Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life

Song Yan signed another one on the back of the girl's clothes in cooperation, and finally took a picture with the two of them.

"Can I post the photo on Weibo?" the girl asked.

Song Yan thought for a while: "Can you hide the name of the school? Just say that you met by chance on the street——I don't want to cause trouble to my friend."

"Okay, okay!" The two girls promised, and sneaked a few glances at Xia Lin, then reluctantly left.

After the two girls left, Song Yan sat down next to Xia Lin, as if he was finally tired from playing.

Xia Lin said: "Aren't you going to explain what happened just now?"

Song Yan hurriedly said: "Don't get me wrong, I don't know them, it's just that they know me!"

Xia Lin thought that I could have misunderstood something, I don't know anything about it.

"I see that they asked you for autographs and photos. Are you famous?"

"Uh, this..." Song Yan looked a little embarrassed, "Don't laugh at me after you tell me."

"You said."

"Actually, it's nothing. I just sing when I'm bored, record it and post it on the Internet, and then I have some fans..."

Xia Lin thought to himself, Song Yan's singing is really good, it's not surprising that there are fans who like his voice, but...

"Recording songs with photos?"

"No, later someone said that I had a good voice and asked me to record radio dramas. I accepted a few dramas, and the number of fans increased. Then someone organized a fan meeting, and many fans asked me to take photos and post them on the Internet. So my picture went viral..."

Xia Lin asked curiously: "What radio drama did you record to make them so fascinated by you, and even organize a fan meeting for you?"

Song Yan was a little embarrassed: "Just what, Tanmei radio drama, you may not be interested..."

Xia Lin suddenly looked embarrassed.

He knew that there was such a circle in his last life, and he also listened to several dramas on the recommendation of his friends. Some of them were quite big, but there were also some dramas with good reputations. He even recommended them to Song Yan.It's just that Song Yan showed a lack of interest at the time, and after recommending it twice, he stopped mentioning it.

Unexpectedly, in this life, Song Yan would voluntarily join the ranks of supporting dramas, and even become a well-known CV.It seems that once Song Yan, without the nourishment of love, becomes empty and lonely, he will easily go to the Internet to be a demon.

Xia Lin had a rare curiosity: "What is your ID for supporting the drama, I will search for it later."

Song Yan didn't expect Xia Lin to be interested. He was happy and embarrassed, and said in a low voice, "My ID is... Song Lin Fengyue."

"Song what?"

"Song Lin Fengyue." Song Yan's voice became smaller and smaller, "Xia Lin's Lin."

Xia Lin didn't know what expression to show, Song Yan's sudden fancy confession in the past two days made him a little unbearable.

Then Xia Lin took out her mobile phone and directly searched Song Lin Fengyue's Weibo.

Before he could finish spelling the four words, Song Yan suddenly remembered something, quickly pressed Xia Lin's hand and said, "Don't, don't, don't look!"

"why?"

"Anyway, don't look at it yet!" Song Yan's face flushed with anxiety.

Xia Lin felt that his reaction was suspicious, so he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Why can't you watch it? Did you do something to offend me?"

"No, no, anyway. Anyway, let me delete some first."

"You must have done something shameful." Xia Lin avoided Song Yan's hand and continued to enter the ID.

"Oh, I'm going to fuck—!" Song Yan didn't dare to fight him hard, so he could only take out his mobile phone, planning to delete as much as he could.

"Don't delete it, I've already opened it." Xia Lin shook the phone at him, "If you dare to delete one, I won't invite you to dinner at noon."

Song Yan's eyes lit up: "Are you in charge of lunch? What about evening?"

"Don't push yourself too far!"

Song Yan looked aggrieved: "I have already decided to go on a day trip to University B, and I have nowhere to go for dinner no matter what."

Xia Lin didn't bother to talk to him any more, she lowered her head and began to focus on Weibo.

"Emma is so ashamed." Song Yan didn't dare to look at Xia Lin's expression, and hung himself on the back of the chair like a sloth, with a look of lovelessness.