After Xiao Zuojing took the group pet script

"Really?!" Hearing Chi Qiao's words, Song Wenxing slapped the table excitedly, causing everyone around to look over.

"Of course." Seeing Song Wenxing's excited appearance, Chi Qiao couldn't help laughing.

"Chi Qiao, you are really good." After being moved, Song Wenxing suddenly became worried again, "But, will it affect your own practice?"

In fact, he wanted to ask Chi Qiao a long time ago, but he was too embarrassed.

Song Wenxing always felt that Chi Qiao was a bitter hero who turned the script against the wind, and being on this show was a giveaway.It would be a heinous crime if he was delayed.

"No, I've already practiced almost." Chi Qiao shook her head, "And I'll help you figure out the movements, and I can review them myself."

"Okay, okay." Hearing what Chi Qiao said, Song Wenxing was relieved. He picked up a spoon and tapped Yin Jun's dinner plate, urging, "Eat quickly! Time waits for no one!"

"I'm eating, I'm eating." Yin Jun was vague with a piece of braised pork in his mouth.

"Then can I come together too?" Lan Xiaoying bit the spoon and looked at Chi Qiao pitifully.

"Of course." Chi Qiao said.

Chi Qiao kept his promise. After class in the evening, he took the initiative to come to Song Wenxing and Yin Jun, and brought a dog skin plaster, Lan Xiaoying, and the four of them went to the cafeteria to eat, talking and laughing. This strange four-person combination attracted a lot of practice. Raw sideways glances.

After eating, Chi Qiao followed them to Class Z classroom.

"The recording time will start at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon." Chi Qiao looked up at the clock on the wall, "It is now seven o'clock in the evening, and there are still nineteen hours before the official recording. During these nineteen hours, you must Hurry up and remember as much as you can, it doesn’t matter if you sleep less.”

Unexpectedly, Chi Qiao would come to class Z to teach people, and the other class Z trainees couldn't help but surround him.

Someone timidly asked: "Chi Qiao, can we learn together?"

"Of course." Chi Qiao nodded with a smile, "It's best to help you."

Probably because of Chi Qiao's joining, on the last night, the learning atmosphere of Class Z was suddenly mobilized.

More and more trainees ran over to join them, and the entire Class Z classroom was full of laughter.

At 11:30 in the evening, most of the trainees went back to rest, but there were also a few hardworking people who stayed and continued to practice.

Lan Xiaoying, who joined in the fun, also went back to sleep.There is nothing wrong with his dancing, the main reason is that he dances too flirtatiously.

Chi Qiao said, let him put away his personal style, otherwise he will be out of place.

After Lan Xiaoying left, Song Wenxing and the three of them also went to the corner to sit down and rest.

Yin Jun was so tired that when he put on the hat, he lay down, put his head on Song Wenxing's lap as a pillow, and fell asleep directly.

Song Wenxing took a sip of the sports drink and chatted with Chi Qiao: "Chi Qiao, were you so tired when you were a trainee in Korea?"

"Well. At that time, when I was young, I was very lonely in a foreign country. In my world, I only had singing and dancing. I trained in the company every day until after twelve o'clock." Chi Qiao wiped the sweat from his forehead, and walked from the side He took his thermos from the floor, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip of warm water, "But even so, there are people who work harder than me."

"Who? Actually worked harder than you? Is it from Korea?" Song Wenxing asked in surprise.

Chi Qiao shook her head: "No, it's Ah Cheng."

Hearing Lu Zhicheng's name, Song Wenxing was stunned: "...Yes, you joined the PP company together, right?"

"En." Chi Qiao nodded.

"Then... do you regret it?" Song Wenxing asked suddenly, "Didn't insist on staying in Korea."

Unexpectedly, Song Wenxing would directly ask this taboo question, Chi Qiao's smile froze.

"I think you regretted it." Song Wenxing said bluntly, "If I had persisted a little longer, maybe I would have made my debut like Lu Zhicheng—do you think so?"

"No." Unexpectedly, Chi Qiao shook his head, "If I continue to stay there, my debut is still far away. And Ah Cheng's debut is inevitable."

"why?"

"He is the hardest working trainee in the company, even the Korean artists in the company are ashamed." Recalling the past, Chi Qiao screwed on the cup lid and stared at the ground in rapt attention, "One year he went back to China, But there was a car accident in China, and he came back with a leg injury."

"Ah?" Song Wenxing opened his eyes wide, "Lu Zhicheng had a car accident? Was it serious? What's going on?"

Lu Zhicheng...how could there be a car accident?

Is it the leg? !

