Employers are also canary pissed off today

Chapter 43 Like it.

Xu Ziyou's voice reached his ears at the right time:

"Sure enough, only a freshman dares to confess to Ji Baicen. After all, those at the same level or at a higher level all know that my male god will never show mercy, and will never save face for those who confess."

"Before, I thought he was too lacking in EQ. Now that I think about it, if you don't like someone, don't you have to say it clearly?"

"Besides, those people first confessed in public, wanting to use the crowd to create momentum, regardless of whether they are embarrassed or willing to confess, it seems that there is nothing wrong with his approach."

Just as he was talking, Li Minyu, who arrived late, sat beside the two of them with a plate, and glanced at the photo:

"I know this freshman. Xia Lu, the freshman representative, is the first major in dance class, and his family seems to be quite rich. When he first started school, a driver took him to class every day."

Xu Ziyou made a "tsk" sound:

"Don't say it, these two people are a good match in every way."

"And Ji Baicen may also be interested in him."

Jiang Xiannian frowned slightly: "Why do you say that?"

Xu Ziyou immediately explained to him excitedly: "Xiannian, you don't know, when Ji Baicen was a freshman, he often went to the confession wall and was confessed. At first he seemed lazy, but someone directly He went to the studio of the Academy of Fine Arts, and he beat up the man, and posted a photo of the man's bruised nose and swollen face on the confession wall, and said one word 'scroll'."

"Those who don't know the inside story think that Ji Baicen has a bad temper. Of course, I, who is always jumping up and down in the melon fields, know the whole story. That gay blocked Ji Baicen at the door and tried to follow him."

"It's also thanks to the fact that my male god is a young man who can do it as soon as he says it. If it's a girl, how scared would it be?"

"Anyway, since then, no one dared to confess to him."

"Xia Lu hung up the photos of the two of them together. If Ji Baicen can bear this, judging from his temper and usual style, he should have a good impression of Xia Lu."

Do you have a crush on Xia Lu?

Jiang Xiannian's eyes flickered slightly, and the hand holding the chopsticks lost strength slightly.

Until the evening, Ji Baicen did not respond to the confession of love in the confession wall. A crowd of melon eaters gathered in the comment area, and more and more comments with the same thoughts as Xu Ziyou.

1L: "Damn it, Ji Baicen didn't come out to scold him?"

2L: "It seems that the treatment after the confession is also divided into double standards. The previous confessions were not because they were high-profile, but because they didn't grow in Ji Baicen's aesthetic point at all. These two people may become successful."

3L: "It's good to be real, good-looking and realistic cp, I can!"

Jiang Xiannian looked at Ji Baicen's profile picture on the phone, feeling somewhat indescribable.

It was as if there was a hand gently holding the heart, squeezing it lightly and slowly, implicating dense sourness, and carrying some infinitely fermented wetness.

Jiang Xiannian frowned, raised his hand and gently pressed on his chest.

Mingming and Ji Baicen are just a nurturing relationship of money and goods, why are they so uncomfortable?

At this time, a member of the Outdoor Practice Club sent him a message.

[Du Xiao: Xiannian, have you looked at the confession wall? 】

【Jiang Xiannian: Yes】

【Du Xiao: Is that so/scratching head.jpg】

Perhaps because he misunderstood the relationship between the two, Du Xiao comforted him both in and out of words.

[Du Xiao: Don't look at those people talking nonsense, what do they match for? If they saw your photo, they would definitely not say that.]

[Du Xiao: It's true, why Ji Baicen wants to be with Xia Lu, what a fart, Ji Baicen may not have seen this post at all, and it's not like everyone is so idle, staring at Qiu Qiu's confession wall every day]

[Du Xiao: Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that Ji Baicen likes you so much, and you like Ji Baicen so much, don't worry, he will never talk to Xia Lu! 】

The word "like" is like the key to unlock some kind of treasure. Once it is spoken, it has the power to destroy the dead and cleanse the confusion of unknown reasons.

Jiang Xiannian's pupils shrank, and there was a clear crack in his shallow expression.

"Hi... like it?"

Jiang Xiannian tilted his head slightly, with some uncertain doubts, but also happily and cautiously, murmured in a low voice:

"Like Ji Baicen?"

Along with Ji Baicen's name being called out, there are also tiny silhouettes hidden deep in memory.

Ji Baicen who rubbed his hair and said that he would cover him; Ji Baicen who sat in front of the easel with a concentrated expression; Ji Baicen who leaned over and kissed him...

Even the unfriendly first meeting, Ji Baicen who walked towards him stepping on the sun.

The heart beat faster and faster, Jiang Xiannian opened his lips.

After a while, he raised his hand to cover his eyes.

It turned out that I really liked it.

Ji Baicen taught him to do what he likes, to reject when he doesn't like it, and to fight back when he is bullied, so that he can feel the spring breeze and the rising sun in the world.

However, he has despicable thoughts about the favored employer and wants to take the person as his own.

Jiang Xiannian lowered his head and buried his face in his hands.

After more than an hour, he patted his numb face and returned to his residence facing the evening wind and the lit street lights.

Ji Baicen, who hadn't seen anyone for several days, came back earlier than him today. He was sitting on the sofa in the living room flipping through the papers in his hands when he heard the door open and looked up:

"so late?"

It seemed that something happy happened, and the voice was brisk.

Not knowing how to face Ji Baicen, and afraid of revealing his despicable thoughts, Jiang Xiannian could only escape, lowering his eyes and saying:

"Ah."

"There is a lot of traffic at the off-duty point, and the bus runs very slowly."

After speaking, he took the ingredients bought on the road and entered the kitchen without looking up.

Ji Baicen froze for a moment, turned his hand holding the planning case at an angle, touched his nose, and put it down as if nothing had happened.

He took the handle that was thrown aside and turned on the console, pretending to be playing a game, and looked into the kitchen from time to time.

Finally, half an hour later, a pleasant smell of food wafted from the kitchen. Ji Baicen walked over slowly, served the two of them with ease, took two pairs of chopsticks, waited for Jiang Xiannian to clean his hands and sat down, and put a kraft paper Handed him the file package.

Jiang Xiannian looked at him puzzled.

Ji Baicen cleared his throat, and his eyes fell on Jiang Xiannian's face for a moment: "Open it and have a look."

Jiang Xiannian nodded, untied the strings wrapped around the document bag, and saw an artist training agreement inside.

Party B has the right to require Party A to provide it with all high-quality resources.

Party B has the right to refuse any film and television resources or business activities that it does not like.

Just looking at the first two items, he knew that Ji Baicen had offered favorable terms that other brokerage companies would never offer.

"Thank you brother."

Smiling slightly, Jiang Xiannian wrote his name on the signature column, then lowered his eyelids, restraining his eyes from falling on Ji Baicen.

Seeing that Jiang Xiannian didn't look good at himself, Ji Baicen gritted his molars, feeling sore and bitter for a while.

He went to class with his uncle for a week, studied several professional books by himself in private, and finally came up with this tailor-made acting route plan for Jiang Xiannian.

Originally wanted to show off in front of Jiang Xiannian by acting like a light weight, but who knew that Jiang Xiannian not only didn't praise him, but also ignored him indifferently!

With a "ding", the screen of the mobile phone placed by the table lit up.

【Mu Luo: Hey, you're on the confession wall again/picture】

Ji Baicen was furious, so he immediately clicked on the confession account and replied in the comment area:

"Student, are you sick?"