Has the scumbag actor confessed?

After the third class, Zhong Yi carried a stack of physics test papers to the third-grade office.

Zhong Yi is not the representative of the physics class, but the monitor of Class [-] ([-]).

However, because he confirmed his eligibility to be sent to University B last week, he became a big idler in the class, leaving all the errands to him.

There was supposed to be exercises between classes, but it was raining today, and the students couldn't get out of the teaching building, so they gathered in the corridor and beat up like crazy.

The teaching building of No. [-] Middle School is in the shape of a Chinese character, with a large patio in the middle, and the rain will flow into the corridor with the chilly spring breeze at the end of February, giving it a bit of coolness.

There were people coming and going in the corridor, seeing Zhong Yi leaving the classroom, the girls from various classes scattered in the corridor gathered into groups, whispering, and kept casting glances at him.

Sporadic words were blown into the ears by the wind, full of envy.

"It's him, the monitor of Class [-], so handsome that he's still recommended to B University!"

"Damn, what a treasured place of geomantic omen in the sixth class, there is Shen Yu, and there is an even more powerful one at home!"

"Oh my god, if he is in the same frame as Shen Yu, I will die, I will die, it will be very exciting to think about it..."

Zhong Yi turned a deaf ear to it, and while paying attention to the running crowd, turned slightly sideways, protecting the test paper in his arms from the rain, and finally walked to the door of the third-grade office.

Zhong Yi put the test paper on the physics teacher's seat with ease, and when he turned his head, he saw any teacher in charge staring at him thoughtfully.

"Mr. He, do you need me?" He walked over naturally, and Teacher He pointed to the plastic stool beside the table and motioned him to sit down.

"Shen Yu's agent came to the school just now, and said that he wanted the school to give him a separate treatment, to raid cultural courses, so that he could at least pass the art student line in the college entrance examination.

"You know, our school has an entertainer with another kind of face, and the principal was very happy, so he agreed.

"The agent said that Shen Yu can't be allowed to come to school every day. Fans will block the door. Let us send someone to his home to make up lessons. And the person who made up the lessons, he chose you."

Zhong Yi listened quietly, and when the last sentence came out, his expression changed slightly, "Me? Why me?"

"The news you recommended is on the bulletin board at the gate. He saw it as soon as he entered the school. The principal also thinks that sending you there can show the strength of No. [-] Middle School, so let me ask you what you mean."

Teacher He pushed his glasses and lowered his voice a bit, "It's not for nothing, it's paid, the amount per month."

As he said that, he stretched out a finger and said, "If you make up four months of tuition for him, you will be able to cover the tuition fees for four years of university. How? The teacher failed to apply for a scholarship for you, and I always feel bad."

Just as Zhong Yi was about to decline, when he heard the tuition fees for four years of university, he paused and smiled, "Okay, let's help my classmates make progress together."

Teacher He nodded in satisfaction, picked up a business card on the table and handed it to Zhong Yi, "This is his manager's business card, you call him at noon to make an appointment with him. Shen Yu is still running outside to make an announcement, as if to Come back on Friday."

Zhong Yi took the business card, glanced at it, looked up and smiled and agreed, "Then I'll go back to class."

Teacher He turned to his back and added worryingly, "He is a celebrity now, and he has changed a lot from before. You just went to make up lessons for him, so don't mention the old things!"

Without looking back, Zhong Yi waved his hands, flicked his long legs, and left the office.

In the blink of an eye, it was Friday afternoon, and Zhong Yi had two classes and started directly from school.

He made an appointment with Shen Yu's manager to go to the brokerage company in the south of the city at six o'clock.

Departing from the north of the city, Zhong Yi took two buses and one subway, and arrived at the gate of "Yiming Art Development Co., Ltd." around 05:30.

The south of the city is an old residential area, and the street where the company is located is just an ordinary commercial street.

The neighbors are full of faces such as "Natural X Home Life", "Chen Chang Y Law Firm", "Children's Extracurricular Development Organization for Children and Children", and the breath of life is blowing.

