The beautiful little trainee of the men's team F class

He Zhou was led back to the center of the practice room by Shi Zhe's hand.

Shi Zhe's deep and textured voice sounded next to his ears: "Zhouzhou, let me help you dig out the details of dance movements and expressions."

Shi Zhe is very strict about details.

Therefore, every dance movement that He Zhou makes, including which angle to raise his hands, where to place his feet, and what kind of expression to show on his face, must be done according to the precision required by Shi Zhe.

Shi Zhe was asking He Zhou according to the standard of Class A.

If He Zhou fails to meet his requirements, he stipulates that He Zhou must repeat until he is qualified.

"It's so difficult...I can't remember so many details..." He Zhou struggled to learn, and couldn't help complaining in a low voice.

Shi Zhe said with a straight face: "If you can't remember it, repeat it until you can remember it!"

His tone was fierce, and he didn't give any face.

He was completely different from the Shi Zhe who gave He Zhou some gummy bears before.

Under Shi Zhe's strict request, He Zhou was locked in a small practice room and practiced from morning to evening.

The beautiful little trainee has practiced every movement and expression countless times, gradually forming muscle memory.

The dance moves he made have made a qualitative leap in terms of strength, accuracy and stage charm.

There is only one movement of turning the waist, which He Zhou has not done well enough.

Shi Zhe criticized with a cold face: "Don't be weak in your waist."

He Zhou: "..."

The waist has grown thin and soft, and the strength is not enough.

He Zhou couldn't help himself.

Shi Zhe stood in front of He Zhou with a cold face: "When you hear this beat, turn your waist to such an angle."

With calloused fingertips, he held the young trainee's slender waist through his clothes, helping him adjust the angle of movement.

"Hmm." He Zhou's ears trembled, and he whimpered in a low voice.

Not anymore.

All my itchy flesh grows on my waist, where it is really sensitive.

When touched by someone, the body will tremble slightly unconsciously.

His feet were also a little weak, his back was tense, and he unconsciously pressed himself into Shi Zhe's arms behind him.

"Zhouzhou?" Shi Zhe noticed that the young trainee's slender eyelashes were covered with mist, and the end of his delicate eyes was slightly stained with light pink.

His hand on the opponent's waist stopped for a second, and he asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The warmth of Shi Zhe's palm came from He Zhou's waist through his clothes.

In the place covered by the clothes, the delicate skin was slightly flushed by the thin calluses of Shi Zhe's fingertips.

The little trainee's cheeks were hot, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't finish his sentence: "Don't, don't touch... waist..."

The limbs were a little limp, and the slender legs were limp, and a little unsteady.

With his dazed hands, He Zhou tried to grab the hem of Shi Zhe's clothes to balance himself.

In a panic, he accidentally touched another part of the other party, but he himself didn't notice it, and continued to touch it clumsily.

"Zhouzhou..." Shi Zhe's slightly hoarse voice was suppressed from his throat.

Adam's apple rolls, back tenses.

The roots of the ears are also red.

"Don't touch your hands." Shi Zhe's eyes darkened, and after he let go of He Zhou's slender waist, he tightly pressed the little trainee's hands that had nowhere to rest, his hoarse voice carried a bit of depression Emotion, "That's all for today, you go back and practice on your own."

Without waiting for He Zhou's reaction, Shi Zhe quickly turned around, walked to the door, opened the locked door of the small practice room, and left with a cold face.

He Zhou looked at Shi Zhe's leaving back with a dazed expression: "??"

Why did he leave so early?

Didn't he always like to lock me up in the small practice room before letting me go until I practice late?

It's not even dark yet...

Of course, the stupid little trainee would not have noticed that when Shi Zhe turned around and left, he actually tugged at the hem of his clothes very hard, as if he was covering something of himself...

When He Zhou left the small practice room, he happily held the jelly bear that Shi Zhe gave him in his palm.

He was not good at singing and dancing before, and he was always judged by the times.

But today, Shi Zhe not only didn't attack him too much, but even rewarded him with a pack of candies.

The pretty little trainee was in a very happy mood.

It looks like a lively little rabbit when it walks and bounces.

