Green tea junior is always catching me

There are still more than ten days before the welcome party. At this moment, it is really difficult to find a suitable actor.

Xia Qi asked the people in the performance agency, most of them have already set up the show, and they all said that it is difficult to hold multiple roles.

Li Xinghe asked a few more questions, Yu Shijie killed himself and couldn't participate in the performance, so he had no choice but to give up.

Xia Qi: [Why don't you just ask in the school group to see if anyone comes to save the situation? 】

Li Xinghe: [3 minutes ago, I already posted on Moments. 】

Xia Qi clicked on his circle of friends and almost spit out.

Li Xinghe: [Actors are urgently recruited, the height is required to be above 180, and the appearance is correct.As long as you save this time, you are my father!From now on, if you let me go east, I will never go west! 】

A dozen or so comments were added in an instant.

Luo Ming: [Brother Xing, do you think I can do it? 】

Cao Xu: [I, I, I, I also want to sign up. It doesn't matter whether you act or not, the point is that I want to hear you call Dad. 】

Qin Tao: [Hiss, I'm also a little bit moved, what's going on. 】

……

Xia Qi burst out laughing.

She sent a message: [Xing Xing, you can't find actors like this, you can only find a group of dads. 】

Li Xinghe dismissed it, and then received a new message.

Zhao Qingbei: [Brother is looking for an actor? 】

Li Xinghe said: [Yeah, the previous people stopped acting. 】

He paused, then added: [You should still call me Brother Xing. 】

The word "brother" is actually a bit too intimate.

Zhao Qingbei: [Do you need my help? 】

Li Xinghe didn't react a bit: [What can you help? 】

Zhao Qingbei: [Above 180, good-looking, I seem to fit all of them. 】

Before Li Xinghe could type, he said again: [One more thing, I don't need you to call me daddy. 】

"..."

He stared at Zhao Qingbei's head portrait with weird eyes, as if he wanted to poke a hole in that picture.

The head portrait is a soda can placed on the road, which is very artistic. The nickname is "Bz", which has a romantic atmosphere.

This person obviously ignored him during the summer vacation, but now he was helping him with his urgent needs. He felt that he didn't know Zhao Qingbei very well.

There are new notifications popping up all the time.

Xia Qi: [I asked the performance club, and they all said they couldn't arrange it, what should I do? 】

Xia Qi: [If it really doesn't work, let's force Luo Ming to go up? 】

Xia Qi: [Woooo, as soon as he goes up, I feel that the special prize is going to be yellow. 】

Li Xinghe hesitated for a long time, but still typed a reply to Zhao Qingbei: 【You really don't need me to call you Dad? 】

The other side quickly replied: [You have misunderstood me deeply, I have no special hobbies. 】

Li Xinghe said cautiously: [Then do you need anything else?I can tell Teacher Ge about adding credits or something. 】

I heard that Zhao Qingbei's grades are not good, so he should need credits.

Zhao Qingbei: 【Just as long as the elder brother arrives. 】

Li Xinghe looked at this line of words, his hands trembled.

This Mr. Zhao is always unpredictable.

The message bar was silent for a moment.

Zhao Qingbei: [Then, send me the script for a look? 】

Only then did Li Xinghe remember the script, and sent it to him.

He got up and went to the refrigerator to get a can of iced Coke, and came back to drink while reading the script.

Ge Yun said before that she had to read it over before writing, so Xia Qi only wrote an outline——

The heroine is Princess Li, who was betrothed to General Li Sui since she was a child.Li Sui was cruel and cold-blooded by nature, the princess's father was afraid of him, and wanted to control his military power by marrying him as a son-in-law.The princess has a twin brother, the frail second prince Zhou Yu'an.

Seeing this so far, everything is normal. It should be that the princess does not want to marry General Li, which is in line with the theme of the original song of "Happiness".

Li Xinghe then looked down——

Zhou Yu'an admired Li Sui since childhood, and the princess felt sorry for her brother's infatuation, so she asked her brother to marry Li Sui for her.

"Pfft! Cough cough cough..." The Coke in his mouth spewed out in one gulp, choking to death.

