After Xiao Zuojing took the group pet script

Lu Zhicheng finished the rest of the class and left. Before he left, he helped Song Wenxing and his group to re-do the movements.

Fortunately, Bai Lian also knew that the rehearsal was coming soon, so he didn't play tricks at this juncture.

After Lu Zhicheng left, Song Wenxing took the lyrics and asked Chi Qiao: "Qiao Qiao, we have changed parts now, so let me use the lyrics I wrote before."

"You wrote the lyrics quite well, so you can definitely get a lot of points." Chi Qiao shook her head, "You can change it a little bit, use it if you can, don't waste it."

"How can it be a waste to use it for you." Song Wenxing lightly thumped his arm.

"Let Zhuo Yixiao take a look at it for you." Yin Jun who was sitting next to him took a look, "Didn't Teacher Luo Yuan tell you to learn from each other last time?"

"Yes, let him go through the rap for you, and I'll help you figure out the dance moves in the evening." Chi Qiao nodded and patted Song Wenxing, "There are three days left before the rehearsal, so sleep a little less these days."

Song Wenxing sighed, raised his head, and pressed the lyrics to his face: "Ah——I suddenly feel so stressed——"

"It's not the first time for you to be on the public stage." Yin Jun complained about him, "How about Lao Zhuo and I! I haven't said I'm afraid yet!"

"But..." Song Wenxing paused, and a muffled voice came from under the paper, "I'm afraid."

Yin Jun was stunned.

He turned his face and looked at Chi Qiao, and saw the same distressed expression on Chi Qiao's face.

The smart Chi Qiao guessed what Song Wenxing was afraid of right away.

Yin Jun mouthed to Chi Qiao: "Sharp, light, pen."

Chi Qiao didn't speak, but nodded silently at Yin Jun.

Song Wenxing closed his eyes, and sprayed his breath evenly on the lyrics list on his face.

The light passed through the paper and fell on the eyelids, casting a red patch on the retina.

When he was in the N group, Song Wenxing had been on the public stage several times, so he can be regarded as an artist with stage experience.

After coming to 404, I also counted on the stage when I danced the theme song for the first stage.It's just that there were 100 people who emboldened him at the time, and he was standing on the edge, so there wouldn't be many shots on him.

Song Wenxing was completely submerged in the crowd, but it also diluted his timidity.

This time there were only five of them, and every move on stage could be clearly recorded by the high-definition camera.

In addition, he is now in the C position, which is even more eye-catching.

Song Wenxing was really a little scared.

He remembered the night of Orange Video's anniversary celebration a few months ago, when someone swept his eyes with a laser pointer on the stage.

He was really not sure if he could calmly face those malice now.

Chi Qiao didn't know how to comfort people.

He stretched out his hand, like comforting a small animal, squeezed Song Wenxing's shoulder comfortingly, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, we are all here."

"Yeah, don't be afraid, Dad is here." Yin Jun grabbed Song Wenxing's shoulders, "Whoever dares to scan you with a laser pointer, I will fly directly from the stage and kick him."

Song Wenxing took the lyrics off his face and laughed: "You will be tied up by your father later and go home."

"Do you want me to teach you how to rap?"

Suddenly someone asked from behind.

Song Wenxing turned around and found that Zhuo Yixiao had walked behind him at some point, with his hands in his pockets, looking down at him.

Song Wenxing's eyes lit up: "Old Zhuo! Are you willing to teach me?"

"Actually, I don't really want to waste time on you." Zhuo Yixiao went to the front with a cold face, "I just feel ashamed to say it. I am a professional rapper, how can I share a dorm with a reader."

Everyone knew that Zhuo Yixiao had a knife mouth and a tofu heart, so they all laughed.

Especially Song Wenxing, he clenched his hands into fists, swept away the disappointment just now, and was very excited: "Okay! Then I will teach you to sing too!"

"Okay." Zhuo Yixiao turned his face away, agreeing reluctantly.

Chi Qiao suggested: "Well, let's allocate time. When Yi Xiao teaches Wen Xing to sing rap, I will take Yin Jun to practice the movements together. When you guys are OK, I will help Wen Xing to dance, and this will take turns. Come, let's take a rest."

"Okay." Zhuo Yixiao turned his face back and glanced at Song Wenxing, "How are you going to teach me to sing?"

