I married my opponent C

Ji Chumiao couldn't practice dancing. Although he didn't mention it, his expression showed some helplessness.

Especially after he saw the training room configured by Class C.

There are twenty or so people in class C, crowded together in the big training room.There are a bunch of dancers in the center, and there are people sitting on the ground chatting on the side, and there are singing songs in twos and threes by the wall of the training room, and they don't care if the singing is mixed together.

The chaos and hustle and bustle are like the countdown scene of the Spring Festival Gala.

In "Idol Season", each class has a dedicated practice room.

Class A has the best treatment, with fewer people and more space.The further you go down, the worse the conditions for individual training.

But for players, no one would choose to train outside the training room.

After all, there are cameras in the training room, and the players run to the camera, so they have to have a sense of presence in the training room.

When Ji Chumiao was in class A, he often took five or six people to the dance room, and the rest followed Jiang Yin to the vocal room next door.During the training, there is ample space, without being disturbed, and it is easy to immerse yourself in the state, which is completely different from the training state of Class C.

Ji Chumiao stood at the door and sighed.

He doesn't care about the number of shots, he just wants a clean place to train.

The arrival of Ji Chumiao attracted the attention of many players in the training room.

The C position represents a large number of photo opportunities, standing around the C position, more or less can get a share of the pie.

So most of the people in the training room stopped their movements and called Ji Chumiao to come in.

Ji Chumiao hesitated for a moment, and the next second she was about to enter the training room, she heard a voice behind her.

"Are your feet better?" Jiang Yin's voice was very moist, as if he had just opened his throat, and his throat was filled with golden honey: "When it's better, follow me to practice vocal music."

Ji Chumiao turned around while supporting her crutches, blinking: "Where are you going?"

Jiang Yin raised his eyes, looked around Ji Chumiao's shoulder, and looked into the training room.

The training room of Class C is located in the south, and the light is very strong during the day, and the curtains are drawn most of the time, which is very airtight.Standing at the door, you can smell the mixed Alpha pheromones.

Jiang Yin frowned indiscriminately, and he looked at Ji Chumiao: "It's a good place."

Ji Chumiao's eyes lit up, and he leaned on his crutches and went to Jiang Yin's side.

Alpha with a strong aura naturally put his hand behind Ji Chumiao's back and pushed him away.

Before he left, he still didn't forget to look back, and greeted the other class C players flatly: "I took him away."

Jiang Yin is different from Ji Chumiao, the Alphas dare not mess with him, let alone the remaining Betas and Omega.

Class C players nodded dully, seeing this giant abduct another giant.

Ji Chumiao was taken to the top floor of the training building.

The two walked through the corridor, reached the end, and pushed open the half-hidden door.

The attic unfolds before the eyes of the duo and their accompanying photographer.

This side of the world is very quiet.

The height is sufficient, the top is sloping, and there are four square windows.

The decoration style of the attic is the same as that of the training room, but there is no corresponding layout and fixed-point camera positions. It seems that it has been left unused by the program team.

There's no boy who doesn't like having a secret base.

Ji Chumiao looked around and became excited: "How did you find out!?"

Leaning on crutches like flying, he wandered around in the attic, and when he came back, he patted Jiang Yin on the shoulder with satisfaction, full of heroism and joy of "sharing the secret base, we are brothers".

Jiang Yin was slapped on the shoulder. He had a rare good temper and let the other party mess around: "Let's start practicing, let's do a random part first."

Ji Chumiao was greatly appeased by the secret base, and Jiang Yin said what he said.The second round of the competition has not yet entered the song selection, so Ji Chumiao found the theme song of the show to practice.

Singing alone in front of Jiang Yin, and being "inspected" by the other party, Ji Chumiao suddenly felt a little nervous.

He tried his best to do his best, but Jiang Yin still heard the problem.

Jiang Yin's complexion gradually darkened, and Ji Chumiao, who had been paying attention to Jiang Yin from the corner of his eye, felt a little bit in his heart.

