Sweetheart is a thorn in the side ABO

Training room.

The strong drum beat made the eardrums tremble.

The dance music has changed many times in the morning, and a figure in front of the mirror is improvising.

Shen Tanzhou stood beside him, holding his mobile phone to change dance music at any time, his face was not very good-looking.

Qi Yanqing was wearing sports pants and a white T, his back was already soaked, his face was pale, and sweat dripped down his chin.

During the waiting interval, he could hear Qi Yanqing's heavy breathing, and saw that his movements were gradually unable to keep up.

"Qingqing, take a break."

Qi Yanqing didn't speak, and kept moving, and then jumped to the next song.

Shen Tanzhou frowned even tighter. When he looked at Qi Yanqing in the mirror, he would be fascinated and attracted by accident.

Qi Yanqing's movements are not up to standard now, and his physical strength can't keep up, but his eyes under the brim of his hat are focused and focused, and his sickly face is arrogant and arrogant.

The rhythm of the jazz brought out a different kind of sexiness, the body twisted lazily, and the movement was not strong enough, but this kind of loose energy felt just right.

The sense of dance is something that is difficult to describe concretely.

Some people's technical movements are in place, but they are not attractive enough.

But Qi Yanqing is the opposite, as long as he is in the dance state, he is enough to catch people, his sense of dance is too strong, it is his own style.

Shen Tanzhou couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it would be a pity if Qingqing didn't dance, she was born a good seedling.

"Sixteen songs, no more." Shen Tanzhou cut off the music.

Qi Yanqing was so tired that he took a deep breath, his throat was so dry that he couldn't speak for a while, he took off his hat, and pulled back the scattered hair on his forehead, revealing a cold, sweaty face.

His voice was hoarse, "My previous record was a hundred..."

"You can't compare with before." Shen Tanzhou handed him the thermos cup, "It's been a long time since you jumped, and you still have injuries on your feet. I saw it just now, and there is no problem with your movements..."

"It's a big problem." Qi Yanqing drank slowly and wiped the cold sweat off his face, "I can't even finish the whole dance now, the movements are jerky and incoherent, and the feeling is not in place. There are a few difficult movements Can't even do it...cough cough cough."

Shen Tanzhou patted him on the back, "It's not as bad as you said, there are flaws but it's still good, there's no problem participating in the show."

But Qi Yanqing shook his head and insisted: "Don't tell Wen Bo yet, I haven't said that I want to participate. If I am allowed to participate in the program in this state and still be a mentor, then it is better to find someone else."

"I'm not ashamed to go up." Qi Yanqing put down the water glass, put the hat on his head again, "continue to play the music."

"Are you able to dance like this while still taking medicine?" Shen Tanzhou said as he pushed Qi Yanqing onto the chair, and heard him coughing a few times.

He taught in a stern tone: "I didn't force you to participate in the competition, and I didn't ask you to put your body into it! Speaking of practicing is just practicing, what's the matter with jumping with your life."

"I'll see what you can do if you really jump out of any sequelae! Just to jump to the most perfect and extreme level in the next three to five years, regardless of the future? After you hurt your feet, you will have trouble walking. Do you want to sit in a wheelchair with Chu Xing?"

Qi Yanqing didn't want to rest, he would get tired after taking a rest, and his body's fatigue would come out, and it would be difficult to maintain the feeling.

He smiled helplessly, pinching his sore leg, "I may not survive in three to five years, maybe there will be some accident someday."

"I don't want to talk about the future, just focus on the present." Qi Yanqing stood up again, "I know what to do, if you continue like this, go out, don't waste my time."

Shen Tanzhou frowned, he also knew that Qi Yanqing couldn't be persuaded, so he turned on the music after being silent for a while.

He looked at the person immersed in the dance again, and couldn't tell what kind of feeling he felt in his heart. He felt distressed and reluctant, but at the same time he felt that he was really arrogant, and he should be like this.

