Who is not Bai Yueguang?

When the show officially started recording, Qiuqiu took Bi He to the first row of the auditorium, next to the video master on the left.

The studio wasn't too big, and the auditorium was already full, and the last two rows of audience were holding Xue Qiao's signboards in their hands.

The host of this show happens to be one of the hosts of "Tonight's Laughter Field". He is very experienced in the TV station and even the entire variety show circle. His witty remarks made the audience laugh all the time.

Bi He also found it funny, several times the laughter came to his lips, and he remembered the black-haired Bi He's character set, and swallowed it back abruptly.

Bi He didn't know the other guests in this issue very well, so his eyes were almost always on Xue Qiao.Xue Qiao has played many roles, including Feng Zhiqu's prudent and wise one, and Yan Shaowu's humorous and suave one. Generally speaking, he is not a silent and alienated person. In this kind of indoor variety show, he will also pick up the host's jokes , will also take care of the newcomers and throw stalks to others, but it will never be too showy, unlike other guests who are too funny or sensational.Bi He just hid in the auditorium and watched him all the time, obviously there were funnier guests and more professional athletes, but he just paid attention to Xue Qiao.

After all, he is Bi Yan Kong He.

One-third of the program went on, and it was time for the guests to challenge.Unsurprisingly, the program team reserved the highest difficulty for Xue Qiao.

"This is too embarrassing for me." Xue Qiao laughed, "When this jump is over, I will say goodbye to the name of the male god."

Everyone at the scene laughed, and the girls in the auditorium shouted loudly, "No!"

Bi He leaned forward, put his elbows on his legs, and looked at the stage with his face propped up, as if he could see Xue Qiao's eyebrows and eyes clearly.

Qiuqiu originally sat next to him with her legs folded and her back leaning on a chair. When she turned her head and saw him, she glanced at him and imitated him hesitantly.

After she was done, she saw Xue Qiao on the stage looking this way, and she didn't know if she was looking at them.

Bi He watched Xue Qiao walk to the run-up point without blinking. The other party was wearing a not-so-good-looking high jump sportswear prepared by the program group, showing slender calves and muscular arms. The female fans in the audience screamed The sound never stopped.

He took a short approach run, then made a leap as he approached the jump pole.

It is said that high jump is also a sport that shows the beauty of lines. When the back jumps to the highest point, the slightly lifted hem of the jacket, strong waist and abdominal muscles and slender calves make high jump less enjoyable than laymen think.

There were screams that almost lifted the ceiling of the studio, and an almost broken voice of "Come on God!" rushed into Bi He's ears from some corner of the auditorium.

He looked at Xue Qiao intently with his face propped up, and after watching, Bi He turned into black hair and returned to the noisy sports meeting in high school.

He walked around the crowd that surrounded several floors, found a corner with the fewest people and squeezed in with difficulty.

He squeezed into the innermost circle while saying "I'm sorry", always feeling that the people behind him were looking at him with accusing eyes, coupled with the noisy voices around him, he was almost at a loss and wanted to leave immediately.

But at this moment, he saw Xue Qiao waiting at the inspection office opposite.

The other party was looking down at the volunteers registering in the notebook, as if sensing Bi He's gaze, he looked up to this side.

But his eyes didn't meet, he probably didn't see Bi He.

Bi He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

After a while, it was Xue Qiao's turn, and the cheers of the crowd suddenly became several times louder.

"Zhao Tan, a senior in high school, broke the school record yesterday. I don't know if it's okay to be a school grass." Bi He heard two girls talking next to him.

"Hold on, Zhao Qin is on the school team after all." Another person said, "But that's not important, the school's coach is enough."

"Yes." The girls laughed together.

Bi He looked at Xue Qiao nervously.

In fact, in the middle school sports meeting, the focus is often on the relay and sprint events, and the attention of the high jump and long jump is relatively low. But when Xue Qiao applied for the high jump, Bi He hesitated for a long time and decided to add me to him , and he has a kind of blind trust in Xue Qiao, as if the other party is the best one no matter what he does.

Come on, Ah Qiao.

He couldn't say it out of his mouth, so he shouted in his heart.

"I heard it." Xue Qiao finished the dance, found Bi He in the crowd that was gradually dispersing, and smiled at him, "Someone is calling me to cheer up. I didn't quite hear if it was you, but I know you gave me good luck."

Bi He opened his mouth, and heard him say again: "It doesn't matter what's in my heart, I can hear it."

"...You are so, so handsome." Bi He stuttered, "Just now."

Xue Qiao raised his eyebrows: "Except just now?"

Bi He couldn't understand why he blushed: "All, all are handsome."

Xue Qiao laughed again, and stopped teasing him. He put one hand on his shoulder and walked out together: "Go to eat, and the 4x100 in the afternoon will also come and cheer for me, okay?"

Bi He didn't speak, just nodded vigorously.

Many years later, Bi He quietly watched Xue Qiao jump over the tall stalk, and blinked vigorously amidst the screams of the audience.

After the show finished, the audience left, and Qiuqiu was held back by the staff to discuss the follow-up matters, and asked Bi He to go back to Xue Qiao first.

Bi He walked to the lounge from memory and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Xue Qiao's voice came vaguely from over there.

Bi He said: "I am Bi He."

After a while, the door was opened from the inside, and Bi He stared at the person in front of him in a daze.

No wonder the door was locked, it turned out that Xue Qiao was changing clothes.

He had already changed back into his trousers, and the top of his sportswear should have just been taken off and he was still holding it in his hand.He opened the door for Bi He, and the smooth muscles of his upper body appeared in front of Bi He.

It seems a little too close.

Bi He thought blankly.

He subconsciously touched his forehead because he felt his face was a little hot.

"What's the matter?" Xue Qiao walked back, picked up his shirt and put it on, seeing Bi He covering his forehead with a blushing face, he walked over and stretched out his hand to him, "Uncomfortable?"

Bi He quickly took a step back.

Xue Qiao was stunned for a moment, Bi He quickly smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's hot."

He didn't know why he didn't dare to look at Xue Qiao's face. His eyes turned around at first, and fell on Xue Qiao's upper arm with thin muscles.

The action of the body was faster than the thinking of the brain, and Bi He couldn't hold back his finger and poked Xue Qiao's arm.

Xue Qiao: "?"

Bi He: "..."

He swore that he was just too curious, after all, he was so skinny that he had never known what muscles felt like.

Bi He made excuses for himself, the black-haired Bi He in his mind was finally so angry that the small universe exploded, and beat Huang Maohe from top to bottom, left to right.

Grow into my black hair.