I thought I was the first gourd in the camp

Zhuang Zhi's tone was flat, no different from usual, Mo Tingxing didn't notice anything wrong, and he was flattered to hear Zhuang Zhi's reply.

"That's right, but this action is quite intimate. If fans see it, they will probably be very irritated." Mo Tingxing chased after the victory and added another sentence.

The excited Zhuang Zhi turned his head and glanced at him lightly.

Mo Tingxing came to his senses in an instant, shut his mouth abruptly, and stopped talking.

There was an instant silence outside the training room.

Mo Tingxing clenched his fists, eager to find a reason to leave, and just as he opened his mouth, He Simeng's voice came from the training room.

"Old Mo! What are you doing? Peeping?"

It was the first time Mo Tingxing felt that He Simeng's bluffing voice was so beautiful.

"What's the matter, I just passed by and took a look." Mo Tingxing said, glanced at Zhuang Zhi from the corner of his eye, and added, "Zhuang Zhi is also here."

Hearing this, Lu Zhaomian straightened her back, tilted her head and looked out the window, and happened to meet Zhuang Zhi's eyes.

Zhuang Zhi's complexion didn't look good.

Lu Zhaomian saw at a glance that something was wrong with Zhuang Zhi.

Seeing that an outsider was coming, Fu Zheng quickly separated from Lu Zhaomian, as if Lu Zhaomian had some kind of virus.

Lu Zhaomian glanced at him inexplicably, then turned to look out the window.

Zhuang Zhi's face became even more stinky.

Lu Zhaomian walked over in a daze, and asked bluntly, "What's wrong?"

Knowing that Lu Zhaomian was asking about Zhuang Zhi, Mo Tingxing closed his mouth politely, pretending to casually cast a few glances over there.

Zhuang Zhi put his gaze on Lu Zhaomian's neck and asked, "Did he touch your neck?"

Why does this tone sound a little sour?

Mo Tingxing savored it secretly for a long time, then gave up eavesdropping driven by curiosity, and turned sideways to face them directly.

Zhuang Zhi's voice was not deliberately lowered, and Fu Zheng, who was not far away, also raised his eyes to look over.

Lu Zhaomian rubbed her neck, she didn't seem to expect Zhuang Zhi to ask this, her tone was a bit puzzled, "No."

Zhuang Zhi raised his eyelids and looked at Fu Zheng who was looking at each other for a few seconds, and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards, "Really? Then why is he blushing?"

Wow.

Mo Tingxing struggled to control his facial expression, and quickly turned to look at Fu Zheng.

"What are you talking about? Who is blushing?" Fu Zheng's expression changed instantly, and the redness at the base of his ears quickly spread to his neck after meeting Lu Zhaomian's gaze, "I'm hot!"

The others in the training room trembled in fright at Fu Zheng's voice.

"Who is talking nonsense?" Li Jinchen asked, recalling what Fu Zheng just yelled, then scanned Fu Zheng carefully, and replied seriously, "But your face is really red, is the training room so hot? I I think it's okay."

Fu Zheng: "..."

Fu Zheng held his breath in his throat and didn't spit it out for a long time. Turning around, he saw Lu Zhaomian still looking at him curiously, and his tone suddenly rushed out of embarrassment, "Whatever you look at, I'm hot!"

As soon as he said the words, Fu Zheng regretted it, and when he looked up, he saw that Lu Zhaomian's eyes had moved away from him, and once again focused on Zhuang Zhi.

Fu Zheng suddenly felt a little panicked, and the moment he looked away, he unexpectedly met Zhuang Zhi's eyes.

Zhuang Zhi seemed to have seen through his little thoughts.

Fu Zheng looked away in a panic, opened the door of the training room hastily, said "It's too hot, I'll go out to get some air," and left.

Lu Zhaomian glanced at the door, then looked up at the clock on the wall, thought for a while and said, "Why don't we all rest for a while and continue in half an hour?"

"Okay." Li Jinchen didn't understand the situation, and his expression was still a little dazed. Seeing that Lu Zhaomian said to take a break, he responded first.

No one else had an opinion either.

Lu Zhaomian then turned her attention back to Zhuang Zhi, "What about you? Where are you going now?"

"Dormitory." Zhuang Zhi looked down at Lu Zhaomian.

Seeing Zhuang Zhi staring at him motionless, Lu Zhaomian pursed her lips slightly, and tentatively asked, "Shall I go back with you?"

Zhuang Zhi didn't hesitate, "Yes."

Mo Tingxing, who was standing aside, scratched his chin with a somewhat complicated expression.

Zhuang Zhi's dormitory is not far from the training room, he went up the stairs and then walked through a corridor.

Neither of them spoke on the road, and it was not until Lu Zhaomian approached the door that he broke the silence.

"Zhuang Zhi." Lu Zhaomian stopped and turned to look at Zhuang Zhi.

Zhuang Zhi also stopped, "What's wrong?"

"From the training room to the dormitory, you have already looked at my neck twelve times. Is there something wrong with my neck?" Lu Zhaomian looked puzzled.

Zhuang Zhi didn't expect that Lu Zhaomian would count how many times he looked at him all the way, he pursed his lips to suppress his smile, and the corners of his mouth curled up imperceptibly.

"You're still laughing." Lu Zhaomian keenly noticed the change in Zhuang Zhi's expression, and complained.

"You have a scar on the back of your neck." Zhuang Zhi glanced at the back of Lu Zhaomian's neck and said suddenly.

