After detonating the hot search

The game interface is refreshed, and the top position shows a countdown of 2 minutes.

A small ball with Shen Han's ID was reborn in the corner of the wall, one deflated, to the extent that passing players wouldn't even bother to stop and devour it.

Who would have thought that a few seconds ago, this little ball was still the overlord of one side of the game, with a huge body occupying one side, shunned by everyone, and firmly occupying the top three positions on the ranking list.

At the moment when success failed, Shen Han looked down at the leaderboard with a numb face.

... The player with the ID "Teacher Shen yyds a good year yyds" has reached the top.

As if the nerves on Shen Han's face had been pulled out, he said without a soul: "Every year, this Mr. Shen is number one."

"You were eaten by him."

Wen Nian: "..."

Wen Nian sat on the small bed, looked up at Shen Huaijing's direction, and didn't move his hands anymore.

So there is the following picture: the small ball belonging to Shen Han gave up resistance, was swallowed by passing players, reborn, swallowed again, reborn again... the game is over.

The ranking popped up, and Shen Han's ID beat 1% of the players in the country in one fell swoop, ranking 3267th.

Everyone: "..."

Shen Han's whole body was emptied, and he leaned back, just like a small ball on the game interface, lying against the corner of the wall.

"Brother, why are you here now." The tone was so sad that it seemed to melt into a black mist.

Shen Huaijing laughed: "Can't come now?"

Shen Han: "It's only a little short of winning the first place every year."

Wen Nian who was suddenly named: "..."

Wen Nian stood up from the bed, and Shen Huaijing's eyes stopped on his knee intentionally or unintentionally.

"Playing a game?" Shen Huaijing asked.

Wen Nian let out a "huh" and hung the phone by his side: "A small game."

... He wondered when Shen Huaijing came, and if he heard Xia Nan and the others' "Teacher Shen" and his words.

As soon as Wen Nian stood up, Xia Nan and the others couldn't sit still, they sprung up one after another like mushrooms after rain, and finally only Shen Han was left lying down.

Shen Han didn't remember.

He wants to be number one.

"Brother, even if you come 2 minutes later, I will be number one." Shen Han was brooding.

Shen Huaijing: "Now."

Shen Han: "No. 3267."

VJ laughed out loud.

The "Mr. Shen" in the game climbed to the top, but the "Mr. Shen" in reality didn't have the slightest sense of being the culprit. He smiled and said, "My fault."

Wen Nian lowered his eyes.

Actually not.

Even if he didn't come, he might not win.

When Xia Nan and the others talked about "Teacher Shen", he was ready to lose.

Feng Sheng, Wei Nishang and Chen Song all showed up in the morning, especially Wei Nishang who had been instructing for nearly a whole morning. Everyone was not surprised by the appearance of the chief producer mentor. They briefly reported the progress of each group and chatted about the stage design , Shen Huaijing let them rest.

When walking at the door, Shen Huaijing suddenly said, "Come out, Wen Nian."

Wen Nian was startled, and got up.

Xia Nan regained his energy all of a sudden, tilted his neck and looked out, with a look of "here we come". If it weren't for a group of people standing here, Shen Han felt that he would probably stick to the window.

Xia Nan got up from the bed: "I'm going to the toilet."

Shen Han grabbed his collar: "Do you want to go to the toilet or listen to my brother's corner?"

Xia Nan said righteously: "Toilet."

Shen Han: "Hold on."

Xia Nan: "..."

Shen Huaijing led Wen Nian to the corner, then stopped, and said, "How's your knee?"

Wen Nian never thought that Shen Huaijing would ask this, so he paused for a while, with an expression on his face that seemed to say "how do you know".

Shen Huaijing: "Feng Sheng said that during practice in the morning, you fell and hurt your knee."

Wen Nian: "It's okay, I've already been to the infirmary."

The location near the safe passage here has fewer people on weekdays, and because of the lunch break, it is even quieter.

