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He Xu's chest trembled, and his heart felt sore and swollen.

"It's no time, and I'm still trying my best."

Jiang Peng said in a panic, "Call an ambulance!"

"Don't make a fuss," the assistant came over quickly, "I'll drive Feng Xingwen to the hospital, you guys continue to practice."

He Xu put on the hat and mask for Feng Xingwen, and said: "Be careful in everything."

Feng Xingwen held the wrist of the other hand with one hand, and hummed forbearance.

The assistant didn't dare to delay, and helped Feng Xingwen while calling a doctor he knew well.

The other members of the regiment watched everything happening in a daze, not daring to interject a word.

In the end, I only heard Huang Jun muttering to himself.

"Your Highness, you are a real tough guy."

Catch flying insects with bare hands and block falling objects with bare hands.

By comparison...

Huang Jun coldly gave the head of Room 301 a "waste" disdainful look, who was holding someone else's trousers.

Di Jiaying:? ? ?

In the following practice, although He Xu tried his best to appease the emotions of the group members, they were still restless and concerned about Feng Xingwen.

When they arrived at the hospital, the assistant immediately sent a message to He Xu.

Feng Xingwen suffered a fractured little finger and contusion of the ring finger. Normally, he can recover within 8 weeks.

A slight fracture does not affect subsequent stage performances, which is great.

"How is it? What did the doctor say?"

"Can the prince come back?"

"Captain, why don't you speak, the problem is serious?"

He Xu felt a few fluffy heads arching against him, only to realize that he was patronizing a person to rest assured, and forgot to report Feng Xingwen's safety.

"It's not a big problem. Xingwen went back to the dormitory to rest after putting on the plaster. He won't participate in practice today."

He Xu handed them the phone to look at.

The gloomy teenagers relaxed their eyebrows, and then chattered about whether Feng Xingwen's C performance would be changed.

The sorrows of young people always come and go quickly, just like this sudden earthquake, the messenger who held the sickle a moment ago is just a small episode in life now.

He Xu looked at the sky outside the window. Strips of white clouds were like white chicken willows, stretching across the blue sky.

hungry.

He Xu crossed his legs and put his hands on his knees.

"To celebrate the rest of our lives after the festival, eat fried chicken today."

"Oh yeah!"

"Long live the captain!"

"I'll have some, I'll have some!"

Feng Xingwen, who had a plaster cast on his right hand, didn't know that he not only missed practice, but also missed a fried chicken feast. With his little finger raised, he scooped a spoonful of chicken soup called "elaborate cooking" but actually "heating for takeaway" .

I don't know if "the heart of a villain measures the belly of a gentleman", but in Feng Xingwen's view, the few people in front of him were overly attentive.

"You..." Feng Xingwen put down the bowl, "Lack of money?"

Yu Yan looked away and tried to whistle, but failed.

Shen Haokuo said firmly: "Quiet!"

Huang Jun, who ate fried chicken without telling the truth from the tough guy, covered Shen Haokuo's mouth guiltily: "I think you are short-hearted."

Feng Xingwen was sure in an instant, and he really had something to hide from him.

"If my solo session is canceled, it's no big deal." He said in a nonchalant tone as much as possible.

"Ah, why did you cancel it?" Yu Yan didn't understand why.

Huang Jun was taken aback: "Did you hurt your brain besides your hands?!"

Shen Haokuo: "Brain, shock, shake!"

Feng Xingwen: "..."

Why was he injured and suffered mental torture.

Feng Xingwen got up abruptly, and walked out the door without saying a word, he desperately needed a change of air.

"Hey, you haven't finished your chicken soup, I bought it for 56 yuan and 3 cents!"

Yu Yan wanted to chase after him, but was held down by Huang Jun.

"Don't stop him, let him go."

Huang Jun clenched his hands into fists and put them under his chin, as if a girl was praying.

"Now he is the most vulnerable, only love can nourish his dry heart."

Shen Haokuo and Yu Yan were full of chicken soup, and had no intention of listening to poetry.

Shen Haokuo: "What a waste to throw away, let me drink."

Yu Yan: "I deducted the takeaway money directly from the tour fare."

Huang Jun: "Ah, this is love!"

Feng Xingwen quickly ran away from his teammates who were overly active in thinking, and turned to the arms of the captain he was thinking of.

