Little wolf dog and little milk dog [Rebirth]

It wasn't until he got off the stage that the expression on Qiao Nian's face relaxed. He was so painful that all his facial features were screwed together. He limped and sat in an inconspicuous place in the backstage. He rolled up his trouser legs, and his socks were completely stained. It was red, and the blood couldn't come off after it coagulated, and it was still attached to the flesh with a slight pull, which was terribly painful.

Backstage everyone was busy with their own business, coming and going like a whirlwind, the logistics was busy checking costumes and props, and the on-site director was busy checking special effects, no one noticed him.

Qiao Nian put down his pants, and suddenly heard a voice behind him: "Does anyone have a first aid kit?"

Eh?

This sound seems to have been heard somewhere.

Seeing that he was ignored, the man asked again: "Does anyone have a first aid kit? He seems to be injured."

Qiao Nian looked back, it was Song Chenxuan.

His Chinese is not very standard, and he had to think about it for a long time when he said the word "medicine box".

A support worker stopped, glanced at him, and said, "Everyone is very busy now, and I don't have time to find anything for you, but the medicine box." Then he took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, "Be patient with the minor injuries, the recording is over. I'll help you deal with it later." After speaking, he threw it to Song Chenxuan.

Song Chenxuan came to Qiao Nian with a tissue, knelt down and asked him, "Small injury?"

Qiao Nian had no choice but to nod: "Small injury."

It's useless to say "big injury" at this time.

Song Chenxuan took out a tissue to wrap his bleeding ankle.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Every live recording is like a battle for the stage staff. No one has time to care if a trainee sprained his foot. In their view, Qiao Nian just sprained his foot.

Song Chenxuan helped Qiao Nian back to the dressing room, brought a bottle of iced mineral water from the table, wrapped it in clothes, and lightly touched Qiao Nian's injured ankle, Qiao Nian immediately took a breath of air.

He asked, "So, does it hurt?"

Qiao Nian: "Yes."

Song Chenxuan put the mineral water aside, frowned, felt that his first aid measures were wrong, and couldn't think of any other way, finally said: "I'll take you to the hospital."

According to Qiao Nian's current situation, there is no way to move him to the hospital alone. If Song Chenxuan sends him there, he will miss the announcement of the ranking for a while. Let alone whether this will violate the regulations of the program group, there are so many fewer scenes It will definitely affect Song Chenxuan's popularity.

Qiao Nian shook his head: "Wait until the recording of the show is finished."

Song Chenxuan's green eyes looked at him: "Yousure?"

This standard spoken language gave him the illusion that he was taking the English listening test, and he said, "yes."

After saying that, I still feel quite foreign...

After a pause of two seconds, I felt a little stupid again.

Song Chenxuan usually doesn't communicate with everyone very much, firstly because his Chinese is not very good, and secondly because he looks too cold, like a prince, so everyone feels a sense of distance and dare not talk to him.

Even Qiao Nian thought that he was not easy to get in touch with, so he was quite surprised that he would take the initiative to help him this time.

Song Chenxuan seemed to have seen what was going on in his heart, took a step back, and pointed between the two of them: "Uncomfortable? Such a distance?"

"No." Qiao Nian said, "I was surprised that you would help me. I thought you didn't like talking to us very much."

Song Chenxuan said, "I have always wanted to blend in with you." He paused, and organized his words in his mind, "But, I, Chinese is not good. Besides, you don't seem to talk to me very much."

"..."

No, it's all because you look too extravagant and feel that we are not in the same world.

"Half of the people will be eliminated this time." Song Chenxuan continued to speak without thinking.

"Huh?" Qiao Nian reacted for a while: "You mean...you don't want someone to leave, so you decided to get closer to us?"

Song Chenxuan snapped his fingers: "That's right!"

At this time, the door of the dressing room was knocked twice, and a staff member of the director's team shouted outside the door: "All the trainees gather on the stage! The rankings will be announced! Hurry up!"

Song Chenxuan looked at Qiao Nian: "Shall I help you?"

"Okay, thank you."

When the two came to the stage, they walked in the last row of the line, and no one noticed that something was wrong with Qiao Nian.

As usual, the host announced from No. 14 to No. 10 that Wen Hui's ranking has dropped because of the barbecue restaurant photo incident.

"Please go to your corresponding seat."

When Wen Hui turned around and walked up the stairs, there was still a little unwillingness on his face.

Lin Jia's name appeared at No.4, and he is the player who has improved the most. From the bottom of the crane to the current upper circle, it can be described as a real turnaround. His fans in the audience were moved to tears.When Qiao Nian heard this ranking, his heart moved slightly, at least it was worth all the suffering.

