After finishing the work, her butt didn't hurt very much. Lin Ye even thought about whether he was too talented before falling asleep.
Waking up with the alarm ringing the next day, Lin Ye resisted the discomfort in his buttocks, got up from the blanket to turn off the alarm clock, only to realize that he was wrong.
He climbed down by stepping on the upper bunk ladder, his movements were as slow as those of an old man. When his feet landed on the ground, there was only one thought left in his mind, that he had lost a lot.
It's just a lead dancer's position, and the butt will hurt for a few days. There is no doubt that it is simply an unfair trade.
And this kind of thought became more and more intense when he saw Jiang Lian who was moving freely in the classroom. Fortunately, learning to sing does not require a lot of exercise, Lin Ye calmly breathed a sigh of relief.
It's just that the hard floor in the practice room still makes Lin Ye a little restless. Even the other teammates sitting next to him could clearly see Lin Ye's torment and absent-mindedness.
Qiu Yi couldn't help but raised his head and asked him, "What's wrong with you today?"
Lin Ye paused, looked past Qiu Yi, and leaned lightly towards Jiang, and answered concisely: "Hemorrhoids."
Qiu Yi's expression changed from surprise to sympathy, "My mother also has hemorrhoids, and it's really uncomfortable to have hemorrhoids."
Ming Rang joked with a smile, "If you have hemorrhoids, don't sit on a hard floor."
Lin Ye looked at the empty classroom and asked casually, "Then where do you think I should sit?"
Ming Rang didn't answer, but Qiu Yi answered with winks: "There is no place to sit, so just sit on our lap."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Lin Ye and other teammates stared at him.
Qiu Yi froze for a moment, then said with a little hesitation: "...just kidding, why are you looking at me? Could it be that when you were in high school, didn't you sit on the lap of the same table?"
The corners of the teammates' mouths twitched slightly, but they didn't speak.
Only Jiang Lian, who always looked calm, now seemed to take his words seriously, stretched out his curved legs naturally, patted his thighs twice with his palms, raised his eyes to Lin Ye, and raised his lips. Jiao said: "Sit on my lap, do you want to?"
Doing a theater business has always been done once.
Lin Ye quickly came to his senses, got up holding the lyrics book, walked in front of Jiang Lian, raised his leg and stepped between the opponent's double moon backs, and unceremoniously bent down and sat down on his lap.
The teammates stared blankly, only Ming Rang and Qiu Yi remained unchanged. Qiu Yi even followed Jiang Lian's example, stretched his legs, squeezed his thigh muscles, and smiled generously at Lin Ye, "The muscles on my legs must be softer than Jiang Lian, do you want to try it? "
Lin Ye also had the idea that enough was enough, so she followed Qiu Yi's words, reached out to support Jiang Lian's shoulders, and stood up from the opponent's lap.
Jiang Lian, whose back was leaning against the wall, straightened up, leaned forward abruptly, with his chin slightly raised against his shoulder, passed his hands under his armpit, took the lyrics book he was holding in his hand, and flipped through him as usual. I left a note next to the lyrics, and even briefly commented on two sentences: "This sentence is not emotional, not just pure anger."
"Really?" Lin Ye was taken aback for a moment, and his eyes fell back to his lyrics book, "Then besides anger, what other emotions do you have?"
Jiang Lian opened his lips and spat out two words: "Sorrow and anger."
Lin Ye deliberately competed with him, "Isn't grief a kind of anger?"
Jiang Lian said, "That's different."
Lin Ye didn't take it seriously, "What's the difference?"
"In addition to anger, there is grief." Jiang Lian turned his head and spread his palms in Ming Rang's direction, "Give me a pen."
Ming Rang asked for a pen from someone else and handed it to him. Holding the pen, Jiang Lian crossed out the word "anger" written by Lin Ye on the paper, leaving a smooth "sorrow" in the blank space above.
Lin Ye was a little distracted by Jiang Lian's handwriting on his lyrics book, and recalled for no reason the day after he came to participate in the show, Jiang Lian entered their dormitory to collect his mobile phone and wrote his name on the envelope.
The other party's handwriting is still as strong and beautiful as ever, but his relationship with Jiang Lian has undergone earth-shaking changes. If it was at that time, he definitely would not have expected that one day he would have sex with Jiang Lian.
Of course, going to bed is probably not quite right. He and Jiang Lian only did it once on the floor in the classroom, they didn't go to bed, and they didn't even finish taking off their clothes.
Realizing that he was distracted, Jiang Lian closed the cap of the pen in his hand, raised the pen and tapped it on the back of his hand, "Why are you in a daze?"
Lin Ye regained consciousness, "Nothing."
Jiang Lian glanced at the lyric notes that had been changed by himself. After a while, his brows raised slightly, "The words are a bit ugly. But," his tone was tinged with a faint smile, "People are better than words." That's it."
