After Xiao Zuojing took the group pet script

Seeing Song Wenxing desperately protecting food, Yin Jun was even more certain that he was hiding some secret from him.

Seeing that Song Wenxing refused to let go, Yin Jun stretched out his hand to scratch his itchy flesh: "I'll just eat a little! Cheapskate!"

Song Wenxing was ticklish, and was twisted and twisted by Yin Jun. "Goose Goose" almost died of laughter, and refused to let go of the snacks in his arms: "Don't give it hahaha, haha, haha, don't scratch me hahaha..."

Zhuo Yixiao, who had just come out of the shower, passed behind them, glanced at the two quarreling people, and said coldly: "If you want to be an idol, you should do more body management."

"It's none of your business..." Yin Jun turned his head unhappily, but closed his mouth when he saw Zhuo Yixiao, "...Damn it."

Taking the opportunity to escape from Yin Jun's clutches, Song Wenxing quickly wiped away the tears from laughing, then turned his head to look, and couldn't help opening his mouth.

Zhuo Yixiao, who had just come out of the shower, was wearing only a pair of baggy pajama pants, and was bending over to find clothes with his back to them.

Accompanied by his movements, the smooth muscle lines on his back rose and fell, and the water beads in the grooves of the shoulder blades shone with a seductive luster.

As if aware of the four scorching gazes behind him, Zhuo Yixiao turned sideways and took a look at them.

With the movement of turning around, his eight-pack abs and smooth mermaid lines were completely displayed in front of Song Wenxing and Yin Jun.

Yin Jun stared at Zhuo Yixiao's abdominal muscles in disbelief, stretched out his hand involuntarily, touched the same part of himself, and said with emotion: "Wow, his chest is bigger than my ex-girlfriend's!"

Zhuo Yixiao: "..."

Song Wenxing still gave Yin Jun the snacks that Lu Zhicheng bought for him.

He picked and picked among a bunch of snacks for a long time, and the ones Lu Zhicheng bought were all he liked, he was reluctant to part with this one, and he also liked that one, finally Song Wenxing finally got his heart together, and reluctantly distributed the pastry with the shortest shelf life inside and he couldn't finish it. Yin Jun.

"That's right, this is Dad's good star." Yin Jun raised his hand and patted Song Wenxing's head lovingly.

"Get lost." Song Wenxing kicked his ass, "I'm the father, you're the cub!"

After thinking about it, Song Wenxing put another snack on the tables of Zhuo Yixiao and Chi Qiao.

Chi Qiao, who was sitting on the upper bunk, saw it and thanked him politely: "Thank you, Wen Xing."

Before Song Wenxing could speak, he heard Zhuo Yixiao say, "I don't want it. Don't give it to me."

Song Wenxing immediately took back the snacks he had just put down.

Zhuo Yixiao saw Song Wenxing's actions the whole time, and found it a little funny: "Tsk."

"Cut, you still have an opinion on giving it to you." Yin Jun cast a blank look at him, "Xing Xing, give me his share."

"I won't give it to anyone." Song Wenxing kicked off his slippers, climbed onto the bed, put on the blindfold, and loved no one.

Song Wenxing's bed and Zhuo Yixiao's bed were next to each other, and they slept head to head.

After drinking a whole cup of peach oolong tea in one go, Song Wenxing became energetic instead.

He tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, so he simply took off the blindfold, turned over and lay on the bed, staring at Zhuo Yixiao's dirty braids.

Zhuo Yixiao's dreadlocks were tied into a ponytail during the day, but fell apart when he slept at night, which looked very strange.

Zhuo Yixiao, who had already laid down and waited to turn off the lights, vaguely felt a pair of eyes on the top of his head staring at him. After waiting for a long time, the feeling had not disappeared, and he finally opened his eyes unbearably: "You always stare at me and do nothing. What?"

Song Wenxing was lying on the bed, his legs were raised high, and his white and thin feet were dangling in the air. He propped his chin and asked curiously, "Zhuo Yixiao, how do you wash your dreadlocks?"

"...I will wash as you like." Zhuo Yixiao turned over and said impatiently.

"Well, I thought you didn't wash it, and I was worried that the bad smell would smell on me." Song Wenxing sniffed the air vigorously, and after finding that there was no peculiar smell, he turned over and lay down contentedly, put on the blindfold, "Okay, Now I can rest assured to sleep, good night, ok."

Zhuo Yixiao: "..."

Yin Jun on the upper bunk laughed so hard that the whole bed frame was shaking.

"I've turned off the light." Chi Qiao calmly lifted her upper body from under the quilt, stretched her arms, and turned off the light with a snap, "Good night, everyone."

Because the program was recorded until early in the morning on the first day, everyone didn't go to bed until almost dawn. The next morning, the program team gave the trainees a holiday, and continued in the afternoon.

