After saving Meiqiang, I became popular all over the world

"How is it possible." Qiao Zhi said with a smile, "I can swim! I just accidentally choked on it."

Ye Cike shook his head: "No. You can't fool me."

Ye Cike grew up by the sea, so he can tell at a glance if he is afraid of water.

For example, people who are really afraid of water are even afraid of shower nozzles and splashes, and will struggle and shout "towel" after being dazzled by water; Water people are actually afraid of an unstable environment, and they have no way to fight against their instincts.

The subconscious first reaction is the least deceptive.

"Bairan just learned how to swim, and you are afraid of water. I think tomorrow's competition will be forgotten. It doesn't matter if you are the last one in the selection, safety is the most important thing."

Qiao Zhihuan immediately dived into the water and smiled at him through the sea water, with a very clear meaning: he is really not afraid of water.

He persisted for several minutes before breaking out of the water: "I'm really fine. I used to have underwater shows."

Ye Cike turned around and left without saying a word.

"Don't!" Qiao Zhihuan grabbed his back and let it go immediately, "I don't want to give up before starting. How will you know the result if you don't try it."

Ye Cike still turned his back on him: "You have to tell the truth."

Qiao Zhihuan was lying on the board, and the small waves pulled him back and forth. After a while, he whispered, "How did you see that?"

In fact, at the beginning, Qiao Zhihuan didn't have the concept of "fear of water".

The manager who took him asked him to shoot underwater, and he didn't think much about it until the day of the shooting, the manager took him up a sea cliff more than ten meters high.

The sea is completely different from the swimming pool. The moment he fell into the icy water wrapped in the cold wind, he seemed to have sunk into a bottomless, icy suffocating hole. The inside was bottomless, and he could only fall endlessly in suffocation.

The fear that had been hiding in the deepest part of his body was suddenly awakened. In his desperation, he forgot to hold his breath, forgot to inhale and exhale through his nose, but took a big mouthful of sea water.

After he was fished out, he fell into a coma for three whole days. During those three days, his dreams were filled with layers of dark and oppressive seabeds. As long as he struggled, the seawater like a sharp sword would immediately rush into his throat. After waking up in the middle of the night, he entered a new seabed again.

For three days, it was all a dream within a dream that exhausted him.

"... At that time, I forced myself to practice for several months, and tried thousands of times by the sea. I thought I had overcome it long ago."

"Nervousness can be overcome. But some instinctive fears are difficult." Ye Cike said, "It's not your fault. You don't have to push yourself like this."

Ye Cike analyzed the pros and cons with him. The program group must have investigated these three events beforehand. Each sport should have a candidate that they have chosen in advance. There is no need to fight for the first place. It is better to focus on safety.

Qiao Zhihuan sternly refused: "But I'm the captain! There's no reason for the captain to take the lead in running away."

Ye Cike was speechless.

The surfboard was brought to a reef by the waves, and the black reef ate half of the moon.

Qiao Zhihuan propped her chin to look at the moon, and asked casually, "Ms. Ye, why did you learn to dance in the first place?"

Before Ye Cike answered, he added directly: "I am because... I found that as long as I dance well, everyone will be very happy. Just like I get high marks in exams, win prizes in competitions, go on tour... these are not because of I want it, but because if I do well, everyone will be happy."

"Happy for everyone, happy for the manager, happy for the people who like me... But I seem to have forgotten the most important person."

"I'm not happy with myself."

He looked back at Ye Cike: "That's why I envy Teacher Ye. You must have such surging emotions on stage because you like dancing."

"...Yes. But also no."

Ye Cike floated beside him, his tone was as gentle as the sea water: "Actually, I haven't composed a new dance drama for a long time."

Although "Zhou" and "Limbo" are unpopular, they are still popular in the modern dance theater circle, especially "Limbo", many very strict art review magazines speculate and ridicule the lonely Ye Cike , they are not stingy with their praises for the works, and at the end of all the articles, there is a sentence, "Even if we seriously doubt that the director himself is a lunatic, we still look forward to the new light brought by this crazy star." .

But these words were like a curse, weighing heavily on Ye Cike's spine.

Those critics were right. The broken and decaying stage ideas of "Zhou" and "Limbo" did come from his own chaotic emotions. He was born to draw inspiration from destroyed and broken things, but sometimes, he I will also doubt myself in turn, is he really an out-and-out lunatic like the critics say?

What is this talent?Still sick?

He tried to isolate himself, tried to get rid of those emotional impulses that wanted him to be destroyed and torn apart, and tried new things countless times, but he was more and more unable to devote himself to creation, choreography, painting, and stage design. Everything seemed to be in one place. Within two years, it collapsed rapidly.

He is not lacking in emotions, let alone lacking in the desire to create.

Facing the blank canvas and atlas, countless surging impulses collided in his body, but he couldn't draw anything, which was more despairing than being bored with creation.

"I seem to be trapped in a strange circle of emotions, and I can feel that my world is narrowing." Ye Cike said, "But I... can't do anything."

"Nothing." Qiao Zhihuan smiled at him, "A few days ago, the painting that Mr. Ye improvised on me was very good. It was enthusiastic, public, and very eye-catching."

...It was the only new painting he had drawn in more than a year, and it was completed in one go.

Unexpectedly, that painting was not presented on the canvas or on the stage, but was carried by a living person.

Ye Cike watched him quietly, paused for a moment, and then he suddenly said, "Do you know that you have a mole on your shoulder?"

"Is there?!" Qiao Zhihuan was a little surprised, and desperately wanted to look behind her, "Where is it?"

Obviously going into the water today, Qiao Zhihuan put on a white shirt inexplicably. The thin material was already half-moistened, and it stuck tightly to the skin, and her beautiful back was half-transparent.

