Idol and school grass are at the same table

"I really didn't cry."

Some of Shen Zhixing's voices were a little low, and the meaning of concern couldn't be more obvious.

Only then did Ji Ting realize that he was watching whether he was crying or not.

The softest part of my heart seemed to be pinched by someone, a little sore and a little soft, but it didn't hurt, but rather itchy.

Shen Zhixing stared at Ji Ting for a few seconds, sighed softly, leaned over and hugged him, patted his back with one hand, and stroked Ji Ting's hair with the other to comfort him.

"Cry and cry, I won't laugh at you."

Probably because his actions and tone were too gentle, the grievance in Ji Ting's heart surged up instantly.

Ji Ting did not cry, he is not a person who loves to cry, no matter how hard or tired he is, he will grit his teeth and hold back his tears.

When participating in the last draft and winning the championship, several other contestants were either crying or turning their backs to secretly wipe their tears. Only Ji Ting gritted his teeth and looked at the camera to keep his tears from falling.

Even when he decided to withdraw from the competition and terminate the contract, Ji Ting was more angry and cold-hearted.

For so many years, the time when I cried the most was probably when I quarreled with Zhao Hao during the winter vacation.

"I said I didn't cry."

Ji Ting took a breath, put some distance away from him, stretched out his hand and pushed him, "I'm going home, hurry back to your self-study."

Shen Zhixing held him back again, "It's boring for you to be alone, brother will take you out to have fun."

"Stop making trouble." Ji Ting frowned, "I can go out after asking for leave, why do you go out, and want to climb over the wall to go to the hospital?"

"You look down on me too much, don't you?" Shen Zhixing dissatisfied, "I'm also wise."

After Shen Zhixing finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to signal him to give the note to himself, "Bring me another pen."

Ji Ting didn't know what the hell he was up to, so he handed the things to him.

Shen Zhixing wrote his name on the slip with two strokes, capped the pen and returned it to Ji Ting, "Okay, let's go."

Ji Ting was stunned for a moment by his deceptive operation, "But if you are like this, the head teacher will go to the class later and see that you are not there, won't he still find out?"

Shen Zhixing: "Then it doesn't matter, let's find an excuse, at most it's going to scold me, punish me for endorsement duty or something, at most...Write a self-criticism, anyway, it's something I'm very good at."

Although this is indeed the case, Ji Ting is an honest person determined to be a good student, and he still wants to save his fallen boyfriend, "The fake note will always be returned to the teacher in charge, if you are like this..."

Shen Zhixing stuffed the pen into Ji Ting's hand, took the leave note in one hand and pulled him out, "It looks like you're all right after being so wordy."

The two left the school smoothly, and Ji Ting narrowed his eyes as he looked at the person next to him who didn't change his expression or his heartbeat, "Have you done such things before?"

"Not really." Shen Zhixing smiled very "modestly", "Only, how many times have there been?"

"Wang Zha didn't lead our class at the beginning. Our teacher was pregnant at the time and didn't care about us. Chen Xuan and I went to her office to steal the stamped note."

Ji Ting was speechless at his proud behavior, "No wonder you are so skillful at skipping classes."

"But later, the guard got to know me, and Wang Zha came to take us again, so there was no chance." Shen Zhixing shook his head regretfully, "Wang Zha's control is too strict, and it's useless to have a leave of absence. School, I can't escape being scolded when I come back, and now I have a shadow on her."

Ji Ting: "Then don't you still do a lot of things that violate regulations and discipline? I don't think you are afraid of her at all."

The weather is getting warmer and the days are getting longer.

Shen Zhixing glanced at the sky that had just turned black, "Are you really going home now?"

Ji Ting responded and turned his head to look at him, "Are you sending me off?"

"Okay." Shen Zhixing smiled, "It's just that you might not go home so early."

Ji Ting doesn't really want to go home either.

He just didn't want to be at school anymore and had nowhere else to go.

In fact, Zhao Hao sent him a lot of messages in the afternoon and asked him if he should take a leave of absence.

Ji Ting didn't want to trouble Zhao Hao, so he refused.

There were a lot of cars around at this time, but there were no people on the sidewalk.

The two walked for a while with a distance of half a step, and Shen Zhixing stopped suddenly, "Ji Ting."

Ji Ting also stopped, Shen Zhixing smiled, took a big step forward, and took his hand.

Ji Ting was a little nervous, looked around, wanted to break free, but was not willing to let go.

