After the disbandment of Tiantuan, I became popular

He Junchao didn't seem to expect that he was the one who opened the door. He looked past him and searched the room, but he didn't see Lu Xi.

Qiao Songnian looked at him as if he had seen a ghost. He remembered hearing that He Junchao had gone to Beijing not long ago, so he didn't know why he suddenly appeared.

"Where's Lu Xi?" He Junchao asked with a frown as he didn't have time to stare at him.

Qiao Songnian opened his mouth, but before he could speak, the bathroom door next to him opened.

Lu Xi was wearing short sleeves and came out while wiping her hair.

As soon as he came out, he saw two people crowded at the door, and he glanced at them blankly: "PD, why are you here?"

He Junchao's eyes fell on his arm, which was covered with a blood-stained training uniform.

His pupils tightened suddenly, and he asked sharply, "Where is the injury?"

Lu Xi didn't keep up with his rhythm. He was obviously angry when he was hit by his elbow last night, so he suddenly ran over and asked him where he was injured.

Only then did Qiao Songnian realize that he had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained: "PD, it wasn't Brother Lu who was injured, it was our teammate Xiao Ai. Brother Lu was close to him, so he went over to help him."

The other people in the room heard the sound and came over one after another to say hello to He Junchao, while Lu Xi looked at him suspiciously.

He Junchao looked at him for a while, and after confirming that he was not injured, he remembered to say something to the others: "This matter is being dealt with by the program team, so don't feel pressured, just prepare for the stage with peace of mind."

Wu Chenghuan asked: "But pd, our team is missing one person, what should we do?"

"Less is not less, maybe one more." He Junchao said, "Aren't there three brothers in the team performing "223's", they retired because of an accident at home."

"What?!" Everyone showed expressions of disbelief.

Qiao Songnian murmured: "I'll go, it's really a troublesome draft."

Wu Chenghuan's expression gradually became serious.

He Junchao looked at Lu Xi again, and said, "In the future, you must pay attention to the safety of the stage and protect yourself. Don't think too much, just concentrate on practicing."

After explaining this sentence, he turned his head and left.

Qiao Songnian scratched his head and said, "So PD came to our dormitory just after he came back, just to tell us these things?"

"By the way, why did he come back suddenly?"

"I don't know, maybe after hearing about it, I'm not at ease."

Wu Chenghuan suddenly said: "Do you know who the two people who are going to come are, they are all from Class F."

After he finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

In their team, only he and Lu Xi were in Class A, and the others were all laggards.

"I don't mind the class, it's just that they are completely unfamiliar with this piece of music, so what should I do?" Wu Chenghuan said while propping his forehead.

Every trainee with an even name wants to work hard to climb up.But now it's clear that they are at an extreme disadvantage.

Lu Xi patted him and said, "Xiao Wu, when those two people come, we will each be in charge of one. You also practice together, there are still four days left, no matter what, we must do our best to show The audience presents the best stage."

In his words, he didn't question He Junchao's decision, or exclude the two people who were coming, but he affirmed from the very beginning that they would be part of the team.

Wu Chenghuan looked up at him, his eyes became complicated, and Lu Xi's words seemed to touch a certain point in him.

"What, no confidence? You're a position C, can't you teach two people?" Lu Xi raised the corners of her mouth at him, with unreserved trust in him in her eyes.

His calm attitude, like magic, quickly reassured everyone around him.

Wu Chenghuan looked into his eyes and said, "Mr. Lu, I just want to say this to you. I think this will be a stage I will never forget."

Qiao Songnian stretched out his hand and said with a smile, "We can do it, Badguys!"

However, regaining courage is one thing, and reality is quite another.

In the room next to them were trainees who had chosen the same repertoire. Among them, Meng Xinyou danced the women's step. Their progress was obviously twice as fast as that of this team.

Two days before going on stage, Song Xiwei conducted a simple assessment, asking two teams of the same song to dance together.

Meng Xinyou's team cooperated tacitly and performed quite stably.

In pursuit of visual stimulation, they did not make any changes to the female steps.

When Meng Xinyou twisted her waist towards the instructor group, Song Xiwei silently covered her face.

Hai Ling, who was watching the fun, asked her, "Are you shy again?"

Song Xiwei whispered, "No, it's hot eyes."

When it was Lu Xi's turn, the six of them couldn't even say hello, and the movements were still inconsistent after many times of practice.

Song Xiwei shook her head again and again, and when they finished dancing, she commented bluntly: "Are you planning to go on stage like this? To be honest, I think you have to bear a lot of responsibility, Lu Xi, if you dance like this."

