Sweetheart is a thorn in the side ABO

In more than ten days, Qi Yanqing won three championships.

Latin, street dance, jazz.The crushing victory, the first fault, looks like a visual feast.

It's hard to believe that this is the strength he can still have after nearly a year of training.

Pain and shadow seemed to leave no trace on him.

He stood in the center of the stage, wantonly eye-catching, bent down and bowed deeply to the audience.

Lu Yichao heard the eruption of the audience, it was Qi Yanqing's voice.

It was also a voice he had never heard before.

In the past ten days or so, he followed Qi Yanqing from country D to country L and then to country M.

Qi Yanqing was very tired, and had to catch various schedules by plane, train, and taxi.

I spend most of my time in the training room, and I don’t go to the hotel anywhere, I just make appointments in the training room, and I eat and sleep there.

In the last match, he was still worried about whether Qi Yanqing would be overwhelmed, so he found Zhou Jian and asked him about the situation.

But Zhou Jian said: "It's okay, it was the same way before, don't disturb him during training."

The food he ate was also well-balanced and nutritious. He took a few glances outside, and Qi Yanqing was watching videos even while eating.

Before, I always thought about why Qi Yanqing was so busy, and when I asked him to go back to China to talk about something, I always couldn't see anyone, and I often thought he was just pretending.

...It's because he never thought about getting to know Qi Yanqing, and he never even watched a game.

"Gosh! We love you!"

"Qingshen! You are the best!"

"Qingshen has never fallen from the altar!"

Hearing the cheers around him, Lu Yichao's eyes softened a lot.

With a cat bag on his lap, he raised the camera to adjust the focus, and fixed the lens on Qi Yanqing's face.

This dance is jazz, Qi Yanqing danced with his own sexy, the rhythm of the body makes people's hearts go hot.

Sitting in the jubilant crowd, Lu Yichao only photographed Qi Yanqing.

In the camera, Qi Yanqing was sweating on his face, his lips were slightly parted and he was breathing, his eyes were smiling arrogantly, the mole on the tip of his nose became a little sexier, and when the judges said something, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, and lifted his chin slightly.

Qi Yanqing is slim and tall. He is dressed in black. A loose jacket is paired with overalls, revealing a slender waist. His abdominal muscles are faintly visible. A bright waist chain hangs on his waist, outlining his slender waist. .

The long hair was loose and hadn't been cut. It was almost waist-length now, but it didn't look feminine at all, and it was so dragged that there was nothing to say. The black hair was highlighted with blue, which made the skin look colder and whiter.

Lu Yichao lost his eyes, and happened to capture Qi Yanqing's smile, with blue hair sticking to the side of his face, "It's so cool."

【LYZYYGMM】: Qingshen has never fallen from the altar.

"Ah, sister, you went to see the scene again!"

"Mrs. Xie returned the picture! Saved the picture for wallpaper!"

"Woooooooo sister, I'm also a CP fan, I'll hang out with you from now on!"

"My wife looks so good with her long hair! My wife even highlights her blue hair!"

"Sister, is there still a competition in Qingshen? Are you chasing to three countries?"

"Only I want to say, is this sister really rich? Just this shot costs 50 million."

"I like Qingshen so much, it's a pity that I'm a CP fan, and I still don't want to pay attention to you."

[LYZYYGMM] Replied to a few people: There is one last jazz competition in the evening, and then I will return to China to participate in the show, everyone can go to the scene, and arrange for a meeting.

After the game was over, Lu Yichao left the arena with the cat bag on his back, and put down a rose as usual.

He was wearing a mask and a hat, and he heard the people coming out next to him chatting. They were from abroad and spoke English.

"It's too gorgeous, where did Qi Yanqing come from?"

"Let me tell you, the man next to me, a beta, put his hand in while watching him dance... It disgusts me!"

"Qi Yanqing danced this kind of dance as soon as he came to foreign countries to participate in competitions. Obviously he is quite powerful, but... hey, it's not very good to rub the edge. It seems that the scores of those referee fans are all higher!"