"Zhouzhou!" Wen Ye, the senior of class A, saw the figure of the elementary school boy passing the corridor, and hurriedly stopped him.

Wen Ye was wearing pale pink Class A uniform, with a just right smile on his face.

The gentle voice is like a warm breeze, and the temperament is gentle and approachable.

"Hello senior!" He Zhou hurried forward and greeted the senior politely and obediently.

He Zhou is currently a freshman at the Conservatory of Music, majoring in piano.Participating in the men's team trainee this time is also taking advantage of the summer vacation of the university.

He is usually most afraid of endorsement, and those theoretical courses, such as music history and appreciation courses, etc., are a headache for him.

Fortunately, senior Wen Ye came to help He Zhou with homework every week, so He Zhou could barely pass those subjects.

The senior, Wen Ye, is not only the first in grades, but also from a very good family background.Parents are famous cellists and bel canto singers.

But because the senior wants to enter the entertainment circle and become a singing and dancing idol, it doesn't fit with his parents' ideas.So I was pressured by my family to cut off my tuition and living expenses.I can only earn tuition and living expenses by being a tutor and tutoring people.

Compared to his seniors, He Zhou felt like a good-for-nothing.

The family spoils me very much, and the tuition and living expenses are fully paid. My parents and cousin often call to ask me if I have enough pocket money, and if I want to call more.

I also don't have to work hard to make money and be self-reliant after studying like my seniors.

But even so, He Zhou's grades are still not good, and he will feel sleepy and want to sleep every day after class.

That's why he especially admires people like seniors who have gone through difficulties and still don't give up their dreams.

I also support the seniors in realizing their idol dreams.

When asking seniors to help him with his homework, He Zhou would take out part of his pocket money and quietly add it to the tuition fees for the seniors.It's just that every time, within a few days, the seniors found out that the supplementary tuition fee was too much, and they were refunded.

After about half a year of this kind of life, the senior finally signed an entertainment company to officially enter the entertainment circle, and began to accept some entertainment variety shows and advertising endorsements, and gradually gained his own fans.

The financial ability of the seniors has gradually improved, and they no longer need to earn tuition and living expenses through tutoring.

At first, He Zhou was worried that if the seniors stopped helping him with homework, then his exams would be over again.

But fortunately, although the senior turned down everyone else's part-time tutoring, he continued to tutor He Zhou.

The simple-minded He Zhou thought, the senior must be afraid that I will fail the exam again so he continued to make up lessons for me.

Seniors are good.

……

"Zhouzhou," Wen Ye looked at his pretty junior, and his amber eyes were also stained with a smile: "Is Zhou Zhou holding a newly bought candy? Can I give one to the senior?"

There is a small supermarket downstairs in the trainee dormitory, and trainees usually like to go there to buy food.

He Zhou, an elementary school boy who loves to eat snacks, even runs to the small supermarket when he has nothing to do.

Wen Ye thought so too.

"Okay," He Zhou obediently agreed, and explained, "But I didn't buy this pack of gummy bears at the small supermarket, it was given to me by Shi Zhe."

"Sent by Shi Zhe?" Wen Ye's amber eyes dimmed for a second, but soon regained his composure, and asked with a smile, "Does Zhou Zhou like it?"

"I like it, this is my favorite fruit jelly candy," said the stupid little trainee naturally not aware of the subtle changes in the senior's expression.

He just lowered his head and took out the fruit candy from the candy bag and handed it to the senior.

During the few seconds when He Zhou bowed his head, the smile on the corner of Wen Ye's mouth faded again.

He clearly remembers that the first thing he did after he signed the company and got paid for the shooting of the first commercial was to take his elementary school brother He Zhou to an expensive snack and candy shop: "Zhou Zhou, There are a lot of delicious candies here. The seniors will buy you whatever you want."

But He Zhou refused at that time: "Senior has to pay the tuition by himself, senior should save the money, don't buy anything for me."

Of course Wen Ye knew that Zhou Zhou didn't want to spend money by himself, but was showing consideration for himself.

But at this moment, Wen Ye saw with his own eyes the appearance of his elementary school brother holding the gummy bear Shi Zhe gave him so happily, his amber eyes were filled with deep and gloomy emotions uncontrollably...