The boy's voice is beautiful and clear.But at this time, the singing was dry, and it was obvious that he couldn't let go.

Jiang Yin lowered his head and pondered, then raised his head and said, "Continue."

Ji Chumiao didn't wait to criticize, and didn't know why, so she could only bite the bullet and continue singing.

He had only finished two lines when someone put his chin on his hand.

Jiang Yin pressed his finger under Ji Chumiao's mandible.

From the cheeks to the jaw, and from the pharynx down, the young man's muscles were all tense.

As the melody of the music goes up, his throat floats up.As the melody goes down, the larynx rolls down.

"You sing well, it all depends on your timbre." Jiang Yin is rarely euphemistic in the professional field: "The throat is not stable, and it takes a lot of voice."

Jiang Yin put his thumb against Ji Chumiao's jaw, bent his index finger, and scraped Ji Chumiao's rolling Adam's apple with his knuckles.

Ji Chumiao was suffocated, subconsciously swallowed, and suddenly choked on a breath.

His ears were red, and he stepped back in a panic, avoiding Jiang Yin's hand: "Abdominally, abdominally breathing, I know it!"

Jiang Yin hummed, he was not surprised that Yu Chumiao knew: "I know, but I don't know?"

"I didn't learn it." Ji Chumiao was irritable and gave up struggling: "Probably stupid."

The young man had a puffy face, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes were suddenly stared into the eyes of a dog who was wronged and mourned.

He said so in his mouth, but his face was full of dissatisfaction.

Small doormat.

Jiang Yin wanted to laugh, but finally held back.

It's not easy to coax if the hair is fried.

"How much do you remember?" Jiang Yin's patience surprised even the photographers following him.

As the most powerful lead singer in the program group, many contestants took the initiative to ask Jiang Yin for advice.Young people are polite and polite, and never talk too much after imparting experience.The photographer has collected a lot of materials here, but no one can go further with Jiang Yin.

It's not like now, like coaxing cubs, persuasive and seductive.

It's like a guardian who is reluctant to speak and even more reluctant to use hands.

Ji Chumiao was silent for a few seconds, showing a guilty smile like a scumbag: "I just remember this name... so I specialize in breath adjustment,"

Since he chose dance, vocal music class has fallen behind schedule.Over time, the content that I didn't learn thoroughly was quickly returned to the teacher.

"Adjust your breath, remember how you feel." Jiang Yin roughly said the main points, and demonstrated at the same time: "First, the upper abdomen is convex, and then the lower-abdomen is retracted."

"Sinking into the dantian?" Ji Chumiao couldn't help but wonder.

Jiang Yin was serious, but was suddenly interrupted. He froze for a moment, and couldn't help smiling: "Almost, don't interrupt."

Ji Chumiao didn't want to fall one step in front of his opponent. From the initial wheezing and panting, he gradually adapted to it later.Learn to breathe slowly, and the time of huffing and puffing is gradually lengthened.

Jiang Yin secretly counted for a few seconds, and Ji Chumiao could exhale and inhale for more than 40 seconds.

It is considered an excellent lung capacity, presumably it is the result of long-term high-intensity dance training.

It's just that the strength on the waist is not enough.

He stretched out his hand and pressed down on Ji Chumiao's lower back: "When you inhale, you should have a feeling of reaching your lower back."

The young man stood up straight with his chest out and his abdomen in. The curve of his back was hidden under the thin uniform shirt. When he was pressed by an external force, the smooth arc from concave to convex immediately came out.

Jiang Yin vaguely felt that he had touched the opponent's waist.

The shallow and small depressions, one palm width apart, are located on both sides of the spinal groove. When touched, the owner will tremble and subconsciously tighten his back.

The warm and flexible touch of his hands made Jiang Yin swallow, and his eyes gradually darkened.

Ji Chumiao's feet recovered quickly. In about a week, the swelling on his ankles subsided, and it didn't hurt to step on the ground.

He was detained in the attic by Jiang Yin, and he practiced vocal music for several days. He practiced until he was singing in his dreams, and when he saw Jiang Yin himself, his breathing immediately became disordered.