The latter is even more outrageous, Li Sui is a scumbag, and Zhou and Princess An Dang are used as doubles, and the two staged a bloody sadomasochism.

From the beginning to the end, this princess only played soy sauce twice in the opening and the middle.

Li Xinghe sent a message angrily: [I really am on the script, have you shown this script to Ge Yun? 】

Xia Qi replied slowly: [I have seen it. 】

Li Xinghe: [She wasn't mad at you to death? 】

Xia Qi: [She said it's pretty good, it's very eye-catching, and it's a drama that young people like. 】

Li Xinghe typed, trying to tell her that this kind of drama would make the blood pressure of the 50-year-old leader soar. Halfway through the fight, he discovered something even more terrifying.

——He has already sent the script to Zhao Qingbei.

He didn't even send it, so he went to the chat interface with Zhao Qingbei in a hurry.

I saw him reply a few words.

【finish watching. 】

[Well written. 】

Li Xinghe: "..."

In the high math class three days later, Li Xinghe took the initiative to sit next to Zhao Qingbei with his textbook.

Advanced Mathematics is a public class, and there are a lot of people every time.

Zhao Qingbei likes to sit in the back row. When Li Xinghe passed by, many girls looked back.

"Isn't that the senior of the student union? He knows the courtyard grass?"

"I didn't hear that the courtyard has added a student union."

"Why does the atmosphere between the two of them look weird? Help, did the courtyard grass laugh just now? I haven't seen him smile since the beginning of school..."

Li Xinghe didn't hear the twittering in front of him, so he asked in a low voice: "Are you sure you want to play the role? We don't have classes for the next session. If it's decided, we can find a place to rehearse."

Zhao Qingbei glanced at him, he lowered his head halfway, and could only see the small whirlpool on the top of his hair.

The hair is really thin, he thought to himself, looking soft, it might feel good to the touch.

"Okay," he replied.

Li Xinghe pretended to be nonchalant and said: "Do you think the script needs to be revised? I have no objection, but I'm worried that you may not accept it."

Zhao Qingbei couldn't help but glanced at the hairpin again, propping his chin with his right hand: "No, I can accept it."

Li Xinghe was a bit messy.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with the script?

He cleared his throat and was about to speak when he suddenly felt something pressing down on the top of his head.

The girl in front gasped and covered her mouth.

With a slight movement of the hair on the top of his head, Li Xinghe realized that it was Zhao Qingbei's hand.

Just as he was about to raise his head, he heard Zhao Qingbei say, "Don't move, there is something on your head."

After speaking, the hand was taken down, and a short blade of grass was placed in front of him.

Li Xinghe suddenly wanted to scratch the wall in embarrassment, remembering that he fell asleep on the lawn just now.

He tried his best to keep a straight face, trying to get back a little bit of the aura of a senior: "Oh, thank you."

Zhao Qingbei chuckled lightly: "You're welcome."

Li Xinghe was originally just a little bit embarrassed, but when he heard this laugh, that bit of embarrassment turned into downright embarrassment.

He said unhappily: "What are you laughing at?"

Zhao Qingbei curled his mouth: "It's nothing, I just feel that brother—"

Li Xinghe thought he was going to say "I just think my brother is cute", just thinking about the word "cute" made his fist harden.

Lovely mom, your whole family is lovely.

I'm not cute, thank you.

However, Zhao Qingbei paused and said, "My brother is still a child."

Li Xinghe's head buzzed, and he looked at him as if he had seen a ghost.

What is this called, what is this called?

What is still a child?

He retorted quickly with his mouth and brain: "You are the child, and you are obviously younger than me."

"Well, I'm one year younger than my brother." Zhao Qingbei said with a smile instead of the anxiousness he imagined, "But I don't drink orange juice, I don't play with Coke bottles, and I don't steal spicy sticks in class." .”

Li Xinghe felt thunderous.

He thought that Zhao Qingbei was sitting in the last row, so he should not be able to see the front.

Even if he could see it, he wouldn't be that boring.

As a result, he sucked orange juice in class, iced his forehead with Coke, and ate spicy sticks under the table, all of which were watched...

