He doesn't care about his reputation!

  The last few days of the National Day holiday were spent in Song Hao's crazy homework writing.

  On the first day back at school, Song Min received a WeChat message from Su Jin while eating breakfast: Did you help Song Hao copy his vocabulary?

  Song Min's scalp felt numb and he took a deep breath in, replying: You can even discover this...

  Su Jin disdainfully asked Song Min: "The hardships you suffered back then, have you forgotten them so quickly? And now you're even helping him with his homework? How leisurely."

  Song Min: Hehehe.

  Everyone complained many times back then, during the short holidays, copying so many words made their hands tired and numb.

  Su Jin said: Without experiencing a crazy vocabulary cramming short vacation, high school life is incomplete.

  After all, Su Jin also graduated from this school.

  Song Min and they have experienced, Su Jin has also experienced.

  In the afternoon, Song Hao returned home with a dark face, threw his school bag on the sofa and complained to Song Min: "When collecting homework, I just put the vocabulary on the edge of the table. The teacher glanced at it, walked away, then came back, picked it up and carefully flipped through it from start to finish, then flipped through my English exercise book. After finishing, she asked me: 'Did your sister help you write this?'"

  Song Hao covered his face, it's too embarrassing! Su Jin asked and Wang Yifan also turned to look at him, it's really too embarrassing, doesn't he want to save face?!

  Song Hao still forced a smile and asked Su Jin very innocently: "How did you know?"

  Su Jin sneered: "Your handwriting is too ugly."

  Song Hao: “......”

  He doesn't care about his face at all!!!!!

  Song Hao felt like digging a hole in the ground at that moment, it was really too embarrassing. If Wang Yihuan didn't know about it, it would be fine, but the key point was that Wang Yihuan had witnessed the whole process...

  Song Min rolled her eyes and sarcastically said, "Whose fault is it that your handwriting is so ugly?"

  "But seven days to copy the vocabulary of a book, and still so many pages left, it's going to kill me!!!!!!!!!!" Song Hao yelled crazily. The English textbook had over 100 words per module, and he had to copy each one 10 times - was he supposed to go crazy?! Seeing that he couldn't finish his homework, he begged Song Min to help him copy.

  "Haha." Song Min smiled wryly and chuckled twice, glancing at Song Hao before saying with a cool tone, "You'll soon experience copying the vocabulary of a book in three days, don't rush."

  "What?!?!?" Song Min's face was a kaleidoscope of colors, changing through various hues as he wondered if he could drop out now... that word really wasn't copied by a human...

  "Good luck." Song Min's tone seemed sympathetic towards Song Hao, but his expression was not at all sympathetic. "You will have to go through what I've been through."

  Song Hao went crazy and rubbed his head hard, his good hair was messed up like a bird's nest. He dragged his school bag back to the room with great disappointment, his voice revealed a sense of hopelessness, "I'm going to do my homework, Su Jin asked me to recopy the vocabulary..."

  At night, Liang Yi found Song Min to chat: Song Song, can you help your sister with something?

  Song Min: What?

  Liāng Yī: Shēng shēng has been filming at your district's film and television base recently. Dà Níng has something to attend to tomorrow, but for the time being, can't find a suitable person to be Shēng shēng's assistant for a day. I was thinking since you're the closest, would you have some free time to go help Shēng shēng out as an assistant for a day?

  Song Min was somewhat bewildered and replied: Huh? I've never been an assistant before...

  Liāng Yī: Never mind, just give him that thing and a glass of water.

  And Liang Yi thinks that who will be the assistant to whom is still uncertain, but one thing he can guarantee is that Yan Song will definitely have a soft spot for the girl he likes, after all, there's the open letter, hahahahaha.

  Song Min thought for a moment, anyway, these two days are idle at home, except for studying Xue Tao and Yu Xuanji's poems, there is really nothing to do, Yuan Siyu's foot has not recovered yet, she goes out for a walk without anyone accompanying her, so she replied: Okay.

  Liāng Yī: Alright then, I'll get Xīang Xīang to pick you up early tomorrow.

  Sending rice: No need, it's not far, I can go there myself.

  Liāng Yī: How come you're not using it? You're just going to help out, but you still have to pay for your own transportation?

  Song Min felt that Liang Yi was right and no longer declined. After chatting for a few more sentences, he cleaned up and prepared to sleep.

  But Song Min always felt like he had forgotten something.

  Wen Yan was waiting for Song Min's message while working the night shift at the hospital, but she couldn't wait any longer and called her: "What are you doing?"

  "Just about to sleep." Song Min tapped her own head, she finally remembered what she had forgotten, forgetting to send a message to Wen Yan...

  "What's tomorrow?" Wen Yan has been feeling wronged lately. Since the last time they went to play at Nongjiale, Song Min returned home and hugged his book, refusing to accompany him properly.

  Song Min let out a long sigh, his mood slightly improved: "Helping Future Second Sister-in-law."

  "Future second sister-in-law?" Wen Yan grasped the key point and suddenly became interested, "Qinghe's?"

  "It's something that can be understood but not explained, hahahahahaha!"

  "Mm." Wen Yan's voice was laced with amusement.

  Song Min suddenly had Wen Yan's eyes appear in her mind, if Wen Yan were by her side now, they would definitely be filled with doting.

  Song Min's face slowly turned red as he thought about it.

  "Why aren't you speaking?"

  "Ah?" Song Min came back to his senses, his ears grew even hotter, and he couldn't help but ask, "Are you on duty today?"

