Fanservice Paradox

Really ... Pei Tingsong thinks he has a good temper recently and is used to it. He was about to speak. The phone in his hand shook and accidentally glanced at the lock screen. He just saw the words [Astar 梁 若].

Moment fell to the bottom of the valley, and inexplicably burst into evil fire. Pei Tingsong wasn't good-tempered anymore, just thinking that Fang Jue Xia specially asked him to come over with his mobile phone, maybe because he wanted to chat with him. But he still held back anyway and didn't want the other party to feel Xia's temper, and he didn't have a position to lose temper. So he just put the phone upside down on the ground, dragged Fang Juexia, and put the salad box in his arms.

Fang Juexia was not a sensitive character, but he almost felt Pei Tingsong was unhappy for the first time, and could not explain why. He just thought that he should come back, right, so dull, the atmosphere was a bit wrong.

But if you are really angry, the reaction should be greater.

it's wired. Fang Juexia couldn't figure it out and didn't want to puncture it, so he opened the salad box and ate a few bites, and saw cucumber slices. He didn't like cucumbers. The sandwiches of the past few days gave him a shadow over pickled cucumbers, so he used a fork to put these cucumbers in a corner of the box and ate other vegetables and chicken breasts.

This series of small movements were seen by Pei Tingsong, who was still sulking, and now he wanted to laugh a little, "Hey, how old are you still picky eaters? I am not two years younger than you."

Fang Juexia put the fork next to the box and vaguely emphasized, "Three years old."

"Two and a half years old." Pei Tingsong picked up the fork and ate the remaining cucumbers one by one.

In Fang Juexia's cognition, it was a very ambiguous thing to share the food with another person, especially eating food that the other party did not like. Because when he was very young, he saw his father like this, eating all the celery that mother did not like to eat, and told her not to be picky.

Seeing him in a daze, Pei Tingsong knocked on the side of the box with a fork, "What do you think is so fascinating."

Fang Juexia looked back and said, "I didn't think about anything, I thought you were not like a young master at all. I didn't know that the company wronged you more and didn't give you meals."

"I am adhering to the fine tradition of not wasting or picking food, which is why I can grow to one meter nine, you can only grow to one meter eight."

"Are you tall again?"

Pei Tingsong was a little proud, "I just measured it yesterday, exactly 190." He said that he stood up and walked to the door to turn on the light of the practice room.

"Calledo can't hold you this big Buddha." Fang Juexia picked up the phone from the ground. He only glanced at the time and saw Liang Ruo locked the screen.

He had no feeling for Liang Ruo and theoretically did not believe in the important things he said. After all, there is almost no intersection between them, except for unequal competition. If it was a thing of the past, he withdrew long ago, and he did not want to look back.

Several other teammates also came back, and Fang Juexia was also glad that they had hit the picture of themselves and Pei Tingsong staying alone with the lights turned off earlier.

No, why should he be afraid? He didn't do anything wrong.

Fang Juexia discovered that he has always been caught in this muddock of logic and emotion. Rationally he has never done anything that would cause guilt, shame, or guilt, but these emotions are always on the rise.

Especially guilt.

In the middle of the night, they were taken to the studio again and finished recording the last song of the entire album. The result was hard-won, Cheng Qiang lamented, "Finally finished, you are all hard, go back to take a hot bath, and have a meeting tomorrow at 10 o'clock. Xiaowen will pick you up, don't sleep too late."

There was another wailing just after the speech.

"A meeting again."

"I've been numb at the recent meeting, and I was sleepy as soon as the boss spoke."

"Fine you," Cheng Qiang sent them out of the studio. "Tomorrow is to discuss styling and MV design. It is estimated that it is not too long. Anyway, if you don't have a meeting, you need to get up early and practice. You can still have a rest at the meeting.

When he returned to the dormitory, Fang Juexia's mobile phone was out of electricity. He returned to his room to charge his mobile phone.

"Do you take a bath one by one?"

Ling Yi has been lying on the bed, "You first, I will post on Weibo for a while."

Fang Jue Xia snorted, found a plaster from the desk drawer, and took a new set of pajamas from the closet to the main guard.

He hastily took a bath and put on his pants. Dancing inevitably has injuries. Recently, the intensity of practice has increased. Although he has been resting and stretching well, it is still somewhat involved. Fang Juexia took off his shirt, pressed his sore waist, and tore the plaster at the mirror, but it was a bit laborious to look in the mirror, and his head was sore.

He was about to wrap his hands behind his back, and the bathroom door was suddenly opened. He thought it was Ling Yi, but when he looked up, he saw Pei Tingsong.

The other party also seemed a little surprised, "I thought no one ..."

Fang Juexia blinked a few times and stood upright, still holding the plaster in his hand, "Oh, I ... I want to put this patch on."

Sure enough, that kind of strange emotion, irrational emotion, appeared again in his heart.

Pei Tingsong grabbed his hair and walked by the door handle, neither left nor left. He thought of Fang Xia's awkward posture when he just pushed the door, and said, "I will help you."

He just came over and reached out to stick the plaster on his hand. Fang Juexia had no time to refuse.

"Where is it?"

Fang Juexia turned his back on him and thought of the scene where he was turned into a mirror in the practice room by his mischief in the afternoon. He wraps his hands around his waist and presses his finger above the waist pocket on his right, then releases it again, "Here ..."

His skin was illuminated by the strong light of the bathroom, white to dazzling, and water droplets floated above him. The sawing illusion in the practice room rose again, and his breathing became tighter. Pei Tingsong pulled a towel to dry the remaining water on his waist. The index finger and the **** rose together and pressed Fang Juexia's waist. "Here?"

