The King’s Moment

If you succeed in the youth training selection, then what will happen to Gao Song, who is already in senior year? This topic Li Qiuyu and Gao Song did not go to talk, everyone knew the answer silently. Instead, at the moment, the choice of youth training is actually a little twisted, how this high song will be chosen, Li Qiu Yao felt a little unfinished. It seems logical to come back to continue your studies, but what if Gao sings hard, quits hard practice, and aims for the next chance? This operation happened to Gao Song, and Li Qiuqiao was not surprised. She jokingly said that the song came back to accompany herself, and also wanted to find out the wind, and ended up harvesting only one smiling face to which the song responded.

“It's been a rough day, hasn't it? Get some rest.” Li Qiuqiao had to say so.

“Okay, I'll go eat first.” Gao replied.

“Eat together.” Li Qiuqiao said, returning a smiley face.

Out of the room, Gao Song saw that dinner had been put on the table, saw her coming out of the room, watching TV's Gao Song in the living room Daddy rose up, joyfully rushing towards the table.

“How was your day?” As he sat down and grabbed the job, Gao Daddy asked casually. What Gao Sing is doing, they're still natural to be parents. As a child, the child became independent and frightened, beginning to take charge of himself. E-competition professional? I've heard that very few girls do this, but when they make up their minds, they just ask so much, and in their eyes, they're already adults who are fully responsible for their actions.

“It's okay.” The song was also very casual, sitting at the table and suddenly hearing the doorbell.

“Who is it this time?” Daddy Gao muttered, but his body didn't move. He didn't sit down yet. The song went to open the door, and then he stunned.

“What are you doing here?” Googut looked at Zhou Foam outside the door and said, stunned.

“Who's here?” Daddy Gao shouted inside.

“It's Zhou Foo.” The high song answered.

“I… come and see…” Zhou Zhou Fou answered the high song.

“What can I see?” Ask the high song.

“Uh...” Zhou Mo couldn't answer.

“It's Zhou Mo. Why haven't you come in yet?” The tall dad in the house shouted again.

“Come on in.” Gao Song stood beside him and let Zhou Fo in.

“Is Zhou Mo here? Did you eat?” Mommy just came out of the kitchen singing and saw Zhou Mo come in and asked immediately.

“Have eaten auntie.” Zhou Foam, who was changing shoes, responded with haste.

“When did you eat it?” Gosing stood aside and asked.

“Just... eating something...” Zhou Mo panicked. It wasn't long after the game, he had come to the high singer, where there was no time to eat.

“Then eat some more.” Neither did the high song poke through, turning to the kitchen to serve the bowl of rice and bring out the chopsticks.

“I really ate...” Zhou Foam changed his shoes and tried to struggle, watching the high song gave him this meal, running to sit in the gray.

“Are you guys ready to celebrate after the game?” Gao Daddy looked at the two children and asked.

“That's not enough.” Gao said.

“Is there more in the back?” Gao Daddy asked.

“If you pass, there will be offline games and you will need to be away from home for some time.” Gao said.

“To where? How long will it take?” Goma asked.

“How long?” Gao turns to Zhou Fo, who knows more about the finer branches like the competition charter.

“The offline race is in Deepsea City and will take about ten days.” Zhou Mo replied, glancing at the high song. Then he became acutely aware of a very real problem: his career journey in youth training, with his parents talking about it alongside the high songs. But now the high song is going to get out of the car first, and then it's on its own. What do you say to your parents?

“You don't even go to high school. What's wrong with you?” The brain complements the tone of the parents' reprimand, and Zhou Fou is a little dizzy. Just to look at the high song, it doesn't seem wonderful to forget your situation.

“Zhou Mo, eat, eat.” Goma saw Zhou Mo still screaming.

“Ooh.” Zhou Mo panicked and responded, eating and eating.

“When to go?” Goma turned back and continued to ask Gosing.

“I don't know yet, I guess it's after Spring Festival to wait for the notice.” The high song answered as usual.

Godfather and Godmother haven't asked anything since. After eating, Goma interrupted the high song to help pack up and let her greet Zhou Mo. The song had to be done, sweeping away Zhou Foam, who stood beside him: “Go to my house. ”

“Oh.” Zhou Mo also didn't need to lead the way with a high song, so he went to the high song room. He walked in and watched the king's honor elements everywhere in this room. He put them in the most prominent place. Zhuge Liang Limited Edition handset, or on the birthday of the first three high songs, he saved several months of pocket money to keep on sale before buying them. Zhou Mo walked up to the neighborhood and looked at it. More than five years later, the handwriting was brand new, and the most difficult gaps were not even a little grey.

“Why do you want to go back?” The high song that came in the back looked at Zhou Mo and went to see the toy, joking.

“How could it.” Zhou Mo took a step back to get rid of the suspicion.

“Did you come here to comfort me?” Gosing walked to the bed and fell on top.

“Just come and see.” Standing aside, Zhou Fo said.

“Sit down. Want something to drink?” Ask the high song.

“No more drinking.” Zhou Mo said, sitting in the position at the high singing desk, looking at the poster on the wall behind the table, remembering the excitement of the poster when he got the high song, saying where to put it at home, and then said he had done it.

“I said." Here comes the high song again.

“Hmm?”

“I didn't make it through here. How do you get to the sea alone?” Gao said.

This is the difficulty Zhou Mo realized earlier, I didn't expect this side of the high song immediately thought of, suddenly a blind face: “I just thought of it too, I don't know. ”

“If you're begging me, I can't go with you.” Gao said.

“What about your aunt and uncle?” Zhou Mo asked.

“Say you're a little girl and no grown-ups around.” Gao said.

Zhou Mo was silent, the house was quiet, and then he heard the phone dinging on the table.

“Take it.” The high song on the bed reaches out to Zhou Foo.

Zhou Mo picked up and handed himself over to Gao Song. Gao Song took some of the new information received and read it out after looking at it: "Sister, come on. ”

“Who?” Zhou Mo asked casually.

“Jiayin.” Gao said.

“Oh...” Zhou Mo knew that the news had spread, many people might find it difficult to ask Gao song directly, all came to ask him. This reminds Zhou Mo of how much he will suffer if he doesn't return to the high school song through Youth Training next semester? How excited must it be for those who look at her badly and are always looking for opportunities to crush her? You're not even here at this hour?

When Zhou Mo suddenly got angry, he said, “Why don't I go too? ”

“What are you talking about?” Gao said.

“It's half a year early, half a year later, we'll go together at the summer youth competition.” Zhou Fo said.

Quiet down again, a moment later.

“Forget it.” Sing softly, “leave me alone. ”

“Alone? Try what?” Zhou Mo was a little confused.

“Anyway, you go first.” The high voice said with certainty.

Zhou Mo sighed, no one is clearer than him, no one can change what the high song decides.