"He didn't tell us the details, but I remember that the doctor's diagnosis report advised him not to dance anymore." Chi Qiao fell into deep thought, "The company originally trained him as a lead dancer, but because of this incident, I planned to adjust the plan and let him be the lead singer. But Ah Cheng didn’t listen to the persuasion at all, and insisted on going to the practice room to dance when the injury recovered.”

"He's dying?" Song Wenxing frowned.

This person also said that Chi Qiao is stubborn, it seems that there is someone else who is the most stubborn.

"I thought so too at the time." Chi Qiao smiled and sighed, and he put the thermos cup in his hand on the ground, "But Ah Cheng's hard work was finally seen by the heavens, and he became the only solo debut in PP Brokerage Company Foreign artist. So...he is really strong, whether it is strength or heart, I am not even one-tenth of him. So, what do I have to regret?"

Hearing this, Song Wenxing was silent for a while, and suddenly asked: "Chi Qiao, why did you come to this show?"

Chi Qiao was startled.

Before Chi Qiao could answer, Song Wenxing said by himself: "I, at the beginning, I wanted to slap my ex-teammates and black fans in the face, so I came to this show. But Brother Tubai told me that I have to figure out the direction of my efforts. Working hard is not to prove yourself to insignificant people, but to work hard for yourself."

"Working hard is not to prove yourself to insignificant people..." Chi Qiao murmured and repeated this sentence.

"Really? Is what my male god said particularly philosophical?" Song Wenxing screwed on the bottle cap and put the drink bottle on the ground. "I thought about it for a long time. I entered this circle for the sake of chasing stars, but I am also true. I like to sing. Also, I don’t believe I’m not suitable for a boy group, I want to try again, so I came to 404.”

"Give it a try?" Chi Qiao smiled, "You are still young and still have many opportunities."

"How do you know if you don't try?" Song Wenxing asked back.

Chi Qiao lowered her eyes: "To be honest, I was quite confused when I came to participate in this show... Sometimes I am very confident and think I can do well, and sometimes I feel very inferior because I have failed too many times before. I really don’t know if this choice is right or wrong.”

"Since you have decided to let go of everything before, let's treat it as nothing, so that you won't be afraid of failure." Song Wenxing raised his face and smiled brightly at Chi Qiao, "Chi Qiao, as long as you start doing it now, It's not too late, right?"

Looking at Song Wenxing's eyes, Chi Qiao froze.

After a long time, he nodded slowly.

"Okay, let's not talk about the long-term, let's set a small goal at this stage first. You work hard to keep your A, and Brother Jun and I will fight to stay." Song Wenxing reached out and patted Yin Jun's side face, "Hey, Get up, hurry up, you still have to practice. Your head is so heavy, Yin Jun, get up!"

Yin Jun, who was awakened by the patting, rubbed his eyes and sat up mumbling: "My head is so small..."

"Okay." Chi Qiao also stood up, and stretched out his hands to the two little confused people sitting on the ground, "Wen Xing, Yin Jun, let's work together."

Song Wenxing and Yin Jun held Chi Qiao's hand alone, and Chi Qiao pulled him up from the ground like boneless plasticine.

"Chi Qiao, you are so strong."

"Fortunately."

"I'm so sleepy, Chi Qiao, you can carry me back later."

"it is good."

……

The three of them didn't leave the classroom until two o'clock in the morning.

Unexpectedly, when he returned to the dormitory, Zhuo Yixiao hadn't come back yet, and Yin Jun, who was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, went to the bathroom to take a shower first.

"Zhuo Yixiao also worked very hard." Song Wenxing yawned, raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and went to the locker, "It should be because he didn't get into Class A in the initial rating, and he plans to win a game this time. .”

"He's very strong." Chi Qiao nodded. He boiled a pot of boiling water with the kettle in the dormitory, then picked up his can of white sugar from the table, and unscrewed the lid.

"What are you drinking?" Song Wenxing closed the cabinet door and walked over with a bunch of things.

"It's sugar water." Chi Qiao looked up and smiled at him, and scooped a spoonful of sugar into her cup, "Sometimes I have hypoglycemia, and my hands and feet feel weak, so I quickly make a cup of sugar with hot water to replenish the sugar."

"Is it good?" Song Wenxing piled things on the table and leaned over, "I want to drink too, so you can make me a glass too."

"But, this is very cheap bulk white sugar." Unexpectedly, Song Wenxing offered to drink it, and Chi Qiao was a little embarrassed.

"What's the matter with the white sugar in bulk? It's not arsenic. Frost." Song Wenxing said and pushed his kitty ceramic cup over, "Hurry up, make me a cup, my hands and feet are cold and I'm shaking all over. In shock!"

Looking at the rascal Song Wenxing, Chi Qiao couldn't help laughing.

He took Song Wenxing's cup and scooped three full tablespoons of sugar into it without hesitation.