"It's okay, no one is looking at ours." Shen Zhixing looked at the hands they held and shook his arms, "There is a small park in front, let's go for a walk."

The park is quite big, there are lakes, rockery, and some rides for children. There are many trees around, and the scenery is not bad.

The weather is getting warmer, and there are more people going out for a walk at night, but most people haven't finished their meal at this time, and the crowds in the park are not too many.

There are sporadic aunts who are preparing to dance in the square chatting around, and some parents bring their children after school to play.

It was a little noisy, but there was a kind of tranquility that Ji Ting hadn't felt for a long time.

The hands of the two had been loosened a long time ago, and they stopped after walking side by side for a while.

There is no fence around the lake, only some artificial rocks are piled up, and the effect of preventing falling into the water is almost zero.

Ji Ting stood a little farther in, Shen Zhixing reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back a step.

Ji Ting looked at his cautious look from the side, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, "What's the matter, are you afraid of me jumping into the lake?"

"That's not it." Shen Zhixing touched his wrist with a bit of nostalgia, and then withdrew his hand, "Now, you have a hesitant air all over your body, I have to guard against it?"

Ji Ting turned his head and said nothing, Shen Zhixing was silent for a few seconds and suddenly leaned into his ear, "This lake looks clear, but it's actually quite deep."

"Besides, I heard that a student from our school went missing before, and it was only found in the lake after several days. When it was fished out, the whole person was rotten and unsightly."

Shen Zhixing lowered his voice as he spoke, and it sounded a little gloomy, "The most important thing is, I checked the surveillance at the time and found that he didn't look abnormal at all, it didn't look like he committed suicide, and he looked normal when he was walking by the lake. , but suddenly..."

The sky is getting dark, there are many willow trees by the lake, and the breeze blows through the hanging branches and leaves to make a "rustling" sound. Coupled with someone's deliberate gloomy tone, it really has a scary atmosphere.

It's a pity that Ji Ting is not only afraid of these things, but also has a heart to punish others.

"Brother Xing." Ji Ting followed Shen Zhixing's example and lowered his voice, but kept staring behind him, with a frightened expression on his face, "Over there, there seems to be a shadow..."

The bully wanted to be intimidating, so of course he wouldn't fall for the bait so easily, he smiled casually, and lied a little, "Really?"

Ji Ting took the opportunity to push him violently, and continued to tell someone's unfinished ghost story, "Suddenly, it was like being pushed down by an invisible hand, right? Like this?"

His slap did not hold back at all, it was so strong that Shen Zhixing staggered a bit from his push and almost lost his footing.

Ji Ting was afraid that he would fall, so he stretched out his hand, then quickly withdrew his hand, and glared at him, "The ghost stories are well written, do you like thrills? May I recommend some ghost movies to you?"

Enough of Xiao Shen's bullying, he patted his chest, "I was wrong, I didn't... want you to be happy."

"Then thank you very much."

It was getting dark one by one, and the two turned around for a while and sat in the small pavilion next to them to rest.

It's nothing when it's noisy, but once it calms down, many images still unconsciously appear in Ji Ting's mind.

With some complicated emotions in his heart, Ji Ting suddenly wanted to smoke.

He doesn't smoke much. Before he was under too much pressure or when he was playing with friends, he would only smoke two cigarettes. After returning to school, he basically quit.

Once some ideas pop up, it is difficult to get rid of them if they are not realized.

Ji Ting was a little irritable, and turned his head to look at Shen Zhixing who often went to the bathroom with Chen Xuan to smoke between classes, "Did you bring cigarettes?"

Shen Zhixing touched his pocket, shook his head, "I seem to have put it in a drawer."

Ji Ting scratched his hair and stopped talking.

Shen Zhixing stared at him for a few seconds, stretched out his hand in front of Ji Ting and spread it out, revealing what he was holding inside, "But there is this."

It's some mints.

Wang Zha strictly controlled the discipline in the class, and the boys were often caught smoking. Every time Shen Zhixing finished smoking, he had to find a way to destroy the evidence, and he always carried a few mints in his pocket.

"It allows you to directly experience the excitement of hiding from the class teacher after smoking."

Shen Zhixing stretched his hand forward, "Do you want it?"

Ji Ting glanced at it without interest, "Forget it, it smells like toothpaste."

Shen Zhixing stuffed a candy into his mouth, bent down to pick up a stone and threw it into the water in a bored manner.

The sound of stones entering the water was covered up by the surrounding square dance music, leaving only ripples in the dark sky.