"Play the piano. I will accompany you and teach you to sing." Song Wenxing got up from the ground and pointed to the piano in the corner of the classroom.

"You can also play the piano?" Zhuo Yixiao raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"You really think I'm a waste?" Song Wenxing slapped him on the shoulder unhappily, "I can also compose lyrics and music!"

"Okay, you're a genius." Zhuo Yixiao nodded, "Then hurry up, I'll teach you how to rap first."

Song Wenxing's problem is very simple, he is best at singing slow-tempo ballad songs, and sweet songs with relaxed tunes are also OK.

However, he over-pursued the clear articulation, and he would unconsciously bring this habit into it when he rapped, causing the rap to be sung like a poetry recitation.

"You don't need to bite every word so clearly, like the 'of' in this lyrics, you can pass it vaguely, you don't need to sing it clearly." After helping Song Wenxing change the lyrics, Zhuo Yixiao sang to him Repeatedly, "Don't carry it, make it like a news broadcast. Remember, at this moment you are an underground singer, you are a rapper, you are a resident singer in a bar, and you are the wildest boy in all 404. You can do anything, except that you are not host."

Song Wenxing tried several times according to the method Zhuo Yixiao taught, imagining himself as a prodigal son with dreadlocks like Zhuo Yixiao, singing with his eyes closed and shaking his head.

I am rapper!I am a prodigal son!I'm Little Cool! Skrskrskr!

"Hey, hey." Zhuo Yixiao raised his eyebrows, and nodded to Song Wenxing, "There's an inside smell!"

"If you can't sing lively, you can lower the key. It doesn't have to be exactly the same as the original song. We can adapt the original song." When it was Song Wenxing's turn to teach, they used the piano, "Try to sing in a lazy way." Sing in a deep voice."

Zhuo Yixiao, who was sitting next to him, frowned, and didn't seem to understand.

"I'll demonstrate it again."

Song Wenxing said, put his hands on the piano keys, pressed a few tunes, and tried it "ǎāāà".

After finding a tune that he thought should be suitable for Zhuo Yixiao, Song Wenxing began to sing: "Unresolved eyes, heart like a needle in the sea..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhuo Yixiao's eyes changed.

The style of the original song is relaxed and lively, giving people a feeling of sweet campus love.

But Zhuo Yixiao couldn't sing, and would go out of tune.

Song Wenxing dropped a few keys, because he played and sang by himself, he even re-arranged the tune impromptuly and slowed down the tune.

"You can still sing like this..." Zhuo Yixiao muttered to himself with a shocked expression.

Song Wenxing choked after he sang a few lines: "Ahem, ahem..."

The sound of his cough brought Zhuo Yixiao back to his senses, and he quickly patted his back to ease his breath: "What's wrong?"

"I'm choking...cough cough..." Song Wenxing coughed for a long time before recovering, "Oh no, I can't sing this low, I get choked every time I drop the key."

Zhuo Yixiao stood up, went to the side and brought a bottle of water: "Here, water."

"Try it, I'll accompany you." Song Wenxing drank a few sips of water, screwed on the bottle cap, put the mineral water bottle on the ground, and pressed the piano key again, "I'll give you a head start, come..."

Zhuo Yixiao tried singing it a few times, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was much better.

The most important thing is that he can sing up, without losing tune!

It's so touching!

"Wait, I'll call the rest of our group." Zhuo Yixiao stood up from the stool and disappeared with a whoosh.

When he came back again, he brought all his team members.

Everyone took the lyrics and stood in front of Song Wenxing.

So, Song Wenxing played and sang to himself according to the tune just now.

Among the five members of Zhuo Yixiao's group, three are rappers and subwoofers.

It's a little difficult for everyone to sing, and they can't sing the tune of the original song at all.

Even if the other two are vocals, they can't recover. It's already pretty good if I don't get taken away.

Therefore, even though their dancing part has been done long ago, they have been having headaches in singing, and the instructors are not very satisfied.

After listening to Song Wenxing's lower-key arrangement, everyone said in surprise: "It's really good to sing!"

"Why didn't we think of that!"

"Thinking is too rigid." Zhuo Yixiao rubbed his temples.

