worn after Zha Shouzuo's death

Chapter 26

Song Ci was helped down by Shan Yangxia.

Shi Xuan frowned, very incomprehensible: "Song Ci, why did you agree? You are obviously very uncomfortable."

Shan Yangxia didn't speak, and kept silent.

"I know who I am." Song Ci closed his eyes, his voice was very soft, "I can't be so ungrateful."

Yin Qi is still young, with a promising future, and a king of strength, everyone's favorite brother, what kind of thing is Song Ci?

Yin Qi chose him twice, how could he refuse?

Both Shan Yangxia and Shi Xuan can agree, and when it's his turn, start acting like a demon?Playing big names and not paying attention to newcomers?

Others don't know that he is uncomfortable, and even if they know, there will be a new point of ridicule - why choose to go on stage if he is uncomfortable?Who forced you?Before the person is popular, he starts to sell miserably and heat up. A senior, who maintains his popularity by sucking the blood of the newcomer, has a really fucking big face. I wish you a lifetime!

These are all foreseeable, it is better not to say anything in the first place.

Anyway, his problem is not serious, no one can die, and he can get over it after taking some medicine later.

The other three fell into silence, belatedly realizing that the entertainment industry is a circle that can eat people.

As soon as they arrived at the backstage, Gao Quan greeted them, and the other three expressed some concern, but they couldn't follow, because they were going to prepare to go on stage, so they had to leave in a hurry.

Gao Quan reached out and took Song Ci: "What's wrong with you?"

While watching the live broadcast, he could tell something was wrong with Song Ci.

Song Ci leaned on his shoulder, covered in cold sweat: "My stomach hurts."

Gao Quan was very calm: "There is stomach medicine over there, I'll get it for you, you think about what you can sing, the director ranked you third on stage, plus the time to rate and like the contestants, You should have four and ten minutes."

Song Ci estimated in his heart for a while: "Did the director tell me how far I should play?"

"What can you do?" Gao Quan helped him to the sofa and sat down. Several staff hurriedly came forward to inquire about the situation. Gao Quan said briefly in a low voice, and someone brought stomach medicine.

Gao Quan held the medicine in one hand and the water in the other, sighed at the pale Song Ci curled up in a ball, as if he felt more and more like he was raising a child, he softened his voice: "Even if the performance fails, no one will It's your fault, you don't have to be burdened with idols if you are an [-]th line, good boy."

Song Ci was so painful that his consciousness was blurred. When he noticed that Gao Quan was passing the medicine, he opened his mouth obediently. After swallowing the pill, Gao Quan gave him another sip of water and told him, "Don't choke again. caught."

Song Ci: "..."

Song Ci suddenly thought of something, and forced to open his eyes to look at him, with a layer of water in his eyes: "Stuck by a lollipop...is this as warm as jade?"

Gao Quan brushed his hair: "What do you think?"

He really couldn't bear to tell him, but in just two, three, 10 minutes, Song Ci rushed to the hot search list, hot search entry: Song Ci, a man who almost choked to death on sugar

This trending search even overshadowed the entry Song Ci wink.

And the hot search terms surrounding him are—the trade war between China and the United States, my dream, why is the sky blue...

The popular searches of Song Ci are mixed with these fresh and refined entries, and the degree of sand sculpture is almost impossible to look directly at.

Song Ci lay back down again: "...I don't think the impact should be too big. It's only a few shots. Most of my shots are smiling as gentle as jade. Netizens watching the live broadcast will definitely ignore the lollipop event."

Gao Quan looked at him lovingly, as if looking at his own silly son.

He changed the subject: "Have you thought about what to sing?"

Song Ci closed his eyes and covered his stomach: "...Forget it, it's not easy for the contestants. I'll sing whatever I want. Anyway, I have you now. I'm much luckier than them. They still have to rely on the number of likes to decide. As for fate, I must be very worried right now."

And he doesn't rely on this to make a living, and he is just a substitute, there is no need to be so eye-catching, the stage belongs to those shining teenagers after all.

Gao Quan really couldn't understand where Song Ci's self-confidence came from. He first asked how far he wanted to play, and then said he needed to let go... Will the stomachache affect the head?Does he not only have a stomachache, but also a fever?Judging by his words and deeds, are you confused?

Gao Quan put his hand on Song Ci's head, it was really hot.

