A fulfilling day came to an end in the afterglow of the sun. Before parting with the paparazzi, Rong Yuheng and the paparazzi even copied a photo to his mobile phone for appreciation and show off.

After being kicked out of the group chat for a short time, he was dragged back to accept endless abuse and boxing. Rong Yuheng just had time to reply at this moment, so he threw all the photos into the group.

[Rong Yuheng]: You have fallen to me [picture][picture][picture]

[Rong Yuheng]: My soul has been drenched by rain, and we can't go back again [Picture][Picture]

...

Three minutes later, he was kicked out of the group chat again.

Rong Yuheng sighed, got in the car and prepared to return, passing a copy to Wen Zezong on the way.

[Rong Yuheng]: God loves the world, Bingyu loves me alone [Picture]

When Rong Yuheng was about to return to the training point, Wen Zezong's news was finally overdue, with only three words without beginning and end.

[Wen Zetong]: Be specific.

Rong Yuheng reacted to these three words for a long time. It wasn't until he got upstairs and came out after taking a shower in the dormitory and changing his clothes that a ray of light flashed through his mind——

"God loves the world, where are these words?" Rong Yuheng murmured while standing in the middle of the dormitory with a towel.

Pu Zaixi didn't look up, "Christianity."

Rong Yuheng suddenly realized that Wen Zezhen was attacking his faith!

He immediately fought back with the keypad.

[Rong Yuheng]: I am very dedicated.

[Wen Zezong]: Buddhism, Taoism, Christianity, whom do you think you are specific to?

[Rong Yuheng]: Marxism.

【Wen Zetong】:……

Once again successfully blocked Wen Zetong's words, Rong Yuheng, like a victorious rooster, swayed his head in the dormitory with his tail shaking, overlooking the mountains and rivers.

Zou Yi was doing exercises on the bed against the wall, and every time he looked up, he could see Rong Yuheng dangling in front of him vigorously.

The latter’s skin was white, and his eyes were particularly dazzling under the light overhead. Zou Yi was overwhelmed and paused to exercise.

"Yuheng, don't shake your eyes and pierce your eyes."

Rong Yuheng's parade ceremony was interrupted, and he was suddenly mourned, "Blame me for being too dazzling."

Zou Yi coaxed him nicely, "Don't blame you, beauty is not the original sin."

Rong Yuheng was instantly relieved, and the adult retreated to the bed in large quantities to wrap up the quilt, "I can cover up my sins a little bit."

Zou Yi took a deep look at him, then turned his head to continue working out.

After a day of rest, the training on the second day will continue as usual. At noon, Xu Sun called over, to the effect of asking Rong Yuheng what happened yesterday and why the paparazzi gave up this job collectively?

Rong Yuheng lowered his eyes gently, "Probably found something more important."

Xu Sun did not accept this kind of Japanese comic ending reply. He firmly believed that there was a reason for it, "Did you do something again?"

This "again" is used quite spiritually, and there is a trace of defense under the fine products.

Rong Yuheng was momentarily sad, "What else can I do? I'm just a poor man."

There was no sound on Xu Sun's end for a while, and then a long sigh came.

"Forget it, I've been busy lately. I won't pursue this matter anymore. Just don't cause trouble. Another artist under me...Ah, I can really do things! During this time you can figure it out by yourself, if you have something to find me, I Do your best if I can help you, you know?"

"I see, thank you Brother Sun."

Rong Yuheng prepared to take a nap for a short nap after dismissing Xu Sun, who had been in the Buddhist system for inquiries.

However, before he could close the window of his soul, he heard Pu Zaixi exclaimed, "Yuheng, your Weibo has been reposted!"

Rong Yuheng was closing the window and only lightly incited his lips when he heard the words, "I don't have permission."

"No! It was reposted by a second-generation star!" Pu Zaixi "bang bang bang" came straight from the end of his bed, and opened the window of Rong Yuheng's soul again. "You participate in the "Treasure Hunt". The propaganda blog post was reposted by Kuang Zhao!"

Rong Yuheng's eyes blinked twice, "Who?"

"Kuang Yong’s son, there is a very famous second-generation star in the circle. Although he does not participate in film and television dramas, and does not participate in any variety shows, he is friends with many big stars in the circle! He will actually forward your blog, which is quite So it was publicized in disguise."

