"So I made up my mind and told my parents that if I could successfully get into the High School Affiliated to Renmin University, they would give me another chance in the National Art Student Selection Competition in my second year of high school. It would be one last chance to fight for my dream."
Lu Jiayang sighed, rubbed his face, and murmured, "I passed the high school entrance exam, and the second year of high school is coming soon, but now I am even more confused."
"Future and dream, how should I choose?"
Xiaobao was listening intently. He didn't know when the water in the cup had stopped flowing and it was now a little cold.
He could see Lu Jiayang's entanglement and hesitation. The death of his parents undoubtedly made his dream of becoming a star more difficult.
Xiao Bao didn't know what to say to comfort him for a moment, let alone make a decision for him. After thinking for a moment, he spoke softly.
"It's okay, Third Brother, don't worry. There's still time before school starts, and there's still a lot of time for that competition. There's definitely still time. I'm sure you can figure it out!"
As he spoke, Xiaobao stood up, stood on tiptoe and touched Lu Jiayang's lowered head, "No matter which one Third Brother chooses, Xiaobao will always support you. No matter whether you are a big star or not, my brothers and I will always be your most loyal fans."
Lu Jiayang felt his nose sore and almost burst into tears. He reached out and held the little guy in his arms.
"Thank you, baby," Lu Jiayang said softly, "I'll think about it carefully and won't let any of you down again."
"Yeah," Xiaobao smiled sweetly, and patted his back like a little adult, "Be good, be good."
Lu Jiayang burst out laughing: "This incident makes me look like a child."
The two looked at each other and saw the smile in each other's eyes, which was real and beautiful.
The quiet atmosphere didn't last for a few seconds before the door to the living room was pushed open with a bang, and a rhythmic song was playing on a mobile phone inside.
They both turned their heads at the same time and saw Lu Jiaming packing something with his back to them, occasionally waving his arms and shaking his hips to the music, but they had no idea what kind of dance he was doing.
If it weren't for his good figure and good looks, this dance would be unbearable to watch.
Lu Jiayang brought Xiaobao into the living room. When they got closer, he couldn't hold back anymore and laughed loudly, "I beg you to stop dancing. The way you twisted your body looked like a dog thief."
"Fuck!" Lu Jiaming complained, "You're only allowed to get up early to practice. Can't I just twist a few times?"
After saying that, he danced even harder, and Lu Jiayang was so happy that he couldn't stop.
Only Xiaobao noticed the smile hidden in the corner of Lu Jiaming's mouth.
It was obvious that Fourth Brother did it on purpose.
I don't know how long he eavesdropped.
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