The plane landed and the sun was just right in City B.

Countless fans gathered at the airport, and a large number of reporters were squatting in the crowd with long guns and short guns. Passing passengers dragged their luggage by, unable to stop looking back, wanting to see which sacred arrival caused such a big commotion.

In the suffocating expectation, a bright orange hair finally turned out of the passage.

This is a... a young man between a teenager and a young man, fair and tall, wearing a loose and leisurely summer outfit, his body is very thin, but his exposed arms are bulging with clear muscle lines.

He armed himself very thoughtfully, wearing sunglasses and adding a mask. His face was only as big as a slap. With such a cover, he could not see anything in his facial features except his ears.

However, no one dared to underestimate his charm.

The moment he appeared lazy in his first-class slippers, he did not hesitate at all, and a uniform scream broke out at the scene.

"Musong!!! Ah!!! Musong!!!"

"Songsong!!!"

“liberty!!!”

"I love you ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The security guard and assistant came forward instantly to try to sort out the order, but there were too many fans coming to pick up the plane and were too enthusiastic. Their hard shouting did not work at all, but instead attracted more reporters to lift the microphone into the passage.

"Mu Song! What's your mood now about the new album of Liberty's band winning the XX Music Festival!"

"Liberty is about to start her first national tour, are you looking forward to it?! Are you nervous!?"

Mu Song raised his arm and waved to the fans who had been waiting for a long time. In order not to cause greater riots, he could not take off his mask and glasses. However, even so, the atmosphere of the crowd was raised to a new level again.

After rushing left and right in many surroundings, he finally got into the nanny car under the escort of the bodyguard. The moment the door was closed, he really relaxed, threw away the things in his hand, tilted his body, and pulled off the things on his face and leaned into the seat tiredly.

The assistant in the front seat turned his head and looked at his slightly closed eyes and shaking his eyelashes. The movement of leaning back made the protruding Adam's apple on his slender neck clear and sexy. Compared with the "exquisite" used by the media when he first debuted, Mu Song is now an object that people will subconsciously use "handsomeness" to describe.

I remembered that when the other party first made his debut, when he was facing the fans of the plane, he was completely nervous that he was completely different from the current old fry. The assistant who followed Liberty all the way curled his lips and turned his eyes to the tablet in his hand: "Don't sleep for now, there is an exclusive interview from the TV station in the afternoon. Before you start, you can take a look at the questions the other party will ask later. If you don't want to talk about, please propose it earlier and make modifications."

Mu Songdong tsk, and his long legs, which had nowhere to be placed, were tilted around without facing the public. His voice became more and more fascinating, but his tone was still as unstable as before: "If you don't go, I'm almost overworked and died suddenly. I slept well on the plane just now for half a month. Why don't you just fill me up with twenty-four hours? Whoever loves to go will go."

"Don't swear casually when you're outside. Have you forgotten the lesson of being ridiculed by your partner when you swear at the last ceremony?" The thin-eyed assistant pulled down his legs and crossed his legs, "Put down your feet and be careful to be photographed for a while."

Mu Song opened his eyes slightly, staring at him with a sharp gaze dissatisfaction. The little assistant was not afraid of his anger and said lightly: "Isn't you going back to China early this time to attend your sister's graduation ceremony? This time, the TV station will cooperate with X-Captain this time."

Mu Song: “…………”

The sharp eyes of the sister-in-command lead singer, who is well-known in the company, obviously struggled for a while.

The little assistant turned around with a smile: "This kind of opportunity for interviews is rare. Last year, XX Band's company tried every means to make them."

Mu Song heard the name of the band: "…"

The little assistant met his gaze and continued to explain casually: "That's right, it's the XX band that used your college entrance examination transcript last year to make trouble."

Mu Song's eyes slashed, he sat up straight, and after a while he reluctantly pulled his eye-catching hair: "Give it!"

The assistant handed him the tablet, and after he looked at it, he saw the question at the top - [Listen to your previous interview, it seems that the process of entering the entertainment industry is very difficult. I have been in the industry for more than five years. Do you think this circle matches your previous imagination? Have you regretted your original choice?]

Mu Song was stunned for a moment, his eyes lingering on this issue. At this moment, a message suddenly jumped above the tablet. He slid down and saw that it was the keyword prompt that the assistant's Weibo post jumped out.

After his debut, with Liberty's popularity all the way, the company began to gradually restrict them from paying too much attention to their news. At this time, he saw the assistant's Weibo prompt, and he realized that the fans and black men on the Internet were still fighting over their college entrance examination results last year.

Thinking of the desperate look that Qiao Nan introduced him and tutored him for several years of homework. Mu Song still feels very ashamed of the desperate look that Mu Song showed before the exam.

What's wrong with him not being the one who studies! And don't he do well in the Chinese and English? The score line for the art exam has also reached, so why should he keep focusing on math with 27 points?

"boring."

Mu Song turned his eyes and suddenly noticed something, turned his head and looked out the window.

Two vans behind were driving tightly against their nanny car, and camera lenses popped out of the rolling window and pointed at his position.

This style is different from the usual elusive paparazzi. It is obviously his fan and the one that is most despised in all the fans.

However, liberty is so popular, and he is so popular. Whether it is the illegitimate fans who follow the car, the paparazzi who are usually elusive, or even the trivial details of ordinary things such as college entrance examination results, it is inevitable that they will emerge in endlessly.