Rong Yuheng just rubbed up and looked at Pu Zaixi's phone.

I saw a lonely "Treasure Hunt" publicity blog suddenly soaring under my newly registered account.

@匡照v: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, I am so ridiculous, Kangkang, what treasure boy I have found! @容钰珩v: The demo version of "Treasure Hunt" at 6:30 p.m. Thursday night, meet you! [video]

Rong Yuheng, "..."

At this time, even Zhou Shubai and Zou Yi came to watch, "Wow, you actually alarmed Kuang Zhao, you know he is the king of the entertainment industry, it can be regarded as an alternative top traffic."

Rong Yuheng thoughtfully, "You mean he is eating my melon?"

The three choked at the same time.

Pu Zaixi slowed down, "No, I think he is helping you publicize. Just a few minutes later, your fans have increased by a few hundred."

Rong Yuheng nodded, and exclaimed, "Have foresight."

Three people, "..."

The topic of a dormitory was opened with passion and ended in apathy and plainness. But they did not know that Kuang Zhao's repost was not accidental.

Kuang Zhao on the other side posted a message to Wen Zezong after he posted it on Weibo.

[Kuang Zhao]: I have finished the transfer, please make it clear, what do you want me to do to forward this?

[Wen Zetong]: Help with publicity.

[Kuang Zhao]:? ? ?

Kuang Zhao is confused: When did Wen Zexuan start doing public relations? He didn't forward it, and asked him to help. No one had heard of Rong Yuheng.

Wen Zetong seemed to know his thoughts, so he said: I'm not reposting it.

No matter how much Kuang Zhao asked, he didn't explain anything.

Kuang Zhao couldn't, so he could only rub his hands to find melons by himself-this Rong Yuheng felt quite comfortable, and it happened that there was nothing wrong with him recently, but what a treasure he was going to come to Kangkang.

He could actually make Wen Zezheng hold it roundly.

…

Rong Yuheng didn't realize that he was being watched by King Gua. When he woke up from the lunch break, he ran for training diligently.

Shan Qi's own standards are high, and he has set high standards for the entire team. Rong Yuheng felt that this was good. Tired is a little bit tired, but he must also believe that God pays for his work.

Yu Fu in the team belongs to the rap creation category, and Shan Qi’s dances for them are difficult. After a period of time, Yu Fu will not be able to bear it.

"Brother Qi, I really can't, can you simplify my actions?"

Shan Qi frowned, "The dance effect of the entire team will be affected."

If Yu Fu wanted to say anything else, he heard Rong Yuheng solemnly say, "Men can't say no! Yu Fu, you can!"

Yu Fu choked, "..." No, he didn't say that this is not good.

As Rong Yuheng said, he put his hand among the few people to gather the soul, "Come on, we all come to cheer Yu Fu——"

Several hands were stacked on top of each other, Yu Fu was forced to join in, and followed Rong Yuheng to wave his arms up and down, "Yu Fu, you can!"

Everyone roared: "Yu Fu, you can!!!"

Rong Yuheng smiled lovingly: What a harmonious group.

Yu Fu gritted his teeth secretly and wiped his tears: Rong Yuheng, I really thank you!

After the team reached a great harmony of plastics, they entered rigorous training again.

Rong Yuheng's hip-hop is also a weak point. Fortunately, he is a bit basic, which is not very difficult.

Shan Qi walked around behind him, held his waist and said, "You can focus more on it, and I see if I can give you an air movement."

Rong Yuheng took a deep breath—a big breath!

"..." Shan Qi, "The center of gravity is not sucked up, you have to lift up, just like pulling a carrot."

Rong Yuheng's focus is very biased, "Then the top of my head is not green?"

Shan Qi laughed and changed his wording, "Then you recall the feeling of turning around with Teacher Wen's waist, just the feeling of flying."

Rong Yuheng salvaged the hint of inspiration from the depths of his memory, feeling a little floating, "Hurry up and lift me up."

Shan Qi pinched his waist to support him. However, it was okay to stay still. Rong Yuheng was about to churn in the air, so he heard Shan Qi "Eh" and he was put down again.

