Fanservice Paradox

Pei Tingsong, who is idle, is even more boring, and can't meet the demand for reading. Because of the recent heavy concerns, he secretly ordered a Sudoku book from the Internet and wants to learn Fang Juexia's unique emotional management rules.

But he just started to get started, no rules, and even wanted to search for tutorials on the Internet. Unfortunately, he was found sneakily by He Ziyan.

"Yo, fill the Sudoku little philosopher." He Ziyan held the Haagen-Dazs he bought in his hand, and his headphones were hanging around his neck.

Pei Tingsong didn't know how guilty he was, and he covered Sudoku with his hand. "Aren't you writing songs? How do you write and start touching fish."

"Don't change the subject." He Ziyan deliberately teased him, "Come on, brother look, how much is filled out?"

"Get up, don't sit on my bed."

"Wow, you don't know Sudoku anymore, even the cleanliness learns." He Ziyan was more amused, opened the window and shouted towards the balcony next door, "Mr. Fang, come over and help tutor Sudoku."

In this way, everyone knows that Pei Tingsong is doing Sudoku. Holding a broken pot and a broken mind, Pei Tingsong took his Sudoku book to Fang Juexia's room. When Ling was not there, the two of them.

Fang Juexia heard He Ziyan's words early, and when he turned around, he smiled on his face, "You are filling Sudoku." He smiled and took the book in his hand to show Pei Tingsong, "I'm watching this. "

He looks like he is expressing Pei Ting-song like this. Look, I am doing the same stupid thing as you.

Fang Cai ’s collapsed mentality was swept away by Fang Jue ’s tantalizing and lovely performance. Pei Tingsong put the Sudoku book on the table. The person lay on his bed and looked at him. “Fang, you teach me . "

"How can any student ask for advice and lie on the teacher's bed as soon as he comes."

Pei Tingsong raised an eyebrow, "I am such a student."

Fang Juexia was choked, fearing that Pei Tingsong would continue to tease him on this topic, and had to compromise on his own, "walk, walk, teach."

Pei Tingsong, who was still a student, also dyed his silver hair back to a low-key dark brown. Anyway, it has already passed the promotion period. Now he looks a lot more obedient.

Fang Juexia pulled him up, took a stool and let him sit down, and taught him a few tricks about filling Sudoku one by one, explicit number pairs, explicit arrays, unique co-solutions, etc., each They are very thorough.

He was very patient, he spoke softly and softly, and he really felt like a teacher. He would ask him from time to time, "Do you understand this? It's not difficult."

Pei Tingsong nodded and found out that Sudoku also had so many tricks and tricks. When Fang Jue Xia Yi said, it was not so boring, but it could also analyze something that is related to logic. The identity of a philosopher.

He looked at Fang Juexia's serious profile and couldn't help but get close.

Pei Tingsong thought, if he kissed him at this time, would it be a bit blasphemous.

But he really wanted to kiss him.

Suddenly, the shaking phone disturbed Pei Tingsong's thoughts. He glanced down at his sister who had never been in contact with him on weekdays.

A few days ago, he was his mother who spent a lot of time, ten calls a day, as if he finally remembered that he had had a son in his life. But Pei Tingsong didn't take care of it at all, and only read the message she sent.

Care is false, and benefits are true.

Finally, it was his sister's turn, and Pei Tingsong knew that her purpose was 80% and his mother's. Although his seven-year-old sister was usually cold and proud, at least she regarded herself as a real person.

"Why not?" Fang Juexia asked.

Pei Tingsong thought for a while, "My sister, there must be nothing wrong with calling."

Fang Juexia knew that his family was complicated and didn't want to intervene, but watching Pei Tingsong didn't want to take it at all. It was more like playing with a temperament, so he pushed, "Maybe what's the big deal, take it."

