Fancy Confession
Song Yan cooperatively signed another one on the back of the girl's dress, and finally joined the two of them.
"Can I post the photos on Weibo?" the girl asked.
Song Yan thought for a while: "Can you hide the name of the school? Just say you met on the street-one-I don't want to cause trouble to my friends."
"Okay, okay!" The two girls promised, and secretly After looking at Xia Lin a few times, he reluctantly left.
After the two girls walked away, Song Yan sat down next to Xia Lin, seemingly tired at last.
Xia Lin said: "What happened just now, don't you intend to explain it?"
Song Yan hurriedly said: "Don't get me wrong, I don't know them, but they know me!"
Xia Lin thought to myself what I could misunderstand, and I don't know what the situation is. .
"I think they are looking for you to sign and take a group photo. Are you famous?"
"Uh, this..." Song Yan looked a little embarrassed, "You said you don't laugh at me."
"You said.
" In fact, itâs nothing, just sing when Iâm bored, record the po on the Internet, and then I have some fans..."
Xia Lin thought, Song Yan sang really well, and itâs not surprising that fans like his voice, but...
"Recorded songs and brought photos?"
"No, someone said that I had a good voice and asked me to record radio dramas. I picked up a few dramas and more and more fans. Then someone organized a fan meeting. Many fans came to me. Take a group photo and post the photo to the Internet, so my photo spread..."
Xia Lin curiously asked: "What radio drama did you record that made them so fascinated by you, and even organized a fan meeting for you?"
Song Yan was a little embarrassed: "Just what, Danmei radio drama, you may not be interested..."
Xia Lin suddenly looked embarrassed.
In his previous life, he knew that there was such a circle, and he had also listened to a few dramas under the recommendation of friends. Some of them were quite large, but there were also some of them with good reputation. He also recommended Song Yan to listen to them. It was just that Song Yan had an expression of lack of interest at the time, and he stopped mentioning it after recommending it twice.
Unexpectedly, in this life Song Yan would voluntarily join the ranks of the drama, and became a well-known CV. It seems that once Song Yan, who has no love and nourishment, becomes empty and lonely, he will easily go to the Internet to be a demon.
Xia Lin had a rare curiosity: "What is your ID for the show? I will search it when I look back."
Song Yan didn't expect Xia Lin would be interested. He was happy and embarrassed in his heart, and whispered: "I The ID is...Song Lin Fengyue."
"Song what?"
"Song Lin Fengyue." Song Yan's voice became smaller and smaller, "Xia Lin's Lin."
Xia Lin didn't know what expression to give, Song Yan these two days The sudden fancy confession made him a little unbearable.
Then Xia Lin directly searched Song Linfengyue's Weibo with her mobile phone.
Before he finished spelling the four words, Song Yan suddenly remembered something, and quickly pressed Xia Lin's hand and said: "Don't don't don't look!"
"Why?"
"Anyway, don't read it!" Song Yan was anxious. It's red.
Xia Lin thought his reaction was suspicious, and squinted his eyes and asked, "Why can't you look at it? Did you do something to apologize to me?"
"No, no, no, anyway. Let me delete some first."
"Are you sure What shameful things have you done." Xia Lin avoided Song Yan's hand and continued to enter the ID.
"Oh, let me take it--!" Song Yan didn't dare to rob him, so he could only take out his mobile phone, planning to delete as many as he could.
"Don't delete it, I have already opened it." Xia Lin shook his phone towards him, "If you dare to delete one, I won't invite you to dinner at noon."
Song Yan's eyes lit up: "Do you care about the food at noon? What about the night?"
"Don't have to be an inch!"
Song Yan said aggrieved: "I have already decided to take a day trip to B University. I have nowhere to eat regardless of the meal at night. Go."
Xia Lin didn't bother to talk to him anymore, lowered his head and started to focus on Weibo.
"Emma is ashamed of p|ay." Song Yan didn't dare to look at Xia Lin's expression again, and hung himself on the back of the chair like a sloth, with a look of lovelessness.