Rebirth of the National Male God

"Sihuang, your phone is ringing."

Yu Ling placed the milk tea on the table in front of Si Huang, and looked at the vibrating phone beside her.

"Eat first." Si Huang smiled and picked up the milk tea.

At noon, I ate sandwiches and fruit salads produced in the cafeteria of Huaxing Art School, as well as small cakes and biscuits provided by the cafeteria auntie.

Si Huang was eating when Feaine walked in from the outside, and when he opened the door, he could hear cluttered screams, which disappeared when the door closed.

Yuen put the several handbags in his hands on the sofa, sweating a little on his forehead, "Don't you say that the girls in art school are more gentle?" They all said that they would not accept gifts, and they even put them in one by one, no If you help, just take off your clothes. What about the reserved girls? How about cute and cute?

"Brother, drink water." Yu Ling smiled and handed him a cup of milk tea.

Yuxi shook her head, "Give me mineral water." Then she looked at Si Huang before he spoke.

Yuling changed him a glass of water, noticed his expression, and asked with her eyes: What happened?

Feather didn't speak.

Si Huang had just finished eating, and Yu Xi and Yu Ling also put down their chopsticks.

"Sihuang, do you have access to the Internet?" Yuxi asked.

"Huh? Yes."

As soon as Yuen saw her calm expression, she knew that she must have known, without detour, "Now there is a turmoil in Huaxing Art School."

"It's none of our business." Si Huang wiped the corners of his mouth, then picked up the phone that rang again, cast a glance at the Yuxi brothers and sisters, and answered the phone.

After the phone was connected, there was no immediate conversation there, only heavy breathing, like a crater about to erupt.

"Is something wrong?" Si Huang asked proactively.

"Did you do what happened to Si Hua?" It was so sharp that there was no room for relaxation.

With a "ha", Si Huang laughed happily, "I saw it, he had a good time yesterday."

"I asked if you did it!"

"No." Si Huang leaned lazily on the back of the sofa, and even his eyes were stained with a smile.

"Don't try to lie to me! If you did it, I'll know when I ask Si Hua!"

"Why do you still ask me if you believe him or not?" Si Huang was not angry, "Today's photo is not Si Hua, but me."

"Sihuang, I have already said that no matter what resentment you have in your heart, I am your father, you must listen to me! If you come back obediently today, I will forgive you this time! If you are still so stubborn, I'll let you know that you can't do anything by yourself! No kid can handle his own father! Do you understand?"

"I understand." The smile on the corner of Si Huang's mouth was even brighter, "It's just Si Zhihan, don't underestimate me, I also have your blood."

It hurts to hang up the phone.

On Fenghua Entertainment's side, Si Zhihan frowned and looked at the recording on the phone. Useless! Si Huang denied it, without revealing his tone at all!

In Huaxing Art School, Sihuang stood up and asked Yuxi, "What's your work in the afternoon?"

Yuen replied, "Take a photo of your life."

"Let's go." Si Huang was halfway through, then stopped and said to the two of them, "If someone asks about Si Hua, you should keep silent."

The two siblings nodded.

"Brother, Si Huang seems to be in a good mood." Yu Ling whispered.

Yuen: "I can tell." After a pause, "I always feel that something big is about to happen."

Huaxing Art School has a lot of shooting scenes. The third floor of the No. 1 teaching building is a variety of indoor scenes for art school students to learn and train their acting skills.

In a house with two bedrooms and one living room furnished in a modern minimalist style, Yang Bi first checked the positions of the staff and waited for Si Huang to appear after confirming that there was no problem.

The door of the temporary dressing room opened, and Si Huang, who had changed into RB's home clothes, came out.

Everyone turned to look.

The off-white pure cotton long-sleeved shirt is still the fresh and extravagant style of RB this year. It looks clean and simple at first glance. In fact, there are subtle silver embroidery on the clothes, which wins from details. Below is a pair of light gray loose trousers, dragged slightly to the trousers, with light blue and white overlapping plaid slippers underfoot.

She walked out slowly, as if she was really in her own home, her hair was a little fluffy and messy, which made her whole person feel lazy and soft.

"Have you ever made an endorsement before?" Yang Bixian nodded with satisfaction and asked softly.

Sihuang said: "No, but I have read the information."

Yang Bixian: "Take out your previous self-confidence, treat this place as your own home, and do whatever you need to do. The photographer will capture it yourself. If you need to do anything in the middle, just follow the photographer's teaching."

Sihuang nodded, indicating that he was fine.

Yang Bixian: "Let's start."

When the lights were turned on and the camera was on target, everyone found that Si Huang's aura had changed again.

The yuppie bully who was wanton in basketball in the morning turned into a lazy and elegant home-warming man.

She seemed to have just woken up, her footsteps were slow and leisurely, she casually rubbed her hair with her hands, half-squinted her eyes and a hazy light of water dangling inside, she glanced lazily at the photographer who took the picture in a daze. A capture frame. After a while, the person in the camera has walked towards the open kitchen.

She took the coffee beans from the glass cabinet, the well-organized freshly brewed coffee, her beautiful fingers and the coffee machine set off each other, and she leaned halfway down the cabinet, her lazy, bright red lips outlined a shallow smile, He lowered his eyes and stared at the work in his hands.

A special atmosphere called serenity lingers around her. As long as she looks at her, even the flow of time seems to slow down, she feels happy and relaxed, and feels that every morning is very wonderful.

Freshly ground coffee should be a tedious process, but it was pleasing to the eyes when Sihuang made it. No one wanted to urge her, but instead seriously experienced the tranquility she created at this moment.

She personally picked out a pure white porcelain cup, washed it and wiped it clean before filling it half full, and walked to the living room with one hand.

At this time, she seemed to be more awake, but she still showed a relaxed and casual feeling at home. She picked up a magazine on the coffee table, took off her slippers and sat cross-legged on the sofa, put the magazine on her lap, and looked down. When the temperature of the coffee in her hand cooled down, she turned her eyes slightly and took a sip from the edge of the cup.