"Yes, yes!" Yao Weiran said, still walking quickly, "It's very late, go to bed early, I'm fine here."
Yan Rui pursed his lips and said slightly disappointedly: "Okay, see you tomorrow night. By the way, I have prepared a gift for you..."
"Really? Thank you! Goodbye!" Yao Weiran said quickly and hung up the phone. The surroundings were so quiet that Yao Weiran was worried that Cheng Xingyu would hear Yan Rui's voice.
He didn't want to be misunderstood by others, and he didn't want Yan Rui to know that Cheng Xingyu was by his side.
Anyway, it's weird.
Cheng Xingyu followed Yao Weiran, tilted his head and looked at her profile and said, "Sister, are you feeling guilty?"
"What a guilty conscience." Yao Weiran walked quickly with his head lowered and said, "I'm tired and want to go back to rest."
Walking in and going up the stairs, Yao Weiran was walking when he was suddenly pulled towards the practice room by Cheng Xingyu. He strode forward and said, "Since I have to take leave tomorrow, let's practice harder now."
You could hear a hint of displeasure in his voice.
Yao Weiran was pulled, looked both sides, pushed Cheng Xingyu's hand and said: "Okay, okay, I'll practice, you let go of me first."
Cheng Xingyu didn't listen at all. He threw Yao Weiran into the practice room without turning on the lights, pressed him against the wall, lowered his head and said softly with a sense of oppression: "Who are you going to see tomorrow night?"
"you……"
It was dark, the distance was so close, and the young man's breath was overwhelming. Yao Weiran could hear Cheng Xingyu's heavy breathing and vaguely angry voice, and even worried that Cheng Xingyu could hear his heartbeat.
"Let me go!" Yao Weiran pushed Cheng Xingyu's chest hard. Why does this guy like to speak in such an ambiguous posture so much.
Cheng Xingyu held Yao Weiran's wrist behind her back, as if encircling her whole body in his arms. He couldn't help but lower his head and leaned close to Yao Weiran's ear, listening to her breathing, and whispered: "Sister, You blushed when you called just now, who is that person? Can you tell me? "
The itching feeling in his ears made Yao Weiran shrink his neck. He tried to break free but realized that he was completely overwhelmed in terms of strength. He could only say with a straight face: "Cheng Xingyu, what are you doing?"
Cheng Xingyu said angrily: "I'm jealous, sister, can't you tell?"
Yao Weiran almost laughed angrily after hearing this, holding back his temper and said: "We have only known each other for two days, how jealous are you? You..."
"But you have been in my heart for a long time!" Cheng Xingyu said stubbornly, "I have been paying attention to you silently for a long time, and I have liked you for a long time."
He was like a child who couldn't eat sweets, angry and aggrieved, and frantically wanted to know which man's phone call made Yao Weiran's whole being different.
Cheng Xingyu took half a step forward and moved closer to Yao Weiran.
Such bad posture...
Yao Weiran gritted his teeth and said, "I'm warning you, let me go."
Cheng Xingyu would not take this powerless warning to heart. Yao Weiran's wrist was so thin that he could easily hold it in his hand and see how she could break free.
Cheng Xingyu regretted it the next second.
Yao Weiran directly raised his knee and struck him unexpectedly. He watched Cheng Xingyu bend down in pain and cover his key parts and retreat repeatedly. He was so painful that he couldn't speak.
"I warned you." Yao Weiran shrugged helplessly and said, "You can't blame me if you still don't let go."
Cheng Xingyu's face turned red and he pointed at Yao Weiran with a trembling hand. He really didn't expect that she would suddenly do such a thing.
pain! It really hurts! Bone-piercing pain!
Yao Weiran looked at Cheng Xingyu squatting on the ground speechless, and he couldn't bear it. He said: "Cheng Xingyu, I am willing to be friends with you, and I hope you can maintain a normal and polite social distance. If you can't drink, just drink." Boom, can you do it? If you can, just nod."
Cheng Xingyu supported the ground with one hand and covered key parts with the other. He took a deep breath to relieve his pain, gritted his teeth and nodded.
Then when the lights in the corridor saw this scene, Yao Weiran wanted to laugh a little and asked: "Can you still dance?"
"Jump..." Cheng Xingyu said this word reluctantly.
The first place is worthy of being the first place, even if it’s like this, I still want to dance.
Yao Weiran fumbled for the switch on the wall and asked, "Are you sure? I want to turn on the light."
Cheng Xingyu adjusted his breathing, regained his composure, stood up on his knees and said, "Come on, I'm fine."
Turning on the light, Yao Weiran saw Cheng Xingyu's red shoulders and slightly bent waist. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare, so he had to say: "Sorry, it's a bit harsh. You have a good memory."
Cheng Xingyu tried his best to remain as if nothing was wrong, and turned around to play music on the stereo.
Yao Weiran took off his coat and tied up his hair. Since he wanted to practice, he should practice hard and practice seriously.
The music started, and neither of them mentioned what happened just now, and started dancing seriously.
After two days of study, Yao Weiran first memorized all the dance moves, then combined the music bit by bit, picked out the details, and corrected the focus with the help of Cheng Xingyu.
Dancing is actually not difficult. What is difficult is that during the dance, you have to pay attention to the camera, expression management, singing, positioning, etc.
In short, being an idol is not an easy task.
Looking at himself in the mirror during the break, Yao Weiran suddenly thought, before Yan Rui debuted, was he dancing like this in the practice room day and night every day?
Then she thought, if she asked Yan Rui this question, Yan Rui would definitely say that he was so talented that he didn't need to practice.
Thinking about it, Yao Weiran laughed unconsciously.