"Then are you going to re-arrange the song?" Song Wenxing asked, "But there are still three days, so is it too late?"

"No, no, no." The rest of the blue team shook their heads like four side-by-side rattles, "It's better than going to the scene of the car accident."

"Then I can help you re-arrange the song. The first part is a slow song, and the later climax part is suddenly reversed. If it is changed to rap, it will definitely explode." Song Wenxing said generously.

……

With the help of Song Wenxing, the blue team reorganized the song.

Everyone was very satisfied and thanked Song Wenxing one after another.

After everything was settled, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening. Chi Qiao and Yin Jun both went back to take a bath first, and planned to get up early tomorrow to continue practicing.

Zhuo Yixiao practiced rap with Song Wenxing for a while before the two packed their things and went back to the dormitory together.

When going downstairs, Zhuo Yixiao asked Song Wenxing: "Are you hungry? Shall I buy you a snack or something?"

"Why? Want to repay me?" Song Wenxing patted him on the back generously, "You're welcome."

Zhuo Yixiao sneered: "Don't eat and let go."

Ten minutes later, they were standing in front of the convenience store downstairs, holding an ice cream in each hand.

"It's so cold, so cold, so cold." Song Wenxing breathed out the air-conditioning while biting the cream ice cream, exhaling white mist, "Wow, I'm freezing to death!"

Zhuo Yixiao took a bite of mung bean ice, his teeth trembled from the cold.

With that mung bean ice in his mouth, he looked at Song Wenxing suspiciously: "In such a cold day, is it really okay to eat ice?"

"Oh, it's okay, why are you a mother-in-law like Brother Jun?" Song Wenxing said, taking another bite of the ice cream, squinting his eyes, and showing a satisfied smile, "Wuhu! I'm freezing to death!"

It's winter now, and Yin Jun usually doesn't let Song Wenxing buy cold drinks, saying that he is afraid that he will spoil his stomach by eating too much.

So Chi Qiao was also very cautious, not even letting him drink cold water.

Now that Yin Jun and Chi Qiao are not here, Zhuo Yixiao will definitely not care about him, so Song Wenxing seizes the opportunity to steal ice cream.

They walked back to the dormitory, Song Wenxing took a mouthful of ice cream, and suddenly asked: "Hey Lao Zhuo, don't you know music very well?"

In fact, for trainees who have some background in music or have signed a company for training, lowering the key and re-arranging are very simple things, but Zhuo Yixiao doesn't seem to understand.

It's very strange, it's not like this for amateurs without a company.

Hearing Song Wenxing's question, Zhuo Yixiao was silent for a while.

He took a bite of the frozen mung bean ice, swallowed it before it completely melted in his mouth, and said, "I learned it by myself by reading books and looking for videos on the Internet, and I didn't learn many things well."

Originally thought that Song Wenxing would laugh at him, or comfort him with a sympathetic expression.

Zhuo Yixiao thought in his heart, if Song Wenxing really dared to do this, he would immediately withdraw his intention to be friends with Song Wenxing.

Unexpectedly, Song Wenxing next to him said: "Hey! Then you are really handsome! Did you learn rap and dance by yourself?"

"Yeah." Zhuo Yixiao paused, turned his head, and frowned at him, "There's no need to brag about rainbow farts like that."

"Why am I blowing your rainbow farts? Will you give me money?" Song Wenxing sipped the cream ice cream and gave him a blank look, "Do you think I'm someone who flatters to save my friends' face?"

"...Oh, that's true." Zhuo Yixiao turned his face away, and took another bite of mung bean ice.

The ice in my mouth is cold, but the word "friend" warms my heart.

Song Wenxing was indeed not that kind of person.

So what he said was true.

He really thought he was handsome and powerful.

"If you don't understand, you don't understand." Song Wenxing continued, "It's not that you don't understand all your life, as long as you learn. Don't I also know how to sing rap? Do you think I have low self-esteem? Don't I still dance happily on stage? ?”

Yes, you are an odd man.

Zhuo Yixiao paused, and suddenly wanted to tell him about himself: "My family is not very good. I started working as a part-time resident singer in a bar when I was in high school, but I can only repeat the songs that others have sung. I don’t know anything else at all, rap is relatively simple and easy to learn for me. Dancing is also learned by myself..."

