03

At this point, my youth has come to an end.

We have cut off contact.

He became a big star.

One year after graduation, the love song he wrote instantly made him famous.

Handsome, tall, singing and dancing, lively and lively, how great.

He went through the packaging of a brokerage company and became a popular singer in the cold and abstinent genre: Meng Jianyue.

I secretly follow his updates and watch every interview video carefully.

The latest interview is a groundbreaking quick question and answer for entertainment.

Meng Jingtong, with a face full of luxury, looked at the host calmly and coldly.

"Meng Jianyue, may I ask if you have been so calm since childhood? Are you so cool?"

He remained expressionless without hesitation and said, "I think I'm lively."

"What do you like to play the most?"

"Jump the rubber band."

"What songs do you usually like to listen to?"

"'Pinch Your Crotch'"

"Card!!!" The overall production behind the live broadcast camera roared with hoarse lungs.

Live broadcast interrupted.

A few seconds later.

Meng Jingtong reappeared in the camera and calmly replied, "I love listening to Tchaikovsky... the Kirash March."

"It's Tchaikovsky's Slavic March!" The soft voice was filled with exhaustion and despair.

Since then, Meng Jingtong has never livestreamed again.

And I became a very inconspicuous fan of him.

The reason why I kept this matter secret is because the "talk" I posted during my sophomore year became a lifelong shame for me.

From that day on, my friends no longer call me Tang Zhuxing, they call me Tang Minister.

A Tang minister who loves to retreat.