Cheng Xingyu next to him looked at Yao Weiran like this and knew who she must be thinking about.
This state is exactly the same as when Cheng Xingyu was thinking about Yao Weiran.
Until early in the morning, Yao Weiran sat on the ground exhausted, his hair stuck to his face with sweat, and he couldn't even lift his arms. He shook his head and said, "I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore, I'm going to faint."
Cheng Xingyu, who was just panting slightly, looked at Yao Weiran like this, curled up his lips and said, "Okay, that's it for today. Come back tomorrow and continue practicing."
He emphasized the word "continue" very hard, almost like a devil coach.
Dragging his tired body back to the dormitory, Yao Weiran didn't even have the energy to wash up, so he collapsed on the bed to relax.
Little Loli hovered around and said, "This Cheng Xingyu is not stable at all. He hugs and cuddles casually. Look, neither Lu Fengyuan nor Yan Rui are like this, frivolous."
Yao Weiran closed his eyes and said: "Maybe he is too young and doesn't know how to control his feelings. I didn't expect that he actually likes me? Hey... I just helped him to establish a network, how did he develop in this direction?"
Little Loli said: "You are so good, it's okay if everyone likes you. It's the problem if they don't like you."
Yao Weiran opened his eyes and looked at the little Lolita and said, "Are you some kind of heartthrob?"
Yan Rui and Lu Fengyuan are not chaotic enough? Here comes Cheng Xingyu again.
But the little Loli said: "You are getting better and better. If you bloom, the breeze will come~~"
"Exactly." Yao Weiran rolled his eyes with a smile, stood up in one breath and went to wash up.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival the next day, Yao Weiran contacted Fang Rong early in the morning, hoping to prepare some small gifts for the trainees.
Because of the festival, everyone was particularly happy and practiced very seriously.
When practicing the Qi dance, Yao Weiran occasionally forgot to move, bumped into teammates, or stepped on others. After one or two times, she became more panicked and began to make frequent mistakes in her movements.
The dance teacher is a girl. She always has a serious smile and a cold face. She clapped her hands and said, "Okay, let's take a rest!"
Yao Weiran stood there frustrated, and the trainees came over to comfort him: "It's okay, just practice and you'll be fine."
"I've bumped into other people's positions before, it's normal."
"you are already awesome."
Yao Weiran forced a smile and said, "I'm fine. I'll digest it myself. I'm sorry, everyone."
She sat in the corner drinking water, and some people wanted to go over to comfort her, but Cheng Xingyu signaled everyone not to go there.
He knew that Yao Weiran was a very strong person who knew how to compete with him, and it was useless for anyone to comfort him.
The dance teacher sat next to Yao Weiran without saying a word.
"Sorry...I'm holding everyone back." Yao Weiran lowered his head and whispered.
She thought that based on the dance teacher's rigorous attitude towards the stage and his usual harsh style, she would definitely be criticized.
The dance teacher still said with a cold face: "Dancing is not an easy thing."
Yao Weiran nodded slowly in agreement.
The dance teacher continued: "This is just dancing. It doesn't include singing or facial expressions. Isn't it too much for you?"
Yao Weiran refused to admit defeat and said: "I don't have it. I can do it if I practice hard!"
The dance teacher looked into her eyes and said seriously: "You are an actor. You must learn to use your strengths. Imagine that you are filming and acting as a top idol."
Listening to these words, Yao Weiran thought in her heart that it was her "Yao Weiran" who had been practicing dancing all this time, and she did not really regard herself as an "idol".
The dance teacher continued: "Put yourself in a confident role and imagine yourself doing something you are good at. This will relieve some of the pressure in your heart and you will be more focused when dancing."
Yes, Yao Weiran was too tight. He kept thinking about movements, positions, expressions, and singing, but he kept making mistakes.
The dance teacher was right, let's just pretend that we are filming a movie, on the set that Yao Weiran is most familiar with, to play a top idol who is comfortable on the stage.
Before Yao Weiran could speak, the dance teacher stood up and clapped his hands and said, "Okay! Stop making trouble! Start dancing! If you can't dance well, you won't be allowed to eat at noon!"
"Okay!" The trainees hesitated. They all looked at Yao Weiran, waiting for her to come over, their eyes full of encouragement and expectation.
Cheng Xingyu stretched out his hand and said deliberately provocatively: "Are you afraid?"
Yao Weiran smiled in relief, held Cheng Xingyu's wrist and stood up, raised his chin and said unwillingly: "Who is afraid of whom!"
Everyone concentrated together and started dancing again. When the music started playing, Yao Weiran's eyes changed. He completely regarded himself as a top idol who sweated freely and shined on the stage. He had to show ease and relaxation. You have to be immersed in the characters and be unable to extricate yourself.
Although there were some small mistakes this time, overall it was much better.
I have to admit that Yao Weiran is a natural actor who feels the "role" with his soul.
After adjusting my mentality, this morning's practice can be said to have improved by leaps and bounds, and the teammates have become more understanding.
Because she still had to prepare makeup for the evening, Fang Rong came over early to pick up Yao Weiran in the afternoon.
Before leaving, Cheng Xingyu whispered: "Come back and continue dancing."
Yao Weiran glanced at him and said nothing. Apart from anything else, Cheng Xingyu was a qualified sparring partner.
Sitting in the car, Fang Rong said: "Although today's dinner is not open to the public, there is a red carpet. I have brought the dress you asked me to pick up. I suggested Guangda to prepare a special lounge for you. And the stylist, we don’t have to worry about this, we can just go there.”
Yao Weiran nodded, feeling that his whole body ached from dancing, and he leaned on his seat and fell asleep.