In the past few days, Zhong Yi has searched the Internet, and the reports about Shen Yu are mostly "the youngest king in history", "the desire of 3.25 million girls", "20 million worth topped the list of richest people under the age of [-]".

After reading too much entertainment news, I only feel that the word Shen Yu is shining with golden light, and it will be blinding at any time!

It's just that this company, looking left and right, doesn't seem like a place that can accommodate the desires of [-] million girls?

Zhong Yi looked at the address on the phone several times before hesitatingly pushed open the glass door.

The interior is much more presentable than the exterior. The decoration is simple and modern. There are various posters on the wall, most of which are big portraits of Shen Yu. The three-story glass cabinet next to the front desk is full of various trophies.

"Student, are you here for an audition? But the time has passed..."

The girl at the front desk looked Zhong Yi up and down several times, her eyes glowed green, "Why don't you wait, I'll call the higher-ups right away!"

"I, I'm here to find someone."

Zhong Yi felt hairy when she saw her, and subconsciously wrapped her school uniform jacket, "Is Mr. Zhang Keyi there?"

"Brother Yi?"

The little girl at the front desk was taken aback, and nodded her head like a chicken pecking at rice, "Yes, yes, I just came back, brother Yi asked you out? What are your specialties? Can you sing? Whose song will you sing?"

Zhong Yi really didn't like her cannibalistic eyes, so she smiled politely, stopped talking, lowered her head and slid the phone to send a message to Mr. Zhang.

As soon as he lowered his head, the little girl at the front desk became even more unscrupulous and stared intently.

I haven't seen this handsome guy in a long time!

The little girl emptied the few adjectives in her mind, and struggled to come up with two words: elegant.

Yes, it is elegant!

About 180 tall, thin and slender, wearing middle school uniforms that are everywhere in the street, but it is hard to hide his temperament.

The trembling eyelashes and knuckle fingers when looking down at the mobile phone are really handsome in 360 degrees without dead ends!

"Favorite? Really?"

Zhang Keyi came out of the elevator room, pointed at Zhong Yi, glanced up and down, and was overjoyed, "The reputation is well-deserved, the reputation is well-deserved! Come on, Shen Yu is still practicing singing, it will be ready soon, let's go up and sit down first."

Zhang Keyi held Zhong Yi in his arms and walked towards the elevator. When passing by the front desk, he snapped his fingers in the air: "Drool is coming out, wipe it!"

The two entered the elevator, Zhang Keyi took half a step back, glanced at Zhong Yi several times with admiration on his face, and asked, "Student Zhong, do you like singing?"

The people in this company are not normal.

Zhong Yi said lightly: "I'm just here as a tutor, Mr. Zhang."

"Ha, it's not wrong to learn to make a debut! Look, it's just like us, Shen Yu! There are so many outstanding talents in your school. I just noticed your photo when I first entered the gate of your school. It's an ordinary half-length The photo can have the effect of a hard photo in a magazine. At that time, I felt that this child must be not simple! Sure enough, not only is he good-looking, he is also a top student..."

"Ding—" The elevator reached the fifth floor.

Zhong Yi stepped out of the car first, looked left and right, not knowing which way to go, so he let out a long breath of patience.

Zhang Keyi came out on his heels and greeted enthusiastically: "This way, let's go to the lounge and wait. Zhong, your appearance is really good. Let me tell you, if you came to the competition back then, you wouldn't have sunk What's the matter with that boy Yu! How about it, think about it? It's too rare to see a bully idol, and he will definitely soar into the sky!"

The lounge number is on the front.

Zhong Yi stopped, turned around and asked Zhang Keyi: "Mr. Zhang, Mr. He said that you will give me [-] yuan per month?"

Zhang Keyi nodded hurriedly: "Yes, as long as you can let us Shen Yu pass the art test. But compared with the money after debut, this little money is really..."

"Why don't I take less, how about eight thousand?" Zhong Yi interrupted him.

Zhang Keyi was taken aback, and waved his hands proudly: "No, no, this is your value! There will be a bonus if you pass the exam!"

"That's it." Zhong Yi smiled slightly, "I thought you told me so much because you wanted to give me a discount."