  If it weren't for the night shift, Wen Yan would have taken her out for a walk after dinner.

  "Uh-huh." Wen Yan leaned back in his chair, twirling his pen, a smile still playing on the corners of his lips. "Get some rest, we'll have dinner together tomorrow night, okay?"

  "Alright." Song Min hung up the phone, turned off the internet and went to sleep.

  Because he went to bed early, Song Min woke up feeling refreshed and in a relatively good mood.

  After washing up, there was no appetite for eating, and after changing clothes, Song Min collapsed on the sofa to scroll through Weibo.

  Yan Song's open letter seems to have worked, recalling many fans' original intentions and putting an end to the verbal sparring.

  Many fans of Yan Song apologized to Qiao Tian, but some female fans still scolded Qiao Tian.

  Song Min's Weibo account was also attacked, with insults in both comments and private messages.

  What kind of people are they? Song Min shook his head and directly uninstalled Weibo. The comment he forwarded yesterday was just out of anger, but he didn't expect Yan Sheng's female fans to scold him so harshly.

  Those female fans of mine, one by one, all say "My Yan Song", "My Yan Song" as if they completely own Yan Song. Being an idol is really not easy.

  At the moment when Song Min was feeling sentimental, a strange phone call came in, and Song Min could vaguely guess that it was Yan Song.

  "Hello?"

  "I am Yan Song." Yan Song hastily introduced himself, afraid that Song Min wouldn't recognize his voice, after all, it wasn't the first or second time that Song Min had ignored him.

  "Uh-huh."

  "Come down, I'm downstairs."

  "Oh, okay."

  Yan Cong's black minivan was parked downstairs. When he saw Song Min coming down, Yan Cong opened the rear door.

  Song Min originally wanted to sit in the front passenger seat, but Yan Song opened the car door, so she had no choice but to sit next to Yan Song.

  Fortunately, the space in the car is very large, and there are only two seats in the second row, which is simply a business class configuration on an airplane, even with a small dining table.

  "My wallet." After Song Min got on the car, Yan Song's first thing to do was to hand over his wallet to Song Min.

  "Huh?" Song Min's face read "What's with giving me your wallet?", his eyes full of incomprehension.

  "An artist's wallet is usually managed by an assistant."

  "Oh." Song Min took the wallet and he and Yan Cong fell into an extremely awkward situation, after all they weren't familiar with each other and there was nothing to say.

  Yan Song looked out of the window and said, "I want to eat wontons."

  The driver stopped in front of a baozi shop.

  Song Min didn't react until he looked into Yan Song's eyes, which had a hint of a smile, and then he understood what she meant by "I want to eat wonton soup"... wasn't it just telling her to go buy some... why not say it clearly...

  "Oh." Song Min's tone was flat, grabbing Yan Song's wallet as he got off the car.

  In the morning, without having breakfast, Song Min smelled the fragrance of the buns and felt a bit hungry. So he bought one for himself. Thinking about the driver, he also bought three steamed buns with soup and three bowls of nutritious congee to take back.

  On his way back, Song Min felt that Yan Song was really troublesome.

  "Driver, breakfast."

  Yan Song still had a conscience, and once again opened the car door for Song Min, got in, and Song Min handed her the driver's breakfast first.

  "Ah, thank you, thank you." The driver didn't expect this girl to be so well-behaved, thanking him repeatedly.

  "Don't be polite." Song Min smiled and handed Yan Cong's share to him, "Yours."

  Then Song Minzhi carefully lifted the lid of the steamer basket in front of her small dining table.

  Yan Song stared at Song Min's profile for a few seconds, lost in thought, and then smiled and shook his head. He put the porridge with a straw in front of Song Min and took away Song Min's porridge.

  "Thank you." Song Min smiled, picked up a steamed bun and put it in his mouth. He took a bite, and the soup inside splashed out because it was just taken out of the pot and was very hot.

  "Oh no." Song Min exclaimed softly and hastily put down the wonton.

  "Are you okay?" Yan Song handed over a tissue.

  Song Min wiped his mouth and the tip of his tongue, which had been scalded by the hot food, was burning with pain. Song Min sucked in a breath of cool air, "hiss, hiss".

  "Be careful." Yan Song couldn't help but scold, Song Min's appearance was really like a foodie.

  Song Min smiled awkwardly and continued eating her steamed buns, she had really forgotten that the buns were just out of the pot, without even blowing on them before putting them in her mouth, her tongue was truly scalded.

  In the crew, Song Min saw many big and small actors who often appeared on TV.

  On such a hot day, sweating profusely under the sun while filming.

  Song Min feels that actors are not as bright and beautiful as they appear on stage.

  Yan Song is filming a TV series set in the Republic of China era, called "The Bright Moon".

  It's about the two giants of Shanghai textile industry during the Republic of China, Su and Yao families, who were incompatible in business, but their successors, Su Mingyue, the eldest sister of the Su family, and Yao Anyan, the eldest son of the Yao family, secretly fell in love amidst repeated confrontations. After Shanghai fell, Yao and Su joined the war effort, experiencing many changes and hardships before finally achieving a happy ending.

  Yan Song plays Yao An Nian, who wears a light blue satin long gown with a dark blue cloud-patterned mandarin jacket on the outside, his hair combed into a low bun, really having the noble air of a rich young master from the Republic of China.

  It seems to be really handsome. Song Min looked up and down at Yan Song, but what he thought in his mind was the appearance of Wen Yan wearing this set of clothes, which must be elegant and refined, calm and self-controlled.