Everyone sleeps until the sun is high, and they start messing around in the dormitories as soon as they get up, getting to know each other.

Due to the existence of the three most popular players, Song Wenxing and his dormitory became the most popular one, and the trainees came to visit in turn.

When everyone passed by Zhuo Yixiao's bedside who was still in a deep sleep state, they all consciously slowed down their steps, for fear of waking him up and getting a violent beating.

After all the visitors had left, only Song Wenxing, Yin Jun, and Zhuo Yixiao, who hadn't woken up, were left in the dormitory, while Chi Qiao went to visit other dormitories.

"Do you feel that Zhuo Yixiao regards Chi Qiao as a competitor?" Yin Jun moved closer to Song Wenxing, gossiping in a low voice.

"He may think that other people are not worthy of being his opponent. Let me tell you, Zhuo Yixiao's rap and dance are among the top of all people." Song Wenxing replied in a low voice.

"Chi Qiao doesn't seem to pay attention to his provocation at all." Yin Jun said and glanced at Zhuo Yixiao's bed, "It's really sleepy, so many people who came just now didn't wake him up."

"Ham, Chi Qiao looks like a very Buddhist person, very immortal, how could he conflict with others." Song Wenxing said.

"Immortal?" Yin Jun raised his eyebrows, "I'm afraid you haven't watched the earthy video he made, but after watching it, you won't think he is immortal anymore."

"Really? I don't believe it." Song Wenxing couldn't connect Chi Qiao with the earthy video at all, and only thought Yin Jun was talking nonsense.

Seeing that Song Wenxing didn't believe it, Yin Jun got up, took a plastic bag to cover the camera in the room, and then quietly took out a mobile phone from the inner pocket of his coat.

"Where did you get your cell phone?" Song Wenxing looked at him in shock, "Didn't you hand in your cell phone last night?"

"Shh." Yin Jun stretched out his index finger, pressed it against his lips, and showed a proud expression of "underestimating me, Dad." "I brought ten mobile phones, all hidden in my clothes."

Song Wenxing: "..."

Song Wenxing: "You're really good, you were so reluctant when you put away your phone last night, pretending to be real, you just use this kind of acting skills in filming..."

Yin Jun pointed at him.

Song Wenxing shut up immediately, and dragged a chair to sit beside Yin Jun, his two little heads together mysteriously.

Yin Jun opened the Earth Taste video app Slow Hands, swipe left and right, found Chi Qiao's account, and clicked in.

Chi Qiao's account has a total of more than 100 million fans. He has not released many works, a total of 41. The average number of likes for each video is maintained at 50 to 100. Occasionally, there are one or two videos with [-] million to [-] million likes. .

Yin Jun clicked on a recently updated short video.

The beginning of this video was quite normal. At the beginning, Chi Qiao turned his back to the camera. The person who took the video called "Chi Qiao, Chi Qiao". Chi Qiao turned around and smiled at the camera very gently.

"What a fairy!" Song Wenxing couldn't help boasting.

Video shooter: "The fans all said that they want to see you shoot the 'feet artist' who is popular recently."

Seeing this, Song Wenxing was a little puzzled: "...feet...artist? What is that?"

As soon as the words fell, Chi Qiao in the video smiled: "Okay. Arrange."

Immediately afterwards, a violin prelude suddenly sounded.

Until this time, Song Wenxing, who had been staying away from the online world, hadn't noticed anything wrong, but Yin Jun next to him suddenly twitched his expression.

In the next second, the magical BGM suddenly exploded: "Yeah! Yeah I'mLeth to the B! I got the topgrimedawgswith me! I got the topgrimedawgswith me! If you don't know about me! I got the top!

Accompanied by every sonorous and forceful "Ba", Chi Qiao in the video stuck to the beat and kicked his long legs neatly. Every time he kicked, he raised the back of his hand and covered his mouth artificially.

All the immortal energy just now was smashed to pieces with his own kick, leaving nothing left.

Song Wenxing: "..."

Yin Jun: "..."

At the same time, Chi Qiao, who came back from a visit, opened the door and entered.

Seeing the two of them sitting at the table like stone sculptures, Chi Qiao couldn't help asking, "What are you looking at?"

He stepped forward, and then, saw his face on the screen.

The BGM played outside the phone is still ringing continuously: "Ba! Ba! Ba! Ba!..."

Chi Qiao: "..."

The author has something to say: Song Wenxing: Dutu, thank you.The fairy character set collapsed :)

Chi Qiao: …………………I am not…………………

Foot artist: A recent popular earthy video, if you haven’t seen it, search it and don’t beat the author (run away with the lid on)

The foot artist's BGM is "I Feel Like I'm Going to Remix" arranged by Chen, adapted from Lethal Bizzle's "Pow2011" (the lyrics are quoted from this song), the "tyrant" is actually "Pow".