After Lin Ye caught a cold, the task of waking up his teammates in the morning was over. On the day when the cold was almost healed, a staff member came to inform them that they would be arranged to go to the beauty salon to have their hair dyed on Thursday. The time of the members of the two groups is just staggered, the A group is in the afternoon, and the B group is in the morning.
When the other party was talking, Lin Ye just lowered his head and coughed. He only heard the first half of the sentence, but didn't hear the rest. It is taken for granted that everyone gathers in the classroom at eight o'clock sharp. When Lin Ye woke up on Thursday morning, she even thought she had overslept, so she climbed out of bed, brushed her teeth and washed her face in a hurry, and took out two Throwing a piece of chocolate into the pocket of his trousers, he went straight to the classroom.
After entering the door, they saw Yan Changfei practicing, Cheng Chi and Chi Suan eating breakfast, but no one else in the group or anyone in Group B. He asked Qi Xu, "Aren't you going to the beauty salon in the morning?"
Qi Xu was drinking porridge, he bit his straw and answered inarticulately, "Group B is in the morning, and our group is in the afternoon."
Turned out to be the wrong time, Lin Ye took out the chocolate and put it in his mouth, turned around and walked out of the door, at the same time said to Qi slowly: "If Jiang Lian and the others are here, tell them for me, I'll eat first—"
Before the words fell, the body first bumped into the person who came in from the door.
Jiang Lian stepped back and stood still, raised his eyebrows and asked him, "Tell us what?"
Lin Ye paused slightly.
Jiang Lian had already walked into the classroom, and Wen Mian also entered the door one step behind. Jiang Lian nodded his head and glanced at the two who were still sitting on the ground eating breakfast, "Yesterday's dance was messed up. Get up after you finish eating. Let's practice a few more times."
It is said that the dance is not neat, but in fact, only Cheng Chi and Qi Suan are not neat among the six people.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the two of them knew that they were slowing down, and they were too shy to make other teammates wait. They immediately put down their breakfast and got up and said, "We've finished eating, let's start now."
Several people lined up quickly, but Lin Ye still stood outside the line without moving. Jiang Lian glanced at him, "What else do you need?"
Lin Ye was silent for a while, and finally gave up the idea of going back to the cafeteria for breakfast with a fluke mentality. He shook his head and said no, then took off his down jacket, walked and stood in his place.
There was no music playing in the classroom, and Jiang Lian, who stood in the center, was in charge of counting the beat, and the team members started and released dance moves according to the beat. In the second quarter, the team changed to a regular triangle, and everyone needed to raise their arms and then retract their arms, step their legs and bend over, and put one hand on their knees.
Cheng Chi and Qi Huan didn't have any problems, Jiang Lian frowned and stopped, looking at where Lin Ye was standing in the mirror, "Snap the shot."
Lin Ye stood up straight, closed her eyes, "I'm sorry, let's do it again."
The six came again.
The person who went wrong was still Lin Ye. He didn't rush to shoot, but he was half a beat behind.
Jiang Lian stopped to look at him again, and said in a cold tone, "Do you want me to say anything?"
Lin Ye pursed her lips and apologized for the second time: "Sorry, I was distracted and didn't keep up."
They danced the second bar a third time.
The rhythm of Lin Ye's stepping legs and bending over was just right. When the others retracted their legs and straightened their bodies, Lin Ye hung her head and supported her knees without moving. Jiang Lian probably ran out of patience at last, broke away from the formation, walked up to him and asked him, his voice was a little cold when he spoke: "Your cold is still not good?"
Lin Ye didn't look up, "Okay."
Jiang Lian scolded him in front of everyone: "Since it's good, why is it still in such a bad state? If you don't want to practice, you can just say it. But don't take your talent and strength as your squandered capital."
Lin Ye didn't eat breakfast, so he was prone to hypoglycemia. At this moment, his head was dizzy, and he only felt that the other party's questioning made him upset. He frowned and straightened up. Before he could blurt out the retorting words, his eyes dimmed, and he leaned towards Jiang Lian.
The teammates were all taken aback.
Jiang Lian, who was closest to him, also showed a dazed expression, stood on the spot and stretched out his hand, taking him into his arms.
