MTL - Divorce: This is a Trivial Matter-Chapter 8 First love

Song Xiaofang is the real name of Song Jin. When she debuted, the company thought it was not good, so she gave her the stage name of Song Jin. Her excited voice was blown away by the wind, but Qi Xiaoyan, who stood opposite, didn't respond much.

Song Jin looked at him, and the smile on his face receded a little: "Don't you remember me?"

Wu Qi smiled and said, "I remember, I was just a little surprised."

Icy sound quality, like the purest crystal, as Song Jin remembers.

The corner of her mouth fell again, and Song Jin couldn't help but take a step closer to him: "How long have we not seen each other? Ten years?" Qi Xiaoyan is more mature than her impression and more attractive.

What else did she want to say, but she saw a few students walking towards this side and subconsciously pulled Qi Xiaoyan into the teaching building. The pillars on the first floor blocked the students' eyes. Song Jin watched them go far away, and then apologized to Qi Xiao and said, "Sorry."

"It doesn't matter." Qi Xiaoyan didn't seem to care.

Song Jin smiled at him and asked, "Are you teaching here now?"

"Ok."

"Teach Math?"

"Ok."

Song Jin could not help but laugh a few times: "You haven't changed at all. I really envy and sympathize with your students."

Wu Qi smiled and didn't answer. Song Jin looked up at him, and raised his lips slightly: "When are you free, I invite you to dinner."

Wu Qi smiled and said, "You should be very busy."

Song Jin smiled and said, "I still have time to eat."

Qi Qi smiled and thought for a moment, but did not refuse again: "Well then, I can cooperate with your time."

"Great!" Song Jin laughed happily, "Let's exchange the mobile phone number, I will contact you then."

"Ok."

After Gao got Qi Xiaoyan's number, Song Jin looked up and saw her assistant coming. She hurriedly said goodbye to Qi Xiao, took a few steps and made a phone call gesture to him. Qi Xiaoyan glanced at her in place, turned and walked towards the stairs.

One morning passed quickly. While the classmates rushed to the cafeteria, the lunch box of the crew of "Green Time" was delivered on time. Song Jin has always thought that the box lunch of the crew was too greasy, so he always brought his own meals to eat. Lunch time was only 30 minutes in total. Song Jin allocated 15 minutes to "Xingwen 30 minutes" magazine to accept their exclusive interview.

Reporter is a gentle girl, who looks almost as big as Song Jin. When I arrived at the set, I politely handed my work permit to Song Jin: "Hello, I'm a reporter for" Xingwen 30 minutes "magazine."

Song Jin nodded arbitrarily and said to her, "Let's get started, you only have fifteen minutes."

The corner of the reporter's mouth moved, and she suddenly had the illusion that she was interviewing an overbearing president. She sat down sharply on the small bench the assistant moved over and began to ask herself prepared questions.

The first few questions are very routine, and the reporter asked them without psychological pressure, but the fans collected from Weibo asked her questions. "Some viewers said that you can get a shot with" Drawing Soul " Red is just because you look good. What do you think about it? "

Song Jin said, "I think I can be popular not only because I look good, but also because I am smart."

The reporter's movement was subtlely stopped for half a second before he smiled and said, "Yes, after all, I can enter the Imperial University at the age of 16, and it is second to none in the entertainment industry."

Song Jin said, "Even if you are out of the entertainment industry, there are only a handful of people who have entered the Imperial University at the age of 16."

The smile on reporter's face is not hanging anymore, and Song Jin really likes rumors to like looking at beings from the height of IQ.

那么 "Why did n’t you consider studying for a PhD after graduating from a graduate student? Instead, you embarked on the road of entertainment?"

Song Jin glanced at her. At that moment, the reporter felt as if he had asked a very stupid question.

"I have answered this question many times in different interviews. Are you sure you want to waste time on these meaningless questions?"

Reporter's heart is beating. If Song Jin is a man, now it is the standard line of a domineering president! She quickly flipped through a page of the interview draft and asked with a smile: "Do you feel anything about returning to your alma mater this time?"

Wu Songjin said, "The school hasn't changed much, but it still reminds me of many memories when I was studying."

The reporter's sensitive gossip radar is operating immediately. If it is so emotional, it must have hidden secrets! She looked at Song Jin with a dazzling look, and said positively, "This movie is called Green Time. I think the audience would also like to know what kind of green time their idols have."

Song Jin thought for a while, the tone was rarer and softer: "In fact, like many people, I had a crush on a senior when I was a freshman."

The blood of the reporter is boiling, exclusive! This time is absolutely exclusive!

"Oh, sir! Then!" She held a thin layer of sweat on her hand holding the recording pen.

"That senior is one year older than me. Because we are in the same community, we have the opportunity to meet. He is very smart. He is the smartest of the people I have met. Unfortunately, he was already a senior and we got along. In 1949, he went abroad for further studies. "

The reporter insisted, "Did you not contact him after he went abroad?"

Song Jin smiled lightly: "He's very busy. Almost all the emails I send to him are sinking into the sea. Later, I got busy, and gradually lost contact."

