Qiu Jianlun met Wen Zezhen's eyes, was silent for a while, and finally turned sideways, "Don't disturb you."
Wen Zezhen nodded at him, picked up Rong Yuheng and walked out.
As soon as he walked to the door, he suddenly heard Qiu Jianlun's meaningful voice from behind, "Young Master Rong has quite a few brothers on the road."
Rong Yuheng, "..."
Qiu Jianlun, an old dog, bit him before he left!
Wen Zezhen's footsteps stagnated slightly, but did not stop, and only led Rong Yuheng out of the door.
After the two were side by side in the corridor, Wen Zezhen glanced at the former with a heavy gaze, "Are you brothers on the road again?"
Rong Yuheng lowered his head shyly, pretending to be stupid and stunned.
Wen Zezhen could see that this person was an ostrich. Whenever he encountered a problem he didn't want to face, he would bury his head in the sand, but he didn't know how high his butt was out there.
Just need to clean up.
Rong Yuheng didn't speak, and Wen Zezhen didn't ask any more questions. On the contrary, the former could not bear the silence and opened his mouth that was about to move,
"Mr. Wen, why are you here?"
Wen Zezhen said, "I just arrived, and when I met Zhou Shubai, he asked me to come to the lounge to take a look."
Rong Yuheng nodded.
It seemed that Zhou Shubai realized that he had been deceived only after he was taken out. Fortunately, he was not too stupid, and knew to call for help to support his weak egg peeling machine.
"Thank you, Mr. Wen."
Wen Zezhen said "um", "there are classes in the afternoon, you can go back to the dormitory and rest for a while."
"I'll go to the show team to get some medicine first, but I just bumped into my shoulder." The main reason was that he pushed Qiu Jianlun away with too much force, probably because he was blue.
Rong Yuheng said these words lightly, but Wen Zezhen was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at his shoulder, "Where is the injury?"
Rong Yuheng tapped his shoulder, "It hurts so much here." He said, looking sideways at the man, his peach blossom eyes raised slightly and pinched him with a smile, "Would you like to wipe it for me, Teacher Wen? medicine?"
boom!
Wen Zezhen's mind was stunned for a moment.
His heart jumped wildly, his throat rolled away, and he couldn't hold back the heaving of his chest.
Trying to calm down, he was about to say, "It's fine," when he heard Rong Yuheng's cheerful and lively laughter slip from his mouth, "Keke Keke... I'm joking!"
Wen Zezhen, "… "
Grass.
Rong Yuheng went to the show team to get the medicine, wiped it off by herself, and went back to the dormitory. The whole process was smooth and seamless, and there was not even a shred of space left for Wen Zezhen.
As soon as I returned to the dormitory, the roommates swarmed around them, "Are you alright, what's the situation!"
... For a moment, Rong Yuheng thought he was a reporter returning from the battlefield.
Zhou Shubai's eyes were especially guilty, and it was rare that he didn't speak hard, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. Is there anything wrong with you?"
Rong Yuheng rubbed his head, "You have nothing wrong, I have nothing."
"Then my brother-"
"He asked me to take good care of you."
Zhou Shubai obviously didn't believe it, but Rong Yuheng's mouth seemed to be locked, and he didn't want to say anything, so he had to give up.
"Then I'll treat you to Georgian food..."
Rong Yuheng choked up in his chest and waved his hands again and again, "No, no, thank you, thank you..."
More than half of the lunch break has passed, and a few people will go out to class after a short rest.
It happened that Rong Yuheng was learning dance in the afternoon. Since Wen Zezhen was here today, it means that Ke Ting's class was taken by him.
As soon as he entered the classroom, he saw Wen Zezhen.
The two were not far apart, and Rong Yuheng greeted enthusiastically, "Mr. Wen is good!"
Wen Zezhen glanced at him blankly.
Rong Yuheng didn't notice the former's small emotions, but when he was used to being cold, he turned his head after saying hello and played with the students.
Wen Zezhen, who originally wanted Rong Yuheng to open a flower to coax her, "… "
As soon as Huang Jianing stepped into the classroom, he saw Wen Zezhen's face as cold as ice, and he froze under his feet. Immediately following the latter's gaze, he locked onto Rong Yuheng, who was happy like a little idiot in the crowd for almost a second.
"..." Well, the source of all evil has been found.
Huang Jianing was a little apprehensive about Wen Zezhen, so he hurried over to pick Rong Yuheng out of the crowd, pulled him aside and asked in a low voice, "Did you offend Teacher Wen?"
Rong Yuheng was taken aback by the question, "No." Wen Zezhen kindly ran to salvage him at noon.
Huang Jianing, "Oh, that may be because I think too much."
Rong Yuheng agreed, "Well, you just think too much!"
"… "
The students chatted for a while, and when the time came, the class began.
Although Wen Zezhen is a big star in the film and television industry, he has won several dance awards since he was a child star. Later, he did not let go of dancing when he was engaged in the performing arts industry. In terms of professionalism, he is no worse than Ke Ting.
As usual, he first taught some movements and techniques, and then selected a few students to give demonstrations, and then let the students practice independently, and he was responsible for correcting and guiding.