He Xu heard footsteps and opened the door without waiting for the visitor to knock.

"shampoo?"

Feng Xingwen sternly said, "Your awareness of prevention is too low, you dare to open the door without even checking who is outside."

He Xu repeated with a smile: "Shampoo?"

Feng Xingwen: "...wash your hair."

While Feng Xingwen was recovering from his injuries, He Xu took over the job of washing his hair without hesitation.

Feng Xingwen's vision is that he is lying on his back in the bathtub, and He Xu gently massages his scalp, but the reality is that Feng Xingwen is sitting on a small plastic bench, bending his head and propping his head on the bathtub.

He Xu rushed with the shower.

"All right."

Neither romantic nor thoughtful.

Feng Xingwen rubbed his hair with a towel with one hand in depression. He has been frustrated frequently since he bought the stars.

"Am I stupid?"

"quite handsome."

"what?"

He Xu pressed his hand on the towel.

"You look so handsome protecting me."

Feng Xingwen raised his head abruptly, his ears shaking.

"Can you say that again."

"I say……"

He Xu took off the towel.

"It's time to dry your hair, or you'll catch a cold in a while."

Feng Xingwen muttered dissatisfiedly: "That's not what you said just now."

He Xu threw the hair dryer into his arms.

"Blow, head, hair!"

The gauze was removed on the second day of New Year's Day.

Although I imagined countless New Year's Eve scenes during the night talk, when the day 2020 is infinitely approaching, TEENGER rushed to various performances, showing their faces online and offline, and when they came back to their senses, 2019 had waved goodbye to them up.

The heavy gauze curtain was drawn to block the sunlight outside, He Xu listened to Ding Man's snoring and turned on the phone.

It's two o'clock in the afternoon.

He slowly sat up and boarded the live broadcast system.

Singing art: 652 (full value 1000)

Dance: 633 (full value 1000)

Acting: 305 (full value 1000)

Popularity: 589 (full value 1000)

Fame: 576 (full value 1000)

The number of followers in the live broadcast room has reached 22671.

Except for the heat, nothing else has risen.

Well, the wallet has also increased.

He Xu was somewhat surprised when he saw the fees for the second settlement. Ordinary people would not be able to earn that much money in their lifetime.

He contacted Lin Bo, and half of the money was donated to charity in a low-key manner under the name of Yunlin, and the other half was used to help buy a small apartment and transform it into a studio.

Limbaugh was taken aback by his big hand.

"Is the money hot? You have to spend it all."

He Xu said: "The current one-bedroom is too small to fit a lot of music equipment."

"That's not what I mean," Lin Bo said with a headache. "Charity is indeed a good way to increase your popularity, but you don't have to pay so much by yourself. I can apply for a publicity fee from the company and donate in your name."

He Xu: "No, I'm simply giving back to the society."

Lin Bo choked: "Your ideological consciousness is quite high."

"It's okay," He Xu said, "I have one last word with you."

Lin Bo asked vigilantly, "What do you want to buy?"

He Xu smiled slightly.

"Happy New Year."

The first month of 2020.

TEENAGER received an invitation to perform at the Asian Music Festival, and won two nominations for the Best Male Idol Group and the 2019 Best Newcomer Award.

After getting off the plane, the members of the group could hear the screams of the fans from afar, calling them whatever, Zai Zai, brother, husband.

He Xu pushed the suitcase and took the lead, and the bodyguards beside him all looked like they were facing a big enemy.

Passers-by at the airport who didn't know TEENAGER watched the battle, and took out their mobile phones to take pictures and search.

Even though he has been picked up by fans many times, Jiang Peng still feels unbelievable that there are so many fans who love him from all over the world.

"Didn't it take half an hour for us to announce that we will arrive in City M? So many people have already gathered, aren't they busy?"

Huang Jun said: "No matter how hard it is, you can't suffer your children, and no matter how busy you are, you can't forget to chase stars."

He Xu stopped, turned around, and slapped them hard.

"Put your chest up, be more confident, no matter when and where, let fans see you at your best, you know!"

Jiang Peng put his heels together, straightened his body, and said loudly, "Yes."

He Xu smiled: "Then let's go."

The members swaggered to welcome their flowers and applause.

作者有话要说：感谢在2019-12-1316:31:07~2020-01-2214:24:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 314270821;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Lanting and Lingling Luoluo;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!