In fact, Song Baiyi did not follow Cheng Zhi to the back door on purpose.
It was half past ten in the evening, still an hour and a half before the midnight meeting he and Cheng Zhi had originally planned.
As soon as Cheng Zhi left, Song Baiyi entered the practice room.
He originally planned to stay in the practice room until twelve o'clock under the pretext of supervising everyone's training.
Maybe I can pry some reasons out of Cheng Zhi a few minutes in advance.
As a result, Song Baiyi just stepped into the practice room, glanced at it, and didn't see it. Before he could ask, Huo Shuhang took the initiative to report Cheng Zhi to him for being lazy.
"How rare! Cheng Zhi left earlier than me today..."
Song Baiyi leaned against the wall and glanced at Huo Shuhang indifferently.
"Have you finished your training mission today?"
Huo Shuhang nodded. "It's over. What's wrong, Teacher Song?"
Song Baiyi hummed, "Since today's training mission is over, and now it's time to rest. How can it be considered lazy if we rest normally?"
These words left Huo Shuhang speechless, and he scratched his head awkwardly.
“Indeed…it does not count.”
"Okay." Song Baiyi frowned, "Where is Cheng Zhiren now?"
Huo Shuhang pulled the corner of his mouth, "He just told me that he went out to relax."
After saying that, he added another sentence to Song Bai.
"Tell me it's because of training fatigue... It's weird, I don't understand."
Relax?
Song Baiyi repeated it twice in his mind, but still didn't understand.
Could it be that because I had put too much pressure on Cheng Zhi before, he now needed to go out and relax to relieve his mood...
Song Baiyi has never been a person who would show his negative emotions.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing slightly, and then nodded to Huo Shuhang.
"Got it. I noticed that you didn't dance well in the part before the chorus this afternoon. I'll arrange for you to practice extra in the evening. I'll check it tomorrow morning."
After saying that, Song Baiyi turned and left without even giving Huo Shuhang an extra glance.
Huo Shuhang: “?”
Damn, my bad mouth.
After coming out of the practice room, Song Baiyi had just taken two steps when he spotted a familiar figure wearing a mask passing by not far away.
Song Baiyi looked again and found that the man was acting suspiciously, holding a box in his hand.
The clothes he wore were exactly the same as Cheng Zhi's.
Song Baiyi followed without thinking.
Following Cheng Zhi all the way to the corner of the back door, and watching him squat in a corner, Song Baiyi also tiptoed to a corner not far away and watched what Cheng Zhi would do next.
After a while, he saw a strange man running out from somewhere, and Cheng Zhi walked up to him in a blink of an eye.
Song Baiyi couldn't hear clearly what they were talking about, but looking at the man's face, he felt a little uneasy.
After a while, I don’t know what Cheng Zhi said to the man, then he turned around and handed the box to the man.
This time, with the help of moonlight, Song Baiyi could see clearly that the box was exactly the same as the box of the pair of shoes he gave to Cheng Zhi before...
?
The first thought that came to Song Baiyi’s mind was, Cheng Zhi sold the shoes he gave him?
Cheng Zhi, is he...short of money?
Are you so short of money that you have to sell the gift you gave him?
Could it be that the shoes that I carefully selected for Cheng Zhi were something he could just give to someone else?
Anger and unwillingness mixed with a bit of helplessness surged into Song Baiyi's heart at the same time, making it a little hard for him to breathe.
Song Baiyi took a deep breath and tried desperately to suppress the urge to rush forward to ask for an explanation. He clenched his fists, did not move, and continued to watch their next move.
After a while, when Song Baiyi saw the man holding the shoe box and grinning foolishly, he became more certain of his inner thoughts.
Just when Song Baiyi's heart was about to sink to its foundation, the next second, he saw the man take out a fruit knife from somewhere, and the blade shone silvery-white in the reflection of the moonlight.
He felt his eyelid twitch.
In less than a moment, he saw the white light rushing towards Cheng Zhi.
Song Baiyi was shocked, and all the anger he had just felt was replaced by inner panic.
Without thinking, he rushed towards the man. Then he used his strength to grab the knife from the man's hand and pinned him to the ground.
Perhaps because she felt a little dissatisfied and angry towards the man, Song Baiyi's movements were fast and fierce, without a trace of dragging.
So when Cheng Li was pressed to the ground by Song Baiyi, it took him two seconds to realize what was happening.
Song Baiyi was very strong, and Cheng Li was totally unprepared, so he was pinned down by Song Baiyi with his face pressed to the ground.
Cheng Li was about to curse, but the next second, he saw the fruit knife he brought with him, which suddenly stabbed into his neck less than a centimeter away, and it was emitting a creepy silver light.