The streetlight next to it suddenly turned on, and the surrounding area was much brighter.

"Ji Ting." Shen Zhixing took a breath, twisted his body to look at Ji Ting, "Do you have to explain to me?"

In fact, there is nothing to explain, Ji Ting is indeed not without fault, he added the contact information of fans.

At the beginning, the girl probably knew that he would not reply to her, and always treated him like a tree hole, not only often posted some confession, but also posted some things about herself.

The little fan's parents have a bad relationship, but the news to Ji Ting has always been optimistic.

Although Ji Ting has never replied to her, but because the things she posted are different from others, and because the family environment is similar, he still has a deep impression on her.

Until later, the little fan sent a long farewell message, the pessimism revealed between the lines, and it was obvious that she was not in the right mood.

Ji Ting didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but he was a little flustered. He sent her a private message but didn't see her reply. He was afraid that she would really get overwhelmed, and he didn't dare to talk to his agent about it. made a phone call.

The little fan didn't do anything stupid, and got the contact information of idol.

Of course, Ji Ting didn't treat her differently, and the news didn't come back much.

Only one night before the meeting organized by the company before the finals, when the little fans told him that they were going to meet him, they chatted a few words.

Those so-called "intimate photos" on the Internet are just photos taken when Ji Ting met a girl when he went to a dinner party with other people after the meet and greet.

What kind of intimate posture, the sweetness in the eyes, all can't be more fake.

Although he didn't do anything, Ji Ting didn't expect that this would be exposed, and it was the girl who took the initiative to explode after she lost her fans.

I didn't even expect that the facts would be distorted like this.

In addition, there are people with a heart to deliberately sow right and wrong, and there are so many rhythmic marketing accounts and black fans on Weibo that it is impossible to scold them.

The rest are all the result of a certain ex-teammate of Ji Ting maliciously exaggerating and distorting the facts.

Ji Ting didn't know about the luxury goods when he received them, and someone else gave the clothes given by fans to his girlfriend.

As for some other details, black material that has no basis at all, it is completely rumors.

It was so sad, Ji Ting didn't want to say this to Shen Zhixing, he was silent for a long time but shook his head, "I have nothing with fans..."

"I know." Shen Zhixing interrupted him, "I mean, explain to me, your opponent is so stubborn and won't let you go."

"After such a long time, you still post on our school forum. Someone has to do it with a purpose. It can't be that some black guy is bored and picks things up first, right?"

Ji Ting was already prepared that he would be unhappy, when he heard this sentence, he was slightly taken aback.

Which one is right?Who else, except one of his "former teammates".

Ji Ting wasn't that bored with Zhou Jiarang, he was just a captain, he didn't like people holding back his team, and he wasn't very polite when talking to him.

In other respects, Ji Ting didn't care much about him.

But obviously, Zhou Jiarang was not like this.

Although Zhou Jiarang didn't practice seriously, he cared about popularity very much. He also had a young master's temper and was used to being praised by others.

Ji Ting is too capable, already strong in his limelight, and he often lectures himself, which makes him even more dissatisfied.

It is normal to make the stumbling block.

But this does not mean that Ji Ting is not angry.

Ji Ting can ignore the previous incidents, but he has already chosen to leave, and he is speechless and annoyed that he still has to be grabbed by him.

"So there really are such idiots in your circle." Shen Zhixing shook his head in amazement, "I've learned a lot."

Ji Ting stared at the center of the lake in rapt attention, did not answer his words, but unconsciously clenched his hand into a fist.

After a while, Shen Zhixing called out his name, "You want to continue, right? I think this is actually an opportunity."

Ji Ting understood what he was talking about in an instant, his fingers became more and more forceful, and the palm was scratched by the nails, but he didn't care at all.

Shen Zhixing sighed, and stretched out a hand to grab his hand, "Believe it or not, I never believed your messy rumors from the very beginning, before I met you."

"Maybe it's because someone around me likes you, so I have an inexplicable affection for you." Shen Zhixing slowly, gently and forcefully opened his tightly held hands, "But the more important reason should be that, Lots of people like you."

"I have always felt that it is impossible for a person to be liked by others for no reason, especially an artist. If there is really no sparkle, how can there be so many fans chasing after them? Are the fans blind or brainless?"

Shen Zhixing's voice had an indescribable gentleness, Ji Ting suddenly felt his throat was blocked, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

After a while, Ji Ting withdrew his hand stiffly and stood up, "It's getting late, let's go back."

