If I were you

The next morning, Wu Fan got up early for an unprecedented time. When he went downstairs to wash up, Huang Zitao, who had just woken up to do yoga, stared at him in horror for a long time, still feeling a little unbelievable.

"Wu Fan, what day is it today? Why did you get up so early?" Huang Zitao went to the balcony to stretch his muscles while breathing, and the words in his mouth became ambiguous.

"Brother, you have to work hard and be a good man." Wu Fan took advantage of the gap between washing his face and replied without raising his head.

"What, what a good guy? This is such a mess." Huang Zitao said contemptuously, and then stretched his hands together, trying to relax his body.

Wu Fan washed his face without making a sound. After a while, he went to grab the towel, and then he replied: "Brother is a man, what's wrong?"

Huang Zitao didn't hold his breath, his movements loosened up, all kinds of discomfort: "Don't look up to Yixing, can you, I can't stand this speed."

"Hmm... what's the matter?" A weak voice came from upstairs, Wu Fan and Huang Zitao looked together, and it was Zhang Yixing who was wearing a vest and standing on the second floor with a dazed face. At the entrance of the stairs, the expression on his face turned calm after a while: "Oh, am I lying on the gun again?"

The corner of Wu Fan's mouth twitched twice: "Xingxing, you use this word well..."

"I'm used to it anyway, so just bully me." Zhang Yixing returned to a half-asleep state, walking down the stairs with his eyes unfocused.

"Is it okay to have a conscience? You are the favorite of the group, how dare we bully you?" Huang Zitao rolled his eyes and continued doing yoga.

"Don't, don't, don't, you are irreplaceable and irreplaceable in this group of favorites, how can I have anything to do with it, right?" Zhang Yixing let go of the armrest and swung his hands, and would fall forward if he made a wrong step.

"Be careful!" Wu Fan was still watching the fun, but suddenly he broke out in a cold sweat. He was relieved to see Zhang Yixing support him quickly.

Zhang Yixing was also obviously frightened, and rushed down the stairs three steps at a time, all drowsiness disappeared.

While wiping his face, Wu Fan tugged at Zhang Yixing: "I said, can you grow some snacks, don't keep walking and sleeping like Little Black Clock."

Zhang Yixing looked at Wu Fan eagerly: "So, is Zhong Ren lying on the gun this time?"

Wu Fan had a headache. Seeing Huang Zitao doing serious morning exercises, he dragged Zhang Yixing to hide quietly in a corner: "Let's go with me at noon today. Qingqing studied rap all afternoon and all night yesterday. I thought that I can practice at any time. It's more reliable to learn the dance steps first, you know I can't teach it myself, right..."

Zhang Yixing was stunned for a moment, and then he was surprised: "She wants to learn?"

"Can't I stop participating in performances all afternoon, can I?" Wu Fan was also very helpless: "Generally, concerts are held at night, so we have no choice."

Zhang Yixing gave Wu Fan a slightly weird look, and Wu Fan was furious. After a while, he nodded and said, "Okay, just call me when you leave."

Wu Fan cheerfully reached out for a givemefive, but Zhang Yixing completely ignored him, half-closed his eyes and yawned and left.

Wu Fan touched his nose in embarrassment, why did Zhang Yixing feel a little restless when An Qing was mentioned?

Little did he know that Zhang Yixing was imagining infinitely in his heart, the same body, this is a plot that only appears in movies and novels, the hero and heroine... love sparks... OMG!Could it be that Wu Fan is about to fall in love? !It's very visual...

Wu Fan watched Zhang Yixing walk into the bathroom, then strode back to the bedroom to change clothes, put on a hat and went out with bread in his mouth.

Huang Zitao happened to be changing positions, seeing Wu Fan's agitated appearance, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Captain! Image, image, don't you want this?!"

In order to race against time, Wu Fan is going all out.It's just an image, he has a little bit of aura, no one should pay attention to him early in the morning, right?

After another hour, several members entered the company one after another, and some said they would come back in the afternoon. Visually, they were tired and paralyzed yesterday and were catching up on sleep.

Wu Fan dragged Park Canlie to yo-yo, but his mind drifted to Zhang Yixing. This guy is too desperate, and An Qing's life in the afternoon probably won't be easy...

An Qing, who practiced rap all night, was woken up by a loud noise after sleeping for a few hours. Although she couldn't yawn, rub her eyes and stretch herself, she still hummed as much as she could to announce to the world that she woke up .

Feeling that no one is paying attention to her, An Qing opened her eyes to look, and she was looking at a pair of big eyes that were more beautiful than women's. An Qing was blindfolded for a moment, and said stammeringly: "Wu, Wu, Wu Xiaofan! What are you doing? !"

Wu Fan pretended to be calm and pushed Park Chanyeol who was pressing on him: "Don't make trouble, let's continue, where were we just now?"

Park Chanyeol stared at Wu Fan innocently, but refused to move: "Brother tripped me just now, I can't get up, brother hug me up!"

Wu Fan was dying of a headache: "Cancan, you are so big, can you hug me?!"

Park Chanyeol spread his limbs like a dead fish: "I don't care, I don't care, I can't get up!"

Wu Fan was helpless, and tried his best to grab Park Chanyeol's waist and try to hug him, and then he heard screams like crazy in his ears.

"You, you, you, you! What are you doing?! Let go of that Sao Nian!" An Qing yelled for a long time and saw that Wu Fan's expression remained unchanged, and she couldn't help but want to squat on the ground and draw circles: "How dare I believe you? It's clear..."

Wu Fan finally failed, and complained weakly: [Don't do this, trust me, I'm really innocent...]

An Qing completely ignored him, and kept muttering: "Niu Can... ..."