Has the scumbag actor confessed?

Qingyang Road is a four-lane road near the Bird's Nest.

Because the terrain is remote and there is little traffic, it is often used by motorcyclists in Beijing to race at night.

Before 11 o'clock, the party is only the entrance stage.

With the roar of heavy motorcycles, more and more motorcycle men and women gathered here.

As far as the eye can see, they are all half-grown children, with skirts shorter than each other, and more chains hanging on their bodies than one.

In comparison, Shen Xifeng, who was wearing an ordinary sweater and trousers, looked so different.

It was only after he got to know Jing Mingchu that he was brought into the drag racing clan.

More than half of the children here are under the age of 18, and they are all rich second and third generations. They have so much time and money that they have nowhere to spend, and they only choose things that are not allowed.

Shen Xifeng, who has always been a bit listless, didn't dare to drive without a license at first, but he couldn't bear Jing Mingchu's instigation.

Coupled with the fact that boys are not immune to motorcycles by nature, he half pushed and half ran two laps on the spot, and fell in love with the thrill of illegal racing ever since.

Every time he comes to Beijing, as long as there is a venue here, he will definitely come to have fun.

Of course, this matter has to be kept from the company and everyone.

So when Zhong Yi called just now, he was inexplicably startled and couldn't even think of a lie.

"What are you dawdling about? Come here!"

Seeing Shen Xifeng in a daze with his mobile phone at the beginning, Jing Ming urged, "Someone has imposed martial law in this area tonight. After three o'clock, we can do whatever we want! Over there, Monkey Dalei opened a handicap betting, and I Do you want to put thirty on you?"

"I, I suddenly have something to do, so I won't run away tonight." Shen Xifeng put the phone back in his pocket, turned around and was about to leave.

"What are you doing? What can you do at this late hour?"

Jing Mingchu pulled Shen Xifeng back, "Knowing that you are here, I specially asked Miss Zhuang to ride her Bombardier here. Didn't you just say you wanted to play last time?"

Shen Xifeng glanced at the matte black three-wheeled motorcycle in the distance, and shook his head cruelly: "Forget it, I really have something to do, next time. I'll go back first."

In fact, he can do anything, but go home and take the blame.

I didn't receive a call from Zhong Yi, and I was flustered all the time, my eyelids started to twitch, and I really lost the interest in playing.

However, Qingyang Road is too remote, there are almost no wild taxis passing by, and no one wants to go by calling a taxi.

Shen Xifeng walked seven or eight kilometers in a daze before getting into the car.

After getting in the car and looking at the time, it was almost 12 o'clock, Shen Xifeng clicked on WeChat, thought for a while, and put down his phone.

After returning to the hotel and washing up, Shen Xifeng lay on the bed and finished replying to the work information.

Sliding his finger to yz's information bar, he clicked in, and the last message was sent by himself a few hours ago, and when he swipe up, it was basically a conversation within [-] characters.

-when will it finish?

- There is still half an hour, you sit down for a while.

- Just finished self-study, what's the matter?

- the phone said.

Except when they are at home, two people seem to seldom find each other in the first place, all kinds of waiting and missing.

There are only two high school students, but they are both quite busy.

After thinking for a while, Shen Xifeng's eyelids started to fight.

In the past two days of the art test, the strings in my mind were tense, and now that it is over, I feel very sleepy.

He returned to the main WeChat page, and when he didn't pay attention, the entire page slid down, revealing the jump icon.

What's so fun about this game?

Zhong Yi always plays during breaks, and is easily distracted when playing, so he doesn't care about it.

With some indescribable unwillingness, Shen Xifeng clicked on the icon, played for 2 minutes, and died.

Score 38.

What a piece of crap!You are only [-]!

After dying, the interface also prompts you to view all leaderboards.

Shen Xifeng clicked in and took a look, the first place was yz as expected, with a score of 2089.

A game is also divided into scumbags and masters? !

Shen Xifeng felt the deep humiliation, he sat up straight, rolled up his sleeves, pulled himself together, and started the game again.

This time I persisted for 5 minutes, 52.

Shen Xifeng wanted to swear.

He clicked on the leaderboard, scrolled down to admire the level of his friends on WeChat, and finally found, somewhat depressed, that he seemed to be at the bottom.

Garbage game, waste of youth!

Shen Xifeng slid a few more times, and when he was about to give up completely, he suddenly saw that the number one yz score had changed to 3169.

He thought about it, the first time he saw it, it was indeed a number starting with 2!

This... means that Zhong Yi is still playing games? ?

Shen Xifeng glanced at the time, it was almost 1 o'clock.

This kid stays up most of the night just to play this stupid game?

Was he like this before?

Shen Xifeng pursed his lips, clicked on yz's dialog box, and asked, "Haven't slept yet?"

After waiting for 2 minutes and no one answered, he simply dialed a phone number, this time it was fast, and he was cut off in less than ten seconds.

