She Came To My Concert

[C: Yes. 】

Almost pissed off.

Ling Chen thought lightly.

[Zhu Wenshu: Well, then you can continue to work. 】

[C: Well. 】

That night, Zhu Wenshu had a nightmare.

She dreamed that many, many years later, she would still be Ling Siyuan's teacher.

On the way to the juvenile prison, he visited Ling Siyuan who was arrested.

She followed the prison guards through the winding corridors, and finally stopped outside a dark and damp iron door.

Not long after, there was the sound of iron chains colliding inside.

Zhu Wenshu raised his head abruptly, saw the familiar face through the bars, and exclaimed.

"Ling Chen?!"

The cry woke her up.

In the coolness of early autumn, Zhu Wenshu opened his eyes wet with sweat, staring at the ceiling in confusion, falling into a kind of half-asleep and half-awake chaos.

Ten minutes passed, her thoughts came back, and she slowly turned her head to look at the clock.

Fuck!

It's seven twenty!

With no time to think about this outrageous dream, Zhu Wenshu scrambled to get up from the bed, wiped his face, picked up his bag and rushed out.

Fortunately, the place where she lived was not far from the school, and it was not too much of a hindrance to get to the school by stepping on it.

When I sat in the office, the homework collected by the team leaders was already placed on the table.

Zhu Wenshu took a breath, stared at the stack of notebooks and sighed, then took out the small mirror and tidied up his messy hair, ready to go to class.

At this time, someone knocked on the door.

Zhu Wenshu turned his head and saw that Ling Siyuan was holding on to the door frame and dared not come in.

"What's wrong?"

Zhu Wenshu asked, "It's time for class, why don't you go to the classroom?"

Ling Siyuan raised his arms, covered half of his face with a notebook, and ran over.

"Teacher, I just arrived at school to hand in my homework."

"Why is it so late today?"

Zhu Wenshu smiled and said, "Lai Chuáng?"

"Diarrhea in the morning..."

"Do you feel better?"

"much better."

Zhu Wenshu took his homework book, read it casually, and found that the handwriting was more neat than usual.

She bent her lips and asked, "Yuanyuan improved in her homework last night. Did dad teach you to write?"

"No, my dad went to bed."

Ling Siyuan raised his head and said triumphantly, "My uncle wrote it with me."

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

The shallow smile froze at the corner of his mouth, turning into a stiff arc.

Knew it……

Zhu Wenshu took a deep breath and touched Ling Siyuan's head.

"Okay, you go back to class."

After Ling Siyuan's back disappeared into the office, Zhu Wenshu changed his homework for a while.

After thinking about it, I still couldn't help taking out my phone to find Ling Chen's WeChat.

Fingers on the keyboard to delete, delete and modify for a long time before saying a word.

[Zhu Wenshu: The school does not strictly require parents to accompany their children to do their homework. If you really don't have time, you don't have to accompany them. 】

At this point, Ling Chen returned quite quickly.

[c]:?

【c】: All right, then I was looking for trouble yesterday.

[Zhu Wen Shu]: ...

?

Aren't you a singer? Why did you play with me?

[Zhu Wenshu: Ling Siyuan has already told me that his uncle accompanied him to do the homework yesterday. In fact, you don't have to lie to me on purpose. 】

[c:...]

[Zhu Wenshu: After all. 】

[Zhu Wenshu: Your children can't learn anything, and they won't deduct my salary. 】

[c:...]

Chapter 6

In the studio.

The photographer snapped his fingers to signal the end of this part of shooting, and the makeup artists surrounding him immediately stepped forward with their tools on their backs to tidy up Ling Chen's styling.

In order not to affect the lighting that was finally adjusted, the assistant directly brought a high stool over for Ling Chen to sit on the spot.

Today's shooting is very important, it is a year-end blockbuster for a top fashion magazine in China, so Ling Xingyan naturally wants to be there in person.

He stood behind the computer and looked at the samples, his eyes flickered, and he suddenly noticed something different.

Ling Chen, who never carries a mobile phone with him at work, actually looks at his mobile phone during makeup retouching.

He also had a speechless expression on his face.

Ling Xingyan felt something new, stepped forward and tilted his head to look down.

"What are you looking at, you have such a strange expression—"

Before he finished speaking, Ling Chen immediately turned off the screen when he felt Ling Xingyan's gaze.

Ling Xingyan paused.

If he read it right just now——

The person opposite Ling Chen's WeChat is a pink cartoon profile picture?

Ling Xingyan shrank his neck and looked at Ling Chen gossipingly.

"What's the situation? Is there anything I can't see?"

Ling Chen ignored him at all, handed the hand to the assistant, then closed his eyes and raised his head, indicating that the makeup artist can continue to touch up the makeup.

"Ouch."

So Ling Xingyan took another two steps back slowly, and looked at Ling Chen with his head up and down, "Mysterious, is your goddess Bai Yueguang back?"

As soon as the words fell, Ling Chen frowned suddenly.

"..."

This subtle expression change was like a lightning bolt, hitting Ling Xingyan directly on the forehead, making him feel that something was wrong.

His expression and words froze at the same time, his eyes moved up inch by inch, and finally fixed on Ling Chen's face.

Could it be... that he... really hit the mark with a joke, right?

Ling Xingyan's inner fluctuations began to spread to the entire studio.