The teammates came back to their senses one after another, and immediately gathered around and asked, "Did you have a high fever and fainted?"
Jiang Lian's right hand was wrapped around Lin Ye's waist, and he freed his left hand to touch Lin Ye's forehead.
Turning his face away from the other party's protruding hand, Lin Ye raised his eyelids and asked, "What are you doing?"
Jiang Lian's face was pale, but his tone of voice softened a little: "See if you're burnt out."
Lin Ye wanted to stand up, but her limbs still felt limp. He simply gave up on himself, dropped his head on his shoulder, sniffed the scent of shower gel on the neckline of the other party, and replied absent-mindedly: "I'm not burned, I'm going to be hungry."
The teammates suddenly felt a false alarm, Wen Mian immediately said: "I said why you came so early today, it turns out that you didn't have breakfast."
Their practice had to be temporarily suspended, Wen Fang went to the cafeteria to buy breakfast for him, Cheng Chi and Qi Xu continued to eat the uncold breakfast, Yan Changfei lay on the floor and closed his eyes. Lin Ye and Jiang Lian were left. The former sat by the wall and waited for breakfast, while the latter went to the window sill to get water.
The classroom fell silent for an instant, and no one spoke.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Jiang Lian's profile standing in front of the window sill drinking water, and his Adam's apple rolled when he swallowed, and Lin Ye suddenly had a detailed picture of that night in the classroom in his mind. It was also on that windowsill that he sat in Jiang Lian's arms dripping with sweat, and accidentally touched Jiang Lian's Adam's apple with his fingers in the dark.
As if it happened yesterday, I can even clearly recall which two fingers of which hand it was. Lin Ye lowered her eyes, and subconsciously raised the thumb and index finger of her left hand, overlapping her fingertips and rubbing them lightly.
In the next second, he pinched the two restless fingers with his right hand, licked the dry skin of his lips, raised his head and spoke in Jiang Lian's direction, and said in a moderate voice, "I want to drink water too."
Jiang Lian heard it, and turned his face sideways while holding the water bottle, "Which one?"
Lin Ye squinted his eyes for a moment to identify, then raised his finger to his side, "The blue one is mine."
Jiang Lian put down the water bottle in his hand, bent down and picked up the blue water glass by the window sill and threw it into his arms. Lin Ye held the cup and shook his thanks to him, unscrewed the lid of the cup and raised his head to drink water. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Jiang Lian sitting down with his legs bent by his side.
Lin Ye drank the water, didn't talk to the other party, and seemed to have just remembered. She turned sideways and took out another piece of chocolate from her trouser pocket, tore off the wrapping paper, and lowered her head to grab the small half of the chocolate in one bite.
The wrapping paper fluttered down and landed in Jiang Lian's hand. He picked up the broken wrapping paper and glanced at it, and quickly remembered the scene of taking out chocolates from Lin Ye's pocket on the stairs outside the classroom a few days ago. He crumpled the wrapping paper on his fingertips and asked casually, "Are you hypoglycemic?"
Lin Ye nodded with a piece of chocolate in her mouth.
Jiang Lian didn't say anything else, his eyes fell on his face, "Is the chocolate delicious?"
Lin Ye answered vaguely: "Have you not eaten before?"
"I haven't eaten." Knowing what he was asking, Jiang Lian looked normal, "Ming Rang ate the chocolate."
Lin Ye said: "If you want to taste it, I can bring it for you next time."
Jiang Lian raised the corners of his lips and said slowly in a low voice, "I want to taste it now."
When the other party said this, Lin Ye just raised his chin, trying to move his upper and lower lips, and swallowed the second half of the chocolate exposed in the air. One piece."
Jiang Lian said, "Isn't there still half a dollar here?"
The sound fell to the ground over there, but Lin Ye hadn't reacted yet. He even vaguely began to wonder if his hypoglycemia was so severe that he couldn't even understand the words of people who spoke clearly.
Jiang Lian didn't give him too much time to think, and put one hand on the floor between himself and Lin Ye, turned sideways and leaned over with a calm expression, and opened his mouth to bite the half of the chocolate hanging from Lin Ye's mouth.
The eyes of the two collided, their shoulders touched, their thighs were pressed together, and the breath between their lips and teeth intertwined with each other through a piece of chocolate.