Cheng Li felt that the person on top of him was pressing his knee against his back, making it impossible for him to move.
Song Baiyi looked at Cheng Li who was pressed to the ground by him with cold eyes.
His tone finally had some emotion this time, and it sounded like a blatant threat.
"One minute, explain your identity and purpose to me clearly."
Cheng Li was like a fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered. He struggled desperately twice but failed to break free. Then he collapsed, looking ready to be slaughtered.
He could only yell at Cheng Zhiwu angrily: "Why the hell did you call for someone to ambush me?!"
Cheng Zhi was also shocked at Song Baiyi who appeared out of nowhere. He stood there and was about to speak.
Suddenly, he was interrupted by Cheng Li's cry of pain.
Song Baiyi's eyes were grim. He pressed Cheng Li's knees with a little more force, then spoke to him coldly.
"Did I agree to say something else?"
Cheng Li snorted coldly, turned his head away and said nothing.
Seeing that Cheng Li didn't say anything, Song Baiyi turned his head slightly to look at Cheng Zhi, and his voice was a little hoarse when he began to question Cheng Zhi.
"Cheng Zhi, who is he?"
Cheng Zhi hissed. The situation before him made him feel a little bit stuck, but now he could only bite the bullet and answer Song Baiyi's questions.
"He should be my dad...right?"
“…”
With a "click", the fruit knife in Song Baiyi's hand naturally slid to the ground as he lost strength. He slowly stood up and moved his knee away from Cheng Li's back.
Song Baiyi pulled the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand to Cheng Li to help him up, and shouted something to Cheng Li honestly.
"Hello, uncle."
There is an indescribable subtle atmosphere in the air.
Cheng Li clicked his tongue and raised his hand to slap Song Baiyi's hand away.
He supported himself and sat up, then glared at Cheng Zhi fiercely.
"Bah, is this how you find someone to deal with your father?"
Hearing Cheng Li's vulgar words to Cheng Zhi, Song Baiyi frowned, and a feeling of something was wrong flashed through his mind.
Then he subconsciously grabbed Cheng Zhi's wrist and pulled Cheng Zhi behind him.
Cheng Zhi, who wanted to rush forward to confront Cheng Li, was suddenly stopped by Song Baiyi. It was the first time that he felt Song Baiyi's strength so directly. His wrist was now held by him and he could not move at all.
Although he was restrained and unable to move, when Song Baiyi stood in front of him, Cheng Zhi felt a sense of security in his heart, and the heart that had been hanging in the air slowly settled down.
He poked his head out from behind Song Baiyi and shouted at Cheng Li.
"So what? Do you think it's an honor to come to your own son to ask for money after you owe him money?"
Cheng Li snorted coldly, "Why don't you just say you can't afford it? What's the point of trying to trick me with a pair of fake shoes now?"
Cheng Zhi knew that Song Baiyi had his back to him and couldn't see the expression on his face, so he just rolled his eyes at Cheng Li with peace of mind.
"I've already said that I can't pay, but who told you to threaten me?"
Hearing the word "threat", Song Baiyi raised his eyebrows slightly and asked Cheng Zhi with his head tilted, "He threatened you?"
Seeing Song Baiyi suddenly turn around and ask him, Cheng Zhi was stunned for a moment, then hummed.
"He said if I didn't help him pay back the money, he would go on Weibo and say I was an ungrateful person..."
Hearing this, Song Baiyi immediately understood the whole situation. He slowly loosened his grip on Cheng Zhi's wrist, and then walked straight to Cheng Li.
Cheng Li was not very tall, and when Song Baiyi stood in front of him, he was able to completely block his entire body.
Song Baiyi smiled at Cheng Li and said, "Excuse me, how much money do you owe outside?"
Cheng Li looked at the man in front of him from head to toe. He was upper-class in both his dress and temperament. Apart from the fact that he had just pushed him to the ground, he still looked very rich.
Song Baiyi's face coincided with the face that Cheng Li remembered seeing on TV.
After realizing that the person in front of him was Song Baiyi, Cheng Li snorted coldly and spoke loudly.
"500,000."
Thinking of the ruthlessness with which Song Baiyi had just pressed him to the ground, and the pair of shoes he had given to Cheng Zhi before, Cheng Li could quickly conclude that Song Baiyi must care a lot about Cheng Zhi.
If you're so serious about this, then you must be able to come up with 500,000, right?
After saying that, Cheng Li added.
"I owe 500,000 yuan. If you don't want Cheng Zhi to be affected by some messy news during the draft, maybe you can help him pay off the debt for me."