"It's a bit laborious, I'm afraid of falling you." Shan Qi shook his hand and looked up and down Rong Yuheng. "You look thin, but heavier than I thought."

Rong Yuheng shook his head and said shamelessly, "Here, the capacity is too big."

Shan Qi was amused and said helplessly, "Let's try a few more times. If it doesn't work, we don't want this action." He said and sighed again, "Ms. Wen's arm strength is really amazing. You can toss it with you."

Pu Zaixi on the side suddenly "brushed" and turned his head, condemning Shan Qi with a look of "you are dirty".

Rong Yuheng & Shan Qi, "?"

Pu Zaixi stared at them for two seconds, then sighed and took back his eyes.

When Rong Yuheng returned to the dormitory at night and fell on the bed to rest, Pu Zaixi said slightly, "Yuheng, are you still in contact with Teacher Wen?"

When I heard that the two were in private contact, Pu Zaixi's keen radar stood up. It's just that after such a long time, everyone didn't mention it again, and he gradually forgot.

Today, as soon as Shan Qi's inexplicable connotation was spoken, Pu Zaixi's dusty memory was awakened again, and he was a little unable to restrain his flaming gossip heart.

Rong Yuheng was watching the dance video, and he didn't care about this. "Sometimes I will contact you."

Pu Zaixi said "Oh".

When Zhou Shubai on the side saw this, he successfully reached the brainwaves of the former, and he was suddenly excited-it turned out that he was not the only one who felt that there was a problem with the atmosphere between Wen Zezhen and Rong Yuheng!

Zhou Shubai joined in and said unintentionally, "I feel like I haven't seen Teacher Wen recently."

Rong Yuheng was still studying the "request", and did not raise his head when he heard the words, "Ms. Wen shouldn't be here anymore, he has joined the group."

hiss……! Pu Zaixi and Zhou Shubai looked at each other, and their eyes revealed tacit understanding: truth, truth, and understanding!

The gossip between friends ended, and neither of them asked any more questions for the rest of the time.

But Rong Yuheng was reminded, and he recalled the sigh made by Shan Qi during the day: Teacher Wen's arm strength is really amazing.

Thinking about it, he sent a text message to Wen Zezong.

[Rong Yuheng]: I practiced dancing today. When Xiao Qi lifted me, he said that I was heavy. Didn't you feel it at the time?

It was already eleven o'clock, and there was no response from the message for half an hour. Rong Yuheng thought that Wen Zezheng had fallen asleep early and was about to wash up when he saw WeChat received a reply.

[Wen Zetong]: Just finished shooting, on the way back. Don't think you are heavy, don't lose weight.

[Rong Yuheng]: You have worked so hard [Sea Otter Hug.jpg] I should be a little heavy. Today, Brother Xiao Qi praised you, saying that your arm strength is really good, and you can toss with me.

Wen Zezheng spent a whole day shooting, tired, and now sleepy in the back seat of the rickety car. Qu Youhe in the front row looked at him in the rearview mirror and said,

"Brother Zeng, squint for a while, and I will call you when I get to the hotel."

Wen Zezheng was hesitating, and Rong Yuheng's reply arrived. He opened the dialog box, his sight instantly locked to the last sentence——

Your arms are really good, you can toss with me.

"...!"

Wen Zezong immediately became sober.

Not only was he awake, but his heart was pounding, and he felt excited.

Qu Youhe in the front row did not wait for Wen Zezhen to reply. He was about to see if he was asleep, when he saw the latter sitting vigorously, "Fuck! Brother Xing, why are you sitting upright? So what are you doing?"

Wen Zezhen shook his head with his mouth pursed, and only immersed himself in typing on the phone.

The man's nature was eager to move in his heart, as if he was about to open a gap for his dull desire for more than two decades, and the unstoppable chattering was about to rush outside.

[Wen Zezong]: Whether I have good physical strength, you can do whatever you want.

His face became hot after he sent it.

He had never said anything so boring.

After half a minute, the phone vibrated. Wen Zezheng calmed down for a while and opened WeChat solemnly. The dialog box was full of "sweet words" that Rong Yuheng used to be.

[Rong Yuheng]: I know, you are always strong.

The author has something to say: Wen Zezheng: I have to find a way to end this script quickly.