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Rong Congyan has always been restless recently.

His younger brother Rong Yuheng never let him worry about it since he was a child. After a dispute with his father a few days ago, he was finally swept out and he has not returned home until now.

He is worried.

Worried that Rong Yuheng would harm the flowers and plants outside again.

At the end of get off work, as the executive president of the group headquarters, Rong Congyan was still reviewing documents in a professional manner. Information from friends in the circle popped up at this time.

He has no interest in entertaining gossip, his friends know this, so they never push them to him. But today, for some reason, gongs, drums and firecrackers blasted the sky in a small dialog box.

"Congyan! Look at this! The draft of "Ace of Stars" is absolutely amazing. Why is that No. 13 so like your little Heng?"

Rong Congyan glanced intently, and saw a familiar figure pouting his **** happily towards the opposite man on the large picture.

Rong Congyan, "..."

Good job, Rong Yuheng.

"Help me find out the "Ace of Stars" program."

Secretary Shen's cold sweat was coming down, and President Xiao Rong's aura was as scary as President Rong, especially when he had a cold face, he felt that he could freeze his liver through.

Fortunately, he is already a mature tool man. He immediately brought up the video to Rong Congyan in a respectful and responsible manner, "Mr. Rong, that's it."

"Okay, I'll take a look for myself for a while, you can go down first."

The office door closed with a click.

The cheerful and smooth prelude sounds flowed out of the computer. As the progress bar pushed back, Rong Congyan’s brows became more frowning...

"Shoot when it's time to do it~

One click, two click..."

After Rong Yuheng's happy tango, it was Wen Zezheng's sincere face.

The emperor of the film and television industry finally lowered his noble head and said softly, "Don't sing, please."

The camera also cut a close-up of the face, and the eyes of a generation of actor and actress were pure admiration and pleading.

Rong Congyan's hand holding the mouse trembled slightly.

He looked at Wen Zizhang's cracked face on the screen, and he actually showed a sense of pleasure of being sympathetic to each other.

The barrage slipped past,

"This is the humblest time since Brother Hung debuted..."

"He came, he came with a knife."

"Rong: Teacher Wen, get dry! Butt up! One da da two da da... Wen refused three consecutive: no please, no please, no please, no please."

"Hahahahahaha, my nails are cracking with laughter..."

Immediately after Wen Zexang proposed after-school tutoring, another groundhog screamed on the barrage, covering up the whole picture.

Can't see Rong Yuheng's heart-wrenching face, Rong Congyan's long-standing depression in his chest finally slowly exhales...

Later, I did some tricks in the make-up course. The first shot was Qiao Tan standing at the entrance of the corridor. Song Tang asked, "Where is Mr. Wen?"

Qiao Tan said, "Let's eat it ourselves, he seems to be doing things."

The screen was covered by a series of question marks "???".

Then the camera turned, back to the moment when Qiao Tan wanted to push the door and entered but was daunted—

Resentful singing echoed in the empty classroom, and Wen Zezheng's always calm expression management was vaguely out of control:

"Odd injustice~odd injustice~ but it is difficult to release the fate..."

Barrage:

"hahahahahahahahahahaha…"

"Wen Zezhen: Stop singing, please."

Rong Congyan's face in front of the screen was finally distorted for a moment.

He quickly raised his head and glanced at the closed office door. After confirming that no one would come in, he showed a gleeful smile on his face...

Rong Yuheng knew nothing about his being caught.

He hadn't met Ke Ting's request, so he still stayed in the music room to practice dance without tango flavor.

They were dancing happily when the classroom door suddenly creaked open.

Rong Yuheng stopped and looked back at Huang Jianing.

Huang Jianing was stunned when he saw him, and then said hello.

"Are you practicing dancing here?"

"Yeah." Rong Yuheng finished speaking, and asked him again, "Are you here to practice dancing too?"

Huang Jianing nodded, walked not far from the former, and started practicing with a flick of his arm. He jumped and said,

"The first episode of the show has been released, have you seen it?"

Rong Yuheng danced with him in every way, "I didn't watch it."