Lin Ye was stunned for a moment, and the rebuttal words that were about to come out of his lips suddenly disappeared.
Behind him, Jiang Lian stuffed the lyrics book and pen into his hands, and reminded him aloud, "Get up when you've sat down enough."
Lin Ye didn't stand up as she said, but remembered something again, subconsciously raised her eyes and looked around, seeing that other people were buried in the lyrics and no one was paying attention to them, she turned her head to look at Jiang Lian in peace.
It just so happened that the other party had withdrawn his hands and leaned against the wall behind him. Lin Ye raised her hand to grab Jiang Lian's clothes, raised her eyebrows where the camera couldn't record her face, and asked, "I'll do it with you, so why don't you send me away with a lead dancer that I can grab with my own strength?"
Jiang Lian approached him with deep eyes, "Not everyone can sit on the thigh of the C position."
"Who knows if the program team will cut it off." Lin Ye whispered to himself, but the hand that was holding onto his clothes was released.
When the practice time in the morning was coming to an end, the staff of the program group delivered new team uniforms of uniform style and color.
Lin Ye's group received white sweaters and sweatpants with the sponsor's logo on them. The staff told them: "Starting tomorrow, we will stop wearing colorful class uniforms. Everyone will wear team uniforms."
The trainees nodded in response, and each of them picked out a set of team uniforms that fit the yardage. After the staff left, Qiu Yi touched the new team uniform and said with emotion: "The program team finally agreed to give us new clothes. I thought I would wear this set until the last episode."
Someone laughed and scolded him for not knowing the blessings, "If it's the pink uniform of Class A, I'd be willing to wear it until the day of my debut."
Qiu Yi was in a mess with the other party in an instant.
Lin Ye put the unopened new team uniform under his buttocks, picked up the lyrics book and hadn't finished reading a few lines when another teacher from the program group came over.
The other party directly called Jiang Lian out by name, and Qiu Yi temporarily reconciled with his fighting teammates. After looking at each other curiously, they both hunched down and walked lightly, and moved to the door to listen to the corner.
In less than two minutes, Qiu Yi returned with the information, "The teacher asked Jiang Lian to pick a tall one from our group and take it with me to take an advertisement for the sponsoring father in the afternoon." He clicked softly, "Which one of us is the tallest? ?”
Ming Rang laughed, "You will know if you stand up and compare?"
Qiu Yi raised his hand to signal everyone to stand up, and then pulled Lin Ye up from the floor. The seven people stood in a row and compared each other in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. The eyes of the trainees all fell on Ming Rang's face.
Just as Qiu Yi was about to speak, he caught a glimpse of Jiang Lian walking in from the door out of the corner of his eye. He turned towards the other party, and heard Jiang Lian say: "The teacher of the program group asked me to take a teammate to shoot commercials—"
Before the other party finished speaking, Qiu Yi interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "I know, you have to grow tall."
Jiang Lian glanced at him, his expression unchanged, "I want to grow taller. But I can't be taller than me, and I can't be shorter than Qiu Yi."
Everyone was stunned, but they didn't expect such strict additional conditions in the follow-up. Then they all looked at Lin Ye and pushed him out, "There just happened to be one that met the requirements."
Lin Ye looked surprised, and confirmed to Jiang Lian: "Me?"
Jiang Lian asked indifferently: "Is there anyone else who meets this requirement besides you?"
Teammates, you look at me, I look at you, and finally shook your head, "No more."
"Then it's you." Jiang Lian lifted his chin lightly in his direction, "I need to do styling in advance at noon, come with me."
After the other party finished speaking, he turned and walked out. Lin Yeli hesitated for a second, and finally followed.
After the two walked out of the classroom, Lin Ye called Jiang Lian to stop, and asked with a complicated expression, "Is there a dancing part in the commercial?"
Jiang Lian stopped, "I asked, no."
Lin Ye was a little relieved, but after a while she became suspicious again, "Teacher really said, if you want to find someone who can't be taller than you, and can't be shorter than Qiu Yi?"
Jiang Lian put his hands in his pockets, stared at him for a while, and asked in an unclear manner, "Do you believe it?"
Lin Ye thought for a while, "I don't believe it."
Jiang Lian nodded, and suddenly stretched out a hand to pinch his cheek. After a few seconds, he let go of his hand and looked away, "It's not really stupid."
Lin Ye was taken aback for a moment, the pinched half of his face felt faintly hot.
In the classroom of Class A over there, Qiu Yi put Ming Rang on his shoulder and sighed: "What a pity, you just missed the opportunity to be photographed."
Ming Rang smiled slightly, pushed his arm off his shoulder, and patted his face instead, with the same smile, "You are too young."