Reporter froze. Was Song Jin laughing just now? Why didn't she catch it! The title is called the otaku goddess recalling the first love, I feel sad when I feel sour!

She calmed down and comforted, "First love is so sweet and a little bit sour but fascinating."

Song Jin said nothing, the assistant came over to remind that the time had come. The reporter stood up and said to Song Jin: "Thank you very much for accepting the interview with our magazine. Could you finally let me take a picture of you?"

Song Jin nodded and looked up at the camera raised by the reporter.

"Can you laugh?"

Song Jin laughed at her request, a very formal and impeccable smile that made the reporter a little bit frustrated. If only the smile was taken just now.

After the reporter left, Song Jin settled his lunch in ten minutes and returned to filming the crew.

Within a small town of Sakai, Yang Wei did not go downstairs to buy fried rice today, but followed the students to the school cafeteria. She sat alone while playing with her mobile phone, and as soon as she landed on Weibo, she received a reminder of a new fan and a private message from an unfollowed person. She clicked on the fan reminder first, and was surprised to find that it was "wait another three minutes" greatly! Yang Wei was choked by the rice in her mouth and coughed while covering her mouth. She now believes that it may be true that 120,000 people die from choking every day around the world, said by Teacher Yao.

I went through this tone, she opened a little private message again, and she still waited another three minutes.

She was a little nervous, and read it with a deep breath.

"I'm very sorry, because my readers' irrationality has caused you trouble, but I don't think they will continue to do so. In addition, I read your article and found it very good. If you are interested in signing a contract, I can send my I will introduce it to you. ^ _ ^ "

Yang Wei froze, this big character is nothing like her writing! This is the great **** style!

She went into her article happily and looked at it, and found a lot of readers to make up points. Waiting for three minutes is really more important, from the first chapter to the last!

Yang Wei was so moved.

觉得 She felt that she was too impulsive to charge her at that time. The author's writing is very good, so she can write such a dog blood story ups and downs fascinating, otherwise she would not be able to insist on seeing the latest chapter. She returned to Weibo, and responded to a private message with another three minutes. "Thank you, I just wrote for myself, I didn't plan to sign a contract, but I'm glad to meet you! ^ _ ^"

Before she quit Weibo, she did not forget to return to the past.

Today is Friday. There are only two classes in the afternoon in the school. After all the lessons are completed, Yang Wei walks into the classroom on time and organizes a weekly cleaning of the whole school. It was determined that under the leadership of the labor commissioner, every classmate was engaged in labor, and Yang Wei returned to the office to clean her own table and chairs.

Teacher Yao Yao stood beside the bed and wiped the window sill, and suddenly cried out in surprise: "Look, there is a Maserati parked at the school gate!"

Yang Wei was cleaning the table. When she said that, she went up and glanced. Many parents' cars have been parked in front of the school, but the red sports car is particularly conspicuous. It is not a bright red, but a long-standing red wine, **** and charming.

"This car needs to be at least two million?" Teacher Yao looked at the Maserati with interest and asked Yang Wei, "Which student do you say is the parent of the student?"

"I don't know." Yang Wei shook her head and continued to clean the table. "Isn't there a Ferrari driver to pick up students last time?" Although City One Primary School is not an aristocratic school, City A is full of rich people. Although most students took buses home after being picked up by grandparents, some mothers drove luxury cars to pick up children from school.

Especially on weekends, the cars in front of the school have grown exponentially.

Ms. Yao is still staring affectionately at the Maserati, and the window frame is almost wiped off by her: "Are you going to be Liang Mingyu from your class?"

梁 明 灏? Yang Wei's brow moved. If she came to pick up Liang Minghuan, wouldn't it be Fang Chengran who drove?

She just thought of it, and Teacher Yao of the window cried again, "Someone got off the car! It's a handsome guy!"

Hmm ... isn't it really Fang Chengran? Yang Wei went to the window again and glanced outside. Fang Chengran felt like there was an induction. At this moment, he looked up and smiled towards them.

"Oh, I can't do it anymore." Teacher Yao covered his heart and stumbled back to his office chair. Yang Wei was still standing in front of the window looking at Fang Chengran, and Fang Chengran waved at her.

薇 Yang Wei turned around unnaturally and continued to clean the table.

After the cleaning was finished, Yang Wei returned to the class, listening to the subject representatives one by one to finish their homework assignments, and went to the podium to talk about the ten-minute weekend precautions. Finally, the classmates who could not wait can be released.

Yang Wei was relieved, and she could sleep for another two days on the weekend.

When she packed up and walked to the school gate, the red Maserati was still there. Fang Chengran leaned on the car body, and the picture of the beautiful man in the car attracted the attention of many people.

Yang Wei, carrying her bag on one shoulder, came up and asked, "Fang Chengran, are you waiting for Liang Mingyu? He has already left."

Hearing Yang Wei's voice, Fang Chengran straightened his back and looked back at her: "I'm waiting for you."

"wait for me?"

She Fang Chengran smiled at her, and the gentleman pulled the door and made an invitation gesture to her: "I don't know if I have the honor to have dinner with you?"