Song Wenxing turned his head and was waiting for Zhuo Yixiao to continue, but unexpectedly, Zhuo Yixiao stopped suddenly: "Forget it. There is nothing to say."

No one speaks only half of what he says!Hate!

Song Wenxing took a bite of the cream ice cream and clicked his tongue: "Hey, how can someone forcefully cut off half of the shit?"

Zhuo Yixiao: "???"

"There's something wrong with you." Zhuo Yixiao frowned like hemp rope, with a look of disgust, "Song Wenxing, can you describe it in a more disgusting way?"

"Ah, yes, do you want to hear it?" Song Wenxing asked.

"...shut up, you."

Song Wenxing chuckled, bypassing Zhuo Yixiao's sudden interruption of the topic: "Ah, we're almost at the dormitory, let's go upstairs after eating downstairs. Otherwise, the two of them will see me when we go back, and they'll talk about me again." .”

"En." Zhuo Yixiao responded.

They stood in front of the gate of the dormitory building, and no one spoke.

The two stood side by side, staring at the dark night sky in silence, listening to the sound of the cold wind blowing through the leaves, and the laughter of the trainees coming from upstairs, and slowly finished the ice cream in their hands.

In the middle of the night, Song Wenxing was suddenly awakened by the pain.

When he woke up, he found that he was covered in cold sweat, even his thick pajamas were wet, the clothes were sticking to his skin, and his whole back was icy cold.

The severe cramps from the abdomen made Song Wenxing gasp for breath, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead drop by drop.

I rely on!

You shouldn't be greedy and steal that ice cream!

Everyone is very busy and tired, so we can only hurry up to supplement sleep.Song Wenxing didn't want to wake up Yin Jun and the others, so he curled up into a ball and suffered under the quilt for more than 20 minutes.

But the intense dizziness and abdominal pain made his eyes go blank.

Stomach hurts...so nauseous...

In the end, Song Wenxing was in so much pain that he couldn't bear it anymore.

He sat up, lifted the quilt with soft hands and feet, and wanted to find medicine in the drawer, but when he climbed out of bed along the escalator, he accidentally stepped on the air and fell directly to the ground from midair!

The other three people in the dormitory were awakened by a loud noise.

First, the bed frame shook violently, and then there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Yin Jun sat up suddenly, still in a daze, muttering to himself: "What's the matter? What's the matter? An earthquake?"

A second later, a loud cry came from the ground next to him: "Wow——"

Before Yin Jun could react, Chi Qiao from the next shop had already thrown off the quilt and jumped off the bed: "Wen Xing?"

Immediately afterwards, Zhuo Yixiao, who was on the upper bunk, also got up and reached out to press the light switch.

The whole room lit up instantly, and everyone could clearly see Song Wenxing lying on the ground curled up into a ball:

"!!!"

Suddenly falling off the bed made Song Wenxing's already unbearable abdominal pain even worse.

He cried out in pain, with snot and tears all over his face.

The other three people in the dormitory were all terrified. Chi Qiao, who reacted the fastest, helped Song Wenxing up from the ground to check whether he was injured. Yin Jun and Zhuo Yixiao jumped off the bed too.

"What's going on?" Yin Jun was in a panic and shouted, "Why did you fall down?!"

"Stomach hurts..." Song Wenxing leaned on Chi Qiao, crying and said, "My butt hurts too... I want to vomit... ah..."

"He ate ice cream tonight!" Zhuo Yixiao frowned, and immediately thought of the ice cream that Song Wenxing ate before going to bed.

Yin Jun gasped: "Damn it! He can't eat ice in winter!"

Chi Qiao, the only one who remained calm, said, "Hurry up and send him to the infirmary!"

Yin Jun hurried to get Song Wenxing's coat and put it on for him.

The careful Chi Qiao didn't forget to put on shoes and socks for Song Wenxing who was sitting barefoot and crying on the ground, while Zhuo Yixiao waited for them to clean up Song Wenxing, and carried him on his back.

The three of them rushed out of the dormitory without even closing the door.

Running all the way to the elevator, Zhuo Yixiao discovered that the elevator was still on the 15th floor.

But Song Wenxing, who was lying on his back, was in so much pain that he couldn't cry.

