his mobile phone.

Xie Zhongyu asked suspiciously: "Who is sending you a message so late? Have you got a girlfriend?"

Zhong Yi gave him a bored look, glanced at the reply, and turned off the phone again.

Xie Zhongyu glanced at the screen, his small eyes splattered brightly: "You still say you're not a girlfriend? Say good night!"

Zhong Yi felt that he was simply unreasonable: "If you say good night, you mean your girlfriend?"

"Nonsense! Which man can say good night when he has nothing to do?"

Xie Zhongyu pushed his black-rimmed glasses with his index finger, and calmly recounted the case: "Your WeChat rang just after you entered the house, and then you went to the bathroom for nearly 5 minutes. You must have used this time to check the previous messages and reply. Tell the person you're going to bed so you can get a good night.

"It's impossible for such a boring conversation to happen between two boys, so it must be a girl who sent you the message!"

A few people who were scattered in the room gathered together with a whoosh.

"Well said! Applause!" Xu Yun led the group to pat a few times, grabbed a toilet water bottle and brought it in front of Zhong Yi: "Does the suspect have anything to add? If not, we will be sentenced." !"

The suspect Zhong Yi looked dazed, and it took him a long time to say: "Is it too tiring to say good night?"

"Stop making excuses, comrade!" Xu Yun impassionedly turned the toilet water bottle back in front of him, and opened WeChat again: "I'll show you the conversations between real men!"

What Zhong Yi sees is the chat records of the dormitory group, most of which start with "please bring breakfast" and end with "rolling a calf", "dreaming" and "calling daddy".

This is Zhong Yi's familiar style of chatting, but it can only be said that he and Shen Xifeng's style of painting was wrong from the beginning.

Well, it should be because of the different levels of this group of people.

Taking advantage of the stall where Zhong Yi was thinking, other people in the dormitory squeezed in, five pairs of eyes stared at him, and there was a faint green light in the dark night.

"So, which girl is it?" Xu Yun lowered his voice, coaxing a confession.

Zhong Yi smiled leisurely and asked, "Which girl do you really think is worthy of me?"

It really doesn't.

The roommates gasped one after another—they were deeply uncomfortable because Xueba showed his superiority so unabashedly, and wanted to report it backhandedly.

Only Xie Conan Zhongyu still firmly grasped the essence despite being physically and mentally traumatized: "It's not a girl, is it a boy?"

The roommates stopped reporting, and the roommates were boiling.

"Yes!" Xu Yun rubbed his chin and looked Zhong Yi up and down, "Actually, if it's Zhong Yi...I'd like to try too..."

"Fuck you!" The second child, Wan Fan, pushed Xu Yun away, "If Zhong Yi comes out, will it be your turn?"

The second child turned his head and smiled at Zhong Yi, "Little Zhong Zhong, I have six pack abs!"

"Why is it two yuan less than others?" Xie Laowu, who is thirsty for knowledge, does not miss any opportunity to learn.

"That's because everyone's muscle groups are actually different..."

"Come on! Look at your broken bamboo pole figure, are those abdominal muscles or ribs?"

Zhong Yi was frightened by the straight man in a closet in a dormitory, pondered for a moment, and announced a series of numbers: "65,78,82,77,54, [-], [-], [-], [-]."

The straight men who were scrambling to come out stopped pinching each other, and turned to look at Zhong Yi, "What? Height? Weight? Measurements?"

"Length? Depth? Circumference?"