All gathered in the afternoon, and PD Shen announced on the spot the task of learning the theme song of the program and reassessment of grades.
The name of the theme song is "The Light I Give You", and the singing and dancing are of medium difficulty. The learning time given by the program group is three days and four nights.
The trainees were in an uproar, and after disbanding at the same place, they went shoulder to shoulder to visit the practice room of each class.
Xia Dongchan and two other teammates stayed in the practice room to learn dancing. Lin Ye was sweating from dancing in the morning, so she went back to take a shower first.
I washed my hair in the shower, changed my shift clothes and came out to find the hair dryer, but I couldn't remember where Xia Dongchan put the hair dryer.
He got up and wanted to touch his phone to call Xia Dongchan, but then he remembered that the phone was handed over at noon.
He raised his hand to brush his wet hair, and the water droplets from the tip of his hair splashed around and landed on his eyelashes and the tip of his nose.
Lin Ye opened the dormitory door and knocked one by one. When she knocked on the wrong dormitory yesterday, she paused, and then deliberately jumped over. But there was no movement in any of the dormitories.
Lin Ye had no choice but to go back and knock on the bedroom door that he had missed.
Ben was also prepared for no one to open the door, but unexpectedly, the door opened soon.
The person who opened the door was Jiang Lian himself.
The heating was blowing in, Jiang Lian stood in front of the door with his upper body uncovered and looked down at him, "What? You knocked from the first room to the last room, but no one came out to open the door for you?"
Knowing that the other party heard it in the dormitory, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Lin Ye's face, and soon returned to normal, "Can I borrow the hair dryer in your dormitory?"
"Come in." Jiang Lian turned around and walked two steps in. He couldn't tell whether it was a mockery or a suggestion, "The temperature in the dormitory is so high, if you stand by the radiator, your hair will dry quickly."
Lin Ye silently followed him into the door, but when Jiang Lian passed by the sofa, she glanced back at him, "Close the door."
Lin Ye turned around to close the door, and when he turned around, a towel hit his chest head-on. Lin Ye subconsciously reached out to catch it, and recognized that the towel was on the armrest of the sofa.
Jiang Lian's voice drifted into his ears: "Wipe the ends of your hair dry."
Lin Ye raised her eyes in surprise, a word of thanks was already lingering on her lips.
But he heard Jiang Lian say, "Don't wet the dormitory floor."
Lin Ye immediately shut up and swallowed the words of thanks again.
He grabbed the towel in his arms and wanted to rub it on the top of his head, but his hands were wet. Lin Ye lowered her eyes in astonishment, only to find that there was a large area in the middle of the towel that was darker in color.
Lin Ye's complexion was a bit indescribable, "Will you wipe my hair with a wet towel?"
Jiang Lian looked back at him.
Lin Ye frowned without any trace, "What did you wipe with this towel before—"
"Hair." Jiang Lian cut him off.
Lin Ye still hadn't reacted, "What?"
Jiang Lian withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at him, "I used the towel to wipe my hair before, so you can find the dry part on the side and wipe it yourself."
Lin Ye's expression softened a little, and she sat down by the sofa with a towel.
Over there, Jiang Lian had already dug out the hair dryer from the cabinet and plugged it into the outlet. He stopped beside Lin Ye and bent down to pick up the pink uniform that he had thrown on the sofa.
Lin Ye sat under the corner of the class uniform, Jiang Lian raised his eyes and called to him: "Lift your butt."
Lin Ye did as she said, and her eyes swept across the opponent's abdominal muscles that did not show any fat even if she bent over.
Jiang Lian put on his class uniform and told him to dry his hair before putting it on, "Here to dry your hair, don't take the hair dryer away."
Lin Ye raised her head when she heard the words, and her eyes fell on the part of Jiang Lian's clothes that was close to the skin around her waist. The fabric he pressed looked a little crumpled, and maybe there was still a little bit of his body temperature.
Without any reason, he was a little distracted.
When she realized what the other party said, Lin Ye paused first, then stood up abruptly, looked straight at Jiang Lian, and wrote lightly: "Don't worry, I'm not the same, and I'm not interested in you. This kind of reason came to harass you again and again."
Jiang Lian raised the corners of his lips when he heard the words, and his eyes lingered on his face, "I need to use it when I come back at night, I'm afraid you might forget to return it."
Unexpectedly, Lin Ye nodded calmly and said, "That's good."
After speaking, he walked forward calmly. The moment he lifted his foot to bypass the opponent, his mouth was dry and his palms felt hot.
"However," Jiang Lian added coldly, "I really don't intend to develop any relationship with anyone here other than teammates and opponents."
Lin Ye paused when she pushed the hair dryer switch, and asked without looking back: "What's the use of telling me about this kind of thing alone? You should tell those who want to develop other relationships with you."