Hold!What a fuck!

He didn't want to talk to Zhao Qingbei anymore.

"Goodbye, you should study hard." He said stiffly.

Picking up the textbook at hand, ready to bend over and go back to the front.

Zhao Qingbei pressed his book calmly: "Didn't you come to me to check the script?"

"I don't want to be right!"

Zhao Qingbei laughed softly.

He actually looks good when he smiles, Danfeng's eyes are slightly curved, and his pupils are slightly provocative.The corners of the lips raised an arc, and the shape was very attractive.

But when Li Xinghe thought of the reason for his laugh, he became very annoyed.

He tried to snatch back his textbooks, and the two secretly started a tug-of-war.

"Zhao Qingbei, don't force me to do it, do you really think I dare not beat you?"

"Brother, calm down and sit down first."

"Are you fucking laughing?"

"Shh, the teacher is watching you."

Seeing the movement in the back row, the teacher on the podium pushed his glasses to roll his name and said, "That blue dress in the back, get up and answer this question, what should you choose for this question?"

Li Xinghe cursed inwardly, so he had no choice but to let go of his hand and stood up bravely.

He didn't even open the book, so he didn't know which topic the teacher was talking about.

"What's your name?" the teacher frowned.

When it's over, remembering the name means deducting ordinary points.

He remembered that last year, he usually failed with [-] points. If he deducted a few more points this year, he would have to score a lot more in the exam.

"C."

A muffled voice came from the side.

Li Xinghe was taken aback, then looked at Zhao Qingbei.

Apart from him, there was no one else around to remind him, so he had no choice but to reply: "Choose C."

The teacher looked at him dissatisfied, but still pressed his hands and said: "Okay, sit down, don't talk casually in class next time, and talk after class if you have something to say."

Li Xinghe was shocked that he answered correctly.

After class, the two made an appointment with Xia Qi to go to the office of the student union to rehearse their lines.

Li Xinghe walked beside Zhao Qingbei with the book in his arms, and asked in confusion, "How did you answer the question in class just now?"

Zhao Qingbei said casually, "Guess."

"Guess? You dare to tell me if you guessed blindly!" Li Xinghe almost shouted.

Zhao Qingbei shook his head with a smile: "Why are you so easy to deceive, of course it's okay."

Li Xinghe's voice became louder: "I believe you are a ghost, how could you figure it out in such a short time."

He paused, and in order to retaliate against Zhao Qingbei's previous teasing, he deliberately poked him at the pain point and said, "And your grades are so bad, it's the same as mine, it's absolutely impossible to calculate it."

Zhao Qingbei paused and smiled, out of anger.

"My grades are bad, who told you?"

Li Xinghe finally got him into the army, and said confidently, "Don't pretend to be Mr. Zhao, I have seen the rankings of the freshmen's college entrance examination, and I can't find your name at all."

With a proud face, he said sympathetically, "Oh, it's not a shame to donate a building to school, at least it shows that your family has strong assets."

You deserve it, I made you pretend just now.

Zhao Qingbei narrowed his eyes and said, "Of course I won't be ranked in the college entrance examination."

Li Xinghe laughed wildly: "Haha, I knew it, you admitted it."

Zhao Qingbei continued: "Because I was recommended to come in, and I have never taken the college entrance examination."

Li Xinghe: "..."

Zhao Qingbei raised his eyebrows: "Oh, by the way, it's the first prize in the National Olympiad. Do you think I guessed the question just now?"

From the teaching building to the rehearsal room, Li Xinghe was immersed in the resentment of being cheated by the bully.

After a long time, the clown turned out to be himself.

The rehearsal venue is located in the offices in Area A.

When the two walked in, Xia Qi, Luo Ming, Cao Xu and another boy were already inside.

The boy has long hair and looks very artistic.When he saw Zhao Qingbei, he got up and said hello: "Old Zhao, you are finally out of class."

Li Xinghe snatched Luo Ming's potato chips, leaned close to Xia Qi and said, "Why are you messing with people into the office? Who is this person? You don't even know him, so just let him participate in our secret plan."