He rested his head on Zhuo Yixiao's shoulder, trembling and sobbing, his whole body twitching, looking very pitiful.

Zhuo Yixiao was very anxious, complaining in his heart that he let Song Wenxing eat ice cream tonight.

He stared at the slowly changing number of the elevator floor for a second, cursed in a low voice, turned around and rushed towards the safe passage with Song Wenxing on his back: "No more! Let's take the stairs!"

There was a short distance between the dormitory building and the building where the infirmary was located, Zhuo Yixiao ran ahead with Song Wenxing on his back, Yin Jun and Chi Qiao followed his buttocks and put their hands on their hands for fear that Song Wenxing would fall.

When running halfway, they suddenly met an unexpected person.

Lu Zhicheng, who came over temporarily to make rounds on shifts, flashed his flashlight and looked at their panicked appearances in surprise: "Hey, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing?"

Then, his gaze fell on the familiar head and brown hair on Zhuo Yixiao's shoulder, his pupils shrank suddenly: "What's wrong with Song Wenxing?!"

Seeing Lu Zhicheng, Zhuo Yixiao had to stop and anxiously explained: "He's not feeling well! We're going to the infirmary now!"

"I'll hug him!" Lu Zhicheng immediately walked up quickly, and threw the flashlight into Yin Jun's arms.

"But..." Zhuo Yixiao frowned.

"Hurry up! Why are you still standing there?" Lu Zhicheng's tone was more anxious than the three of them, showing a rare serious expression.

Seeing Zhuo Yixiao stuck in place, Lu Zhicheng simply stepped forward to pick him up.

Seeing Lu Zhicheng's posture of coming up to snatch someone, Zhuo Yixiao could only carefully transfer Song Wenxing on his back into Lu Zhicheng's arms.

Song Wenxing had lost consciousness, his face was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, and even the strands of his hair were wet with cold sweat.

The moment he fell into Lu Zhicheng's arms, he almost subconsciously curled up and leaned his head into Lu Zhicheng's arms.

Lu Zhicheng put one arm around Song Wenxing's back and passed under his armpit, and the other arm passed through the bend of his knee, holding Song Wenxing firmly in his arms.

After catching Song Wenxing, he raised his head and glanced at Chi Qiao and the three of them: "I'll take him to the infirmary, you guys go back and get dressed first."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for their response, Lu Zhicheng turned around and ran away with Song Wenxing in his arms, faster than Zhuo Yixiao.

For some reason, after handing over Song Wenxing to Lu Zhicheng, Chi Qiao and the three of them suddenly felt relieved.

It's like handing over a sick kitten to its owner.

They stood in place, staring at Lu Zhicheng's retreating back, their hearts fluttered and finally fell back halfway.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the three of them shivered in unison.

Only then did they realize that they were too anxious just now, they only remembered to put on shoes, socks, coat and scarf for Song Wenxing, but they were only wearing thin pajamas.

The three of them looked at each other, looking at each other's embarrassed appearance.

One of Chi Qiao's slippers, which has always been elegant, slipped off, and she ran all the way with one bare foot, and the instep was scratched somewhere.

Zhuo Yixiao's clothes were disheveled, and his dreadlocks were as messy as an exploding mop.

Yin Jun glanced at Zhuo Yixiao, pointed at him and laughed loudly: "Hey, Lao Zhuo, you still have gum hanging from the corner of your eye! Hahahahahaha!"

Zhuo Yixiao: "..."

Zhuo Yixiao indifferently wiped off his eye feces with his thumb, took a look at Yin Jun, and suddenly sneered: "Yo, it's still bright red, natal year? It's so festive."

Yin Jun: "What big red?"

Chi Qiao, who suddenly regained the pain in his tailbone, smiled awkwardly, and pointed at his pants.

Yin Jun looked down, only to realize that he didn't even put on his pajama pants, and the pajama pants were hanging on his buttocks, revealing a large section of red underwear.

Yin Jun: "..."

The author has something to say: Zhuo Yixiao: Come on, love each other and kill each other :)

Yin Jun: You die for me!

Chi Qiao: Don't fight, you have to go to the infirmary to fight.

Song Wenxing: Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Lu Zhicheng: Fortunately, I came back temporarily in the middle of the night :)

First it's that dick, then it's that underwear, this dormitory... tsk