Before he resumed his dance training, he received a mission first.

"On behalf of the entire "Idol Season", go to the gate of the film and television base to pick up a mysterious guest tutor." Ji Chumiao received a reminder card from the staff: "Which teacher?"

The female promoter waved her hand, indicating that she would not speak.

The cameraman zoomed in and faithfully transmitted the images to the live channel in real time.

Ji Chumiao was extremely curious and his heart itch.After coming out of the training building, he walked all the way, and surrounded the staff all the way, trying to talk.

The young man pretended to be good, and he was as good-looking as a butterfly flapping his eyes in the blink of an eye, which made the female staff a little bit overwhelmed.

The viewers in the live broadcast room were bloodied and "accused" Ji Chumiao of violating the rules.

"Brother, is this considered sex in exchange for information?"

"The program team just tell him! Who can bear to reject Ji Chumiao like this!"

"It feels like the staff is going to be bribed, puff."

The artist assistant hesitated for a while, and seeing that the director team did not stop him, he whispered, "He is a senior who has made great achievements in the field of singing and is highly respected. Before the senior left, he said that he hoped that you would come to pick him up."

Ji Chumiao's eyes lit up.

He can sing very well, and seems to know him! ?

Ji Chumiao raised her eyebrows in surprise, put her face in front of the camera, first politely called the teacher hello, then changed her style of painting, and opened the microphone passionately: "Jiang Yin! I heard no Jiang Yin! I'm backing here! "

The joyful little vivaciousness made the photographer couldn't help laughing, and the lens in his hand was shaking a little.

"If you don't teach me to sing seriously, I'll go to my tutor and see what you can do." Ji Chumiao snorted at the camera.

The behind-the-scenes staff who managed the live channel quickly put a "slightly slightly" real-time special effect on it.

The audience was about to laugh out loud.

"Brother Miao is like a child, so cute."

"The tutor hasn't seen it yet, the backer called 23333 first"

"I'm afraid Brother Yin is going to be in a hurry. There is a big boss airborne to help Ji Chumiao. He is useless. What should I do..."

"Papa Yin was abandoned tragically."

At first, Ji Chumiao walked slowly towards the gate of the film and television base, but later she became more anxious as she waited, so she simply ran.

He is 1.8 meters tall, and as soon as he takes a step forward with his long legs, he takes one step, and the staff next to him have to take two steps.

In this way, he led the entire follow-up team into a rapid march.

In front of the gate of the photography base, a bus is slowly approaching.

Ji Chumiao's eyes sparkled, eagerly waiting.

"Are you looking forward to it?" the staff member asked.

Ji Chumiao nodded.

The bus slowly stopped in front of the gate of the film and television base, the door was opened, and several accompanying staff came down first.

Then, a tall figure appeared in the public eye.

The woman in a pure black windbreaker and with sharp short hair jumped out of the car, stood in front of Ji Chumiao with one hand on her hips, smiling.

The waiting staff felt that the visitor had very similar facial features to Jiang Yin, who had just been cueed innocently, but Jiang Yin was tougher and deeper.

Ji Chumiao never expected that the person who came would be Jiang Yin's mother.

Mrs. Jiang looked at the boy in front of her with a dazed expression with great interest, and she reached out and flicked Ji Chumiao's short fluffy hair: "I didn't expect it to be me? Are you moved?"

Not only did Ji Chumiao not dare to move in front of Mother Jiang, she was also a little embarrassed.

He found himself facing the Jiang family like this, feeling powerless when being grabbed by the back of the neck.

The flamboyant and flamboyant young man who came all the way here was instantly obedient, standing upright and saying hello: "Hello, Teacher Qi."

Mrs. Jiang's surname is Qi, and people in the circle generally honor her as Teacher Qi.But Ji Chumiao was obsessed with her eyes and ears since she was a child, and followed the people around her to call her auntie.

Facing the camera, Ji Chumiao chose the most formal name.