"Confidential hammer, you acted before you even started to match your lines, right?" Xia Qi rolled her eyes at him, and stuffed potato chips into her mouth, "That's the president of the photography club, Mr. Zhao specially hired him to be in charge of mirroring of."

Li Xinghe choked.

"Fuck, it's so advanced, you still need to find a professional to operate the mirror."

He couldn't help but look at that person more, he didn't expect that Zhao Qing's way to the north was quite wide.

"By the way, do you know that Zhao Qingbei is recommended for admission?" Li Xinghe said sourly, remembering what happened just now.

Cao Xu said first: "I know this. It is said that he could be recommended to the excellence class. It is the kind of one-year university first, and then choose any major independently."

Xia Qi was surprised and said: "Isn't that only the top talents in our school can go? Why didn't he go later?"

Cao Xu: "I also heard what Han Mengjia said. It seems that his father wanted him to inherit his ancestral business, so he was forced to send him to the school."

"So that's the case, but the School of Economics is also very good." Xia Qi said thoughtfully, "Hey, it turns out that the young master also has troubles."

Li Xinghe became even more sour: "Bullshit is annoying, I also hope to be forced to go home and inherit my ancestral inheritance, but give me some inheritance."

They chatted for a while, and then began to assign tasks to everyone.

Coordinating this kind of thing is easy to say, but it is quite complicated to arrange, because it needs to know everyone and the project in charge.

But Zhao Qingbei made the arrangements, the recording equipment, the stage design team, and the choice of Fuhuadao. He seemed to be familiar with these channels, and he explained it in a few simple sentences.

Xia Qi secretly gave Li Xinghe a thumbs-up, and said in a low voice: "The stores he chose are all frequent cooperations of performance agencies, and they all have a good reputation. They must have done their homework in advance."

The president of the photography club is called Bai Ju, and he suggested that the two male leads should record this song.

Everyone else agreed: "That's a little more artistic."

Zhao Qingbei looked at Li Xinghe and asked, "Brother, can you?"

This was the first time Zhao Qingbei called him since the beginning of talking about the script.

Xia Qi and Luo Ming have heard it several times, so their expressions are very numb.But Cao Xu and Bai Ju were different. Cao Xu looked back and forth between them with gossip and shock, and Bai Ju laughed outright.

"Wow, when did Lao Zhao recognize a brother." He teased.

Li Xinghe ignored his question, pretending to be serious and said: "Of course I can, Yugelu Maiba is not bragging, but you..."

He looked Zhao Qingbei up and down, and hummed: "It is said that when God opens a door for you, he will close a window. Does singing mean your window?"

Zhao Qingbei raised the corners of his lips, but did not answer.

Bai Su laughed loudly: "Xinghe, you don't know something. This guy bragged to me that he was No. 1 in the top ten singers on campus for three consecutive years in high school. Don't tell me, I don't believe it, so we will wait for him." Let's sing and see."

Li Xinghe's expression froze, Zhao Qingbei would not be able to brag whoever brags.

Well, people are more popular than people, and there really are such people who can do anything.

That's crazy, so what window did God close for him?

After the work was assigned, the three leading actors sat down and spoke to each other.

They don't need to speak out every word on stage, because these dialogues are pre-recorded, but at least the process must be familiar.

Xia Qi was very angry and said in her dantian: "Brother, then you can marry me on my behalf, the general will love you very much!"

She also served as the narrator for a while: "It's night, Zhou and An Fengguan are sitting in the bedroom of the general's mansion, their hearts are beating wildly."

The three onlookers were laughing like hell.

"Okay, it's your turn." Xia Qi poked Li Xinghe.

Li Xinghe gritted his teeth and said, "Li... Li Sui, are you drunk? I'll help you to bed and rest... Damn, how did you write such a line?"

Xia Qi's face was full of anticipation: "You continue, don't stop."

"Ah, Li Sui, let go! Don't do this, I'm not my sister...Xia Qi, let me tell you, the principal will pass out after reading this sentence." Li Xinghe tapped her on the head with his notebook, threatening.

Xia Qi said dissatisfiedly: "It's not 'Ah, Li Sui', he obviously said 'heeping, and pronounced Li Sui's name'."

