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The girl took the basketball from Wen Liang's hand, with a hesitant look on her face, Wen Liang could see that she didn't quite understand the meaning.

He brought the basketball over, demonstrated the moves himself, and then continued to tell the girl.

"That's it, the following movements remain the same, and when the dance is about to end, you pick up these two things from the ground, tie your belt and hat on, and then salute to the person holding the flag, and hold the flag in his hand. The flag took over, and then followed him holding the flag until he stepped off the stage, so, do I understand?"

Wen Liang gestured roughly while talking, the girl was a little confused, but still nodded.

"That's it for now, and then I'll call stop again."

Wen Liang motioned for her to return to the team first, then raised her hand and counted down "3, 2, 1", the music continued, and the dance rehearsal continued.

At the end, Wen Liang called to stop the show again, and then taught the girl step by step how to get out of the line and how to catch the flag.

Ren Yue looked at these movements that Wen Liang changed temporarily, and suddenly understood the meaning of this dance, that is, inheritance, and the idea of ​​the whole program seemed to be directly upgraded to a higher level.

Go through all the dance moves, Wen Liang checks the time, if it goes well, I can practice again.

"Okay, everyone has worked hard. Let's watch the actions together again. Please pay attention to the temporary changes." Wen Liang turned on the background music again.

The women's soldiers in blue danced heroically. In the second half of the dance, girls in basketball uniforms entered the arena with basketballs, looking lively and agile in the blue.

In the end, she put on a belt and a hat. The basketball uniform happened to be wide. Wearing a belt didn't look out of place. It was originally a temporary adaptation due to a temporary situation, but now it looks more bright.

The dance rehearsal went smoothly as expected, the stone in Wen Liang's heart finally came down, he smiled reassuringly: "Okay, thank you for your cooperation, everyone, let's go upstairs."

There's not enough time, and the first show hasn't played yet.

Wen Liang told Ren Yue, please keep an eye on the situation in the venue, remind the venue in time, and then ran to buy cold drinks for everyone.

The main school is too big, so it will take time to buy it off-campus. Wen Liang was still a little worried about the show, so she went to the small supermarket downstairs near the basketball court.

There were more than [-] bottles of water in total. Wenliang chose several different flavors, and after thinking about putting them in the box, he took a few bottles of normal temperature.

Wen Liang carried the box upstairs, and happened to be on the stage of the South Court program, Ren Yue stood in an inconspicuous corner of the stage, holding a mobile phone to record.

The music sounded, and the stage lights illuminated the neat queue on the stage. Wen Liang was a little nervous, frowning slightly, watching the show seriously.

Soon it was time to perform the improvised movements, Wen Liang subconsciously clasped his thumb on the knuckle of his index finger.

Fortunately, everything went well. The girl holding the basketball may not have had much contact with basketball. The movements look a bit clumsy, but the effect looks pretty good.

After all, when you were on the stage, the audience hadn't seen the rehearsal, so they didn't know if your actions were meant to be like this, or if you did them deliberately for the effect of the show.

When the performers on the stage walked off the stage with their heads held high, the show was considered complete, and Wen Liang's tense nerves finally relaxed.

After the performers came down, they had to pass through the corridor. Wen Liang had been waiting there for a long time. He beckoned everyone to come over and pick the drinks they wanted from the box.

The girl who forgot to bring her costume was the last one to come. She took a bottle of room temperature drink, smiled shyly and said to Wen Liang, "Thank you, thanks to you."

Wen Liang looked at the girl's pale face, and said sincerely, "It's nothing, but you worked hard. It's not easy to come here from the hospital when you're sick."

The girl froze for a moment, then shook her head with a smile, took a drink, and trotted a few steps to keep up with the others.

The performers from other campuses of the show don't have to stay in the main campus all the time, they can leave after the show. Wen Liang reminded everyone to bring their belongings, and went downstairs to return the basketball and clothes.

A group of people gathered downstairs. After counting the number of people, they gathered at the gate of the main campus.

After getting in the taxi, Wen Liang leaned tiredly on the car seat, sighing in his heart that the show had finally been successfully completed, he was a little sleepy, and wanted to go back to the dormitory to have a good sleep.

He took out his phone to check the time, but found that the message of Qiuqiu in the status bar kept flashing. It was a group specially created for the May [-]th performance.

Wen Liang from the Ministry of Literature and Art: Did anyone bring an extra blue shirt?

Wen Liang from the Department of Literature and Art: It is best to have a color similar to today's costumes.

Participating in Yao Lejia: Wait, I have one!

This was what Wen Liang asked in the group when he was trying to figure out how to make clothes before the performance. Later, he was busy and didn't bother to read the news in the group. Only now did he realize that Cheng Zixuan was also talking in the group.

Cheng Zixuan from the Ministry of Literature and Art: What's going on?What's wrong?

Cheng Zixuan from the Art Department: Is the costume broken?

Ren Yue from the Department of Literature and Art: Someone forgot to bring the jacket of the costume, and we are trying to find a way.

Cheng Zixuan from the Department of Literature and Art: What should I do? I don’t have enough time. Where can I find costumes?

Ren Yue from the Ministry of Literature and Art: Brother Cheng, don't worry, I'm thinking of a way, let's see if we can change it temporarily.

Cheng Zixuan from the Ministry of Literature and Art: (/Question) Temporary change?

Ren Yue from the Ministry of Literature and Art: Brother Cheng is waiting for our good news (/呲牙).

Cheng Zixuan from the Department of Literature and Art: Okay, you guys come on.

Later, Ren Yue posted the video of the show in the group, and Cheng Zixuan praised the adaptation repeatedly.

Cheng Zixuan from the Ministry of Literature and Art: This idea is good (/like)!

