"Speak up! Too guilty to speak? Let me tell you, the day after tomorrow, you and Zhuo Ran meet, I will also go, Zhuo Ran has already promised me, I want to see what flowers you can talk about."
"Can't talk about any flowers, just to discuss with Zhuo Ran about the signing of the contract, if you want to come, you can."
"You're really going to let your brother sign Zhaoyang ah! My God, Zhuo Ran even dared to agree to you, he is not afraid of you, the younger brother control a displeasure crazy, to demolish his company."
"Don't worry, if I'm upset, the first one to tear down Zhuo Ran's company won't be you!"
Muzion: ......
He's so innocent, okay! What does he have to do with it, he's not the boss of Zhaoyang!
"Then I'm going to take a good look at your baby brother the day after tomorrow to see if he's worth signing or not, in case he's a beautiful piece of wood and loses money even if he signs, it's better not to sign at all."
"You don't even mind such a piece of rotten wood Zhuo Ran, can there be any more money-losing than you?" Sigunto said calmly, "You'd better worry about yourself, Mingming isn't going the day after tomorrow, only I'm going."
"You are the rotten wood! Why didn't he come? The shelf is so big."
"He doesn't need to come, I've made a deal with Zhuo Ran, he can just come when it's time to sign."
Mu Ziang was simply speechless, "I don't think he needs to come to sign, you can sign on his behalf, why don't you just be his agent? Or a special studio for him."
"How do you know he doesn't have one? When he's done with this year, to make sure he's not on a whim and really wants to develop in this circle, then I'll open a studio for him and attach it to the Zhaoyang name."
Mu Ziang: ......
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
But, "Is your brother willing? He made up with you?"
"Hmm."
"Really? In the end, he not only didn't appreciate it but also thought you were in charge of him." The first time I saw this kind of thing, Mu Ziang saw it too many times, in the university days, Si Junoduo, it was simply like I would have the heart to the bright, but the light shone on the ditch, no matter what Si Junoduo did, how much he did, Wen Ming Yi just ignored it, wishing that there was no such person in front of him.
The first time I saw him, I thought that he was a good friend of mine, Si Jundor, and that he was not his brother, but just a neighbor's brother.
"Of course it's true," said Si Junduo, interrupting his thoughts, "Before it was just his adolescent rebellion, but now that his adolescence is over, it's natural. Okay, I'm done talking to you, I'm going to drive."
"Oh, then you be safe."
"Don't worry, who's like you, who can ride a bike and still fall off, do your fans know that their god can't ride a bike?"
"You shut up!" Mu Ziang got annoyed and hung up the phone, "What's so great about being able to ride a bicycle, so many people in the country know how to ride one, it's great if you can't, don't you think so, Xiao Wang?"
The assistant king even nodded his head in agreement, "Yes, I can't ride, what's the big deal if you can ride a bicycle?
"Next time, don't add the last half of the sentence," Mu Ziang patted him on the shoulder, his eyes full of sympathy, "It's too much of a loss."
Xiao Wang: ......
Life is not easy, Xiao Wang sighed.
The first thing you need to know is that you can't find any other way to get to know your brother. Wen Ming Yi entered the classroom, took off his hat and mask, and in the next second heard the girls in the class screaming, he smiled helplessly at everyone, and then walked to the last row of empty seats next to Zhang Heng and sat down.
The girls immediately gathered around, chattering.
"Wen Mingyi, did you come to class this time simply for class? Isn't there some kind of event?"
"Wen Ming Yi, I'm a big fan of yours and I watch every game you play!"
"Brother, here are the notes I've compiled for you from this semester's classes, I hope they're useful."
......
Obviously, these are straightforward and passionate.
"Wen Ming Yi, can you sign my autograph? My friend especially likes you."
"This is the doll my friend made for you, please take it."
"My friend asked me to ask you, what's your next plan? Is there a company that will sign you? Do you want to make a movie afterwards?"
......
It is also clear that these are subtle and introverted, making friends out of nothing.
Wen Ming Yi looked at the slightly crowded, but still orderly students in front of him, calmly opened his mouth, "One by one. The first thing you need to do is to sign the paper. The dolls can't be accepted, will sign the company, but haven't decided where to sign ......".
He picked those innocuous questions and answered them, not worrying at all that his classmates would turn around and post them on the Internet, and anyway, they were all catchphrases, so it was no big deal to say them or not.
Suddenly, someone asked, "Wen Ming Yi, can I open a live broadcast? Would you like that?"
"Forget it." Wen Ming Yi refused, "I came back to class is simply to teach, if you live, people should think I'm putting on a show, it's meaningless."
The girl heard, even put down the phone, apologized, "Sorry, I didn't think of that."
"It's fine." Wen Ming Yi did not mind.
Not far away, the three people centered on Sun Xu were looking at this side with cold eyes.
"Really big star ah, usually do not appear, this appearance, the whole class of girls are surrounded by, I thought our regiment branch secretary is a pretty cold person, did not expect to also chase stars ah." Wu Peng, with one hand on his head, said sarcastic words.