Some people choose to enjoy the years quietly and peacefully for a hundred years, while others choose to bloom to the extreme, even if it is just a flick of a finger.

Shen Tanzhou watched Qi Yanqing dance the classical dance, his heart ached. He felt that Qi Yanqing looked more adrift than before.

...like no one is tugging on his string anymore.

Zhou Jian answered the phone outside, "Brother Tan, no! Who said we are practicing dance, how is that possible!"

"We went into the coffee shop after your inspection... Ah, he didn't drink, he didn't drink, didn't he suffer from insomnia?"

"It's just that I haven't gone out for a long time. Qingqing wants to see outside. It's impossible to practice dancing. Can Zhoushen and I let him mess around?"

"Brother Zhou." As Zhou Jian was speaking, a voice sounded so cold beside her.

Tan Wang asked in a cold voice, "Whose voice?"

Zhou Jian was startled, seeing Zhong Shenbai who suddenly appeared, and quickly said to the phone: "No one, I met a friend."

Tan Wang said in a cold voice: "Zhou Jian, don't let Yan Qing mess around, he has never taken his body seriously, and he will start injecting blockers soon."

Zhou Jian glanced at Zhong Shenbai, told him not to move, walked away a few steps and asked in a low voice, "When will the injection be?"

"Just start the injection in these two days, and you are going to participate in the show again. The surgery should not be done too late, and you must allow time for recovery."

"Zhou Jian, I'm serious, look at Yanqing." Tan Wang was afraid that he would not understand, so he said it more clearly, "Grandpa Qi is gone, he has nothing to worry about now, do you understand?"

Zhou Jian turned pale with fright and hung up the phone.

Zhong Shenbai is still waiting for him at the door of the training room. The training room is a soundproof room, so the sound inside cannot be heard from the outside.

"Brother Zhou, is Qingshen inside?" Zhong Shenbai asked with a smile. He was dressed in white clothes, looking clean and bright.

"No, it's Zhou Shen." Zhou Jian said, "Aren't you busy? Are you still training?"

Zhong Shenbai looked at Zhou Jian with a smile, "Brother Zhou doesn't want to take me with him when he regains his senses?"

"Don't think too much about it." Zhou Jian patted him on the shoulder, not thinking clearly and not wanting to take you, okay.

"I have a game tomorrow, will Brother Zhou accompany me?" Zhong Shenbai looked very coaxing, and immediately smiled.

Zhou Jian flipped through the calendar in her hand, and said embarrassedly: "Unfortunately, I happen to have something to do. I will definitely accompany you next time. Go to training."

Zhong Shenbai stared at his face, and after a few seconds, he raised a cute smile, "Okay, then don't bother Brother Zhou, we agreed to go with me next time."

"Okay, okay." Zhou Jian finally sent people away before entering the training room.

"Still dancing?!" Zhou Jian looked at Qi Yanqing's feet, "Ancestor! It was only bandaged last night! Brother Tan has been telling me not to exercise strenuously, and if I can use my feet, I don't need them!"

While Zhou Jian was talking, she looked at Qi Yanqing's cold and pale face. She was supposed to come out for an examination today.

Who knew that after leaving the hospital, Qingqing told Shen Tanzhou that she wanted to join the Dance Association.

After I came, I said I would try improvisation to see if I still felt it.

And then it took so long?

It wasn't until the dance music was played that Qi Yanqing stopped, and sat on the ground exhausted, looking very tired, but with a wanton and bright smile, he gasped and said, "It's okay."

Shen Tanzhou has a progress display on it, 53 songs, which is not too bad.

On the same day, Zhou Jian drove Qi Yanqing back to his grandfather's house.

After returning home, Qi Yanqing didn't care about anything, she was so tired that she fell asleep on the bed without even changing her clothes.

Lu Yichao cooked a table of meals, all of which Qi Yanqing liked.