He clenched his hands into fists, his feet hurt, and he walked to the No.4 seat step by step. While sitting down, the pain in his feet was finally temporarily relieved.He let out a breathless breath.

As expected, Han Yi and Song Chenxuan competed for first and second place.

The two of them never fell out of the top three from the beginning.

Song Chenxuan was slightly better on the stage this time. He won the first place and sat on the throne at the top of the pyramid. Everyone applauded. When he walked up, he walked towards the throne gracefully like a prince, as if he was born to belong to the top.

Although Han Yi is second, this guy is very optimistic. No matter what number he gets, he can be silly for a long time. On the way to the No.2 seat, he passed by Qiao Nian and couldn't help but put his arms around his shoulders and shook: " You see, I can take second place in singing, which means I'm still very talented in singing, right?"

Song Chenxuan quickly said, "Heybro, take it easy, he's injured."

"Ah? What?" Han Yi was stunned, and glanced up and down at Qiao Nian, "Are you injured?"

Qiao Nian waved her hand: "It's not important, I'll talk to you after the recording is over."

Now there is only one last place left, No.15.Only if you get this spot, you don't have to be eliminated.

Some of the remaining sixteen trainees had already secretly wiped their tears. They seemed to have a premonition that they couldn't go on.

The stage I longed for so much before, I will say goodbye to it after today.

Looking from Qiao Nian's direction, one could see Yu Song's nervous profile and trembling eyelashes.

The child was so nervous that he felt like he could pass out at any moment.

"The one who can go on is—" the host deliberately paused, and the soundtrack teacher sounded a burst of passionate drumbeats, and the camera scanned all the trainees one by one to capture the expressions on their faces.

The fans in the auditorium also became worried:

"Bless my pick's little brother to survive..."

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooish..."

"I just picked a little brother and voted for him with my mobile phone, hoping to save him!"

"I also just picked one. I didn't have too many shots of him before, so I didn't get to know him well."

"If this little brother can survive, I will definitely vote for him every day in the future..."

"Me too! It's so frustrating!"

"No. 15——" the host repeated again, and when everyone was waiting with bated breath, he finally said the name: "Yu, Song, and He!"

Yu Songhe's eyes widened, he couldn't believe what he heard was true.The trainee next to him took the initiative to hug him and congratulate him.

Moderator: "Please express your thoughts."

Yu Songhe's chest heaved violently, without saying a word, he turned around to search for the person behind him, fixed his eyes on someone, and walked over quickly.

Everyone was puzzled. On the big screen, the camera followed Yu Songhe all the way up, and finally, it was fixed on the No.4 seat.With Qiao Nian's puzzled expression, she hugged him: "Lin Jia...I..."

Qiao Nian patted him on the shoulder: "What are you?"

"I..." Yu Songhe hugged him and cried out excitedly, "Did I do it?"

Qiao Nian's eyes softened, and finally, he raised his hand and touched his head: "Well, you did it."

Yu Songhe's tears wet Qiao Nian's shoulders, he doesn't want to say anything now, he just keeps repeating: "Lin Jia...I'm sorry...Lin Jia, thank you..."

Qiao Nian was also a little choked up, like a patient big brother, he patted his head and said, "Don't cry, it's too ugly to cry, idols need to manage their expressions..."

Yu Songhe raised his head, his eyes were dim with tears, and found that Qiao Nian's lips were pale and there was cold sweat on his forehead.He held his arm and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

At this time, Mo Huai in the instructor's seat suddenly stood up, and the voice came directly through the microphone: "Lin Jia, what's wrong with your ankle?"

This time, all the cameras were focused on Qiao Nian's feet, and the whole blood-colored socks appeared on the big screen in such a shocking way.

The fans below screamed: "Lin Jia!"

"Lin Jia is injured!"

"Oh my god... Lin Jia's feet!!"

The on-site director quickly stepped onto the stage: "The recording is paused!"

The staff rushed towards Qiao Nian's direction, and there was a commotion at the scene.

Mo Huai tore off the microphone on his body and threw it on the chair. He rushed over in three steps at a time, pushed aside the crowd, and grabbed Qiao Nian's wrist: "What's going on!"

In desperation, his voice changed, a little trembling, and even a hint of panic.

"Hitted by the elevator..." Before Qiao Nian could finish speaking, she was suddenly picked up by Mo Huai.

"Call a taxi!" The veins on Mo Huai's forehead popped out, "Call a taxi! Go to the hospital!"