MTL - She Came To My Concert-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?

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

When he came to his senses and realized that he was out of mouth and wanted to laugh and go, someone already asked excitedly: "What white moonlight? Does Ling Chen have a white moonlight?"

At this point, with Ling Chen and Ling Xingyan as the center, the entire studio was extremely silent for three seconds, bursting out with gossiping curiosity.

No wonder everyone is curious.

The staff in this studio are all from the entertainment industry, and they have seen a lot of male stars who are beautiful on the surface and dirty in private.

On the other hand, Ling Chen has been in full swing these past few years, but he is like a gossip insulator, not even gossip.

And it doesn't necessarily have to be Liren. They have cooperated with Ling Chen several times, and they have been abroad for filming twice. After a long time of contact, let alone a girlfriend, they have not even met a ambiguous object.

Therefore, many people have privately speculated about Ling Chen's sexual orientation.

So at this moment, I suddenly heard Ling Chen's manager say that he has a goddess of white moonlight, who is not curious or excited.

The goddess of white moonlight who is a popular male star, this is more interesting than some frigid person.

The studio started to become noisy, and even the editor-in-chief who came to supervise the work came to Ling Chen and asked, "Really? I said there are so many sour love songs in your first album. Ouch, is it the age of first love, writing It’s really heartfelt.”

"What does it look like? Do you have a picture?"

Amidst the commotion, Ling Chen slowly opened his eyes, and looked at Ling Xingyan coolly.

The instigator scratched his chin guiltily, dodged his eyes, and said loudly: "What are you gossiping about! I just said it casually, work quickly, we are in a hurry!"

But everyone could hear his guilty conscience, and no one answered him at all.

Photographer Ah Heng twisted his 33-yard waist and walked in front of Ling Chen, leaned over and asked sourly: "Hey, how beautiful is the white moonlight that makes Ling Chen miss my family?"

Ling Chen just glanced at him coldly.

Everyone understood instantly, and no longer asked any more questions. In the entertainment industry, this kind of question is basically impossible to answer.

Although Ling Chen is following the route of a powerful singer, his girlfriend fans are not less than those popular male stars.

The photographer curled his lips, and naturally thought of this level, but found it extremely boring.

At this time, Ling Chen suddenly opened his mouth.

"It's called Bai Yueguang."

He said lightly, "How beautiful do you think?"

Zhu Wenshu suddenly sneezed twice.

Teacher Wang at the next desk turned around and joked, "Hey, Xiaozhu, someone is thinking about you."

"Come on."

Zhu Wenshu buried his head in looking for a tissue to wipe his nose, avoiding it, "I just want to live until Sister Zhong comes back from her maternity leave, don't think about me if you have nothing else to do."

Zhu Wenshu was the only new teacher in the entire language group office. Hearing this, they all showed a bewildered smile of "Look, I advised you to be careful not to take over the responsibility of the substitute head teacher, but you didn't listen".

"Where is it so serious, I have been a class teacher for decades, and I am still alive and well."

Teacher Wang opened the thermos cup and took a sip of hot tea. Suddenly remembered something, kicked his feet, slid the chair to Zhu Wenshu's side, and asked in a low voice, "By the way, Xiao Zhu, are you still in love?"

"what…"

Zhu Wenshu's movements stagnated, he covered his nose with a tissue, and his voice was weak, "What's wrong?"

"What's going on?" Mr. Wang got closer and closer, his eyes were shining, and a mole was looming on the corner of his mouth, "It shouldn't be, you don't need people to chase after you, right? Are you asking too much?"

"Yup."

Zhu Wenshu took out the red pen, opened the homework, and said while correcting, "I am a bit demanding."

Mr. Wang: "Tell me about it? My husband is from the First Hospital, and he has a lot of young doctors in his hands. There must be someone who meets your requirements."

Since graduating from bachelor's degree, Zhu Wenshu has met warm-hearted old men on average every month, and he handles them with ease, and he doesn't need to think through his words.

"You have to be 1.8 meters tall, you can't be too fat or too thin, you have to have chest muscles even if you don't have abdominal muscles, you have to look like a school grass, the age difference is not more than three years old, and your education must be at least the same as mine, a top985 undergraduate or master's degree , parents should also be intellectuals, working income is not required, but they must have a house and a car. Teacher Wang, do you see if there is a suitable one?"

Teacher Wong:"…"

She wanted to say that your requirements are a bit high, and the "school grass" alone can directly block the sieve.

But thinking about it carefully, these conditions correspond to Zhu Wenshu himself one by one, which doesn't seem to be too much.

No wonder being single.

"That's right, it's hard to find. Then, if there is a suitable one, I will definitely keep an eye out for you."

"Trouble, Mr. Wang."

After dealing with the enthusiastic old man, the bell just rang for the end of get out of class.

Zhu Wenshu remembered that he was almost late this morning and didn't have time to eat breakfast, so he put down his pen and walked to the school canteen to buy some milk and bread pads for his stomach.

Just two steps away from the office, Zhu Wenshu heard someone calling her.

Turning around, Zhu Qisen followed him out of the office with long legs and stretched out his arms to show off his muscles.

