The top idol is not a substitute

"We live on the fifth floor." Yan Xuan thought for a few seconds, instead of waiting for the elevator, she dragged Song Xiangsi to the entrance of the corridor.

Song Xiangsi quietly followed behind her.

"I used to play like this with my friends when I was in elementary school." Yan Xuan let go of Song Xiangsi's hand and stopped in front of the stairs, "Guess the boxing game, if you win, take one step and see who gets to the fifth floor first."

[It's so naive, I haven't played this game since I graduated from kindergarten. 】

【"About My Idol is a Kindergarten Kid"】

Song Xiangsi nodded and said with a light smile, "Is that a bet?"

As if she didn't hear what she said, Yan Xuan asked the filming director at the side: "Do I live in 501 or 502?"

"501."

"Then you live in 502." Yan Xuan raised her chin and told Song Xiangsi.

Only then did Song Xiangsi realize that the program crew did not arrange for the two to live together, she frowned slightly, and exchanged glances with Yan Xuan.

[I feel like the two of them are making secret signals. 】

[Is there any bet that my honorable member can't listen to? 】

[I have a bold guess about this bet. 】

"Come on," Song Xiangsi paused, hid her hands behind her back, and said, "I'll make the cloth."

Yan Xuan narrowed her eyes: "Don't try to confuse me."

He reminded her not to confuse her, but at the moment when it was actually going on, Yan Xuan believed that she would produce cloth and directly produced scissors.

"Hey, are you really out of cloth?"

While sighing, he thought about taking a step forward, and this step was three steps.

Song Xiangsi: "Third floor?"

Yan Xuan: "That's right, one step. I'm being conservative. I could have crossed four floors."

"I understand." Song Xiangsi said.

When Yan Xuan heard this, she immediately straightened her body, as if she was facing a formidable enemy.

Unexpectedly, Song Xiangsi just said: "I will make scissors."

Yan Xuan hesitated for two seconds, and a stone came out.

"Win again?" Yan Xuan went up three more steps, then turned around and said, "You let me?"

Song Xiangsi smiled and shook her head: "No."

[Ouch, this hasn't stopped yet, I'm really fed up with the sour smell of love. 】

[If the guess is correct, Song Song will definitely produce a stone next. 】

Yan Xuan: "Then what will you do next?"

Song Xiangsi: "Stone."

It was Yan Xuan who won again, climbing nine steps in a row, and there was already a huge distance between the two of them.

[Tsk tsk 520 ah 520, I have to say that this way of confessing is really stupid, but since the other party is Mr. Song, this way is also inlaid with gold. 】

【Stupid Xuanxuan, your Song Song is confessing to you. 】

However, Yan Xuan didn't notice it at this moment, and only urged Song Xiangsi to win two rounds quickly.

"I'll play this game, you beat me quickly." Yan Xuan urged.

Under Yan Xuan's disclosure, Song Xiangsi won two rounds of boxing guessing.

[May I ask if you are happy to kill a dog? 】

[Why, why can you have such fun guessing a punch, and laugh so sweetly. 】

[Because someone else has a partner. 】

Down the fifth floor, Song Xiangsi always followed Yan Xuan's position on the third floor.

"I won, you remember our bet."

Song Xiangsi nodded: "Okay."

[? ? ?what bet? ? ? ?There is something that my dignified VIP did not hear. 】

Walking to the door of 501, Yan Xuan reacted belatedly. The door opened but she didn't go in. Instead, she turned to look at the next room, and happened to meet Song Xiangsi's eyes.

[Song Song's eyes are really inseparable from Xiaoxuan for a moment. 】

"Did you confess your love to me just now?" Yan Xuan asked while gesticulating with her hands, making sure that what Song Xiangsi had been gesticulating in order just now was cloth, scissors, rock and scissors, and when combined it looked like a 520.

"What do you think?" Song Xiangsi asked her with a smile.

Yan Xuan coughed lightly, but this cough did not make the corners of her raised mouth lower.