Zhang Keyi didn't expect Zhong Yi to say such a sentence, so he didn't react immediately.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Keyi raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Okay, I won't say anything. You talented students all have a temper. You go in and sit down first, and I'll call Shen Yu for you. "

Finally clean.

Zhong Yi unscrewed the door of the lounge, and saw that there were some sofas and coffee tables against the wall inside, and there was no desk or anything. It didn't look like a place where he could study, so he chose a seat at random and sat down.

Today is the first time in class, Zhong Yi brought all the textbooks and test papers from the first and second grades in order to find out.

The heavy schoolbag was carried for almost two hours, and it hurt his shoulder.

He put down his schoolbag, raised his hand and rubbed his back shoulder, just after rubbing for a while, the door was suddenly pushed open.

A young man in black barged in with the sound of music from the aisle, raised his eyes and saw Zhong Yi, was stunned, and asked incredulously, "Squad Leader Zhong? Why is it you?"

Zhong Yi put down the hand rubbing his shoulders, and nodded slightly: "It's me, Student Shen. Your manager invited me to make up lessons for you."

The young man's chestnut hair was slightly curly, his eyebrows grew longer than his eyebrows, and his ears were covered. He looked foreign and laid-back.

The corner of his mouth curled up, he jumped on the sofa, stretched himself comfortably, and replied in a nasal voice: "Then I have to trouble the head monitor. It seems that you are the one who is escorted? Which school are you going to?"

"B is big."

"Awesome!"

The young man lazily expressed his admiration, sank into the sofa, and his eyes softened a lot, "One middle school is one middle school. I don't know how many people in our class are sent to Qingbei? Those who are struggling with the third line like me Putting the elites back."

"Score line for art class." Zhong Yi replied calmly.

The boy didn't hear clearly, and looked at him with an "ah".

Zhong Yi raised her voice and repeated, "You are going to pass the art student line, which is lower than the Sanhon line."

The boy was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly, "That's even better, I believe that under the guidance of the big squad leader, my pile of mud can also go up the wall."

As he said that, he raised his hand and looked at his watch, "Yo, it's already 06:30, the squad leader hasn't eaten yet, right? I'll ask Brother Cheng to bring us a box lunch. Just wait."

Zhong Yi watched him open WeChat and send a few voice messages, thinking that it would take some time before the meal was delivered, so he grabbed his schoolbag and asked, "Where will I have class later?"

"Huh? It's here." The boy pointed to the tea table in front of him, "Isn't there a table here?"

Zhong Yi glanced at the coffee table that was parallel to his knees, and sneered in his heart, you scumbags can really make it up.

no more words.

Not long after, that brother Cheng came over with a few lunch boxes.

Unlike the talkative brother Yi just now, this thick-armed and colorful-armed brother doesn't talk too much harshly.

He put down the lunch boxes, took them out one by one, opened them, broke apart the chopsticks, picked up some vegetables and chicken breast, put them on the rice, and served them to the boy in black.

"Your are braised beef brisket and boiled cabbage heart."

Brother Cheng pushed the remaining two lunch boxes to Zhong Yi, and handed the chopsticks to Zhong Yi, "I'll come back in 15 minutes. There's also Cordyceps Chicken Soup, which is warming up in the microwave."

After finishing all this, Brother Cheng quietly withdrew.

Zhong Yi opened the lunch box and took two mouthfuls of rice, then opened the box containing braised beef brisket, and was about to put down his chopsticks when he suddenly saw another pair of chopsticks reaching towards his lunch box.

He turned his head abruptly, and saw that the young man had turned onto his sofa, his body was almost close to him.

"What are you doing!"

Zhong Yi took a few steps back fiercely, staring at him warily.

The boy put a piece of beef brisket into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Try your food, why are you so stingy? Then you can eat mine too."

As he spoke, he handed the lunch box in his hand to Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi took a few deep breaths, raised his head, half-closed his eyes, and said coldly: "Are you pretending to forget about robbing me before? Shen Xifeng?"

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Originally named "West Wind Puzzled", serialized on February 2018, 2 j|j|w|x|c, author Xu Xie.