"Ah." Lu Zhaomian subconsciously touched the small bump on the back of her neck, "Yes, I'd almost forget it if you didn't tell me."

The area of ​​the scar is not large, and the location is not obvious, Zhao Mian also forgot its existence over time.

"How did that stay?" Zhuang Zhi's eyes followed Lu Zhaomian's movements to the back of his neck.

"I don't remember." Lu Zhaomian moved his hand away, recalled it for a while and said, "It must have fallen when I was a child. It's been too long and I've forgotten it."

"When I was young?" Zhuang Zhi asked again, "Do you remember how old you were?"

"Eight or nine years old?" Lu Zhaomian thought for a long time before coming up with a general idea.

"Do you know what this is for?" Lu Zhaomian squinted her eyes, and found that Zhuang Zhi's thirst for knowledge on this question was too strong, and something was somewhat wrong.

"Hmm." Zhuang Zhi looked away, and walked forward again, "It's nothing, I'll just ask."

Lu Zhaomian: "..."

"Zhuang Zhi, is this suitable for you?" Lu Zhaomian was forced to continue walking with Zhuang Zhi, chattering while walking, "You have aroused my curiosity, so you don't say anything."

Both of them were tall and long-legged, and they walked to the door of the dormitory within two steps.

Zhuang Zhi opened the door, stepped into the room first, turned around and stopped Lu Zhaomian, who was reflexively about to follow in.

Lu Zhaomian: "?"

Zhuang Zhi reached out and touched Lu Zhaomian's head, and said softly, "Half an hour is almost up, let's go back to training."

After speaking, he closed the door without hesitation.

Lu Zhaomian: "..."

Lu Zhaomian looked at the closed door for two seconds before turning and leaving in silence.

When Lu Zhaomian returned to the training room, Fu Zheng also came back.

The two happened to meet at the door and looked at each other awkwardly. Fu Zheng turned sideways to let Lu Zhaomian go in first.

Seeing that everyone was here, the few people who were sitting in the training room fishing also stood up from the ground in a snap.

Li Jinchen watched Lu Zhaomian and Fu Zheng going back and forth, and tentatively said, "Then how about we continue to practice?"

Lu Zhaomian and Fu Zheng looked at each other again.

Lu Zhaomian replied, "Okay."

Fu Zheng nodded stiffly.

"Xiaolu is fine, his movements and emotions are in place." Li Jinchen squatted on the ground and looked at it for a while, then said, "Fu Zheng, don't be so stiff, relax."

Fu Zheng glanced at Lu Zhaomian quickly, and replied sullenly, "Oh."

Li Jinchen frowned and asked, "Are you nervous? Or are you embarrassed? How about I trade with you?"

"No!" Fu Zheng's voice suddenly increased, "I can do it, let's do it again."

I don't know if he was worried that his movements would be changed. Fu Zheng tried his best to suppress his embarrassment, relax his body, and regained his original confidence and publicity in dancing.

This time it worked especially well.

Li Jinchen breathed a sigh of relief, his mood rose instantly, and he quickly followed through with other actions.

This morning's progress was fast.

When they heard the announcement in the hallway, everyone was so tired that they lay on the ground completely disregarding their image, and it took them a long time to barely sit up straight.

He Simeng took a breath, and supported her body with one hand on the ground, "Why didn't the pd come this morning?"

"Yeah, I thought he would always lead us to practice."

Only then did Lu Zhaomian realize that He Sihan seemed to have only told him about this matter.

"The pd told me last night." Lu Zhaomian said, "He has other work to do, and he may not be able to take care of us in the future."

"Ah." He Simeng wailed, "Then we can only rely on ourselves? Help."

Lu Zhaomian stretched her neck, and said again: "No, pd said that the tutor will come to guide us in the future."

"Fang, Teacher Fang?" He Simeng didn't realize who it was.

"Fang Tongtong." Li Jinchen reminded him friendly.

"Her." He Simeng blinked.

It's no wonder that he didn't remember it, it's almost time for the Second Duke, he hasn't had much contact with Fang Tongtong, and he hasn't seen her much on the island, and he almost has no such person in his heart.

"It's good to have someone take it with us, it's better than doing it ourselves at a loss." Zeng Zhuo made a rare opening.

As soon as the voice fell, the training room became quiet again.

Only then did Zeng Zhuo realize that he had said something wrong again.

"Originally." Zeng Zhuo bit the bullet and continued, "Mr. Fang must have more experience than us."

It's true to say so, but I always feel that something will go wrong.

Lu Zhaomian pursed her lips, stood up on the floor, patted the ashes on her hands, and said, "Go eat, see you in the training room at two o'clock in the afternoon."

The time for the assembly was finalized, and everyone arrived on time.

Lu Zhaomian stepped into the training room and found that her teammates had already arrived.

"Shall we practice twice first?" Lu Zhaomian asked.

Before everyone could reply, the door behind Lu Zhaomian was suddenly pushed open.

A ponytailed head poked in through the crack of the door.

Fang Tongtong beckoned to Lu Zhaomian, raised her slender eyebrows, "Oh, what a coincidence, it's you again."

Fang Tongtong pushed the door open and walked in. His eyes turned around the several contestants who were stunned, and finally fell on Lu Zhaomian.

"You guys have something to do, I'll take you to train in the future, what? Don't you welcome me?"

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Lao Mo—appears on the front line of eating melons every day.

Mo Tingxing: ...Do you think I am happy?