"..."

Zhao Qingbei clenched his fist with his right hand, coughed and said, "This sentence is really big."

Cao Xu couldn't help laughing: "Also, be careful, Brother Xing puts the script on your head, change it, Xia Xia."

Xia Qi was still a little unwilling: "But the second prince is a sick beauty, is there a problem?"

"I don't care what kind of sick beauty he is, I'll punch you and make me cry." Li Xinghe said coldly.

Zhao Qingbei pressed the corner of his mouth and reminded: "On the day of the party, all the school directors should be present."

Xia Qi looked at him blankly, and after a while understood what he meant, covered her mouth and screamed: "You mean, your dad will go? Ahhh sorry, I forgot this, okay, I'll fix it tonight Fix your lines."

They rehearsed until dinnertime, when everyone went off-campus for dinner.

During the banquet, Zhao Qingbei sat next to Li Xinghe.

He watched Li Xinghe order a few dishes, and said, "My brother really grew up in City S, he likes sweets so much."

Li Xinghe was puzzled: "How do you know that I'm from City S? Have you peeked at my student status information?"

"No, I heard what others said." Zhao Qingbei smiled slightly, "I stayed in City S for a few years when I was young."

Province A is far away from City S, and Li Xinghe rarely meets his fellow countrymen, so he immediately became very interested.

"What a coincidence, which district do you live in?" His eyes lit up.

Zhao Qingbei said, "Ning'an."

Li Xinghe became even more excited: "Really, I'm also in Ning'an! Do you go to school there? Which school?"

Zhao Qingbei glanced at him leisurely: "Brother is curious about my affairs?"

"You are half of my hometown, of course you are curious." Li Xinghe said naturally.

Zhao Qingbei dragged his tone: "Well, then get to know me slowly, and I will tell my brother everything."

Li Xinghe felt that what he said was not right, but it was very useful.It's like Zhao Qingbei would know everything about him, it sounds comfortable for anyone else.

Because of this, he didn't care about the mystery of the words anymore, picked up the chopsticks to eat the dishes, and even turned the wine and herb heads to Zhao Qingbei: "Try it too, the dishes in this restaurant are very good The taste of childhood memories."

Zhao Qingbei said with a smile, "Okay."

They were a group of boys eating, except for Xia Qi, everyone else drank some wine more or less.

Bai Su got a little drunk, took advantage of Zhao Qingbei's time to go out to answer the phone, and sat next to Li Xinghe.

Li Xinghe was replying to WeChat with his head bowed, his face didn't look very good.

The note on the chat interface is "Li Li'an":

【Xing Xing, do you have enough money recently?Dad bought you some presents to send back, and it may take more than a month to arrive. 】

[When is the holiday, come to Dad's place to play, you haven't been here for many years. 】

When Bai Su moved over, he immediately turned off the screen.

"Girlfriend?" Bai Su teased him.

Li Xinghe smiled: "Brother Bai, if you keep in touch with me for a few more days, you won't ask this question anymore."

Bai Ju said: "No, I'm here to contact you. Are you interested in joining the photography club?"

Li Xinghe was stunned: "Are you inviting me? Doesn't it mean that your club never invites people, and to join you need to submit works for the selection."

"Hahaha, it seems that you know us quite well." Bai Su smiled, "But there are exceptions to everything. I saw a few groups of photos you took, and I think the composition angles are very good, but there are some places that are a little lacking. You come to our club, there are many talented people in the club, and there are many opportunities to learn."

The last sentence, it's hard for Li Xinghe not to be moved.

But he still paid attention to one point: "Where did you see the pictures I took? You don't like to visit the school's official Internet bar just because you have nothing to do."

Bai Su rubbed his nose, and said frankly, "You won't believe me when I visit the official website. There's nothing to hide about this. It was Lao Zhao who showed it to me."

"Zhao Qingbei?" Li Xinghe asked in surprise.

"Yeah, he said before that he would recommend someone to me." Bai Ju said, "Don't think there is anything. Although it was recommended by him, I may not necessarily want it. After reading your works, I think Okay, that's why I came to ask you."