It wasn't until He Zhou obediently handed the candy to the senior Wen Ye, and smiled freshly at Wen Ye, that the suppressed gloom in Wen Ye's eyes dissipated again, and he returned to a warm smile.

"Zhouzhou, can you promise me something, please? In the future, don't take anything from others, especially food."

"Is there any problem?" He Zhou looked at Wen Ye blankly.

I don't know why the senior would say that.

"Zhou Zhou may not know that the entertainment industry is very complicated." Wen Ye raised his hand and rubbed He Zhou's soft hair, his tone was gentle and concerned, "It's hard for you to know whether someone gives you something, whether it's good for you or bad for you." You. So Zhouzhou, there is no harm in being vigilant."

"Senior, are you talking about Shi Zhe?" He Zhou became even more puzzled, "Although Shi Zhe is a bit fierce, I know he is fierce because I want to teach me how to sing and dance. I don't think he is a bad person, and I don't think he wants to kill me. .”

"But do you really know Shi Zhe? Zhouzhou, you and Shi Zhe have only known each other for a few days. Don't you think it's strange that Shi Zhe sacrificed his practice time to teach you singing and dancing? What other purpose do you have?"

"Shi Zhe has been staring at me for practice, it's really a bit strange... But," He Zhou felt that his brain was a little insufficient, "but I don't know anything, and there shouldn't be anything about me that he can lie to. He is right What purpose can I have?"

Wen Ye raised his finger and lightly poked He Zhou's cheek who was in deep thought: "Zhou Zhou, there are many complicated things in the entertainment industry that you can't figure out..."

The face of the elementary school boy is very soft, and it will sink into a small dimple with a light poke, which is very cute.

When Wen Ye used to give elementary school students make-up lectures, he would often poke the elementary school students' white cheeks like this.

"Don't think about it if you don't understand it. Zhou Zhou remembers to stay away from Shi Zhe in the future," Wen Ye took away the pack of gummy bears that He Zhou held in his hand, and continued, "This pack I will keep the sugar for you first. Zhouzhou must remember that other people here should not trust easily. The only person Zhouzhou can trust is me. After all, we have only known each other for so long, and we know each other very well. Isn't it?"

"Here, do I really need to be so careful?" The clumsy little trainee was already dumbfounded by the senior.

The senior has always been very kind to me and took good care of me, so the senior should not lie to me.

But I don't seem to feel that anyone around me is trying to harm me...

……

When Xia Mingxu came out of the practice room of Class B, he happened to see He Zhou and Wen Ye standing in the corridor talking.

He was about to wave hello to He Zhou when he saw Wen Ye glance in his direction.

Then Wen Ye moved a little, and blocked He Zhou's sight with his shoulders, so that He Zhou just couldn't see Xia Mingxu.

Xia Mingxu: "..."

Why does it feel like Wen Ye did it on purpose.

Xia Mingxu knew that Wen Ye was not only a senior at Hezhou Tong Company, but also a senior at Hezhou University.

To be honest, he was quite envious of Wen Ye.

If the beautiful Zhouzhou was his primary school younger brother, Xia Mingxu felt that he might also take Zhouzhou by his side 24 hours a day to take care of him, preventing others from approaching him.

Xia Mingxu stood in the corridor for a while, planning to talk to He Zhou after Wen Ye left.

As a result, he soon saw Wen Ye poking He Zhou's cheek with his finger.

Xia Mingxu:! !

How can you do this!

Why would Wen Ye be so good at poking Zhou Zhou's face!

In Xia Mingxu's cognition, there is no reason for boys to poke their faces when they meet and fight.

You have to give each other a punch to give strength.

But he soon felt that Zhou Zhou's wrist was so thin that it could be broken with just a little force.

The brutal way of giving a punch is really not suitable for Zhou Zhou.Maybe it will make Zhouzhou feel sore｜Crying with pain until his eyes are red.

From this point of view, the only way to deal with Zhou Zhou is to poke his face.

Moreover, Zhou Zhou's face is so small and beautiful that he can hold it completely with one hand.

The skin is also so white and soft, it is really suitable for being poked in the face.

I really want to give it a try.

Xia Mingxu thought quietly in his heart with his ears red.