Hearing what he said, Pei Tingsong slammed it, turned it on, put on his earphones, stood up and walked towards the balcony, opened his mouth in English, squatted in front of a small verdant green garden fed by Fang Juexia, and reached out Fiddle with the little hibiscus that opened up into a cloud of powder.

Fang Juexia sat quietly at the table and continued to look at the book that he hadn't finished reading. He didn't know if he had a keen sense of hearing, or was too concerned about Pei Tingsong. With a small change in his tone, Fang Juexia could perceive anything.

He felt a little bit against.

The phone is not very long. Pei Tingsong hung up and squatted on the balcony, his eyes moved from Little Hibiscus to Blue Snowflakes, and finally landed on the most obscure pot of cactus.

He took the cactus flower pot out of the corner and placed it in front of him, silently.

Fang Juexia walked next to him, squatted with him, and pretended to make a fuss, "What happened to my cactus, and how to thorn it."

"Fine you." Pei Tingsong knew that he was teasing him and spreading out with him directly, "Just my sister said that a new boyfriend of my mother who was dating was engaged in publishing. My mother-in-law had all the copyrights of my grandfather Give it to him. "

Although it is very simple, Fang Juexia knows the seriousness of the matter, "how does this work, what if the other party is not reliable, it is your grandfather's effort."

"She can't be the master, because in my grandfather's will, the legal heir to all of his works' copyright is me." Having said that, Pei Tingsong couldn't help but think of the grandfather's death.

It's very confusing, everyone's interest-seeking is naked in front of a lonely tombstone. At the age of fifteen, he was in the most confused period, violent and manic, pushing the world to the opposite.

He didn't want inheritance, he just wanted his grandfather to come alive, yes, the idea was ridiculous.

Pei Tingsong picked up the small kettle and poured a little water on the cactus, "Just a few days ago, she made trouble with me every day, called, sent a message, sent an e-mail, and even said that she would come to me in person and I ignored her Going to my sister again, she might be crazy. "

"My sister asked me to go back, broke her thoughts, and sorted out the copyrights that had not been managed before, so that my grandfather would feel at ease."

Fang Juexia's brain suddenly slowed down, slowly taking the kettle from his hand.

Can't water anymore, and spoil his little cactus.

"So you are going back to the United States, right?"

Pei Tingsong nodded, "I'll go after recording the program tomorrow, and it should be dealt with in a few days." He touched Fang Juexia's head, "Would you like to join me?"

He wanted to see where Pei Tingsong grew up, but it was not such an opportunity. He needs to give Pei Tingsong a space for his own, instead of being able to deal with the affairs and disputes of his family because he misses him.

"Next time." Fang Juexia smiled at him. "I want to go when you have no burden, just like you dreamed."

Although he hasn't seen the old man yet, at least it wasn't in embarrassment.

Pei Tingsong skewed his head and thought for a while, his mouth raised, "Will that teacher take me back to Guangzhou?"

Fang Juexia did not speak, and extended his little finger to him.

Pei Tingsong didn't stretch out his finger to hook directly, but glanced at his back, then pulled it over and kissed him on his little thumb.

"I just wanted to kiss." He whispered in a low voice before he caught his finger and reached an agreement.

On the night after the variety show recording, Pei Tingsong left, private trip, Fang Juexia was inconvenient to send him, only to return "Roots of Romanticism" to him before he left, let him take a look when he was bored on the plane Look.

He didn't know if Pei Tingsong would see the comments he secretly wrote up, but it felt good. He seemed to be chatting with Pei Tingsong in the past, and there was a surprise to discover eggs.

When I hadn't officially started business with Pei Tingsong before, except for the work that had to be done together, I could hardly see him at any other time, and I didn't think there was anything. Every day was taken. Every day is passing objectively.

Later, Pei Tingsong moved back, and they were together almost every day, with all the members. Now, just a few days after Pei Tingsong left, Fang Juexia felt uncomfortable. I want to contact him, and I want to know his situation on the other side of the ocean. Has he been embarrassed or eat well?

