Your cps are together

The moment the music sounded, Wen Ning turned around, and he staggered his gaze. It was not until the next time he faced the audience that he could see Lu Huansheng's deep and focused eyes.

His face was hot and red, and he couldn't control his eyes no matter what, he could only see Lu Huansheng in the audience.

Why did Uncle Lu come?Isn't he on the set?

Came here specifically to see him perform?Did you ask for leave?

Wen Ning's body was on the stage, but his heart flew to Lu Huansheng's side.

Although the C position of this dance is Bai Mu, in fact, everyone has the opportunity to be the C position, but Bai Mu's time is the longest. Wen Ning is the sub-lead singer this time, and there are not many lyrics assigned to him. Much easier than the previous performance.

They were mentally prepared before going on stage. For this performance, whether it was the selected songs or the choreography, they were all below average.

Perhaps because of this, the trainees, including Wen Ning, were more relaxed than last time—except for Bai Mu who stood in the C position.

In the auditorium, Ruan Mei was still standing in the first row. She held up her mobile phone, and the camera followed Wen Ning to take pictures. This time she gave away dozens of tickets, but there were hundreds of Wen Ning fans who came to grab the tickets by themselves. Come on, the tickets for the performance are not easy to grab, and a large part of them are distributed internally. In addition to the fans of the players, the fans of the mentor will also grab them.

Neither is easy.

The fans behind shouted Wen Ning's name frantically, blushing.

They couldn't even hear what was being sung on stage.

Ruan Mei was accidentally pushed by the person next to her, and one fell to the side without standing still.

Although it was overcrowded now, she would only fall on the people next to her when she fell, but it was not good anyway. She widened her eyes in panic, but she did not fall on others, but was supported by her shoulders with both hands.

Before she saw the person clearly, she quickly thanked: "Thank you, thank you."

The tall man with a mask said in a low voice, as if he was trying to hide something: "You're welcome."

Ruan Mei let out a breath, but she didn't observe the other party carefully, instead she said excitedly and familiarly: "Whose friend or fan are you? I'm Wen Ning's fan, we Ning Bao..."

There was a smile in the man's voice: "I'm also a fan of Wen Ning."

Ruan Mei was taken aback, and said happily, "Hey! We are still a family!"

You and I are fans of the same idol, we are half brothers and sisters!

Ruan Mei became acquainted in an instant, and she gushed, "Our Ning Ning has good business ability, looks good, and is so talented, and will definitely be popular in the future! It's not a loss if you invest in shares!"

The man coughed lightly: "Well, not bad."

It's probably rare for Ruan Mei to find a male fan - male fans seem to be useless at first glance, they are not as willing to spend money as female fans, and they don't have any advantages, and the number is still small.

But each fan always likes to compare the ratio of male and female fans of their own. It seems that when there are more male fans, their own idols can be both male and female, and their charm is invincible.

A male fan, a tool to enhance the charm of idols.

But tool people are very rare, so when one appears, it can always be seen as a rare animal.

After all, most star chasing nerds are chasing either girl groups or two-dimensional idols, chasing three-dimensional male idols?The probability is too small,

Ruan Mei babbled a lot, and the man actually listened carefully, and occasionally said something along the way. Although he was wearing a mask and hat, he gave off a very elegant and gentle impression.

The man suddenly stopped her: "He Ning? Heng Ning?"

Ruan Mei: "It's Zheng He Wenning, and Jiang Heng Wenning's cp abbreviation, you know, right? There's already a super talk, but it hasn't become a big deal."

Speaking of this, Ruan Mei is not very happy: "Those CP fans are like this. They say they love both of them, and the rain and dew are even. In fact, when they voted, they saw the truth. Most of them are crooked asses under the banner of CP fans. Always rubbing heat, especially annoying."

The man was silent for a long time, and finally asked: "Why is there no Lu Ning?"

Ruan Mei didn't realize it for a moment: "Road? What way?"

Man: "Lu Huansheng."

Ruan Mei was stunned: "...there are probably some of them, but they dare not chat for fear of being sniped."

Man: "Sniper?"

Ruan Mei said seriously: "It seems that there is such a super talk among the trainees, and few people care about it. Although we fans don't like it, it is part of the popularity anyway, but for a celebrity like Lu Ge, even if he is a little bit, he is a leapfrog. Ci, besides, Brother Lu's fans are still very effective."

Ruan Mei tried her best to win respect for herself: "Although we are also very effective in fighting, it's unnecessary!"

"And Lu Ning... doesn't give out sugar either."

He Ning Heng Ning, at any rate, has contact, hooks shoulders and backs, talks and so on, can eat sweets.

Lu Ning, Wen Ning guessed right before the special judge, and Lu Huansheng gave him a bracelet. Can this candy be eaten for a lifetime?

The man lowered his head, his eyes dimmed.

Just at this time, Wen Ning and his team's performance ended, bowed to the audience, and returned to the backstage.

The man—that is, Lu Huansheng, took out his phone and started looking through it.

Sure enough, he and Wen Ning were not as brilliant.

He searched the names of himself and Wen Ning, but many people posted screenshots of the program calling their friends to eat candy.

The one with the most comments has almost three hundred comments.