The real touch of the meeting of lips and teeth that night came to my heart again.
Lin Ye's expression froze. It's just that he didn't eat breakfast and had low blood sugar, but he wasn't an intermittent amnesia patient with a bad brain. He hadn't forgotten that he and Jiang Lian were sitting in the brightly lit practice room at this moment, not behind the curtains in the dark back.
There are three pairs of eyes behind them and four cameras overhead.
Lin Ye clearly heard the crisp sound of the tense nerves breaking off in his head.
His eyelids twitched, only to see that Jiang Lian was already backing away from his face with half a piece of chocolate in his mouth. Lin Ye regained consciousness in a trance, and realized belatedly that what she heard was the sound Jiang Lian made when he bit the chocolate.
Lin Ye's jaw was tense, and he looked around.
Yan Changfei was still lying on the floor and dozed off with his eyes closed, while Cheng Chi and Qi Huan lowered their heads and licked their ears together. Except for the camera swaying faintly in the corner, no one noticed the two of them.
Lin Ye lowered her head and didn't look at Jiang Lian, but her tone was incredible: "Do you want to retire? There are cameras here."
Jiang Lian said, "What's the problem?"
Lin Ye parted her lips, but there was no smile in her eyes, "What's your problem?"
Jiang Lian looked indifferent, "You can accept sharing a pair of chopsticks with others, but can't you accept sharing a piece of chocolate with others?"
Lin Ye was stunned, and then refuted him clearly: "That's different."
Jiang Lian asked, "What's the difference?"
"Everywhere is different." Lin Ye turned her head to look at him, her eyes were very calm, "I will not share the same pair of chopsticks with others under the camera."
"I'm not a fool, I know what it means." There was a bit of sarcasm in his eyes, and the boyishness that had been worn away in the past years was clearly revealed at this moment, "I don't think I need to rely on other people's fans and fans. Popularity is the only way to live on this stage.”
"Even if you can only go on stage once?" Jiang Lian asked.
Lin Ye didn't know, so, "What?"
Jiang Lian raised his eyelids, with a half-smile on his face, but there was a bit of sharpness and deep meaning in his eyes, "Even if you are at the bottom of the list and will be eliminated in the first round of voting, you will stick to your current idea?"
Lin Ye was stunned, and then remained silent for a long time, Jiang Lian couldn't answer this question.
He despises those means of attracting fans who are labeled as "blood-sucking" by the fan circle, but he has no confidence in being able to survive to the end. When faced with the dilemma of being eliminated, if someone reaches out to him and is willing to give him a hand, his heart will probably be shaken.
Lin Ye didn't give his own answer until the end, because Jiang Lian didn't seem to want to know his answer very much. From the change of expression on his face, Jiang Lian had already got the answer.
Lin Ye heard the other party say: "Don't worry, those just now won't be broadcast."
He was at a loss for words for a while, and even a little annoyed that he was always easily seen through by the other party. In turn, he remembered Jiang Lian's business-like and inhuman cold appearance during the previous rehearsal, and his heart became more and more unhappy.
He raised his head and looked ahead, "Is the chocolate delicious?"
Jiang Lian said, "It's too sweet, I don't like it."
Lin Ye was not surprised that the other party would not like it, she just pulled the corners of her lips lightly, implying something in her words, and asked with dissatisfaction and accusation: "I was still scolding me for dancing poorly five minutes ago, and I will come again five minutes later." Grab my chocolate, what do you think of me?"
Jiang Lian answered normally: "What do you think I take you for?"
Rao Lin Ye was also a little unexpected, subconsciously raised his eyes and bumped into the opponent's pupils as deep as a pool of ink. This made him fall into aphasia for a short time.
"Public is public, private is private. Shouldn't teammates be scolded for dragging their legs by dancing? What's more, we have nothing to do in private. Unless," Jiang Lian raised his eyes and smiled lightly. His two long legs stretched and overlapped, and his gaze was light from Lin Ye. Sliding across his face, his voice was deep and flat, "What other relationship do you want to have with me?"
The author has something to say: Small theater, Jiang Lian: Crazy hints. Lin Ye: Chapter 1 is over and breakfast hasn't come yet.