"A little to the right."

"here?"

"Ok."

Pei Tingsong felt that he was not right, and his heart beat faster and faster, without any rules. But he didn't see that Fang Juexia didn't wear a shirt. He also slept in bed for a night, and he didn't feel anything at that time.

What's wrong now.

He put the plaster in his hand, smoothed his fingers, and then lowered his head halfway, "Okay."

"Thank you." Fang Juexia stretched out his hand and touched it, picked up his pajamas and draped it over his body, then turned the button on his back before turning around. "Do you want to take a shower?"

"Well." Pei Tingsong couldn't see him properly. He knew he was so weird. He had a fever, so he had to divert his attention. "Your waist is okay, why should you post this? The waist injury has recurred. ? "

Fang Juexia wiped her hair with a towel. "No. I'm just a little sour. This is not a pain reliever. It's a medicine to help relieve soreness."

"That's good……"

Fang Juexia didn't speak anymore, made him a place, and took the bathroom door. But Pei Tingsong stood there for a while, and waited until the mood was calm before locking the door. He took off his shirt with one hand, and the light in the bathroom shook him a little. When he was underground, he also saw many people who posted on his side to show the emotions and desires, but he didn't feel it at the time, and even hated this low-level animal instinct.

Pei Tingsong is a contradiction, and his style seems to be cynical, but in fact he didn't count into the world and didn't join the world, that is, a piece of counter-scale stuck on the border, a barb, and he didn't listen or persuade. The appearance is a dude, but in fact it is a blank piece of paper, or an extremely stubborn piece of paper, which can not be easily lighted. Once the Martian child starts, there is no turning back.

The water was pouring down, the bathroom was covered with hot mist, washing, washing, inexplicable in his head came the picture of Fang Juexia standing here to take a shower. Pei Tingsong turned the water cold and scribbled it through.

Fang Juexia returned to the room and saw the news from Liang Ruo, there were four missed calls. He did not know why Liang Ruo was so persistent, he was hesitating whether to reply, and WeChat popped up a new message.

[Guide dog: When sleeping, you can put a small pillow when sleeping. ]

Pei Tingsong turned a page in the bed, and the phone finally shook.

[Besides being pretty or pretty: there are no small pillows. ]

This Fang Juexia is really more terrible than a straight steel man. Pei Tingsong put down the book and turned his head to look at it. There were two pillows on his bed, one big and one small, and the big one used as a backrest. The smaller one was the one he used to pass over the bay window of the apartment. .

He picked up the small pillow and was ready to leave. But thinking of going out like this and being seen by He Ziyan, sitting on the bed and thinking about it, Pei Tingsong stood by the window and turned to look at the balcony next door.

Fang Jue Xia Gang opened the quilt, only to hear a click, and suddenly turned around, as if something had hit the balcony. When I walked over to see it, it was a black backpack, and it hit the cactus impartially and crooked.

He used a flower **** to straighten the cactus and slowly said to himself, "Why is it too urgent to fry?" After finishing this, he went to deal with the unidentified black bag. When it was pulled apart, it turned out to be a snow-white small one. pillow. Fang Juexia walked to the left side of the balcony with a small pillow, looking at the window next door, and said thank you quietly. Unexpectedly, the window stretched out a hand and gave it a cool gesture.

With a small pillow, Fang Juexia slept comfortably all night. But the other person across the wall was tossing and turning, dreaming for a night, dreaming that Fang Juexia was dancing, his smooth back, and how he used to walk with others and smiled at others.

"Wow, Xiao Pei, why are you insatiable? Isn't it ... Cover!" Before Ling finished, Pei Tingsong sitting next to him covered his mouth. "Laozi didn't sleep well, don't mess up I."

"Is it?" He Ziyan has been increasingly teasing him recently, "Xiao Pei didn't sleep well, and my roommate didn't know that it was a bad brother. The brother didn't care about you recently, it's all his brother's fault."

Pei Tingsong's eyelids sagged, full of world-weary emotions.

Chen Zhengyun brought in the planning department, "Early, are you tired recently?"

"Exhausted ~"

"It will be a little tiring in the early stage, and it will be much easier after recording the song." Chen Zhengyun gestured to the planning director, and then briefly said to Caledo's six recent work. "The estimated time for our return is April 5. , So there are now more than two weeks. Yesterday we have confirmed the MV shooting venue, just signed the contract, and Director Zhang will talk to you about the concept design of this MV, and the modeling team, half Arrive in hours. "

"The focus of this work is still on the practice of the title song. I will start shooting mv next Monday. In the middle of these days, everyone will have a good rest and strive to shoot in the best state." After he finished, he also gave Ling Yi a special look. Recently, weight control has been very effective. I have read the data, which is good. "

Ling Yi shook his head proudly.

Cheng Qiang corrects the schedule, "It is currently arranged like this. The first trailer is announced in the early morning of the 26th, and then a single trailer for one member is announced every day. The entire MV is released on the 2nd, and then the whole sale is opened on the music platform Channel. No. 4 is your new mini-fan meeting. There will be your first live song on the day. At the same time, the live song will be recorded. The No. 5 song will be broadcast on the same day. "

This arrangement is already very user-friendly, so it ’s not too slow or too slow. Give them plenty of time to practice.

Pei Tingsong asked, "Will not the song and music video be separated at the same time?"

Chen Zhengyun said, "We are still debating this point. We may also open the title song first at the end of March.

Before the words were finished, the door of the meeting room was suddenly opened, and a staff member rushed in, panicking, "Mr. Chen!"

"What's wrong? Panic."

"It's not good, the demo of the new specials of Card and Caledo has leaked out, and now it is spread on the Internet!"