"Childish." She murmured softly, opened the door and walked in.

Song Xiangsi lowered her eyes and shook her head and laughed.

[Let's listen to everyone, the students in the small class in the kindergarten said that the students in the big class are childish. 】

Just a few seconds after Yan Xuan stepped into the room, she backed out again and made several gestures to Song Xiangsi's hands.

This is in response to Song Xiangsi's 520 just now.

After finishing, he ran back to the room shyly and closed the door.

【Help, say others are naive, but you end up being even more naive. 】

[Don't say that other people are kindergarten children, children have sweet love, how about you? 】

[Director team, please install a camera in this corridor, I guarantee that something big will happen tonight. 】

As guessed by the barrage, something big happened the next day.

The followers looked at Song Xiangsi who came to open the door in front of them, looked up at the door plate, and confirmed that this was Yan Xuan's room number.

"Ms. Song, this is..." The follower pointed to the room behind her.

"The bed in the room is too hard, I'm not used to it."

"..."

【"Check in at the same time but feel that the bed in the next room is softer"】

【Is this the bet they made yesterday? 】

[Upstairs +1, I think you are right, this must be the bet they conspired yesterday. 】

[The tacit understanding between the two has to be said to be really good, and they said everything without saying anything. 】

"Mr. Song, let's have breakfast."

Yan Xuan came out of the room, with a bun in her hair, wearing a pure white sweater and a long skirt, holding Song Xiangsi's hand.

"A few degrees below zero today, wear a coat." Song Xiangsi reminded.

Yan Xuan let out a long sigh, turned and went back to the room. After a while, she heard her shout:

"Song Song! Where is my red coat!"

"It's in the cabinet on the left, but that one is a bit thin. Wear the blue one, it's warmer."

"Okay. Listen to you, then you should wear more."

[I feel that the two get along very warmly in private. 】

[I used to think that it was inevitable for the two of them to get back together, they both cared so much about each other, how could they just break up. 】

Song Xiangsi and Yan Xuan had already arrived at the restaurant while the bullet screen was still full of emotions.

After arriving at the restaurant, the two felt a little hot.

"Forgot, the restaurant has heating."

"Then let's go out for a walk later."

After eating, the two went to a nearby park.

The program team was looking for a housing area that had just been built. There were fewer people and it was relatively quiet.

The two had just sat on the bench for a while, and the filming director reminded them that it was time to draw lots.

There are three dating venues in the first phase, which are selected by lottery.

"Learn to bike on the lawn." Yan Xuan silently read the above words, then turned to Song Xiangsi and asked, "You know how to ride a bike, don't you?"

Song Xiangsi bent her lips and nodded: "Thank you, Teacher Yan Xuan."

Yan Xuan laughed: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it. There are things you Song Xiangsi can't learn. I will definitely bully you later."

Song Xiangsi took her hand and shook it, with a hint of coquettishness: "You are reluctant."

"... Cough," Yan Xuan coughed lightly to cover up her emotions, and whispered, "Don't act like a baby."

[The girl in the blooming season began to doubt her ears, what did I hear. 】

[Song Song actually acted like a baby to Xuanxuan! !Who can bear this. 】

【Report!Yan Xuan blushed again! 】

It's not that Song Xiangsi has no foundation at all, it's just that she didn't really want to ride a bicycle after she fell down when she was a child, and since she didn't have the need to ride a bicycle, she never deliberately learned it.

"How did you fall when you were a child?" Yan Xuan asked aloud while helping her hold the back seat of the car.

"There is a section of the road that is being repaired. I didn't know it before. I found it when I made a sharp turn, and then fell into a ditch."

"Does it hurt? Where did you fall?"

"The knee hurt for a long time, and I didn't ride much after that."

"You're scared?"

"That's not true, I just find it troublesome."

"You're just scared."

"I think you seem to be more scared now."

"What am I afraid of? It's not that I can't ride a bicycle."

