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After the guests broadcast positive energy one by one, the whole program will be recorded.

At the backstage, they have to change their wet clothes first.

There is a dressing room for men and women. Rong Yuheng took off the show crew's clothes, changed back to his own, and touched his mobile phone with his hand in his pocket.

When I opened it, I saw Xu Sun's message and two missed calls from his grandson.

Rong Yuheng paused with his finger, then clicked on WeChat—except for the routine group of giants and "STAR-T", the rest of the dialog boxes were silent.

"Rong Bao, pull the zipper up, it will be cold when I go out later." Su Yuyin called him, only to find that this person was wandering again, "...Little Rongrong? Little treasure? Little scallop?"

Rong Yuheng was called three times, and then he slowly turned his head back, drawing again in front of Su Yuyin, "Huh...?"

Su Yuyin was speechless, "Why do you look like a little dementia?"

"It's okay." Rong Yuheng put the phone away and closed the zipper.

It's strange, why didn't his warm feeder send a message to him?

The recording of the show lasted for a few hours, and since he reported to him in the morning that he was going to record "Treasure Hunt", Wen Zexang has never replied.

…Rong Yuheng's zippered hand suddenly stopped, and then he couldn't believe it, and he opened a small mouth—I shouldn't have fallen out of favor! ?

If pets fall out of favor, they won't really become domestic animals!

At this time, Rong Yuheng still didn't know. After receiving the news, his warm feeder was busy sneaking into the game, and tried to make coincidences and surprises. After the incident, he fell into a person's excitement and forgot to get his news back.

Rong Yuheng walked out of the locker room with a complicated mood, and saw Yang Wen waiting at the door.

Yang Wen's expression was serious, and when he saw Rong Yuheng he beckoned, "Come on, Xiao Rong."

Su Yuyin and Ji Yan consciously left when they saw this. Rong Yuheng followed Yang Wen into his lounge. The latter poured a cup of hot water and handed it over, "Sit down, keep your hands warm."

"Thank you, Director Yang."

Yang Wen sat on the sofa next to Rong Yuheng, frowned for a moment, and suddenly apologized, "Sorry, we did miss the selection."

Rong Yuheng knew that he was talking about Liu Wanjing.

"It's okay, I don't know why he targeted me."

Yang Wen asked him, "Think about your opponents and have you ever made any ties?"

Rong Yuheng broke off his paws and started counting...

Yang Wen saw that he didn't have enough hands after counting a round, and almost choked up: Why are there so many!

Rong Yuheng counted it down to no avail, and could only ask, "Which company does Liu Wanjing belong to?"

"SH Keshi Entertainment."

Rong Yuheng shook his head, still unable to figure it out.

Yang Wen added, "The boss behind is Maixiang Yogurt."

Rong Yuheng let out an "um". He intends to go back and let Ming Xian Good Sun investigate the origin of this, if there is really a problem, then it will have to be wronged and indebted.

Yang Wen didn't dare to offend Rong Yuheng at all. Sometimes he panicked when he was idle, and couldn't help but guess what Rong Yuheng was doing in the entertainment industry for such a big golden Buddha?

"We will replace Liu Wanjing. Don't worry. You are the permanent resident of this show. You don't have him." Yang Wen relieved Rong Yuheng, and sighed again, "He is really unable to support the wall. Yes, he was originally a second- and third-line player. He was invited to come here because of his good command and low remuneration. As a result, he was secretly revealed... Xiao Rong, you are your own, so I will give you the bottom line. "

Rong Yuheng sipped his tea and listened carefully, "Director Yang, you said."

Yang Wen said, "At first, I thought, our show is new. It's hard to say whether it can be explosive. Teacher Su is a good friend of mine. I came to help this because of my face. Later you joined and I didn't expect the response to be particularly good. I I think this show should be a top ten variety show."

Yang Wen said that he leaned closer to Rong Yuheng, "But now I am confident that I can make the top five. Do you know why?"

"..." Rong Yuheng discovered that Yang Wen was also a talkative, and he didn't focus on it for a long time. He patiently asked for advice humbly, "Why is this?"

Yang Wen's eyes were filled with uncontrollable excitement, "I just received the news that Teacher Wen Zezheng is coming to our variety show!"

"Puff!" Rong Yuheng squirted out his tea.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and turned around in time, only to not spray Yang Wen's face.

He patted his chest violently, coughing earth-shakingly, "Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough...!"

