Race on the Head of the Ex [Rebirth]

Stepping into the preparation room again, He Qingqi no longer had the excitement and blood of the last time, but the moment he stepped onto the stage, he could not help but let his adrenaline soar, and all the passion was ignited by the screams of the audience.

The costumes of the "Last" group are the same today, with shorts exposed to the navel, only He Qingqi has a black see-through blouse.

Liu Ningzhao and the others said that He Qingqi had a feeling of undressing, and it was estimated that the audience would want to help her take off. The beautiful vest line made them greedy.

So let her wear such a piece and throw it to the audience before jumping to the pas de deux part.

Today is the finale by them.

In the background, Zhuo Zhiwei carefully helped He Qingqi put on the earphones.

"Come on! I won't let you."

"Thank you. Come on, too." He Qingqi softened his eyebrows and looked down slightly, looking at the girl who was staring at her ears seriously.

The perfect-looking girl was too close, and He Qingqi could even smell the perfume on her body, which made her a little nervous and couldn't help looking at the girl's face in a daze.

Then he shook his mind, his face was flushed, and he quickly looked away.

She used to like a perfume very much, byredo super cedar, the ethereal and cold woody floral fragrance, and then, there is the romance of the rose on the wood.

Like the white snow pressed against the pine branches, it gives people a sense of distance, but it is indescribably noble and elegant, standing proud of the winter cedar.

Very similar, the taste of Zhuo Zhiwei.

She wants to buy it to Zhuo Zhiwei, hope she can like...

"Please! "Last" group!"

Hearing Yan Huan's voice, He Qingqi returned to his senses, took a long breath, and walked to the stage.

As soon as they stepped onto the stage, they greeted the screams of the landslide and tsunami. The stage was divided into two halves. Half called He Qingqi's name, half called Zhuo Zhiwei's name, and the other voices were completely covered up. It's like this is a concert that belongs to He Zhuo alone.

Ning Meng couldn't help smiling bitterly when she heard the sound, "Although I expected it a long time ago, I still feel a little bit lost."

Yan Huan: "Thousands of calls, finally waiting for what you are most looking forward to. Please introduce yourself from the "Last" team."

According to their design, Zhuo Zhiwei introduces himself first.

"Hello everyone, I'm one of the c people who were elected with 91 votes, Zhuo Zhiwei."

"Hello everyone, every day I feel that I am the other c person who is responsible for the value of the face, He Qingqi."

"Hello everyone, I have to admit that Zhuo Zhiwei is the vocal in charge of appearance, Ning Meng."

"Hello everyone, I always insist that He Qingqi is the rap in charge of appearance, Liu Ningzhao."

…

Yan Huan took this stalk:

"Qingqi, I heard that the director team did a statistics before."

"That is to say, ask us 98 players, who do you think is responsible for the beauty of the 98 girls."

"As a result, all 91 players chose Zhuo Zhiwei, but seven others chose you. I heard that five of the seven players are from your "ImmigrantSong" group a, and one is you, theirs. team leader."

He Qingqi looked sad: "There could have been eight, but who knew that Zhang Xiaoyu, the big-tailed wolf, chose Zhiwei!"

"Oh? Who is the remaining person?" Yan Huan asked knowingly.

"Our family knows Wei!" He Qingqi stretched out his hand to put on Zhuo Zhiwei's shoulders, with a proud face, Zhuo Zhiwei rubbed her head with a smile.

"Yo!" The audience started booing, "Your family knows Weiwei!"

Some people believe that they have a good relationship, and naturally others think that it is He Qingqi's contrived.

But believe it or not, He Qingqi sincerely regards Zhuo Zhiwei as a friend. It has nothing to do with the game or the ranking.

…

After introducing themselves, the lights dimmed and the seven posed.

As expected, the audience was so enthusiastic about their dance that He Qingqi flicked his clothes and started the most desired part of the audience.

The swinging waist, dangerous fingertips, ambiguous eyes, and the smirk on He Qingqi's lips, undoubtedly seemed to tell the audience an ambiguous story, almost pushing the atmosphere to the highest level in the audience.

The contestants who have performed before sighed with emotion: "It's really a fight between the gods and the mortals watching the show. These two people are absolutely amazing."

