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Putting down the phone, Chen Muxiao's hands still trembled uncontrollably.

Yuan Zhe came over, although he could see Chen Muxiao's strangeness, but he didn't say anything, but put on a captain's friendly gesture to wish Chen Muxiao a happy birthday.

"Our rehearsal time is tight, and we don't have time to help you celebrate a decent birthday. My brothers and I made some money and bought you a big cake as a token of our love."

As soon as Yuan Zhe finished speaking, he heard the staff knock on the door, and a cake trolley pushed in, with a blue-green double-layered birthday cake on it.

Hong Xiu jumped over, took out more than half of the mutton skewers from under the car, and waved at Chen Muxiao as if offering a treasure.

"I bought it specially for you!" Hong Xiu smiled like a child, asking for credit.

However, the behavior of other people was quite contrasting. Some people sent blessings officially, while some people still looked down on Chen Muxiao, a "relationship household", and were still very indifferent to him.

Yuan Zhe took the knife and handed it to Chen Muxiao: "I heard that a small fan meeting birthday party will be arranged for you tomorrow night, let's celebrate it in advance."

Chen Muxiao hadn't celebrated his birthday for a long time. He was the one who made arrangements for his elder brother when he was not abroad. Later, his family didn't pay attention, and he didn't care either.Later, the company also wanted to give it to him, but the conditions were so poor that they couldn’t even approve the cake. Every time, they bought a small cake for 15 yuan from a cake shop and ate it, even if it was a birthday.

Chen Muxiao held the handle of the knife, unable to lower it for a long time, feeling that everything was miraculous.

The blessings from strangers, whether true or false, are like a stage play in which you are a spectator. If you are not in it, you can still be infected by the atmosphere.

Regardless of whether the blessing was true or not, Chen Muxiao felt a little touched, the corners of his eyes were wet, and he wanted to cry a little pretentiously.

He didn't know how he cut the cake, shared the cake and ate the cake. When he came back from being immersed in unsteady happiness, Yuan Zhe pulled him over to continue practicing.

The distance between heaven and hell was too close, before Chen Muxiao could get out of his emotions completely, he was slapped awake by reality.

"Chen Muxiao, you're in the wrong place." Qing Yun said with a half growl.

"Ouch!" Hong Xiu couldn't help shouting after being stepped on again.

"This action is still not standard." Yuan Zhe said helplessly.

Even though he has undergone special training, he is useless to a dancer like Chen Muxiao...

Otherwise, let's cancel tomorrow's meeting, this progress is just holding everyone back.Chen Muxiao was thinking dejectedly, and he still didn't forget to take a bite of Hong Xiu's birthday present "Lamb Kidney".

After countless practice sessions, everyone was so exhausted that they fell to the ground and fell asleep, but Chen Muxiao tossed and turned and got up again.

Hong Xiu helped him record the "training" scene of Zhong Yue and Yuan Zhe. Chen Muxiao followed the video and practiced over and over again. Looking back at the feeling at that time and Zhong Yue's words, it seemed that he felt more and more.

An hour later, Yuan Zhe got up to wake up all the trainees, and found that Chen Muxiao was leaning against the corner of the wall with his whole body wet, and his sweat hit the ground like pillars, and a small piece of ground near him had been dizzy, forming a small puddle. water stains.

Yuan Zhe was in a trance for a moment, thinking of himself many years ago, also hiding in a dark corner, practicing hard day and night, just to be able to stand in front of people and earn a reputation as a genius.

Genius is not achieved overnight, only hardened into steel.He believed this sentence, so he is now the king.But others believed in his genius personality, so they could only follow behind him.

"What a fool." Yuan Zhe murmured to himself. He didn't know how many complicated emotions were mixed in this sentence, but he finally smiled sincerely.

It remains to be seen how far such a silly boy can go.

In the new rehearsal, Chen Muxiao was praised by Yuan Zhe, and Hong Xiu praised him pleasantly for not stepping on her feet.

After laughing awkwardly, Chen Muxiao deeply understood a truth: Only by working hard can one know how important talent is.

Although it has improved a lot, Chen Muxiao is still holding everyone back, but this time everyone's attitude is no longer so indifferent, and occasionally they will patiently guide him.

Chen Muxiao practiced like this for an unknown amount of time, when Chu Fengnan came to pick him up, all the trainees were lying on the ground to catch up on sleep.

Chen Muxiao was leaning against the corner with his clothes sticking to his body. He frowned and twisted his back uneasily, feeling very uncomfortable.

Chu Fengnan slowly helped him up and found several red spots on his neck.When I took off my clothes in my room, there was a large patch of dense red bumps on my back.

Chu Lan followed behind, silently turning her eyes away.He has severe trypophobia, and almost fainted after just looking at it, this may be his only weakness.

Chu Fengnan gasped, he didn't expect Chen Muxiao to fight so hard.The tender skin is full of pimples, and others can't bear to look at it, but Chu Fengnan caresses it carefully.

It's just that every inch he touched, Chen Muxiao's itching became more uncomfortable, and he couldn't help moaning in his sleep.

In a daze, Chen Muxiao whispered, "Fengnan, scratch me, I can't take it anymore."

Chu Fengnan couldn't see him suffering, and slowly applied force with his slender fingers.But it doesn't matter now, the pimples on Chen Muxiao's back seemed to have been fertilized, and they all turned red with a feeling of "vigorous".

The pimples under his hands were getting bigger and bigger, and felt like a row of small beads on his hands. Chu Lan didn't even dare to look at it out of the corner of her eye, and turned her back.

"Master, this is prickly heat. It should be caused by sweating a lot and then sleeping on the floor."

Chu Fengnan lived a good life since he was a child, and this is the first time he has seen this kind of situation. He really can't think of any way to deal with it, and he is a little confused. He can only help Chen Muxiao scratch his back again and again, but it seems that the more he scratches, the more itchy , there was a hint of crying in Chen Muxiao's voice.

Chu Lan didn't know when she went out, and soon took a box of prickly heat powder in her hand.

Chu Fengnan threw himself on Chen Muxiao's back carefully, and the pimple disappeared after a few minutes.

At this time, Chen Muxiao had woken up in a daze, and saw Chu Fengnan habitually wrapping his arms around his neck, entangled Chu Fengnan like a water snake, rubbing against him subconsciously.

"Baby!" Chu Fengnan's voice suddenly became tense, and his breathing became a little short.

However, Chen Muxiao's air conditioner was blowing comfortably, and he hugged him a little tighter, whispering: "What's wrong?"

The next second, he jumped up suddenly, and looked at Chu Fengnan with a flushed face, bewildered like a deer being bullied.

"You, you beast!" Chen Muxiao yelled softly.

Chu Fengnan was extremely wronged, he was obviously the "victim", and he was going to be beaten up.

Only now did Chen Muxiao see clearly that it was Chu Fengnan's small room, and he glared at him again: "Steal me here while I was sleeping, why are you at ease?"

Chu Fengnan: I obviously didn't think about it before, but who knew that you had heat rash and took the initiative to throw yourself into your arms...

But of course he wouldn't say such things, Xiaolu would be shy~