Who would be embarrassed by people like Pei Tingsong? His worry is a bit superfluous.

Later, I thought about it carefully. There are so many of them. I just miss him.

There is a big time difference, but Pei Tingsong will call him sooner or later. Most of the time Fang Juexia is in the quilt, either he hasn't gotten up or hasn't slept yet. After listening to Pei Tingsong for a while, the final result is not even better Can't sleep anymore.

In order to enrich himself, Fang Juexia resumed the rhythm of practicing madness, practicing dance, vocal music and composition every day. When he came that day, there were two trainees dancing in the practice room. They were a little afraid of him and moved to the side as soon as they saw Fang Juexia.

Am I so scary? Fang Juexia began to reflect on whether she was too cold in daily life, and by the way, she looked at the small trainees dancing. A child fell to the ground to get up and did not get up several times.

"You haven't exerted force here." Fang Juexia stepped forward and taught him personally, "The core should be tight, and it won't get up if it's loose here."

The little trainee was a little flattered. I did n’t expect that the company ’s predecessors were so approachable, and they rarely laughed.

Fang Juexia was too hard during his trainee days. He made many mistakes and summed up his experience, so he had more experience in teaching others.

"Yes, you need to practice control. Otherwise, it will not look good on the spot."

"Very good, this turn is more stable than just now."

Several people unknowingly spent the night in the practice room. It was already very late. The two children wanted to ask Fang Juexia to eat, but he refused, "How can you be invited."

There were no more people on the road, watching the two children leave the company downstairs together, Fang Juexia also turned her head to the underground parking lot, preparing to drive back to the dormitory.

The light in the parking lot is not bright. The bleak white light hit the gray concrete floor directly, and everything was quiet and lifeless. Fang Jue Xia squinted and walked in the direction of his car. Night blindness affected his sight too much. He finally found his car. When he was about to open the door, he suddenly heard footsteps.

The long-lost feeling of being followed again.

His heart suddenly lifted, but even if he was already so sensitive, but before he could turn around, he was slammed against the wall by a person from behind, his back was very painful, and his forehead hit the white wall directly. Dizzy and dizzy.

This cannot be illegitimate.

Fang Juexia's hands braced the ground, his brow furrowed. At that instant, he vaguely saw the shadow on the wall, a figure, holding a slender object in his hand, and he was about to knock at him. Fang Juexia dodged sideways, and instinctively accelerated his movements and turned around.

With a bang, a steel rod fell to the ground and rolled to his feet.

To his surprise, a tall man appeared in the back, and the action simply and neatly pressed the uniform of the man who had just attacked him from the back, and even prepared to knock him with a steel rod on the car.

"Hello Mr. Fang, so as not to cause misunderstandings, I will explain to you first." The tall man said first, "I am the bodyguard arranged by Master Pei, who is also entrusted by him to investigate your being tracked."

Hearing Pei Tingsong's name, Fang Jue Xia Cai finally relieved. His throat was dry and bloody.

"This person has been following you for a long time. I just wandered by your car just now. I was finally caught and still hurt you a bit. I'm sorry."

Fang Juexia leaned on his back and stood up hard, "It's fine."

Fortunately, Pei Tingsong found someone to follow him, otherwise he wouldn't dare to imagine what happened after that, but he could not think of anyone so vicious.

"Look, do you know this person?" As he said, the personal bodyguard buckled the gangster's arms and dragged him to face Fang Juexia.

Fang Juexia had poor eyesight, so he tried to get closer and took a step.

"Release me!"

But when he heard this voice, his steps stopped. The whole person froze in place, unable to move.

He also saw the man's face clearly. He was much older and thinner, but he still recognized it.

"I told you to let go of me, do you understand people? I am his dad! Do you dare to move me!"

Fang Juexia will never forget how he pointed at his face, the birthmark on his face.

To put it bluntly, you are a natural failure.