[Ah ah ah ah - she likes it very much. She likes the sword dance. The sword dance was compiled by Ning Ji. Rounding it off, she likes Ning Ji. If she adds it, she will openly confess her love! She loves her so much, I love her so much! 】
[Woooooooo, is this a direct attack? 】
[Why doesn’t it count? Look at Ning Ji’s earlobes, they are so red! 】
In full view of everyone, Ning Ji pinched her earlobe without leaving a trace, and rubbed it vigorously. The snow-white color was stained with a thin red, which was a hidden emotion that was exposed but could not be expressed directly.
Putting the microphone to her lips, Ning Ji smiled softly, "As long as you like it, it's my pleasure."
"Wow--"
The other students on the other side immediately burst into joking cries.
Zheng Zhuifeng rolled his eyes and immediately asked: "The word "like" is very subtle. Please tell me, what exactly do you like? Speaking of which, you haven't seen "Flower Drunken Frost" yet. Can you tell me today? Can you tell me something?"
Lou Jinhuan opened her lips to speak, but Wan Biqing poked her waist from below and whispered: "Keep it a secret, we have to wait until we surprise everyone on the stage!"
"What are you talking about in a whisper?" Zheng Zhuifeng stood up, "We are not outsiders, how can we keep it a secret?"
Lou Jin laughed happily, "Everyone will know exactly what it is like during the performance. We haven't learned it yet. If we can't dance well, we won't be embarrassed if we don't show it."
"Too modest?"
"It's just that Bi Qing's dancing skills are so good, but she still hasn't learned it in four days? Is she lying?"
"You guys are unreasonable. Why are you so tight? We won't learn from it even if we see it."
Everyone was cheering, and Wan Biqing turned around, "We——"
"Of course we are not afraid of everyone learning from it. If you want to watch it, how about just performing one by one in order?"
Lou Jinhuan held Wan Biqing's hand and stopped her from talking.
Her clear eyes fell on the people who had just made noise, full of expectation.
Those people: "..."
No one wants to be the one who stands out. If the performance is not good, wouldn’t it be a foil and a stepping stone for others?
Moreover, their performances were all team performances, and not everyone in the team liked to be in the limelight. Now that Lou Jinhuan was provoking them, the people in their team became dissatisfied.
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Zheng Zhuifeng hurriedly tried to smooth things over, "Haha, just kidding, forget about the performance. Of course, the biggest suspense will be left to the second son."
Lou Jinhuan smiled and looked away, "It turns out there is really no need to perform. I thought it was just a process."
"There is no such process." Ning Ji sat on a high stool, her long legs crossed together, and she lazily turned the microphone. "Maybe everyone is curious about our strength, and they are afraid that I can't teach it well."
"Hey, if you can't teach well, then let's stop messing around." Zheng Zhuifeng waved his hands repeatedly, then looked at the students with feigned anger, "Who, who dares to question you, Brother Ning?"
A group of rattles shook their heads wildly.
Lou Jinhuan couldn't help laughing, pursed her lips and looked at Ning Ji, who blinked at her without leaving any trace.
Lou Jinhuan felt hot in his heart. Was he speaking for her?
[Is there any need to doubt this? Of course it is! 】
[This wink, ah - I'm dead! 】
[As expected, intrigues are inevitable in places with a lot of people, hey]
After Ning Ji spoke, this small episode was over. The next step was mainly Zheng Zhuifeng's cue process. Each group sent a representative to talk about their training experience, what happened, and their estimation of the second son's performance, and then Pour some more chicken soup to cheer yourself up.
Some are very interesting, some are boring, and some people cry while talking. You will feel touched at first, but after more times, it will make people feel numb.
By the end, Lou Jinhuan was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes.
Wan Biqing reminded her: "Don't sleep, the cameras are watching you. If you fall asleep, you will give the black men another clue."
Wenyanlou Jinhuan raised his head, nodded slowly, and then suddenly pinched his thigh underneath.
Wan Biqing looked at the force and her facial features twitched, "His, it hurts."
She quickly looked at Lou Jinhuan's face, but saw that she was expressionless, as if she was pinching someone else's leg.
Wan Biqing: "?"
She has a great saying that she doesn't know whether to say or not.
The next second she saw moisture quickly filling Lou Jinhuan's eyes.
Wan Biqing: "..."
Two bean-sized tears rolled down. Just as the group next to them mentioned something touching, the others also started crying. Lou Jinhuan was not out of place at all among them.
"It seems that everyone sympathizes with what Xiao Tang said. Even Jin Huan cried."
Zheng Zhuifeng looked at Lou Jinhuan with emotion, and Lou Jinhuan said: "..."
After a moment of silence, she nodded and shed two more tears, "It's really touching."
Even the voice was trembling.
Zheng Zhuifeng nodded, "Your ability to empathize is relatively strong."
Lou Jinhuan pursed his lips and said nothing.
[Laughing at getting rich, do you think she is moved? Is she in pain? 】
[Originally, I was about to fall asleep while listening to it, but I suddenly smiled and regained my energy]
[Look at Xiao Wan’s smiling face, as if he is saying: I would like to ask politely, do you have any eye disease? 】
001 reminded in a low voice, [Host, it’s okay, if you cry again, it’s a lie]
Lou Jinhuan silently let go of his thigh.
She wanted to wipe her tears and asked Wan Biqing if she had any paper. Wan Biqing shook her head and said, "I put my paper in my coat. I left my coat in the practice room."
Lou Jinhuan thought, forget it and just use his hands.
But they saw a staff member ducking down to avoid the surveillance camera and walked over and handed them a pack of tissues.
Wan Biqing and Lou Jinhuan were stunned, and the staff squatted beside them and whispered: "Brother Ning asked me to deliver it. You can share it with others after you use it."
After saying that, he hunched over and ran away quickly.
Wan Biqing did not cry, and directly gave the paper to Lou Jinhuan, saying with emotion: "Senior Brother Ning is so considerate. It must be very happy and relaxing to fall in love with such a person, right?"
Lou Jinhuan pulled out a piece of paper and looked at Ning Ji. Ning Ji was looking down at the microphone in boredom, turning slightly sideways as if listening to someone speak.
However, the back of his head seemed to have eyes. Sensing Lou Jinhuan's gaze, he immediately raised his head and turned his head accurately to look over.
Lou Jinhuan's heart tightened, and after thinking for a while, he silently mouthed a thank you.
With so many people talking around her, no one should see the small movements of her lips.
But Ning Ji smiled.
Although it was short-lived, Zheng Zhuifeng saw it and couldn't help but ask: "What is Senior Brother Ning laughing at?"
Ning Ji raised her eyebrows: "They can just call me Senior Brother Ning. I'm older than most of them here. What's your name? Brother Zheng, please don't pretend to be young."
Zheng Zhuifeng immediately yelled, "I'll always be eighteen, okay?"
"cut--"
The people below laughed together.
"Okay, okay, now that we've laughed enough, let's move on to the last part of our day."
Zheng Zhuifeng and Ning Ji both stood up with slightly serious expressions.
"Judging from the speech just now, everyone has been very diligent in the past four days, but - are they really diligent or fake? Let's take a look at the data of these four days and we will know."
As the words fell, the big screen behind them suddenly lit up.
After seeing the rankings above, someone exclaimed: "How is that possible?"
(End of chapter)