Song Ci opened his eyes and looked at him, looking very obedient: "Mother Gao, you are so kind to me."

Gao Quan was a little tired: "Ah. I'm counting on you for the rest of my life. Please fight for a while and hold on for a while. Let's go to the hospital for a checkup after the performance?"

Song Ci: "No need to check. I'm fine. I'm much better now. I've decided what to sing."

……

After Gao Quan accompanied Song Ci for a while, he went to negotiate with the director.

Song Ci lay down for a while, and wanted to go to the bathroom a little bit, so he stood up, walked out the door of the lounge, and followed the signs to find the bathroom.

After entering the cubicle, the solution was over, and he was about to go out after washing his hands, when he heard someone come in, and that person was on the phone, loudly: "Hahahaha I laughed so hard, do you know what Song Ci is going to sing? He I want to sing dimples! It’s so filthy. When I first saw him, I thought he had no taste. As you said, he is a piece of shit, a piece of trash. Now I feel like I chose him as my opponent It's an insult to me, I'm ashamed to win him! Tell me, if I really win him, won't he hide in his mother's arms and cry?"

Song Ci had no intention of listening to other people's speech, and put his hands on the doorknob to go out, but after hearing this sentence, all his movements stopped.

Yin Qi was washing his hands. He put down his phone and turned on the voice.

Cai Ming's voice came out clearly from inside: "He can only cry. He has no choice. He has a good face. He can get resources and climb up when he cries. I heard that In order to be able to be on this show, he didn’t know how many times he slept with his benefactor. It seems that he has an anal fissure. It’s so flamboyant. You can’t live without a man. Let me tell you, you perform well on stage, this After the show is over, I still have ways to deal with him."

Song Ci's complexion gradually cooled down inch by inch, and even the back of his hand holding the doorknob had blue veins.

Yin Qi said good, but was a little strange: "Why do you hate him so much?"

Cai Ming's voice seemed to be frozen with ice: "He asked his benefactor to take action and ruined my job and future. I am now living worse than a dog. Do you think I shouldn't hate him?"

"How cheap." Yin Qi frowned, staring at his own face in the mirror, the face in the mirror was young, full of vigor, and very lively, "Actually, I don't think Song Ci is very good-looking, he is still Can anyone take him seriously? My face is a hundred times more beautiful than his. "

Cai Ming sneered: "He is a professional sleeper, not only relying on his face, but also on his skills in bed. Can you compare with him? He even seduced me, and I almost fell for him. He is the reincarnation of a vixen, and he is so flirtatious."

Yin Qi clicked his tongue twice, and stretched out his hand to draw an arc on his face. The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he was, and he finally sighed: "It's really troublesome to compete with such a disgusting person. I'll have to do it later." Make it up, I won't tell you, I'm about to play, wait for me to rub him on the ground, hang up."

Cai Ming hummed and hung up the phone.

Yin Qi put away his mobile phone and was about to go out when he heard the door of a certain cubicle being kicked open with a bang.

Yin Qi was taken aback, turned his head, and saw Song Ci standing at the door of the cubicle with a frosty face, still wearing the fairy-like white clothes on the stage, and the makeup on his face was still on. When he was wearing this suit and standing on the stage, he looked gentle and gentle, and his face seemed to be filled with the tenderness of the whole world.

But standing here at this moment, his face has no expression at all, the brows are slightly raised, his eyes are cold, the corners of his lips are pursed, the arc of his jaw is extremely tight, and he exudes an air of not getting close to strangers field.

Yin Qi only felt a bang, as if something exploded in his mind, and stared at him blankly, overwhelmed by the powerful aura emanating from Song Ci.

In the next moment, a smile suddenly appeared on Song Ci's face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

He walked towards Yin Qi step by step, and when he took one step, Yin Qi took a step back, and was finally cornered.

Song Ci smiled like a beautiful flower blooming in spring, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off. He asked softly, "What do you think it feels like to lose to an idiot?"

Yin Qi pressed against the wall, stiffened his neck: "I don't understand what you're talking about! How could I lose to a person who can only sing dimples?! Don't you have any idea of ​​your own strength?"

"It's good." Song Ci reached out and patted his shoulder, leaned over to him, his voice gradually cooled down, scraping his skin like an ice knife, "Then later Son, just keep your eyes open and watch carefully, to see how you lost—”