Everyone was quiet, this was the first time she criticized Lu Xi.

She continued: "You are the best jumper among them, so your group looks the most uneven. You should be responsible for bringing them to your height."

Everyone's expressions were weird, teammates wanted to speak up for Lu Xi, but they couldn't contradict their mentor, Meng Xinyou looked at him gloatingly.

Unexpectedly, Lu Xi did not explain, but bowed and said: "Thank you, Mr. Song, I understand."

Song Xiwei looked at him bent over ninety degrees, humble and gentle, as if she herself was a fledgling a few years ago, and she had never held a high-level airs at all.

She was slightly surprised, but at the same time, she understood why He Junchao would never forget this former teammate.

Lu Xi's actions reminded her inexplicably of the two days ago, when she clicked into the trending searches related to him out of curiosity.

He hasn't been active for two years, but his fans are increasing.A passer-by asked suspiciously why this happened.

The following replied: Because his own world was dripping with blood, but he still took sugar out of his pocket and gave it to us.He is the most worthy of being treated tenderly in this world.

Song Xiwei didn't know what to say, so she nodded to him: "Work hard, there are only two days left."

That night, the Sixers were the latest to rest.

At 02:30 in the morning, everyone collapsed on the floor.

Wu Chenghuan wiped off his sweat and said happily: "Not bad Xiaokui, you have made great progress, and your movements are basically fine."

The boy he called "Xiaokui" smiled shyly, "Mr. Lu is a good teacher, you all have worked hard."

"It's finally over. I just want to go back and take a shower and sleep. I can hardly keep my eyes open." Qiao Songnian looked up at the ceiling and panted.

Wu Chenghuan pushed and shoved him a few times, "You're fine all night while you're eating chicken, and you wilt when you dance?"

A group of boys got up chirping, Lu Xi stood up and said: "You guys go back first, I'll stay later."

Qiao Songnian tugged at the hem of his clothes and acted coquettishly: "Brother Lu, stop practicing, it's too late, come back with us."

Wu Chenghuan endured his nausea and pushed him away, saying, "Yeah, why practice when you're already like this."

Lu Xi waved her hand and said, "I'm used to going to bed late, you guys go back to take a shower first, and don't compete with me for the bathroom."

Everyone called him for a long time but failed, so they had to go back first.

The practice room was quiet again, without any human voice.

He was alone here, Lu Xi looked at herself in the mirror, and slowly closed her eyes.

After the previous accident, his shadow on the stage has not diminished but increased, as if all the previous treatment had been wasted.

It can't go on like this anymore, no matter how good you dance off the stage, if the audience can't see it, it's useless.

He exhales slowly, imagining that this is the stage, not the practice room.

Bang, the simulated light turns on.

Dazzling light surrounded him, and in front of him was a piece of red sea that belonged to him.

With the rustling sound coming from the stereo, the feeling became more and more real.

His palms also gradually broke out in cold sweat, the once injured leg muscles tightened, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

... still can't do it.

Just as he was trying to overcome this feeling, a deep voice sounded behind him.

"It's so late again, don't you want to die?"

Lu Xi frowned and opened her eyes, turned around and saw He Junchao, who was casually leaning against the door.

He was very upset when he was interrupted by the other party, besides, he had suffered from him last night.

Just when Lu Xi was about to speak to chase away people, He Junchao looked down at his watch and said, "It's three o'clock, remember the first time we met, it was three o'clock in the morning."

Lu Xi was taken aback, the first time they met was indeed at three o'clock in the corridor outside Tianhua's practice room.

At that time, he was the one who advised He Junchao not to practice too hard, but now the situation has completely reversed.

He Junchao looked at him with a serious expression he had never had before: "You have been sleeping late every day lately, are you worried about the stage?"

This question may seem light, but it is actually like a sharp knife to Lucy.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is a natural dancer, and the description of "worrying about the stage" seems to be completely unsuitable for him.

If someone asks this question, it's either malicious or gossip.

Lu Xi looked at him for a while, but finally she pursed her lips and nodded slowly.

He Junchao walked towards him and said, "I'll take you somewhere."

Before Lu Xi could react, he grabbed his wrist and walked out the door.

He Junchao's slender knuckles were attached to his wrist bones. The two kinds of skin that had never touched each other were like budding rose buds in a summer night.

Cautiously and shyly, she poked her head out and gently kissed the midsummer night breeze.

——The so-called throbbing.