When Huang Jianing saw this, he didn't hide it, and chatted with him one after another.

"I've finished reading." He said after a while, exclaiming sincerely, "You are so sorrowful..."

Rong Yuheng almost got his feet, he calmed down and said "extraordinary" modestly.

"The audience likes you quite a bit, but your roommate is not very popular."

Rong Yuheng was taken aback, "Which one?"

"Master."

"Why? Brother Shubai is very nice."

"When you gathered, he showed off his riches and hatred too much."

Rong Yuheng didn't expect that the program group would play this paragraph! He immediately stopped, and rushed to the nearest camera with a "dada da" like a fountain, his entire face almost stuck on the camera.

"Director! Director, you are not kind!"

Huang Jianing was taken aback by his sudden behavior, and he couldn't laugh or cry and pulled him, "Don't get so close, the water vapor is on the camera."

Rong Yuheng left a little bit and pouted unhappily, "Brother Shubai actually took care of us very much. I didn't eat dinner after making up the class. He specially ordered a meal for me from outside."

Huang Jianing was afraid that he would poke his mouth on the lens and drag his waist back, "You won't be able to broadcast this passage, so don't talk about it for now."

Rong Yuheng turned a deaf ear, breaking through Huang Jianing's encirclement and desperately slamming in front of the camera.

He stretched out his small fists and thumped the wall, imitating the ancients, beating the drums and crying loudly.

"Performing an eternal case, it is hard to tell injustices~ I can't tell, I'm unwilling, cry~uuuu~City..."

The camera in the building works 24 hours a day. It's not too late. The staff of the program group have not rested yet. At this moment Xiao Ran, who saw the camera behind the lens, was laughing.

She laughed frantically and slapped the table, "My God! Hahahahahaha, Dou E is here again tonight!"

As she said, she rushed out to find Chen Li, "Director Chen! Come here, there is a student playing drums and complaining!"

Chen Li was drawn to the screen and he was amused.

In front of the camera, Rong Yuheng sang "Dou E's Strange Injustice" without anybody, and Huang Jianing at the back kept pulling him, "Don't sing, this passage won't be broadcast!"

Xiao Ran, "hahahahahaha...!"

Chen Li stroked his chin schemingly...the material for the next issue is available.

After the first episode of the program was broadcast, many students were aroused in crisis awareness. The normal teaching time is over, and more and more people are staying for training.

The program team finally listened to the opinions of the audience and added two new classrooms before the second broadcast, ensuring that each instructor occupies a separate room.

The first round of the elimination round is about to come in a week, and Rong Yuheng has spent most of his energy on dancing.

On the night before the second broadcast, Bian Chen suddenly appeared in Rong Yuheng's dancing classroom, and went straight to the latter.

Bian Chen was full of aggression that was hard to ignore, and many students stopped training to look at him.

Rong Yuheng was practicing dance with Zou Yi and Huang Jianing, and Bian Chen walked directly to him, made a provocative gesture and started the wheat.

"You said you are still dancing tango

You are a passerby in the draft

Singing is nothing more than grandstanding

In fact, the weakest in the audience, yo~"

After Bian Chen finished singing this passage, he stood still and stared at Rong Yuheng, trying to see a look of shame on the latter's face.

Rong Yuheng was stunned, then his eyes moved.

"You sang it to me?"

Bian Chen sneered, "Otherwise, except you..."

Rong Yuheng rushed up in surprise and grabbed his hand, "You also wrote a lyrics specifically for me!?"

Bian Chen, "...Also, the same can be said."

Rong Yuheng was so happy that his head was going to be a little flower. It was the first time someone wrote lyrics for him after more than 20 years!

"Can you sing it again? I want to record it as a souvenir."

Bian Chen didn't expect this to be the case at all! He didn't react at once, stuck for a second, and explained unwillingly,

"I am provoking you."

If he hadn't heard of it, Rong Yuheng had already pulled out his phone and turned on the camera, "Come on again, Brother Chen, I opened the beauty, you look very handsome under the lens!"

Bian Chen, "..."

Bian Chen Buddha was completely plunged into deep frustration.