Ye Cike clearly remembered the location of the mole.

His fingertips tapped Qiao Zhihuan's back and shoulder blades lightly, "Here."

That day, after he tore open his clothes, he made his first pen.

Qiao Zhihuan suddenly asked: "You didn't paint that day to cover it up...Is it ugly?"

Ye Cike shook his head in denial.

After tearing off the shirt, his back was delicate and smooth, as white as jade, except for a light red mole on the seam between the shoulder blade and the back of the heart, which moved slightly with breathing.

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Qiao Zhihuan didn't believe it at all, and wanted to go to Little Fang to see her mole, Ye Cike panicked and grabbed his wrist.

Qiao Zhihuan looked at him suspiciously.

"...It's not ugly, it's really not ugly. How about..." Ye Cike closed his eyes, his Adam's apple slipped slightly, and said in a deep voice, "It's very sexy."

Qiao Zhihuan was speechless for a moment.

He is often praised as "beautiful", "good-looking", and sometimes "handsome", but this is the first time he has been praised as sexy.

Still being praised by men.

Still a handsome man.

But I have to say, this praise is very useful to him.

"Hey!" On the shore, a profiteer waved at them from a distance, "Children, mother duck is here, it's already twelve o'clock, hurry up and go home to find mother!"

Qiao Zhihuan was speechless: "...how could there be such a lowly person."

They didn't swim far, and soon reached the shallows. Qiao Zhihuan was standing by the ferry, wringing the water out of his shirt. Ye Cike followed: "There is something I've wanted to ask you for a long time. On the day you went to the island, you asked for it on purpose." Room 1224, said to be my lucky number, is that... your birthday?"

"Ah, what happened at that time. It's not my birthday, but it's a lucky day."

The water on the shirt splashed all over the floor, and Qiao Zhi turned around with a smile, "It was Christmas Eve that day. I was put in a small basket and thrown at the entrance of an orphanage."

Ye Cike was stunned on the spot.

Qiao Zhihuan passed by the little fang who was still lingering, and pulled him out of the water: "Stop playing, go home!"

It was almost two o'clock in the morning when I returned to the dormitory and finished packing.

Wei Lingsu came here on purpose, and Stardiv asked him for Qiao Zhihuan's Weibo account, saying it was for publicity.

This is reasonable, Qiao Zhihuan didn't say much.

Afterwards, Wei Ling said that due to the influence of public opinion on the first day, many people voted for Zhao Yingjie without knowing it. As a result, Zhao Yingjie had a high number of base votes and had a first-mover advantage, so now the gap with Qiao Zhihuan's votes was tight.

If nothing else, Junior C should choose between him and Zhao Yingjie.

Qiao Zhihuan couldn't be happier. Wei Lingsu thought he was worried about being caught up by Zhao Yingjie, so he comforted him and said, "Zhao Yingjie has nearly 2 votes less than you. With a driver's license, the ticket pool is much smaller, and the ticket difference of [-] is not easy for him to chase."

"I'm not worried about that." Qiao Zhihuan asked, "Where's Teacher Ye? How about his votes?"

Wei Ling told the truth: "He is close to [-] votes behind you, and the voting will close at [-]:[-] pm tomorrow. Unless he goes out of the circle and explodes right now, it's impossible."

"But--"

But Ye Cike should be the junior C. When the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to tell Wei Ling, so he shook his head and sighed: "Forget it, you should rest early."

Wei Lingsu stared at him and fell asleep, and helped turn off the light in Qiao Zhihuan's room before leaving.

At this time, five thousand kilometers away, the sun was rising on the other side of the continent.

Just after eight o'clock, StardivBeauty's official blog posted a poster with the text: "#StardivBeauty#Toulouse's heart, a touch of fall, Limone's peach and apricot, heart-pounding sniper. @叶耳柯@谢智huan invites you to taste the lip color together. "

The accompanying picture is the one where Ye Cike leaned over and wiped his own lip color on Qiao Zhihuan's lips.

Early in the morning when traffic was supposed to be thin, this Weibo immediately went viral.

In the afternoon of the next day, the sky was clear and blue.

The white sailboats parked neatly in the bay area, the shallow water area was full of lanes, and the red and yellow rescue boats patrolled with sirens, and the sea was overflowing with golden light.

Only two swishing sounds were heard, the staff stepped on the water jet aircraft, rocketed into the air, and unfurled the banner: "Made in the Stars" Singing Games!

On the beach, the students were bustling and divided into two groups, arguing with each other.

While talking nonsense about our Qin Fen's five-year freestyle and three-year solo sailing, and the other side bragging about our Liu Zhiyun's ten-year freestyle and six-year solo sailing, there was a commotion on both sides. Zhao Yingjie saw Qiao Zhihuan at a glance, and stepped forward with some hesitation, "Qiao... Juvenile?"

Qiao Zhihuan teased him: "Why, you also have 15 years of freestyle swimming and nine years of solo sailing?"

Zhao Yingjie looked at him and couldn't believe his eyes.

On the first stage, including the subsequent appearances, Zhao Yingjie's impression of him was only "beautiful", "delicate" and even a little fragile.

Unexpectedly, today's Qiao Zhihuan is holding a nearly two-meter-long carbon black surfboard with one hand, standing in his pocket, equipped with laser polarized goggles, and a professional protective suit with silver threads tightly attached to his muscles. Tall and straight, the whole body is full of aggression.

Zhao Yingjie's mind went blank for a moment, his lips moved dryly twice, and it took him a long time to recover, "You, you are very handsome today!"

The author has something to say: Thank you lllllemon and Weishangyoulan for their nutrient solution~

Thanks to WY for the deep water torpedo~