"They danced very well, and the stage effect was not so good. No wonder the finale came out."

He Qingqi was also very satisfied with their performances. This time it can be said that they performed at a super level, and they performed better than every time.

As soon as she entered the scene, her eyes were always locked on Zhuo Zhiwei, the person's charming and indifferent eyes almost wanted to **** her whole person in, even she couldn't help feeling that this girl is so beautiful.

Before she had time to pant, her face suddenly changed, her pupils shrank suddenly, her heart seemed to be pressing on a mountain, her breathing gradually became rapid, her fists were clenched, and her whole body showed an unhealthy whiteness.

She stared incredulously at someone in the audience who shouldn't be here, her eyes like torches.

Fang Xuanyao...

Zhuo Zhiwei thought she was not feeling well, and quickly took her arm.

She asked in a low voice, "Is it very uncomfortable? Can you keep going?"

He Qing shook his head, grabbing the gray in his eyes: "I'm okay."

She was indeed okay, but she just remembered some past events, some past events that would still be painful for herself when she thinks of it.

Her pain has nothing to do with love, she just hates her own stupidity, her body is almost filled with her own sorrow, and her eyes are dry and painful.

Gradually.

She seemed to see the young herself coming out, who she thought had long since disappeared.

The rain is pouring.

She was soaked.

The nineteen-year-old is crying, crying about her, or some of her past.

…

She met Fang Xuanyao, who was nine years old when she was five. She realized that she liked her when she was fourteen. She started to pursue her formally when she was sixteen.

Fang Xuanyao didn't have such a bad attitude towards her since she was a child, and He Qingqi couldn't remember exactly where she started.

She only remembered that many people in her childhood bullied her because of her old age, and she was often pushed down by older children, sitting on the ground and crying loudly.

—She seems to have been well aware of the reason why crying children have sweets, and Fang Xuanyao gently pulls her up and helps her to dust off her body.

In this way, she remembered Fang Xuanyao.

Even if she later learned Sanda, all the children near the old house, no matter how big or small, could not beat her, she had not forgotten that person.

Later, as she got older, Fang Xuanyao became more and more indifferent to her. When she was fourteen years old, she flew directly to the United States, and she didn't see it once in a few months.

Her heart was full of irritability, so she realized that she might like this sister.

As a teenager, she was in a rebellious period. Relying on her ability from elementary school, skipping classes and fighting became commonplace, and her test scores deliberately counted down. Her father had the heart to teach her, but she was still cruel.

She seemed to like the feeling of seeing her father jumped with anger. So, together with her childhood friend Chai Xu, she became a killer with seven colors of hair. As a result, her father was not doing well, and her grandmother was almost mad. gosh.

She became more violent and dangled those few hairs in front of them all day long. They finally couldn't bear it and called Fang Xuanyao for help.

After receiving Fang Xuanyao's call, she immediately shaved off that hair and assured Fang Xuanyao that she would get a good result in the exam.

Anyone with a face in city A knows that the He family has raised a Hunshi Demon, and the Hunshi Demon is not afraid, only the eldest of the Fang family.

Fang Xuanyao used to be He Qingqi's respected sister and lover, but in the end she told her that everything was fake. The man said, since I was a child, I didn't like you.

Since childhood, He Qingqi couldn't imagine.

So why did Fang Xuanyao come here at this time?

He Qingqi didn't want to think of human nature so dirty, but, having ruled out the possibility of wanting to see her because of her love, Fang Xuanyao came here, and only one answer was left.

Because she hadn't contacted the other party for a long time, the other party was afraid that the cooked duck would fly away.

She may only have this one use for Xuanyao.

He Qingqi didn't want to admit it, but had to admit that blood and tears had already collapsed conceit and innocence.

She was leaning against Zhuo Zhiwei, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly, she looked desperate, like a little wolf who was injured and licking the wound.

Zhuo Zhiwei didn't know why the other party suddenly became such a state, just let the other party put his hand on her waist, gently caress He Qingqi's back, and comforted her silently.

Fang Xuanyao frowned, her eyes deep and staring at the two close friends, her nails almost sinking into the flesh.