"I also want to say, why does he let himself go when he arrives abroad? It's such a wave... Uh, who are you?" The speaker looked at the person who suddenly stood in front of him.

Lu Yichao was wearing sunglasses and a mask, and was 1.8 meters tall. He didn't look like a good stubble.

The two of them had a guilty conscience and took two steps back, "What are you doing so close!"

Lu Yichao stared at it for a while, then said in a cold and stern tone, "My heart is filthy, and everything is filthy. First, he got it by himself. Can't you see those difficult skills?"

"Are you sick! What kind of idiot!" the man yelled frantically, "Don't allow others to say a few words, crazy! Idiot! Bah!"

Lu Yichao looked at the two people who ran away, he was a fan...he?

After waiting outside for a while, no one came out yet.

Lu Yichao pinched his brows, and noticed a figure out of the corner of his eye, that person was also well dressed, and now people were leaving one after another, only that person was still standing in front of the seat and staring at the stage.

Lu Yichao looked at it for a while and didn't find any problem, and saw that person left.

Qi Yanqing and Zhou Jian came out from the backstage, and they would come back at night during the intermission.

As soon as Zhou Jian got in the car, she handed the thermos cup to Qi Yanqing, "Why did you lose your clothes? I remember keeping them by my side."

"It's okay, it's not cold in a coat." Qi Yanqing was still wearing that black dance suit, with a long down jacket over it.

He lost the sweater and T-shirt he was wearing, and it took him a long time to find them.

Zhou Jian looked at Qi Yanqing's face, "Qingqing, can you hold on? Can you hold on to another dance tonight?"

"Yeah." Qi Yanqing rested against the car window with his eyes closed. There were two jazz solo competitions.

Zhou Jianxu said: "When I compete with you now, I think of last year when so many newcomers trembled when they heard your name. Now everyone thinks of the fear of being dominated by you again."

Qi Yanqing closed his eyes and laughed twice, "It's an exaggeration, these few competitions are not too big, many people didn't participate, I just want to win a few more championships."

"I didn't expect you to be humble..." Zhou Jian was talking when the phone rang, and when he saw the caller ID on it, he subconsciously glanced at Qi Yanqing.

Qingqing was resting with her eyes closed. He answered the phone and whispered, "What's wrong?"

An aggrieved voice sounded over there: "Brother Zhou, I have a competition, where have you been?"

"I'm in country M. You went to the domestic competition with everyone. Why do you need me to accompany you? You're not five years old."

"What competitions are there in country M?"

"Sir, what's the matter?"

The other side stopped talking, and only replied after a while: "Oh."

"Ahem...well, I will accompany you next time."

"Brother Zhou, you have said this six times, but you have never fulfilled it once."

"Haha, is there any? Haha, then you pretend I didn't say it."

"Oh."

"...Well, cheers for the game, I'll treat you to dinner if you win."

"Brother Zhou, aren't you responsible for me? Now you don't even care about the game."

"Pfft." Qi Yanqing wanted to pretend to be asleep, but didn't hold back.

"!!! Damn it! I have to be responsible to you for what I did! Hurry up and go to the competition!" Zhou Jian hung up the phone ferociously, looking at Qi Yanqing side by side.

"I'm Jane." Qi Yanqing's voice was lazy and sleepy, and he stretched out his hand to touch Zhou Jian's crotch, "I'm Jane, I'm so good, this is a failure of which family, it makes me a little uneasy."

"Bah bah bah!"

"My Jane's ears are red."

"Qi Yanqing, get out of here!"

"The neck is also red."

"Qi Yanqing! I jumped out of the car!"

Qi Yanqing pulled him closer, "Because I came to compete abroad with you, did they lose their temper with you?"

"Oh." Zhou Jian really felt his face burning, "No! It's just that the kid I was asked to bring insisted that I accompany him to participate in the competition. A group of people participated in the competition together, and they were in China, so they were not independent at all."

"Oh..." Qi Yanqing elongated his voice, "I seem to have heard the president mention it, and I don't have any impression. You really deserve to be exposed to the rain and dew. Stay with me for a night, and someone else's child for a night. I have worked hard."