Opposite the park is a dance training institution, and when the two went out, there happened to be someone who had just finished class.

A group of four- and five-year-old girls in pink tutus hopped up and down to their parents.

There are small vendors selling cartoon balloons on the street.

A little girl was having fun with a balloon she just bought, but she accidentally lost her grip and dropped it to the ground.

The balloon floated for a certain distance, and floated in front of Ji Ting and Shen Zhixing, a little closer to Ji Ting.

Ji Ting bent down to help her pick it up, but a gust of wind blew over, blowing the balloon into the middle of the road, just as a car drove by.

The little girl burst into tears.

The girl's mother had just finished paying, and when she turned her head and saw her startled, she rushed to the two of them to pick up the little girl, and took a step back warily.

Ji Ting knew that she must have misunderstood something, but he was not interested in explaining anything to strangers, so he raised his legs to leave.

The person next to him stopped him, "Wait a minute."

Shen Zhixing ran to the side and bought a balloon, and pulled Ji Ting to the little girl's side.

The little girl's mother probably also knew what was going on, and when she saw Shen Zhixing, she shook her head in embarrassment and refused, "No, no need..."

Shen Zhixing handed the balloon to the little girl, "It's fine."

The little girl was still crying in her mother's arms, looking at him vaguely with tears on her face.

Shen Zhixing smiled, and stuffed the balloon into her hand, "Hold tight."

"Look at you crying." The mother watched the girl take the balloon and wiped her face, "Say thank you."

The smile in Shen Zhixing's eyes became more obvious, he said no, but kept staring at the little girl.

The little girl covered her face with a balloon shyly.

After a while, I poked my head, looked at Shen Zhixing from behind the balloon, and said timidly, "Thank you uncle."

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

Shen Zhixing was stunned for several seconds, and looked at her in disbelief, "What do you call me?"

The girl's mother patted the little girl with a wry smile, "What uncle, brother."

The little girl hid behind the balloon again, not letting her mother scream.

Shen Zhixing's shocked expression was so funny that Ji Ting couldn't help laughing either.

"I bought it with this uncle." Shen Zhixing was quite adaptable, and immediately thought of La Jiting's jumping into the water, "You should also say thank you to him."

Ji Ting glared at him, and his naive understanding of him deepened.

The little girl poked her head out slowly again, blinked her big eyes and stared at Ji Ting for a long time, "Thank you brother."

Shen Zhixing completely collapsed, while Ji Ting laughed out loud.

The little girl's mother was so amused by this that she forgot to mention her and couldn't help laughing.

Shen Zhixing was so shocked by this cruel reality that he was speechless for a long time.

After a while, he asked without giving up, "Why is he an older brother?"

The little girl laughed twice, and rolled her eyes, "Because, because, he is pretty."

A certain school bully who claims to be Feng and the first school grass can't accept it even more, "Then I don't look good? Am I ugly?"

These words seemed to stop the little girl.

The little girl waved the balloon, glanced in Ji Ting's direction again, and said in a milky voice, "You...you are so fierce."

All the way to the bus station, Shen Zhixing couldn't accept that he was called "uncle".

"Am I really ugly?" Shen Xiaoba looked at himself repeatedly at the camera with his mobile phone, "It's obviously a peerless handsome face, I really don't know how to appreciate it."

"Whether it's fierce or not, you don't know in your mind?" Ji Ting was tired of laughing, and his whole body trembled when he saw him like this, "You don't get your reputation as a school bully just because you skipped classes and violated discipline. Ah, half of it is due to your peerless handsome face."

Shen Zhixing's bus arrived.

Ji Ting didn't take this class, and pushed the person beside him who was still obsessed with his beauty, "Get in your car."

Shen Zhixing finally put the phone into his pocket, took two steps forward, then stopped suddenly, and waved to Ji Ting.

"Let's go quickly." Ji Ting waved his hands and called out deliberately, "Uncle."

Ji Ting's car also arrived soon.

At this time, there was no one on the car going in that direction.

Ji Ting found a seat and sat down and took out his cell phone.

The screen just lit up, and a new message from WeChat popped up.

It was Shen Zhixing.

[I originally wanted to pour you chicken soup, but I didn't expect to poison myself. ]

[The chicken soup will not be filled, I will write to you first, I know you can make a decision. ]

[If you like it, do it again, no matter whether you will stand on the stage or not, no matter what your identity is, I believe that one day you will do what you like again. ]

[I'm waiting for that day, and I'm waiting for you too. ]

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