He watched Qi Yanqing return to the bedroom, without saying a word, he could only ask Zhou Jian: "How's the test result?"

Zhou Jian: "When are you leaving?"

Lu Yichao frowned, "How's the condition of his glands? Is the operation dangerous? Can it be done?"

Zhou Jian: "When are you leaving?"

Lu Yichao clenched his fists, the last thing he wanted to hear was the word "go"!

"I can't tell you about Qi Yanqing and I. I'll ask Tan Wang about the condition of his glands. If you ask him to come out for dinner, I'll go out."

Lu Yichao took off his apron, took his coat and went out. If Qi Yanqing couldn't see him, he might have a better appetite.

He told Zhou Jian: "When the meal gets cold, warm it up in the microwave. He has a bad stomach..."

Zhou Jian snorted and interrupted him: "Why are you pretending to be a good person? Now that you know how to treat him well, can't you see that Qingqing doesn't like you anymore?"

Zhou Jian didn't like him a long time ago. He didn't want to quarrel because others were present these days, but now he felt angry when he heard Lu Yichao's hypocritical words.

He looked at Lu Yichao indifferently, "Eating what was in the bowl and looking at what was in the pot, I liked Chu Xing and dared not say it, and then married Qingqing? You are so sneaky as a stand-in, you, why do you still have the face here?" cook..."

Lu Yichao stood at the door, looked back at him coldly, gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up!"

Zhou Jian smiled, walked up to Lu Yichao, raised her head slightly, "Mr. Lu, do you still think I'm that CP fan?"

"In the past few days, I've figured it out. Chu Xing doesn't like you. He doesn't even know that you like him. Yo, are you still in love with him? It's really hard. Have you been in love with Chu Xing for three years? Four years? Or more? For a long time? Thinking of the person you have a crush on with a clear face, you are so fucking infatuated."

Lu Yizhao couldn't bear his yin and yang strangeness, turned around and looked at him, with a harsh tone: "Since when did I like Chu Xing, don't talk nonsense in front of Qi Yanqing, I have never liked anyone else..."

Zhou Jian interrupted him and growled, "The day of the kidnapping wasn't clear enough?! You didn't even see it clearly, you kept looking at Qi Chuxing like I was blind!"

Thinking of that day, Zhou Jian's eyes turned red with anger, her voice couldn't be suppressed at all, and she choked up and said, "Didn't you tell Qingqing to cry? I've never seen him cry like that!"

"You said you don't like Qi Chuxing? You don't like him. Why did you throw a bunch of photos of you joking around! Do you dare to say that Lu Yao didn't show Qingqing on purpose?"

Zhou Jian looked at Lu Yichao viciously, "You said you don't like Qi Chuxing, then who do you like? Qi Yanqing? Then why didn't you choose him on the day of the kidnapping!"

Lu Yichao's whole body was tense, and Zhou Jian pushed him hard against the wall. The strength just now disappeared, and his right hand shook violently again.

Zhou Jian grabbed his collar, her eyes were bloodshot, "Say it! People are right in front of you, you don't fucking choose... bastard! I'm not saying that Qi Chuxing deserves to die, but you have absolutely no intention of comforting Qingqing."

"Do you know how indifferent you were at that time?" Zhou Jian's heart palpitations recalled that scene, "The earphones tell you not to move, don't step forward, and don't provoke Lu Yao! Did the earphones tell you to fucking bully Qi Yanqing! Have you been told not to choose him?"

Lu Yichao moved his mouth, his face was pale and he looked embarrassed, his heart was throbbing with pain and suffocation, his body was weak and he could only stand against the wall, he clenched his fist hard, blood oozes from the seam of his right finger.

Zhou Jian wiped his face heavily, the corners of his eyes were terribly red, "Don't say you like Qi Yanqing, I feel sick when I hear that!"

"Who can bear your liking like this, why don't you just say that you hate him, it's more believable."?