Mrs. Jiang raised her eyebrows, and gave a long hum: "Is your foot better?"

Ji Chumiao nodded quickly.

In the live channel, the audience could vaguely see something.

"This is Empress Qi Tian!!!"

"A treasure-level singer with a national subsidy, "Idol Season" is amazing!"

"So how did Empress Qi know Ji Chumiao?"

"It seems that the two are very familiar."

The staff asked questions on behalf of the audience.

"Oh." Mrs. Jiang smiled knowingly, facing the camera, pointing her chin in the direction of Ji Chumiao: "Look at him growing up."

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Jiang listened to the staff, and looked sideways at Ji Chumiao: "I heard...you want to choose me and then abandon Jiang Yin?"

Ji Chumiao walked beside the elders, paying attention to her manners all the time.

He was caught off guard by the staff, and his eyes instantly became straight, and his eyes fluttered in embarrassment.

abandon?

This word always sounds ambiguous.

"Ah?" He responded dryly, wanting to deny what he said.

"Really?" Mrs. Jiang knew what Ji Chumiao was doing when she saw him like this.She pursed her lips and teased the alienation deliberately: "His level is just like this, you should tell him clearly as soon as possible, and you can follow me."

Most of the accompanying staff knew about the mother-child relationship between the two. If they hadn't known about it in advance, they would have thought Tianhou was serious.

The unsuspecting audience was too shocked to speak.

Jiang Yin's level is so high that other instructors have praised him, but Tianhou can only say "that's it"?

The instructor personally competed with the C for another C position?

The melon-eating audience felt that the Shura field was coming.

The barrage is still blowing out.

"There is a stimulating feeling..."

"I heard that Empress Qi Tian is married, so don't think too much about it."

"Do you think that Tianhou's aura is comparable to Jiang Yin's?"

Ji Chumiao took Mrs. Jiang back to the training building, and when she approached the gate, she saw the strong and slender Alpha standing at the gate.

Jiang Yin watched the two of them approaching.

He didn't know that his mother would come, and he was taken aback when he saw it.

"Yo." Mrs. Jiang greeted, "Why are you standing at the door?"

She didn't tell her son that she was coming, and no one except Ji Chumiao knew about it.

Mrs. Jiang's familiar and casual attitude surprised the audience.

"Wait for someone." Jiang Yin nodded, and his answer was short and crisp, but extraordinarily reserved.

Mrs. Jiang was taken aback, raised her eyebrows, looked at Ji Chumiao beside her, and understood.

"Who are you waiting for?" She joked, not planning to fulfill her son's reserve.

Jiang Yin pursed the corner of his mouth, a smile appeared on his face, but he didn't answer.

Ji Chumiao always felt that the mother and son were tacit about something.

Viewers thought so too.

"I think Empress Qi said she was waiting for someone, but she wasn't referring to herself."

"Qi Tianhou and Jiang Yin really look alike!"

"I have a bold idea."

"Stop yelling when I see people, I'm not as sensible as Ah Miao." Mrs. Jiang glanced at the camera, smiled calmly, and pretended to complain.

Jiang Yin said in a deep voice, "Mother."

The barrage on the live channel exploded and started to freeze.

"My God, even if you guessed it, you would be shocked to hear it with your own ears!"

"Not so good? This sounds very meaningful."

"I'm the only one who thinks that Brother Yin's mother treats her son like (at first glance), but does she like Ah Miao very much?"

Ji Chumiao, who knew nothing about the audience's discussion, stepped forward with Mrs. Jiang Yin and stood with Jiang Yin.

Two tall and handsome young men walked side by side, more dazzling than the clear sky.

Jiang Yin didn't look sideways, and vaguely smelled the fragrance of rose wine from the people around him. He tilted his head slightly, and said with a half-smile: "I heard that you want to abandon me?"

Ji Chu Miao has nothing to love: "Don't spread rumors!"

Jiang Yin responded lightly, turned away, and smiled quietly.

In the live channel, the viewers who always felt that they missed something were so excited by this light smile that they were speechless.