Running a horse over the head of an ex [Rebirth]

Stepping into the preparation room again, He Qingxi no longer had the excitement and enthusiasm of the previous time, but the moment he stepped on the stage, he still couldn't help letting the adrenaline soar, and all the excitement was ignited by the screams of the audience.

The outfits of the "Last" group today are very consistent, navel-baring shorts, only He Qingxi has an extra black see-through blouse.

Liu Ningzhao and the others said that He Qingqi had a special sense of undressing, and the audience probably wanted to help her take it off. The beautiful waistcoat line made them all envious.

So let her wear it and throw it to the audience before the pas de deux.

They are the finale today.

Backstage, Zhuo Zhiwei carefully helped He Qingqi put on the earbuds.

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

"Thank you, and you'll do your best too." He Qingxi frowned slightly, looking down at the girl who was staring at her ear seriously.

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

Then he was dazed, his face was stained with a layer of blush, and he hurriedly looked away.

She once liked a perfume, byredo super cedar, ethereal and cool woody floral notes, followed by the romance of roses on wood.

Like the white snow on the pine branches, it gives people a sense of distance, but it is indescribably noble and elegant, and the cedar stands proudly in winter.

Very similar, Zhuo Zhiwei's taste.

She wants to buy it for Zhuo Zhiwei, hoping she will like it...

"Please! "Last" team!"

Hearing Yan Huan's voice, He Qingqi came back to his senses, let out a long breath, and walked towards the stage.

As soon as they took the stage, they were greeted with screams from landslides and tsunami, the stage was divided into two halves, one half shouted He Qingxi's name, the other half shouted Zhuo Zhiwei's name, the other voices were completely covered up, Like this is a concert exclusively for the two of He Zhuo.

Hearing this, Ning Meng couldn't help smiling wryly: "Although I expected it a long time ago, I'm still a little bit disappointed."

Yan Huan: "After a long wait, finally what you are most looking forward to is here. Please introduce yourself from the "Last" team."

According to their plan, Zhuo Zhiwei will introduce himself first.

"Hi everyone, I'm one of the C's who were elected with 91 votes, Zhuo Zhiwei."

"Hi everyone, every day I feel that I am the other C who is responsible for my appearance, He Qingqi."

"Hi everyone, I have to admit that Zhuo Zhiwei is responsible for the vocal, Ning Meng."

"Hello everyone, I always insist that He Qingxi is the rap responsible for the beauty, Liu Ningzhao."

……

Yan Huan took this stalk:

"Qing Qi, I heard that the director team made a statistics before."

"That is to say, ask our 98 contestants, who do you think is the most beautiful among the 98 girls?"

"As a result, all 91 contestants chose Zhuo Zhiwei, but seven of them chose you. I heard that five of the seven are members of your "Immigrant Song" group A, and one is you. Theirs team leader."

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

"Oh? Then who is the remaining person?" Yan Huanming asked knowingly.

"Our Zhiwei!" He Qingxi put his hand on Zhuo Zhiwei's shoulder, with a proud face, Zhuo Zhi smiled and rubbed her head.

"Yo!" The audience started booing: "You Zhiwei!"

Some people believed that they had a good relationship, while others thought it was He Qingxi's pretension.

But whether people believe it or not, He Qingxi really regards Zhuo Zhiwei as a friend, it has nothing to do with competitions or rankings.

……

After introducing themselves, the lights dimmed and the seven struck a pose.

As expected, the audience was so excited by their dance that they screamed. He Qingxi flicked his clothes and started the most desirable part of the audience.

The swinging waist, dangerous fingertips, ambiguous eyes, and the smirk on He Qingxi's lips undoubtedly seemed to be telling the audience a story about ambiguity, almost pushing the atmosphere to the highest level in the audience.

The contestants who had performed before felt a burst of emotion: "It's really a fight between gods and mortals watching the show. These two people are absolutely perfect."

"The dance is still very neat, the stage effect is not generally good, no wonder it is the finale."

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

As if she had just entered the scene, her eyes were always locked on Zhuo Zhiwei, the charming and indifferent eyes of that person almost sucked her whole body in, even she couldn't help feeling that this girl is so beautiful.

Before she had time to catch her breath, her complexion suddenly changed, her pupils shrank suddenly, her heart seemed to be crushed by a mountain, her breathing gradually became short of breath, her fists were clenched, and her whole body showed an unhealthy whiteness.

She stared incredulously at a figure in the auditorium who shouldn't be here, her gaze was like a torch.

Fang Xuanyao...

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

She asked in a low voice: "Is it very uncomfortable? Can you persist?"

He Qing shook his head, suppressed the ashes in his eyes: "I'm fine."

She was indeed okay, but she remembered some past events, some past events that still made her feel aching when she thought about them.

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

Gradually.

She seemed to see her young self, whom she thought had disappeared, come out.

pouring rain.

She was drenched through.

The 19-year-old self was crying, crying about her, or some of her past.

……

She met nine-year-old Fang Xuanyao when she was five, realized that she liked her when she was 14, began to pursue her formally when she was 16, thought she was a beauty at the age of 19, and died in City A because of the beauty at the age of 30.

It's not that Fang Xuanyao had such a bad attitude towards her since she was a child, and He Qingxi couldn't remember exactly when it started.

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

——She seems to have understood the truth that crying children have sweets since she was a child. Fang Xuanyao would gently pull her up and dust off her body every time.

That's how she remembered Fang Xuanyao.

Even if she learned Sanda later, all the kids around the old house, big and small, couldn't beat her, but she never forgot about that person.

Later, as she got older, Fang Xuanyao became more and more indifferent to her. When she was 14 years old, she flew directly to the United States and didn't see her once in a few months.

Her heart was full of irritability, so she realized that she might have fallen in love with this elder sister.

As a teenager, she was in a period of rebellion. Relying on her skills from elementary school, skipping classes and fighting became commonplace. She deliberately got the lowest grades in her exams, and her father wanted to teach her a lesson, but he still couldn't bear it.

She seemed to like the feeling of seeing her father jumping in anger, so, together with her friend Chai Xu since childhood, she became a killer with hair in seven colors, but her father didn't do much, and her grandma was almost angry faint.

She intensified and waved those few hairs in front of their eyes all day long, and they finally couldn't bear it anymore and called Fang Xuanyao for help.

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

All the respectable people in City A know that the He family has raised a demon king who fears nothing but the eldest lady of the Fang family.

Fang Xuanyao used to be He Qingxi's respected sister and beloved lover, but in the end she told her that everything was false. That person said, I never liked you since I was a child.

Since childhood, He Qingxi couldn't imagine.

So why did Fang Xuanyao come here at this time?

He Qingxi didn't want to think of human nature so dirty, but ruled out the possibility of wanting to see her because of loving her, Fang Xuanyao came here, and there was only one answer 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 be useful to Fang Xuanyao.

He Qingxi didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that blood and tears had already collapsed his arrogance and innocence.

She leaned against Zhuo Zhiwei slightly, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly, she looked devastated, like a wounded little wolf licking its wounds.

Zhuo Zhiwei didn't know why the other party suddenly became like this, but let the other party put his hands on her waist, gently stroked He Qingqi's back, and silently comforted her.

Fang Xuanyao frowned tightly, staring at the intimate two with deep eyes, her nails almost sank into the flesh.