"Oh! Why are there so many!" Seeing Chi Qiao's arrogant behavior, Song Wenxing yelled.

Chi Qiao froze: "...What's wrong? Don't you like sweets very much?"

"You scooped it all up for me, what are you drinking?" Song Wenxing felt a little sour in his heart.

When Chi Qiao made himself sugar water, he was only willing to put one spoonful, but now he scooped three full spoonfuls for him.

Moreover, Chi Qiao still remembers that he likes to eat sweets...

"It's okay." Chi Qiao picked up the kettle, boiled it with boiling water, and carefully stirred it evenly with a clean spoon before handing the cup to Song Wenxing, "It's very hot, let it cool down before drinking."

"Thank you, thank you, Chi Qiao." Song Wenxing carefully held the cup with both hands, put the cup on the table, and then picked up a box of things from the table and handed it over, "Thank you for the sugar water, then I'll give this to you."

"This is..." Chi Qiao was startled, and found that what Song Wenxing handed over was a box of self-heating hot pot.

"I bought it today. How many boxes did I buy? Please ask the election manager to help me take it back to the dormitory during the day." Seeing that Chi Qiao didn't pick it up, Song Wenxing naturally stuffed the self-heating hot pot into his hand, " Don’t tell others, I bought it for the people in our dormitory to eat secretly. I bought a lot and put them in the locker, so you can eat them yourself when you are hungry.”

"Can……"

Just as Chi Qiao was about to decline, the bathroom door was suddenly opened.

After taking a shower, Yin Jun stepped on wet slippers and interrupted their conversation: "Oh, the blisters on my feet! It hurts so much...Xing Xing, is the self-heating hot pot ready?"

Song Wenxing poked his head over to look at him: "Not yet. Just now Chi Qiao was helping me make sugar water, so let's cook it now."

"Sugar water?! Still have sugar water to drink?!" Yin Jun immediately jumped over, "I want it, I want it too!"

Chi Qiao: "It's very cheap..."

Yin Jun: "Oh, give me a drink too! Chi Qiao, you can't be partial."

Chi Qiao: "I didn't..."

Song Wenxing: "Chi Qiao, by the way, why don't you cook me and Brother Jun's self-heating hot pot together, I'm going to take a bath first, I'm sweating all over."

Yin Jun: "That's right, Chi Qiao, remember to pour some sugar water for me too, my cup is there, I'll blow my head first, thank you."

Song Wenxing and Yin Jun cooperated seamlessly with each other, and successfully blocked Chi Qiao's polite refusal.

Then they were very careless, one went into the bathroom, the other went to dry their hair, and did not give Chi Qiao a chance to reply at all.

Chi Qiao stood on the spot, looked at the box of self-heating hot pot in his hand, and finally nodded: "Okay."

As soon as Zhuo Yixiao returned to the dormitory, he saw his three roommates eating self-heating hot pot around the table, each of them had a glass of...

Plain water?

Zhuo Yixiao's eyes fell on the half can of white sugar next to him, and his eyes became more puzzled.

"Hey Zhuo Yixiao, would you like to come and eat self-heating hot pot with us?" Song Wenxing raised his head and waved to Zhuo Yixiao. The corners of his mouth were stained with a little red chili oil, which looked delicious, "I There are many more in the cupboard! Go get it yourself."

"No need. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed." Sure enough, Zhuo Yixiao still refused.

His refusal was different from Chi Qiao's polite refusal. Chi Qiao didn't want to trouble others, while Zhuo Yixiao didn't want to get involved with anyone at all.

"Aren't you hungry?" Yin Jun asked.

"It's so late to eat, and I have to get up early to practice tomorrow." Zhuo Yixiao walked around them, walked to the closet, and took a change of clothes.

"We're going to get up to practice tomorrow too." Song Wenxing bit his chopsticks and looked at him, "Chi Qiao is helping me and Brother Jun figure out the movements, do you want to come with us?"

Chi Qiao next to her also put down her chopsticks: "Zhuo Yixiao, come with us."

Zhuo Yixiao, who was holding clothes with his back to them, paused, turned his face sideways, and sneered, "Since when did the three of you get along so well?"

"What are you talking about!" Hearing this, Song Wenxing slapped the table, shaking the three bowls of soup in the self-heating hot pot on the table, "Is there anyone in this world who has a bad relationship with me, Song Wenxing!"

"Yes." Zhuo Yixiao closed the cabinet door, and answered casually, "Your former teammate."

Song Wenxing: "..."

Song Wenxing: "You fucking..."

The author has something to say: Song Wenxing: The self-heating hot pot in his hand is suddenly not fragrant :)

Lu Zhicheng: Chi Qiao, please help me clarify the matter about my Korean girlfriend!ah! ?

Good night!See you tomorrow~ovo