When Cheng Zhi heard that Cheng Li directly asked Song Baiyi for 500,000 yuan, he got angry on the spot.
"You clearly only owe 300,000 yuan out there, are you going to use the extra 200,000 yuan to buy yourself a coffin in advance?"
Cheng Li shouted at Cheng Zhi confidently, "I have raised you for so many years, what's wrong with you asking for some support when I get old?"
"Alright." Song Baiyi protected the furious Cheng Zhi behind him, and then said to Cheng Li calmly: "I'll give you 600,000 yuan, stay away from Cheng Zhi in the future."
Hearing Song Baiyi's generosity, Cheng Li's eyes lit up on the spot, "Okay! As long as you transfer 600,000 to me, I promise that I will never harass Cheng Zhi again."
After saying that, Cheng Li handed the bank card to Song Baiyi.
Song Baiyi was also quick. In less than three minutes, he returned the card to Cheng Li, "Okay."
Cheng Li took the bank card, then excitedly opened his mobile phone to check the balance. After seeing the number on it, his face visibly darkened.
He asked Song Baiyi in a stern voice, "Why is there only 300,000? Where is the remaining 300,000?"
Song Baiyi put away his phone and said, "If you want to get the remaining money, you have to answer a question for me first."
Hearing this, Cheng Li immediately became much more energetic. He calculated in his mind that answering a question and getting 300,000 yuan was a sure-win deal.
"Ask."
Song Baiyi narrowed his eyes, "Who sent you here?"
"I've specially asked security to strengthen access control. Now it's under 24-hour surveillance. People who are not related to the show cannot come in. Who brought you here?"
Cheng Li weighed the matter in his mind and felt that if he honestly gave out the person behind him now, he could get more from Song Baiyi.
"Someone contacted me a week ago and told me that if I did what he said, he would help me pay off my debts and give me $50,000 as a reward."
After saying that, Cheng Li opened the recording on his phone and played it for Song Baiyi and Cheng Zhi.
"Hello? Are you Mr. Cheng Li?"
"I am."
…
Note that in the recording, they are discussing the plan on how to threaten Cheng Zhi.
There were two voices inside, one was Cheng Li's, and the other voice was very familiar to Cheng Zhi and Song Baiyi.
That voice, whether in terms of tone, intonation or speaking habits, was exactly the same as Fang Qiao's.
Song Baiyi's expression became more and more gloomy. After listening to the recording, he spoke.
"Send me everything related to this person, and I'll give you the rest of the money."
Five minutes later, the transaction between the two was completed.
Cheng Li left happily with the 600,000 yuan that Song Baiyi had just transferred to him, while Song Baiyi looked at his mobile phone, which contained all the evidence related to Fang Qiao that Cheng Li had just sent to him, and said nothing.
"Teacher Song..."
Cheng Zhi walked over and gently tugged at the corner of Song Baiyi's clothes.
Then he asked cautiously: "Did you really transfer 600,000 to Cheng Li?"
"No." Song Baiyi's voice was a little muffled. "I transferred it using the company's account. It showed an abnormal transaction, so he couldn't get the money. I just sent a message to my assistant and called the police. They will handle the follow-up."
After saying that, Song Baiyi gently pulled Cheng Zhi's wrist, which was pulling at the corner of his clothes, and pulled the person directly into his arms.
Cheng Zhi was hugged by Song Baiyi without any preparation. He was a little confused and didn't know what to do with his hands for a moment.
He was about to ask Song Baiyi what was wrong. Before he could open his mouth, he felt Song Baiyi slowly lower his head and then buried his head in the crook of his neck.
Because the two people were very close, Cheng Zhi could even feel a slight vibration when Song Baiyi spoke.
His voice was muffled and sounded a little hoarse.
His tone was a little aggrieved, "Before... was it because of him that you were avoiding me?"
The warm gas sprinkled on Cheng Zhi's sensitive skin, which was a little itchy. Because it was the first time for the two of them to be so close to each other, his whole body was surrounded by the fragrance of Song Baiyi, and Cheng Zhi felt a little weak in the legs.
He subconsciously grasped the corner of Song Baiyi's clothes and hummed, "Well... yes."
After getting the answer from Cheng Zhi himself, Song Baiyi's previous fanciful thoughts were all dispelled at this moment. The stone that had been hanging in his heart for a long time now fell steadily.
Song Baiyi gently sniffed the scent on Cheng Zhi's neck, and slowly tightened his hold on Cheng Zhi, "That's good."
"I thought you hated me."
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The author has something to say:
Ah, Chapter 60, they finally hugged each other, what a cause for celebration~ (The old mother shed tears of relief
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