Huang Jianing pulled Rong Yuheng to practice together. He knew that the latter's foundation was worse, but for some reason it seemed extraordinarily difficult today.
"Yuheng, what's wrong with you? The movements on your hands are completely inaccurate."
Rong Yuheng didn't want to talk about her injury, she just shook her head, "I haven't rested well, I'm not in good shape."
Huang Jianing grabbed his shoulders seriously, "How about that? It's the second round soon, so cheer up!" Use force, otherwise it will not look good.”
Rong Yuheng wanted to cry without tears, Huang Jianing taught him so seriously, he was too embarrassed to refuse again!
Just as he was about to slowly raise his hand, he heard Wen Zezhen call out,
"Huang Jianing, come here and let me take a look."
"Oh!" Huang Jianing turned his head in response, and told Rong Yuheng, "I'll go first, you can practice hard yourself!"
Rong Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at his back running away, then looked at Wen Zezhen, and seemed to glance at him.
Regardless of whether the former was intentional or not, Rong Yuheng opened a flower to Wen Zezhen across the noisy crowd to express his gratitude.
Wen Zezhen, who was separated by a distance, almost did not hold back his expression—
Intentionally planting flowers will not bloom, inadvertently planting willows and willows!
…
Because of the shoulder injury, Rong Yuheng basically spent the next time paddling, or he would just dance a few small house dances in his own admiration. .
The few students next to them couldn't help jumping halfway, and stopped one after another to enjoy Rong Yuheng's house dance.
"Hahahaha what is this, it's so cute?"
Rong Yuheng has long limbs and distinct bones. Even if he dances house dance, his movements are clean and neat, without appearing to be girly, and there is a sense of youthful freshness in it.
As he danced, he said, "House dance, come together!"
Everyone, "No, no, no, no..."
Rong Yuheng felt deeply regretful, "If you don't dance with me, then forget it. Next time I pull Brother Yi together, he is willing to dance with me in everything."
Everyone imagined the picture of Zou Yi's strong body dancing the house dance, and they couldn't help but let out a smirk like a steam turbine.
"Pufffurfurfurfur...!"
The liveliness here finally caught Wen Zezhen's attention, and it just so happened that he was also a little itchy, and when he saw the movement, he took the opportunity to come over, "What are you doing?"
When the students saw this, they gave Wen Zezheng a neutral position. Rong Yuheng twisted halfway to see Wen Zezheng, but did not stop. Instead, he asked him, "Mr. Wen, do you know what this is?"
Wen Zezhen said, "I heard it, Zhaiwu."
Rong Yuheng, "Then what do you think?"
Wen Zezhen, "How about what?"
Rong Yuheng asked, "Is it cute?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding students suddenly became excited, and a burst of laughter broke out in the group.
"Mr. Wen, do you think it's cute!"
"Mr. Wen, isn't Xiaorong cute!"
Huang Jianing also mixed in as a happy repeater. He really admired Rong Yuheng.
He felt that Rong Yuheng was the only one who dared to make trouble with Wen Zezhen like this, shaving the hair on the tiger's head all day long, but the tiger's face still looked very comfortable.
Wen Zezhen was a little helpless amid the cacophony. Since being poked by Rong Yuheng for cuteness and laughter, he seems to have relaxed his bottom line for the former.
Cute is really cute.
Wen Zezhen thought.
Rong Yuheng was still asking, "Mr. Wen, why don't you talk, Mr. Wen?"
The faces of the students who were watching the lively were sour smiles - they were all boys in their early twenties, energetic, and they loved gossip and excitement. This period of time has been suppressed for too long, and I suddenly found a reason to play, and suddenly a burst of excitement came into being.
Forced by the situation, Wen Zezhen glanced at Rong Yuheng. While the latter danced happily, the wide hem of his clothes was lifted high, revealing his flexible waist, which stretched upwards, and a beautiful arc was drawn from the waist.
His eyes flashed and he pursed his lips, "It's okay."
Rong Yuheng's disappointment swept away, but his face was extremely thick. He asked reluctantly, "Just okay?"
Wen Zezhen's heart suddenly burst, and he blurted out the words to make up.
"...that's a little bit better than that."
Everyone was silent for a second, and then.
"Ehhh!!!?"
"Hey!! What did Mr. Wen just say!"
shit.
Wen Zezhen reacted.
He raised his eyes hastily, just as the hands of the clock hanging on the classroom wall reached the end of get out of class, he suddenly looked solemn and said sternly, "get out of class is over."
After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the classroom.
There were also cordial calls from the students behind him.
"Hey, isn't Mr. Wen embarrassed after complimenting others?"
"Mr. Wen, don't go, make it clear how much more is more!"
Without turning his head, Wen Zezhen walked out of the classroom and closed the door with a backhand, with a "bang" to cut off the monstrous laughter behind him.
He was the only one in the corridor, he walked quickly towards the stairs, the wind was blowing from the side of his face, and his face burned a little later—
What did you just say.
No matter how you hear that sentence, it sounds like you're coaxing him!