Li Xinghe was suspicious: "But my photography skills are not good enough."

Bai Su said solemnly: "Yes, he also thinks that you are not home."

"?"

"So he wants you to come in and learn."

Li Xinghe said angrily: "I knew he had no good intentions!"

Bai suddenly laughed and leaned back and forth.

At this time, Zhao Qingbei came back.

"What are you talking about, Lao Bai is about to laugh out loud." He wiped his hands with a towel and said.

Any action at random is particularly pleasing to the eye when he does it.

In many cases, his tutor can always show the most vividly in words and deeds.

For example, the small act of pouring water for Li Xinghe before the meal, or the calm tone when he interrupted just now.

It may appear flattering and impolite to others.But on him, everything becomes very reasonable, elegant and polite.

Li Xinghe squinted at him: "Brother Bai said, do you think my photography skills need further study?"

Zhao Qingbei understood instantly, "tsk", looked at him and explained: "Brother, don't listen to his nonsense, I introduced you because I saw you were interested."

Bai Su smiled and said, "But what Lao Zhao said is right. Interest in photography is the biggest driving force. Xinghe, do you have a favorite photographer?"

Li Xinghe immediately said: "Of course, I have liked him since high school."

Zhao Qingbei glanced at him calmly.

"Who is it?" Bai Ju asked him.

Li Xinghe was a little embarrassed: "He is a cutting-edge photographer, you may not have heard of it."

He guessed that Bai Su should like big bosses like Weston and Newman, but his liking for Patrick was different from that for big bosses, and this layer of favor added more envy and yearning.

"Are you a newcomer? From what you've said, I guess it's pretty good." Bai Ju said.

Li Xinghe: "Of course, he is a member of U."

Next to him, Zhao Qingbei let out a slight smile, which was so fleeting.

Bai Su also laughed, a little ambiguously: "Oh, U - yes, yes, it's really powerful, isn't it Lao Zhao?"

Zhao Qingbei twitched the corners of his mouth, looking not very interested.

"It must be great to make my brother like it." He said lightly.

Li Xinghe glanced at him: "Why do I feel that you are a bit yin-yang?"

"Really, your illusion." Zhao Qingbei said.

Bai Ju found nothing about their conversation, and said with emotion: "I also have a photographer I like very much, but it's a pity that he hasn't come out much in recent years."

"Who is it?" Li Xinghe turned to him.

Bai Bu said, "Lander, you may have heard of it."

Li Xinghe's eyes changed suddenly, he involuntarily pursed the corners of his mouth, and slowly clenched his hands into fists.

Bai Ju thought he hadn’t heard of it, and told him about science: “Lander used to be a visiting professor at the Sfin Art Institute. You know Sfin, the photography major ranks in the top three. He took the documentary route in the early days, and now he focuses on abstract art. "

When he talks about his favorite photographers, he can't stop gushing about his style.

Zhao Qing listened while drinking water in the north, smiling without saying a word.

Li Xinghe's face was a little pale, and he rarely said anything quietly.

Seeing that they were chatting lively, Xia Qi leaned over and said, "Are you talking about the Art Academy? Brother Bai, do you want to study abroad?"

"I would like to, but my family won't let me." Bai Su smiled and shook his head, "I was just talking about a photographer I like very much, named Lander."

Xia Qi asked, "Which country is it from?"

Bai Ju said: "The Chinese are just called by this name. His Chinese name is Li Li'an."

Xia Qi was stunned for a moment, then took a breath, and immediately looked at Li Xinghe.

"...Haha, Yuan, so she is Chinese." She was at a loss for words for a while, and she didn't know how to stop Bai Su from continuing to praise Li Li'an.

Zhao Qingbei suddenly said, "I think his current style is very moaning."

Li Xinghe's eyelashes trembled.

Bai Su spread his hands helplessly: "Abstractism is like this. He has been complained about many times on the Internet."

Holding the cup in his right hand, Zhao Qingbei shook his index finger: "It's not about the genre, it's just that his previous works are warm, but now—"

His tone was a little cold: "very cold, without emotion."

Li Xinghe turned to look at him.