"Qi Yanqing, shut up if you can't fucking speak! Shut up! Gag your mouth!"

domestic.

Zhong Shenbai shook the phone that was hung up, "Have you heard, country M, the jazz competition, go and check it yourself."

The person in front of him stretched out his hand to stop him, and smiled coldly, "You are good at ballet, I can't compare to you in this kind of dance."

"Not necessarily anything else." Zhong Shenbai had a lollipop in his mouth, "Is there anything else?"

Ye Wei smiled, "Zhong Shenbai, little Zhong God, right now."

"Nineteen." Zhong Shenbai looked at the harmless livestock, and looked even more innocent in white clothes.

"You are also a contestant in all kinds of dance. Don't you feel that you are overwhelmed by Qi Yanqing? You are all in your country's dance association. With him around, you will never be able to stand out."

Zhong Shenbai leaned against the wall and looked at the several messages that popped up on his phone, "Are you finished? My mother called me home for dinner."

Ye Wei narrowed his eyes, "Aren't you going to come abroad? Our side is more suitable for you, you can really shine!"

"I'm so sorry." Zhong Shenbai laughed, "I can't live without my parents, my mother Baonan, I'm afraid I won't be able to live abroad."

Ye Wei: ...

He stared at Zhong Shenbai, "I'm not kidding you."

Zhong Shenbai bit the lollipop into pieces, with an innocent face, "Huh? I'm not joking, I can't even wash my underwear. Will Weishen wash my underwear?"

Ye Wei looked at him like a fool, staring at him for a long time.

"In that case, you stay here and help me keep an eye on Qi Yanqing. He disappeared. You are the only dancer of all dances in your dance association. How about we cooperate?"

Zhong Shenbai smiled, tilted his head, "Yes."

It was the last match in Country M, and Qi Yanqing didn't sleep much for about half a month.

Zhou Jian couldn't even see him when he was training, he just got into the dance, locked the door of the training room, and danced until he was satisfied.

In the evening, the arena.

Zhou Jian looked at Qi Yanqing who was taking a nap with his eyes closed, and said that he was talented, but how many people trained like him recklessly.

Qi Yanqing's desire to win and lose is as strong as his desire to possess, and he will not admit defeat in any aspect.

The evening session was still jazz, while the daytime session was more power jazz, with only one dance piece and a duet jazz.

Today is lastlejazz, which is more fancy and trendy. The duration is doubled, and the song will be changed and improvised in the middle. It started only last year, and there is also a single match.

Qi Yanqing has only participated in the solo competition so far, he has no partner.

It is not allowed to change clothes in the same match, they have all been tested. Qi Yanqing was still wearing that black suit, and now it was a bit cold with his waist exposed, he shrank his body and frowned.

Zhou Jian went to confirm various pre-match information, and Qi Yanqing rested with his eyes closed.

When the game was about to start, Zhou Jian woke up Qi Yanqing and gave him the cup, "Drink some water, are you so sleepy? Didn't you catch up on sleep in the afternoon?"

Qi Yanqing shook his head, feeling that there seemed to be some strange smell around him, "Fortunately, I'm not sleepy, I didn't fall asleep."

Looking at his red eyes, Zhou Jian tried his body temperature, "Why do you feel that your body temperature is a little high, is it clear that you feel uncomfortable?"

"No." Qi Yanqing stood up and moved his body, "It's the last match, take it home and go home."

Zhou Jian looked at him, still feeling something was wrong.

It's Qi Yanqing's turn to play. The 15-minute solo dance is considered a very long competition and requires extremely high endurance.

He rubbed the back of his sore neck, his eyes suddenly widened, why are they so hot?Could it be... His heart beat faster and he pursed his lips hard.

Is he in heat?

His name was displayed on the big screen, [Qing], and the audience cheered!

Qi Yanqing took a few deep breaths, stepped onto the stage, and the moment he stepped up, his expression seemed to have changed, he seemed completely unaffected, with proud and cold eyes.