He opened his mouth and read numbly, his tone of voice was as flat as stagnant water.

"You said you are still dancing tango. You are a passerby in the draft. Singing is nothing but grandstanding. In fact, it is the weakest in the audience. yo."

Rong Yuheng, the seals applauded, "Yeah! Brother Chen is wonderful!"

Rong Yuheng, "But I think it's the best time for the first time. It is full of emotions and full of charm. Of course, this segment is also good. I will treasure this video for a lifetime!"

Bian Chen suddenly regretted the provocation.

I always feel that it won’t be long before he comes back to review this video and he will regret for the rest of his life...

Zou Yi's anger at the moment all turned into a fluttering sentence in his mind, "Look, who asked you to come?"

Huang Jianing was in a complicated mood, so she pulled Rong Yuheng over to educate him in a low voice, "Bian Chen is not expressing kindness to you."

Rong Yuheng smiled and shook his head, "But it's recognition of me." A light burst into his eyes, "I'm already among the strong."

"..."

Huang Jianing couldn't fully understand his logic, so he didn't understand it at all.

Sometimes he thinks that Rong Yuheng is just a small sand sculpture, and sometimes he thinks he is smarter than anyone else.

Wen Zhongyun felt that his son had a little secret, and he was very sure about his keen sense of smell!

When Wen Zezhen came back in the evening, Wen Zhongyun finally couldn't hold back, pretending to speak casually, "Zezhen, what kind of show did you say you participated in Chen Li's show last time?"

Wen Zezhen didn't doubt that he had him. He changed his shoes and said, ""Ace of the Stars", a talent show."

Wen Zhongyun said "Oh", did not speak any more, and continued to hold his tape recorder, humming.

Wen Zetong glanced at it as he passed by the living room, "You have used this tape recorder for a long time. Let me replace you with a new one."

"No," Wen Zhongyun touched the stripped edges of the recorder with his fingers, "That's it, it's good. When your mother was still..."

He paused suddenly when he said that, Wen Zezhen's heart suddenly burst, and the two of them fell silent in the living room, and only the opera came out of the tape recorder.

After a few seconds of silence, Wen Zhongyun suddenly changed his speech, "I'll choose your computer for me. I want to see the latest drama."

Wen Zhongyun spoke with a little accent, saying that the "son" of "son" always said "Ze", which happened to match Wen Zeleng's name. As time passed, he still thought it was wonderful, so he shouted a few words from time to time.

Wen Zezhen was caught off guard by the "Erze", so that his brain was jumping, and he responded with two sounds of "Uh-huh".

He turned and walked to the study to get the computer.

Wen Zhongyun from behind looked at his back, showing a successful smile...

It's wee hours again.

Wan Lai was all silent.

Wen Zezhen was awakened by laughter again, but this time it was not his own laughter, but the laughter from the next room.

Wen Zhongyun sang the drama for decades, and even the laughter was brought into play. The laughter of "Goose ha ha ha ha..." like an air defense alarm went through the wall continuously and hit his eardrums.

Wen Zezong, "..."

He pressed his eyebrows, got out of bed and went to the next door.

The door opened with a "click", and the twists and turns of the goose smile came to an abrupt end.

Wen Zhongyun sat on the bed with his mouth open and holding the computer, maintaining a look of horror of being caught.

The dark room did not turn on the lights, only the faint light of the computer screen was cast on his face, and the white eyes in his eyes widened because of panic were very bright.

Wen Zezhen's eyes were deep, "Dad, what are you doing?"

Wen Zhongyun slowly closed his mouth as if he had been pressed the 0.5x speed key, swallowed, "No..."

Wen Zetong knew his old father's urinary **** well, and he ignored the latter's nonsense, and strode over to the meteor, turning the computer screen—

On the screen, it was his humble and handsome face, with his lips and teeth whispering as he looked at the cottage.

"Stop singing, please."

Wen Zhongyun glanced at him, but still couldn't help letting out a slight snort, "Fur..."

Wen Zezong's eyes were immediately as cold as the February cold wind,

"Dad, when you said watching a new play, it turned out to be watching your son's play."

"...Furfur."