With the camera shot, he had to give up sitting up straight without image, crossing his legs and sitting upright, feeling a little unhappy.

His eyes turned back to the question on the tablet again.

【Does this circle match what you imagined?】

It's not very consistent, it's quite complicated. When I didn't debut, I thought everything would be fine if I became famous, but after I became famous, I realized that I was even more tired than when I was not.

[Do you regret your original choice?]

Mu Song was still hung with the blue and black that had no time to sleep. He rested with his head sleepy for a while. Another news jumped out of the tablet about the first upcoming concert since the debut of the Liberty band.

He looked at the news editor's quick surprise when he mentioned the sales of tickets for this concert. The news was filled with fans with love.

His eyes remained for a moment, and he faintly cut.

Do you regret it? Fortunately, although this circle is chaotic and fragmented, it is so annoying that even the singers have to point fingers in their academic performance.

But beyond that, everything else.

It seems that they are worth looking forward to.

My mother must do her best to perform her mentally retarded faces in this exclusive interview and swell the XX band! Your dad will always be your dad, and you don’t look at your level. You still want to step on someone and get ahead?

*******

Outside the huge venue, there were crowds of people.

The young students gathered together in bachelor's uniforms. Mu Xiangyao pushed open the shaking tassels above his head and looked at the family members who appeared in front of him helplessly.

"You really don't have to come here for a long distance."

Dad Mu ignored it and excitedly took his cell phone to take pictures everywhere. His face looked a little older than before, but he was still energetic: "What's the matter? I usually come to City B once a month, and I have been persisting for four years."

Qiao Nan heard this: "..."

He was very desperate when he thought of Mu's father's elusiveness in the past four years, so that during college, every time he was with Mu Xiangyao, he would have a great touch that he had been together after hardships.

Although feelings seem to be sublimated under such tempering, it has to be said that it is really-

Too difficult.

Finally, I've graduated.

My daughter has graduated, and falling in love is not considered early. My father now has a kind look at him: "Congratulations, Xiao Qiao, you two have graduated, do you have any plans afterwards?"

Qiao Nan was already in his junior year and started trying to start a business. At this time, he knew that what Mu Dad was trying to ask about another level of life plan, so he smiled and was about to speak.

Mu Xiangyao, who was standing by, answered without hesitation: "I will graduate after graduation. This is just a bachelor's degree. I will have to go to school for many years later."

Dad Mu: "..."

Qiao Nan: “…”

Dad Mu: "Ah..."

Then he remembered that his daughter had already confirmed her postgraduate admission. In fact, Mu Xiangxiang had been working on projects with her mentor since her senior year.

She was looking for a very good mentor and valued her very much. So during her senior year, Mu Xiangyan was so busy that she could fly. Looking at this scene, I guess she would continue to be busy in the future, and I guess she would be so busy that she had no time to consider other things.

After finishing graduate school, I may not be sure to study for a PhD. How many years will it take to continue studying along the way...

Mu's father looked at Qiao Nan speechlessly, not knowing what to say, so he took Mu's mother to walk around with her camera. After looking at the time, Mu found that the students around him were already entering the venue one after another. Looking at the crowd with red eyes and about to part with each other, he also thought of his long studies in the future. He felt a lot of feelings for him, and couldn't help but open his arms and hugged Qiao Nan.

Qiao Nan was immersed in Mu's eyes that he had just wanted to be blessed, and a faint fragrance breeze pounced in his arms.

Subconsciously raised his arms and hugged the other person, Mu Xiangyan's gentle voice sounded in his ears: "Qiao Nan, thank you. When I was filling out the application form, I encouraged me to be arrogant once and chose this major."

Qiao Nan: “…”

Before the awarding ceremony began, he finished speaking as a representative, standing among the crowd and heard a chat between a male graduate and his companion: "My girlfriend said every day that I don't care about her and ignore her. You said that I am busy taking the postgraduate entrance examination every day, and I will still be busy with projects in the future. The study is so heavy, so how can I have so much time to have sex with her?"

As he finished speaking, Qiao Nan sighed a long time, and the men turned to look at the famous tall, rich and handsome man.

Yan Hao has a lot of money, senior sisters have been working hard, and they have started their own businesses and have been prosperous. Do such popular figures have something unsatisfactory?

Qiao Nan looked at the stage ahead and bowed slightly, and the principal was pulling his girlfriend with his own hands.

His tone was plain: "If I could go back to the time I could fill out my application form after the college entrance examination, I would have to press myself to the ground and shave myself."

Everyone:?????

Qiao Nan sighed again.

I won’t say it anymore, in short, the tears in my eyes are all the water that I entered my mind at the beginning.

*******

One week later.

The car slowly drove through the spacious main road of City B, leaning against the car window, and clearly seeing the scenery outside.

Shopping mall buildings, outdoor advertisements, bus stop signs, or endorsement advertisements, or concert promotions, in short, Mu Songying's facial features can be seen everywhere.

Dad Mu leaned on the car window, but the window was not closed. He raised his cell phone in his hand. Every time he saw a place, he would definitely shoot it from afar.

The car finally slowly stopped outside the vast stadium outside.

Qiao Nan got off the co-pilot and immediately turned around and helped him. After standing still, Mu's father raised his head, and his eyes slowly passed through the crowds outside the stadium.

Very lively scene.
To be continued...