Later, the message came back: "Sleeping."

How dare you open your eyes and talk nonsense?

I haven't seen someone for a few days, so I owe a lesson.

Shen Xifeng held the phone, and tapped it quickly with his right hand: "I saw that your jump score has increased! Why are you playing games so late at night? Do you usually play until midnight at home?"

After the news was sent, it went silent for a long time. Shen Xifeng suspected that Zhong Yi was still calling, so he decisively called again. This time the ring rang for a while, and the other party connected.

"what?"

Zhong Yi's voice was very low, with a hoarseness that he didn't usually have, like the tip of a cat's tail sliding across the back of his hand, making it unbearably itchy.

Shen Xifeng gathered himself together, and wanted to show the momentum of lecturing others, but when he opened his mouth, it wasn't the case at all.

"Haven't you slept yet? I couldn't talk outside just now, and it was too late to go back to the hotel. I was afraid that the phone call would disturb your rest, so I just..."

"Didn't you just call?" Zhong Yi lazily interrupted his chatter, "What do you want to say? Explain why you hung up on me just now?"

"..."

This is really not easy to explain, Shen Xifeng thought about his words, and answered with a choice of words: "There is a celebration banquet, the signal in the box is not good..."

Box?

It must be the noise outside!

Zhong Yi narrowed his eyes, and threw out the second bullet: "Okay, your grade [-] did not meet the cut-off mark, do you have anything to say about it?"

"..."

No, really not this time.

"Well, go to bed early, I'll be back as soon as possible, okay, that's it, I won't bother you." After finishing speaking, Shen Xifeng quickly cut off the phone.

Zhong Yi cast Wang Zhi's contempt towards the turned off phone screen, he could fully imagine Shen Xifeng's panicked appearance when he fled.

How dare you come back and teach me a lesson after going out to fool around?

Who did you borrow the courage from?

Zhong Yi yawned big, rubbed his sore eye sockets, it was indeed time to sleep, somehow he got up to this point, and he didn't know what the wind was.

So that fool called in the middle of the night just to scold him?

Or do you want to tell him the result of the art test?

Is it necessary to talk about it separately? Weibo is full of related videos, who doesn't know.

show off.

According to the itinerary, on the second day after the art test, Shen Xifeng set off for Nanjing to record the program "Listening".

This is a singing program that has been popular for two or three years. This year is already the fourth season, and its popularity and word-of-mouth have exploded.

Each season, the program selects eight talented singers, and after ordinary matches, resurgence matches, and semi-finals, the remaining two will participate in the King of Singers Competition to decide the champion and runner-up.

Because the singers selected for the show each time are all absolutely capable, and each of them has many well-known masterpieces, so the ratings of the show remain high.

What's more, compare this show to the touchstone of the new generation of singers - whoever is on this show proves that professionals have recognized your strength.

In the past few years, many niche students have broken their heads but have not been able to enter.

It wasn't until this year that the program team gave the green light to Shen Yu, the first post-95 generation.

In fact, given Shen Yu's status in the music industry, he is not qualified to be on this show. The company entrusted many connections and issued a military order.

The most important thing is to let Shen Yu serve as the image ambassador of the city's tourism festival for free, and only then did he get this precious admission ticket.

For this program, the company has been preparing for more than half a year, and it is Shen Yu's only screen exposure opportunity before the college entrance examination.

Tomorrow the first episode will be recorded, and Shen Yu's song will be "Love To Die".

This is the debut work carefully selected by the company, hoping to conquer the audience with his beautiful treble and explosive power.

In addition, this is also the first time Shen Yu sang a love song, paving the way for his gradual transformation after adulthood.

You must know that Shen Yu's current fans are mainly divided into girlfriend fans, sister fans, and mother fans. It is necessary to let the latter two groups realize that the little piglets they have watched grow up with their own eyes can already go to other people's fields to sow cabbages. Not an easy task.

If the pace is too fast, it is easy to cause a large number of fans to defect, and that will be the end of the traffic niche.

On the night of arriving in Nanjing, there was a rehearsal. Shen Xifeng stood on the stage. When the lights turned on, the beast in his heart instantly woke up.

After the whole song was sung, Director Jiang, who is known for his sternness, gave a rare applause, "At first, the station announced that you were going to participate in the competition. I was very resistant, because I was afraid that you would spoil the professionalism of my show."

Director Jiang spoke bluntly in front of everyone, "But after listening to your scene just now, I feel relieved. Young man, you are popular for a reason. I hope you can bring new vitality to this stage."

This nearly highest standard of praise made Shen Xifeng's blood boil.

The result of the boiling was that he ran to the toilet cubicle, sang an orgasm and sent it to Zhong Yi, and asked him persistently: "The weekend program will be exposed to you in advance! How is it, is the level okay?"

When Zhong Yi heard that voice, she was about to brush her teeth. When she saw two voices on WeChat, she didn't care. She put her phone by the sink and clicked on one of them.