Ren Yue from the Ministry of Literature and Art: I was so anxious at the time, but I thought of such a way.

Cheng Zixuan from the Department of Literature and Art: Haha, you're smart enough, why don't you get an award for excellent program organization?

Ren Yue from the Department of Literature and Art: (/cover face)

Later, someone bubbled up in the group, posting the drink in his hand, and someone, Cheng Zixuan, jokingly asked him if he would reimburse the fare. The group was very lively.

Wen Liang absently scrolled through the group messages, and the new messages flew by quickly, but he couldn't understand any of them.

Now all he pretends in his mind is what Cheng Zixuan and Ren Yue said, and he always feels uncomfortable, to put it bluntly—Ren Yue seems to be asking for credit.

He looked up at the front passenger seat, and Ren Yue, who was always cheerful and straightforward, was laughing and chatting with the driver.

Wen Liang sighed silently, and smiled helplessly, what was he thinking, the group was just chatting, maybe Ren Yue just forgot to mention him.

Why do you think so much?Who made himself so inconspicuous.It doesn't matter, as long as things are done, it's naive to care about other people's praise.

Wen Liang leaned against the car seat, turned off the phone, turned her head to the side of the car window, and closed her eyes wearily.

Tomorrow is the May [-] Black Festival of Glory of Kings, and the e-sports club chose to hold the competition on this day.

In the evening, Qiao Shuo left the library earlier than usual - they signed up for the e-sports competition, even if they haven't played much together recently, at least they have to grind their guns before the battle.

He sent a message in the e-sports team's "Beautiful" group, telling his teammates not to worry, choosing the right lineup wins half the battle, and he wants to go back to the dormitory early to study the lineup.

When Qiao Shuo went upstairs, he was still rummaging for the key, wondering whether he hadn't taken it again, but when he walked to the door, he found that it was unlocked.

As soon as he entered the dormitory, he saw that the warm and cool bed curtain was drawn.

It's a bit strange, Qiao Shuo thought to himself, it's not dark yet, is it because he didn't wake up from his afternoon nap or has his evening sleep started?

He remembered that when Wen Liang was in a bad state last semester, he was able to sleep like this, and recently Wen Liang had obvious dark circles on his face again.

Qiao Shuo was a little worried, walked to Wen Liang's bed in two or three steps, and opened Wen Liang's bed curtain as carefully as possible.

The bed curtain had a good blackout effect. When Qiao Shuo opened a small slit to look through the curtain, it just blocked the light, so he couldn't see the warm and cool face clearly.

Qiao Shuo couldn't help but raised the curtain a little bit higher, and moved it to the side by himself.

In the evening, the orange-yellow light shines through the window and shines on the cool face, as if his normally sickly pale face is dyed with warm light.

He tilted his head slightly, slept deeply, with a gentle face, his fingers stretched out from the edge of the quilt, curled up slightly.

Qiao Shuo stood by the bed and looked at him for a long time, feeling that the warm and cool face was carefully carved, the sharp inner corners of the eyes, the curvature of the corners of the mouth and the contour of the peak of the lips were all so perfect.

Wen Liang was not disturbed by these little movements, and fell asleep without moving. Qiao Shuo even had some delusions - did this guy fall asleep!

So he made a move that had appeared in his dream, to sniff out Wen Liang's breath.

It's good to be alive.Qiao Shuo wanted to laugh, how stupid, such a big living person!

Could it be?Hot search: A boy in a certain university dormitory died lying on the bed curtain, and his roommate lived with him for three days without knowing it...

The warm light of the setting sun did not cover the dark circles under Wen Liang's eyes at all, Qiao Shuo thought, Xiong is too sleepy, let him sleep well.

Qiao Shuo put down the bed curtain, thought for a while, then raised it again to help Wen Liang tuck the quilt up, so she was relieved.

He said something in the dormitory Qiuqiu group, and brought a meal for Brother Xiong by the way, then found paper and pens from the empty bed, sat at the table, opened the hero pool of the glory of the king, and began to think about the game. BP and lineup collocation.

"Most people in this match are teaming up with people they are familiar with. It is estimated that some people will choose Ming Shiyin. If the opponent consciously protects this pair of cores, it must be difficult to fight. Even if there is group control, it cannot guarantee a smooth team start. Ming Shiyin Hidden non-compulsory choice..."

"I'm good at high-mobility junglers, but the fault tolerance rate is low. If the opponent chooses the third floor and I haven't been able to figure out the opponent's jungler and support, I can only choose Pei Qinhu to be on the safe side. The support will follow in the early stage. I go in the wild, but I have to get the shooter up in the later stage..."

"Brother Xiong's Da Qiao plays well in the elevator, but this kind is easy to be robbed by the opponent. If Brother Xiong chooses Da Qiao on the first floor, it is easy to be targeted by the opponent. In this way, Dachuan has to choose Guan Yu to choose the deputy, and the opponent will take it again. Xiang Yu is not difficult to deal with, no one will protect the back row when the team starts, so I can go around the back..."

Qiao Shuo frowned, writing and drawing on the paper from time to time, and after a while, he had written several BP plans and lineups on the paper.

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The author has something to say:

For a warm man like Wen Liang, it's no wonder that Qiao Shuo is always jealous and insecure. It's hard not to like such a gentle brother Xiong.Wait, wait, I'm not implying anything, everyone can rest assured and read on, this girl is not a rival in love, just like in real life, even if many people have a crush on someone, it is difficult to develop any deeper love Emotions, mainly—bravery is a rare spirit, hehe, Old Joe is very brave.Do you still remember that in the last volume, Old Qiao dreamed that Brother Xiong was not breathing? He was so frightened by the child that he pulled the curtain of the bed every day, just to see if his roommate was still alive.Haha, it's kind of funny, but it's also very sad when you think about it...