Sun Xu sneered in dissatisfaction, "What kind of big star is he, just a show star! If he's really red, he won't have time to go back to school, and only if he's a fool, he won't have any activities or dramas to shoot.
Wu Peng and Li Gang looked at Sun Xu after hearing this, "Isn't he the first in that competition they had? The first one isn't red, huh?"
"This year's talent show is so crowded, and everyone is still popular, and besides, didn't you see yesterday's hot search, they came out of that competition second to fifth place group debut, all the draft without him, so now people are attending events, he went back to school, this is not abandoned? Otherwise he would have come back to class?"
"Yes," Wu Peng echoed, "but how can it be so simple to go back to school? He thinks the school is his home, and he comes and goes as he pleases. People come to school to learn, but not young masters like him, who just plated a gold to make their education look better."
"It's not a bad idea for a young master to come to school, but I don't care if he's a good student or not. By the time the four years of college are over, he'll have a diploma and will be a graduate of a national institution of higher learning.
"Yes, but also by the way to sell the bully persona, a win-win situation."
Sun Xu sneered, "How can all the benefits be taken up by him, we'll see."
As soon as his voice trailed off, the bell rang. Everyone hurriedly turned around to return to their seats, only to find that the professional class teacher had already arrived and was standing on the podium, smiling at them. Everyone felt guilty and immediately sat down quietly, waiting for the teacher.
The teacher of the class was a woman named Yun Song, nearly thirty years old, very pretty and clean, so all the students liked her very much.
Song Yun looked at the students in her class as they sat down in orderly fashion, and then looked at the girls, who were obviously well dressed, and smiled: "It's a rare day when everyone arrives early, and no one skips class, and the girls are all so beautiful.
Students in the class who skipped class: ......
She said, and then looked to the last row of the Wen Ming Yi, Wen Ming Yi smiled at her, already beautiful eyebrows like a peach blossom bloom, Song Yun looked at his smile, only find it pleasing to the eye, the heart of the growth of such, no wonder want to debut as a star, is indeed inherently advantageous, not a star she herself feel pity.
So she also smiled at Wen Ming Yi, ready to start the class.
But before the class, there was one more thing to do, Song Yun looked at the students under the podium and spoke gently: "Last class we learned a lot of proper nouns, as I said, this class is going to be a test, so now, let's do a spot check~"
The students howled at the news. Most of the students don't like to memorize nouns because they are not human words, and the explanation of nouns is hard and difficult. The journalism department's noun explanations were numerous and difficult, and the students were already feeling miserable, which was made worse by the fact that Song Yun had to do random checks from time to time, or have people take dictation on the blackboard, which was like a large public execution.
The students shouted, "Next time, let's not do it today.
Song Yun smiled and shook his head, "No. I'll give you a minute to get ready, and I'll start the clock."
Everyone immediately opened their books or notes and started to read the explanations of the terms they had been asked to memorize in the previous class.
Wen Mingyi also picked up the notes that his former classmates had given him, intending to take a look at them, and as he was looking at them, he suddenly felt someone looking at him, and when he looked up, he met Sun Xu's eyes, but then he saw Sun Xu's eyes turned around with contempt.
Wen Ming Yi: ...... Who the hell is this? Does he know this guy?
Wen Ming Yi touched Zhang Heng, who was busy taking a last look at the noun explanation, and didn't look up, "Wait a minute.
Wen Ming Yi didn't bother him anymore and only leaned over to look at the few terms he was reading, all of which he had memorized and were not difficult. He patted Zhang Heng's shoulder and encouraged, "Go for it."
Zhang Heng nodded his head as he continued to memorize silently.
"Time's up!" Song Yun said in a loud voice, "Dictation will now begin, and those whose student numbers end with 2 and 3 will take dictation on the blackboard."
There were only thirty or so people in their class, and the two numbers ending in 2 and 3 only added up to seven, so those who were drawn sighed and reluctantly walked to the podium, picked up a marker, and took a writing pose.
Song Yun took three dictations and corrected them on the spot, and the students who made mistakes had to copy the correct explanations of the terms twenty times. The students on the podium were afraid that they would make a mistake, and the students off the podium were afraid that they would be drawn up in the next round. Everyone was on tenterhooks, praying silently in their hearts.
Song Yun quickly finished her correction, and she asked the study committee to write down the names of those who had made mistakes, reminding them to copy it twenty times after the next class and to check it in the next class. The students who made mistakes wilted off the stage, and the students who got it right breathed a sigh of relief, feeling alive again!
Song Yun drew a round, and began to draw a second round, this time she drew the students whose student numbers ended with 1 and 7. Wen Ming Yi, as the person with the highest score on the college entrance exam, had a student number that happened to be 01, so he naturally stood up.
When Song Yun looked at it, he was busy saying, "Wen Ming Yi can take dictation without going to the blackboard, so you can take dictation in your own seat."
Wen Mingyi said, "Thank you, teacher," and sat down again.
But as soon as he took his seat, he heard a male voice from the class, "By what authority? Mr. Song, why doesn't Wen Mingyi use dictation, is he somehow privileged?"