Yang Wen was quite proud, "How about it, surprise?"

Rong Yuheng almost had to carry his breath away, "Cough cough cough... startled, cough cough cough!!"

It's hard to say, surprise is really surprise.

Rong Yuheng took another two sips of tea, and barely managed to slow down. Then he poked his head and asked in detail, "Ms. Wen is coming? Why, is he still a regular guest?"

"His agent said that if you can't stay here, you can just come to one issue. What can't you do here? I wish he would come every issue." Yang Wen slapped his thigh, "If Teacher Wen can adjust the schedule, he will definitely He has to be permanent!"

Rong Yuheng lowered his eyes while biting the rim of the teacup, and said angrily, "Oh...I have never heard of this."

Generally speaking, close friends want to be on the same show, and they will talk more or less. What's more, the relationship between the owner and the hamster should be closer-just like Wen Zezong said "my hamster", there is always a sense of exclusiveness in it.

Hamster Rong held his front teeth and knocked the cup with a grievance... He really fell out of favor!

Yang Wen didn't know his thoughts, so he said, "Then I told you this? Now there are three permanent residents, Teacher Su, Teacher Wen, and you! Alas, can my show not burst? Don't worry. , After you record the show, the number of fans will definitely increase!"

Rong Yuheng nodded slightly.

Increase it, increase it, and increase his value. He feels that the owner is almost looking down on him.

…

After returning to the dormitory from the program group, Rong Yuheng collapsed back on the bed.

There is no need to record albums for the time being these days, and STAR-T’s friends all took over their work.

Huang Jianing still asked in the group, "I'll be back at 7 o'clock in the evening, does anyone want to bring something?"

Rong Yuheng thought about it, and then replied, "Low-gluten flour, glutinous rice flour, butter, light cream."

Huang Jianing gently deducted the question mark, "Are you going to change careers?"

Rong Yuheng, "I am about to degenerate the species." From pets to domestic animals.

Huang Jianing didn't know how to be fierce, but he kindly chose to obey.

Only Huang Jianing and Bian Chen came back in the evening. Shan Qi and Zou Yi have always taken a lot of work, and they are still shooting outside; Tang Ji is also a type of muffled doing big things, and the level of diligence is close to that of Shan Qi, often leaving early and returning late.

Huang Jianing put the ingredients in the kitchen, and Rong Yuheng sneaked in and prepared to make desserts.

Whisk the eggs, add the sugar and pour the milk. Rong Yuheng was stirring, and Huang Jianing came over, "What are you doing?"

He didn't look up, "Millennium."

"Oh, do you still do this?" Huang Jianing heard him say "Thousand Layers", a faint sense of subtlety emerged in his heart, as if he had overlooked some cryptic connection.

Rong Yuheng said, “When I was studying abroad, my school’s cooking class was taught as pastry.”

Huang Jianing's attention was instantly shifted!

"Study abroad? West Point??" He stared, "Fuck, isn't it? Your house...no, that..."

Rong Yuheng was helpless, "I said it a long time ago, there is nothing wrong with my family."

"Fucking, fucking, fucking!" Huang Jianing continued the grass several times, shocked and curious, "Really? Where did you study abroad? Why did people say that your home is not good before?"

"Country Y, I came back when I was a junior, and I went straight to participate in the draft." Rong Yuheng's subordinates kept shaking Huang Jianing's crisp heart in a plain tone, "I don't know how everyone's brains make up... If you go back to the source, it's Teacher Song's naive pot."

Huang Jianing had watched the video of the audition, and when he heard that he fell into silence for half a minute, "...When I watched it before, I was completely misled and never doubted it. Now listening to you, it seems that You have never said that your family situation is not good."

Rong Yuheng had already stirred the custard and began to sift the powder. The white dust fell on his face, making him look like a snack to be eaten.

Rong Yuheng opened his mouth and blew the powder on the tip of his nose, "Human prejudices are like mountains, and a fool can't move it."

"..." Huang Jianing didn't know what to say for a while.

He is still in a strong aftershock.

I went to study in country Y and also learned West Point, and Rong Yuheng's expression didn't look like a pheasant university. Huang Jianing watched the former skillfully melt the butter and mix it into the batter, and the warm light from the kitchen hit Rong Yuheng's quiet side face. When he was not speaking, his temperament was really warm as jade.

After a short silence, Bian Chen suddenly entered the kitchen, and calmly Yuheng stretched his head behind his back, "What are you doing?"