"I'm 185, with chest and abdominal muscles. You know what I look like. I used to be called a school girl. I'm the same age as you and go to the same school. My parents are both doctors. My salary is not too high but I have a house and a car. , how about it, when do we go to get the certificate?"

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

If she hadn't thought about being a teacher, she would definitely kick her up.

"It's the weekend." Zhu Wenshu waved him out of the way, "I usually have classes, so I'm not too busy to come."

Zhu Qisen hurriedly followed Zhu Wenshu downstairs.

"The Civil Affairs Bureau doesn't work on weekends. How about this? I'm strong enough to move the Civil Affairs Bureau here in the afternoon."

Zhu Wenshu: "Has the goddess caught up? Mr. Zhu Qisen, you will be 26 next year, but hurry up, men will go downhill after 25."

"..."

Mentioning this, Zhu Qisen began to pluck his hair which was not thick in the first place irritably.

"Isn't this asking you to find a way? A few days ago, Xue'er told me that if I took her to Ling Chen's concert, she would agree to be with me. I thought about how big this is, and immediately agreed. Who knows that when I go home and check it, I can’t buy it at all, okay, tickets are sold out in a second, is this appropriate? I want to say buy scalper tickets, I don’t understand, I’m afraid of being cheated, and I think those second-hand dealers sell them It's seven or eight thousand, why don't you go grab the money?"

Hearing the word "Lingchen" from Zhu Qisen's mouth, Zhu Wenshu didn't have any special thoughts.

She and Zhu Qisen are college alumni, they met by chance, I don't know if it was because of the same surname, but the two hit it off very well, and later both joined Jiangcheng Experimental Primary School to work, and they have been friends for seven or eight years.

Last year, Zhu Qisen fell in love with a music teacher in the middle school next door, and tried his best to catch up, but kept talking to Zhu Wenshu about how much that music teacher liked Ling Chen and what Ling Chen was. There is only one person in heaven and earth.

Zhu Wen Shuxin said that this is not nonsense, there are no two identical leaves in the world, if you can find a second Ling Chen, it will be fine.

However, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Zhu Wenshu never told Zhu Qisen about his relationship with Ling Chen.

"Then what's the use of you looking for me?"

Zhu Wenshu said, "You can't get tickets with your hand speed, how can my hand speed be faster than yours?"

Zhu Qisen: "You are a teacher, why are you talking so dirty?"

Zhu Wenshu: "?"

Zhu Qisen: "What's the speed of the hands?"

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

She squinted her eyes to look at the sky, and sighed deeply, "Will you not be able to catch up with anyone who is shameless in front of the music teacher but half in front of me?"

"Hey, let's talk about business."

Zhu Qisen said, "Didn't you say that your roommate is a star-chasing girl? Please help me to ask if there is any way to buy tickets. I heard there is a machine or something, or is there any other way?"

"Let me go back and ask for you."

"Don't look back."

While talking, the two had already reached the canteen. Zhu Qisen opened the freezer and took out a bottle of Nutrition Express and handed it to Zhu Wenshu, "You can ask now, it's okay anyway."

Zhu Wenshu took the drink, walked to the shelf, and lowered his head to choose bread.

"Why are you so anxious, my roommate hasn't gotten up yet."

"Okay, just don't forget, I'm going to class."

After Zhu Qisen left, Zhu Wenshu walked back to the office slowly, thinking about Zhu Qisen all the time.

Although he seems unreliable, he is serious about this music teacher. As a friend, if Zhu Wenshu can help, he will naturally do his best.

It's just that instead of beating around the bush and asking the roommate, it's better to ask the deity directly.

Probably no one knows his own concert tickets better than Ling Chen.

Thinking of this, Zhu Wenshu took out his mobile phone and found Lingchen's WeChat.

Opening the chat box, Zhu Wenshu suddenly choked.

She even forgot to reply Ling Chen's message.

Moreover, their chat still remained in an unfriendly atmosphere.

"Ugh…"

Zhu Wenshu sighed heavily.

Did she just say too much?

After a moment of hesitation, type.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Sorry, I said a little too much.

[Zhu Wenshu]: It is understandable that you are also a first-time father with little experience.

After sending it, she continued to type: But I still hope that in the future you can-

[c]: It’s okay, Mr. Zhu is also the first time to be a teacher, so I don’t have much experience, it’s understandable.

[Zhu Wenshu]:...

The two were silent for a long time for no reason.

[c]: Teacher Zhu, is there anything else?

[c]: Is it okay, can I go to work?

Zhu Wenshu suddenly came back to his senses, and only then remembered the business of looking for him.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Oh! some!

[c]:?

[Zhu Wenshu]: I just want to ask, besides the official platform, do you have other channels to buy concert tickets?

[c]: Just this matter?

[Zhu Wenshu]: Hmm.

[c]: When did Teacher Zhu learn to beat around the bush?

[Zhu Wenshu]:?

[c]: Our old classmates, can we still charge you tickets?

[Zhu Wenshu]: No, you misunderstood, I asked for a friend.

[c]: Your friend doesn't know the last name Zhu, does he?

[Zhu Wen Shu]: ...