"Will it hurt to sit?" Shen Huaijing suddenly asked.

Wen Nian shook his head.

Before he had time to delve into the meaning of Shen Huaijing's words, he was already led to sit on the bench behind him.

The solid wooden bench was blown by the air-conditioning vent at the top of the aisle for a long time, and the surface of the chair was very cold. Wen Nian half propped his hands on it, feeling a little dazed.

"Apart from the knee, did you touch it anywhere?" With that said, Shen Huaijing squatted down in front of him.

Wen Nian: "...?"

"No." Wen Nian said.

Shen Huaijing's voice was extremely light: "Let me see."

Wen Nian: "...?!"

The memory of being at the door of the infirmary on the day of recording just flooded in.

He was also injured, and he also met Shen Huaijing, who also asked him "Apart from the wrist, is there any other actual injury", and he also answered no.

He thought it would be like last time this time, but...

Also, do you want to check?

Wen Nian seemed to be imprisoned in all his movements at once, and remained motionless.

"Just take a look, don't touch the wound," Shen Huaijing smiled, "I won't hurt you."

Wen Nian: "..."

That's not what he meant, it's not... afraid of pain.

Wen Nian's ears turned red in an instant, and he tried to hold his breath, saying to himself "Just take a look, Shen Han and the others just looked at it, it's all right", while pulling up the hems of his trousers.

Wen Nian was born fair, and the skin on his body was not very visible, and his calves were so white that his eyes were dazzled. The bruise was a little more shocking to look at.

Wen Nian's knees were tense, making Shen Huaijing frowned. He stretched out his right hand, gently held the Achilles tendon behind his ankle, and brought it in his direction, saying, "Don't tense your knees."

The temperature of Shen Huaijing's palm came from his ankle, and Wen Nian's whole body was going to burn up. He wanted to take it back but couldn't take it back, and his mind was in a mess.

The knees were no longer tense, but the entire upper body was tense.

"Why didn't you apply the medicine?" Shen Huaijing asked.

Wen Nian supported the wooden chair with the heels of his palms, and said frankly, "The ointment is a bit sticky to my pants."

He paused, and added: "But I applied safflower oil."

Shen Huaijing: "Have you rubbed it? If you don't rub it, it will hurt tomorrow."

Wen Nian was afraid that Shen Huaijing would knead it for him, so he immediately said, "Knead it off."

The smell of the safflower oil has dissipated quite a bit. Maybe it was because I didn't pay attention when I applied it. The medicated oil became dizzy. Shen Huaijing wiped it with his fingertips: "Remember not to apply the ointment with safflower oil."

Wen Nian: "...um."

"The ointment dries quickly, apply it before lunch break, and it will dry after sleeping." Shen Huaijing looked at the wound and said softly, "I have to rub it."

"It's not okay to stick to your pants."

Wen Nian supported the heel of the wooden chair so hard that it almost made a mark: "...Okay."

Shen Huaijing finally let go of the hand holding his ankle, Wen Nian's shoulders loosened, and hurriedly put down the bottom of his trousers, but the next second he heard Shen Huaijing ask: "Where's the other one?"

Wen Nian: "This one doesn't."

Shen Huaijing didn't speak, nor did he get up.

Wen Nian's lips were a little dry, so he rolled up the other trouser leg, and after confirming to Shen Huaijing that he was not injured, he put it down again.

"If you don't feel well tomorrow, practice the song first and let go of the dance moves," Shen Huaijing slowly got up, "It's not a trivial matter to hurt your knees, you know."

Wen Nian replied sternly: "Got it."

Inexplicably, he thought of the old-fashioned briquette stove and small aluminum pot that he saw at the school gate that day.

He felt like the little aluminum jug now, and he seemed to hear a sharp buzzing in his head.

Wen Nian didn't dare to think about it any further, and turned his head, just in time to see the slightly shiny oil on the pad of Shen Huaijing's thumb—it was the medicated oil on his knee.