Rong Yuheng felt that the pierced ears were filled with heat, and he couldn't help but turn his head a little bit. "Don't blow my earwax into the batter. I did it to give it away."

Bian Chen, "..." He found that Rong Yuheng was talking to him more and more vulgar.

Huang Jianing was shocked again, "I thought you made it for yourself!"

Rong Yuheng said, "I will order the takeaway when I eat it myself, and the gift will have to be done by myself to be sincere."

Bian Chen prodded him, "What about you, what did you do?"

Rong Yuheng said, "Millennium."

Bian Chen frowned, "Thousand-layers..." He raised his eyelids to look at Rong Yuheng's profile, only to see that the latter had his eyelashes down and looked rare and serious. "Ms. Wen's fan group is not just called'Thousand-layers. '?"

Rong Yuheng turned his head for a moment, looking surprised, "Really?"

This time it was Bian Chen's turn to be forced, "Don't you know?"

He just suddenly thought of Wen Zezhen x Rong Yuheng's CP that once appeared in the topic of "Ace of Stars", and then asked tentatively.

…Is it because I think too much?

Rong Yuheng said, "I pay very little attention to these."

"Ok."

Both Bian Chen and Huang Jianing knew where the boundaries of being friends were. Seeing that Rong Yuheng didn't say who it was for, they stopped questioning them, and went upstairs to rest after eating something.

The trouble with making Melaleuca is that it requires a lot of noodles, and then layer by layer with cream and mango chunks, overlapped, and Rong Yuheng has been able to do it after 11 o’clock in the evening, and the teammates are back. The formed thousand layers are ready to be frozen in the refrigerator.

He sent a message to Wen Zezong.

[Rong Yuheng]: I made desserts for you. Don’t leave them for too long. I will bring them to you when I have time.

He originally typed "the owner" at the beginning, but he felt a little awkward and deleted it again.

After sending the message, Rong Yuheng went upstairs to wash, and when he came out did he see a missed call with three links Wen Zezheng, and there was a message in the WeChat dialog box.

[Wen Zezong]: My little hamster also knows to feed back his owner, so good. Are you free tomorrow, I'll pick you up?

Rong Yuheng was bright in a moment, and the little awkwardness in his heart was instantly wiped out-he is still very popular!

[Rong Yuheng]: Come and catch me when you are free!

[Wen Zezong]: Call me when I wake up.

[Rong Yuheng]: Then I’m asleep, good night to the owner~[Sea Otter Squinting.jpg]

[Wen Zezhen]: Good night, cub [Sea Otter squinting.jpg]

…

Wen Zezhen hung up the phone and immediately sent a big red envelope to Qu Youhe.

[Qu Youhe]:? ?

[Wen Zezhen]: Can I change the time for the single interview tomorrow?

Qu Youhe's eyes widened-it was almost twelve o'clock! It's tomorrow soon, you tell me this? ? Still "what", what cute brother do you sell!

[Qu Youhe]: Are you busy?

[Wen Zezong]: Well, I have something to do, I can’t go away, I can get zero pay.

I go! Qu Youhe felt that his blood pressure was about to rise. For interviews of this kind, the little star has to pay money for doing it, but Wen Zezheng has to be paid for doing it.

Wen Zezheng also wrapped himself a big red envelope of two thousand yuan, and he didn't know what was important tomorrow.

Qu Youhe made a call.

When the phone was connected, Wen Zezhen on the other end said "Hello?", his voice still panting.

Qu Youhe was silent for a second, "Brother Yu, what are you doing?"

Wen Zezong's voice revealed the excitement after restraint, "I'm punching!"

"..."

Wen Zezhen felt that he was about to explode with excitement. His little hamster really made a sweet treat for him, and he also offered to come to him!

With nowhere to vent his energy, he started punching in the room.

Qu Youhe has now adapted to Wen Zezong’s occasional episodes, and can even adjust his mentality to make a joke.

"I said there is something important, the feeling is going to kill the bandits tomorrow, right? Boxing, Wing Chun or Tai Chi?"

Wen Zetong put down his mobile phone and turned on the loudspeaker, as always, with a sense of ritual.

He gained momentum, his sturdy forearm had smooth and beautiful lines, but his tone was a little rippling, Qu Youhe could hear the secret smugness in it through the earpiece:

"I play military physical boxing to keep fit!"

The author has something to say: Wen Zezheng: I heard that everyone misses me very much (boxing.gif)