As soon as Yan Xuan finished speaking, Song Xiangsi stepped on the brakes and stopped, turned to look at her, and said with a smile:

"Mr. Yan Xuan, when will you let go of the back seat?"

Yan Xuan, who was talking about bullying her at the beginning, has been holding her in the backseat for several laps, and has no intention of letting go of the backseat yet.

【Hahaha I laughed so hard, it's because I'm afraid Song Song will fall, so I dare not let go of the back seat. 】

[Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha The duplicity must have been exposed. 】

Under her teasing gaze, Yan Xuan slowly let go of the back seat of the car with both hands, her expression changed from relaxed to more and more aggrieved, and finally muttered:

"I'm afraid you'll fall."

This change made Song Xiangsi dumbfounded, who would have the heart to say a word to her just because of her wronged appearance?

"My question, don't feel wronged, good boy." Song Xiangsi put her feet on the ground, took her hand to bring her closer, then raised her hand to stroke her cheek to comfort her.

"It was you who laughed at me, and you were the one who comforted me. You took care of both the good and the bad."

"My fault, I won't say that about my baby again next time."

[Is this something that a preschooler like me can watch? 】

[I admit that I laughed too loudly just now. 】

With Song Xiangsi's repeated assurances, Yan Xuan slowly let go of the back seat of the car.

After letting go, looking at Song Xiangsi and Yan Xuan who was driving steadily ahead, she fell into deep thought.

Facing the follow-up camera, he murmured: "Am I being cheated?"

[Yes, yes, she lied to you, treat her well. 】

【Treat her!】

However, before Yan Xuan could figure it out, she heard a soft cry, and when she turned her head, she saw that Song Xiangsi had fallen to the ground.

"Song Song." Yan Xuan hurried over, trying to help her up from the ground.

Song Xiangsi leaned against her.

"Where did you fall? Does it hurt?" Yan Xuan's heart ached to death, regretting that she should not have trusted Song Xiangsi to let go of her just now.

"It hurts, look it's red here."

As soon as the trouser legs were lifted, watching the red and swollen bumps, the audience in the live broadcast room fell into deep thought.

[Send it to the hospital quickly, or it will heal later. 】

However, Yan Xuan felt that the redness and swelling were just appearances, and Song Xiangsi must have suffered internal injuries, so she nervously asked her follower to find a doctor.

But was stopped by Song Xiangsi.

Song Xiangsi glanced at the camera assistant and said, "Lend me your handbag."

The assistant handed her the bag for no apparent reason.

And then behold...

Song Xiangsi kissed Yan Xuan, the handbag just blocked the two of them at this moment.

silence……

silence……

【Give!I!hate!Face!shoot!ah! 】

【Damn Song Xiangsi, actually stopped us from watching the kissing scene! 】

[If you don't show me, I'm going to make a fuss!Why borrow her handbag! ! 】

Yan Xuan was a little dazed, and didn't react until she saw Song Xiangsi's smile.

"So you don't hurt?"

Song Xiangsi shook her head: "It doesn't hurt, it's alive and kicking."

As if guessing what Yan Xuan was going to do, she ran away immediately after saying this.

"Song, Xiang, Si," Yan Xuan belatedly chased after her.

"Follow up quickly."

The followers were also in a hurry, and hurriedly followed.

Some of the audience in the live broadcast room were still laughing, and some were crying because they didn't see the kissing scene.

But Song Xiangsi and Yan Xuan had already run away, accompanied by the sound of the wind came the sound of the two playing.

"Don't run away."

"If you run away again, I will cry."

"I'm not running, don't cry."

"Can I just stand still and kiss you back?"

"Two strokes are fine, three strokes are fine, four strokes, five strokes, or even hundreds of strokes are not unacceptable to me."

"Song Xiangsi, you think beautifully, so I won't kiss you. I won't talk to you for five minutes."

"Don't, I was wrong."

……

【Is 5 minutes really long? 】

[It's been a long time, long enough to kiss hundreds of times. 】

……