Lu Huansheng was a little relieved, and he clicked in to have a look—there were a few who ate sweets, but the majority who were bullying, and most of them were scolding bloggers for bringing their own idols to post to Brother Lu.

In the end, the blogger said angrily that this is her place where she eats sweets, and the idlers should get out.

Lu Huansheng had a snack.

He used his trumpet to apply for the creation of Chaohua, and then sent a message to Meng Wei and his tight-lipped assistant, asking them to cooperate.

It's not that he doesn't want to use a tuba, but that he hasn't caught up with him yet, and he's blatantly announcing it to fans, which seems to disrespect Wen Ning.

Even if no one comes to this super talk, he can look more beautiful by himself.

Although Wen Ning was backstage, his mind was full of Lu Huansheng in the audience, and he didn't pay attention to the performance of the next group. He sat on the sofa in a daze, looking at his fingers.

Jiang Heng handed him a bottle of water: "What's wrong? Are you still nervous?"

Zheng He joked: "Isn't it? It's not your first time on stage, what's wrong?"

Wen Ning sighed: "Hey, you don't understand."

When these words came out, Zheng He leaned over and couldn't stop talking: "Is there something I don't understand? You are in a very wrong state. Did you see an acquaintance in the auditorium?"

Is Zheng He Sherlock Holmes? !

Wen Ning raised his head in shock, his attitude was very frank and he didn't confess himself.

Zheng He said with a smile: "Let me guess, you are so nervous, is it your family or your crush? Friends are impossible. I will not be embarrassed and nervous when I fart in front of my friends, let alone a performance." gone."

Wen Ning: "..."

Maybe Zheng He should go to the police academy, and after graduation, maybe he can become a good police officer who is obsessed with solving crimes.

Wen Ning praised: "You are amazing."

Zheng He rubbed his nose. He knew that Wen Ning was never stingy with compliments. He praised and hurt others from the bottom of his heart. Praising others was never a show, and hurting others would never consider the face of the one who was hurt. So Zheng He was happy Di opened his mouth: "What's the matter? When I was a child, I watched the death of elementary school students. I can deduce the real murderer in almost every case, and I rarely miss it."

Wen Ning asked curiously, "Then why did you become an idol instead of going to the police academy?"

Zheng He: "You don't need good grades and education to be an idol. To be admitted to the police academy? I don't think I have that ability. Based on my grades at the time, it would be very good to get a good junior college. I don't even dare to think about undergraduates. .”

Jiang Heng sneered and said, "You are lazy. Others spend two hours studying, but you spend 10 minutes."

Zheng He is not ashamed: "I don't even spend 10 minutes, just 2 minutes."

Bai Mu rolled his eyes beside him: "You're quite proud."

Zheng He shrugged: "Let's have fun while suffering. Who doesn't know that a high education is good, but if you can't learn it, you can't learn it. You can only find your other strengths."

Everyone looked at him: "What other strengths do you have?"

Zheng He boasted without shame, and said triumphantly: "You look very good-looking."

Everyone "cut" in unison.

Nowadays, there are more and more good-looking people, those who are congenital and acquired, emerge in endlessly.

Even if it is a cowherd, few people will pay for just having a good face, at least you must be able to speak and sing with high emotional intelligence.

Just having a face doesn't play a decisive role.

Wen Ning gradually calmed down amidst their chatter and laughter.

When the final vote was made, they were on stage with the other team, and although they still won this time, it was still a narrow victory. They had no eyesight, and the opponent had no obvious mistakes.

In the team vote, Bai Mu took the first place, Jiang Heng took the second place, and Wen Ning took the third place.

However, Wen Ning was not depressed. Their performance ended early, and the recording was finished after the last set of performances. There was no need for the previous team to return to the stage, so they could go back to wash and rest early today.

Wen Ning didn't take off his make-up, and didn't even change out of his performance clothes. He greeted Jiang Heng and the others, saying that he would go back first, and left in a hurry.

Zheng He looked at Wen Ning's back, stroked his chin, and thought he was joking and said, "If you don't know, you'd think who he's going to have a tryst with, see. Make him anxious."

Only Jiang Heng listened to his words.

Are you going to... see who?

Wen Ning walked on the road separated by the program group. There are no fans here yet, and the fans are all in front and in the recording studio.

There are only staff around here.

He walked a few steps, and before he could catch his breath, he saw Lu Huansheng standing by the lawn not far away.

Lu Huansheng took off his mask. He stood in the night with a light above his head. The light was bright, but it also cast a clear reflection on his body.

Wen Ning didn't know what happened to him.

His heart was racing like it was about to jump out of his chest.

He was still walking at first, but he slowly picked up the speed, and even started to trot.

At the end of the run, he seemed to be running a race without opponents.

And Lu Huansheng, who was standing by the lawn, opened his arms slightly for some reason.

Wen Ning didn't stop.

He threw himself into Lu Huansheng's arms almost without any hesitation.

The 1.7-meter-eight height has nothing to do with Ruyan, but he just feels that he is "small".

Not a mature and stable adult, but a little boy who is depended on and loved.

Wen Ning buried his head on Lu Huansheng's shoulder, and there was a faint fragrance on the tip of his nose, which was the tail note of the perfume, the end fragrance.

Tempted him to take a closer sniff.

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