Wen Nian: "."

He fumbled in his pocket, found a tissue, opened one and handed it over.

Shen Huaijing smiled, took it, wiped it casually twice, and said, "Go back and take a picture of the ointment prescribed by the infirmary."

Wen Nian couldn't say anything, so he could only nod.

He felt that if he stayed any longer, the buzzing sound of the small aluminum pot might come out, Wen Nian: "Then I'll go back and have a look."

"Go back to bed first, and we'll talk about taking pictures later." Shen Huaijing glanced at the time and said.

Wen Nian: "Okay."

Wen Nian walked back to the practice room after listening to Shen Huaijing's words. When he reached the door, he stopped, turned a corner, and went to the bathroom.

A handful of cold water hit his face, and the temperature on his face dropped, and he felt alive again... Then when he opened the door, he saw Xia Nan's "let me listen too" look in his eyes.

Wen Nian: "..."

Shen Han looked at Wen Nian's slightly damp hair.

How do you talk with your hair wet?

Wen Nian walked up to Shen Han and was about to sit down when he suddenly remembered Shen Huaijing's words, so he went to the corner, took out the ointment from his bag, and took two pictures.

"Why are you filming this?" Shen Han's voice sounded from behind.

Wen Nian was taken aback, the ointment fell back into the bag, he zipped it up, and said calmly, "Pat whatever you want."

Shen Han: "My brother asked you to take pictures?"

Wen Nian: "..."

Sometimes he really didn't know whether Shen Han's reaction was quick or slow.

Wen Nian didn't answer.

"So just now my brother asked you to go out to ask about your knees?" Shen Han followed Wen Nian like a tail, "I didn't even have time to tell him, how did he know?"

Wen Nian: "?"

What do you mean you haven't had time to tell him?

Wen Nian immediately stopped in his tracks, and caught the sign in time: "Don't say it."

Shen Han: "It's really not me this time."

"I know," Wen Nian said, "I mean in the future."

Shen Han: "I'll talk about it later."

Wen Nian: "..."

Lying back on the small bed again, as soon as Wen Nian closed his eyes, there was a picture of Shen Huaijing squatting in front of him looking at the wound.

The more you don't think about it, the more you think about it.

It's like there is a spotlight in my mind, everything around is dark, only that one place is crazy bright.

Wen Nian gave up resisting, opened his eyes, and sat up, just in time to hear the sound of the game ending beside him.

Shen Han was sitting cross-legged at the side, his eyes were about to burst into flames.

"Still playing?" Wen Nian asked.

Shen Han thought he had quarreled with him: "I'll take it easy."

Wen Nian shook his head and looked at him: "What game is it?"

Shen Han looked at today's record: "In the 14th inning, the best record is 21st."

"No, it's almost No.1."

"I'm only one 'Teacher Shen' away from No.1," Shen Han said angrily, "Remember me."

Wen Nian: "The ID called 'Teacher Shen'?"

Shen Han: "Of course it's on my brother's head, remembering his grudge, and suing grandpa in the future."

Wen Nian: "..."

Wen Nian spread his hands: "Give it to me."

Shen Han: "Why?"

Wen Nian: "Don't you want to be number one?"

Shen Han tried hard to control the upturned corners of his mouth: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Wen Nian: "Can't sleep."

Shen Han Le Diandian handed over his mobile phone.

In the next half an hour, Wen Nian played 8 rounds for him, won the championship in the 5th round, and broke into the top three of the rankings three times.

Shen Han was so moved that he gave him a warm hug on the spot.

Wen Nian returned the hot phone to him: "Is it all right?"

"Yes!!!" Shen Han raised his hands over his head and made a gesture of heart, "I love you."

Wen Nian lay down on his back, was silent for a moment, and said, "So you can't hold grudges."

The author has something to say:

Shen Hanhan: Well, I thought you were doing it for me, but it turned out to be for my brother, so I will remember him again!