I'm arrogant at the apex of the hip-hop god

Feng Chen clasped the phone back with a "swish", and said in a cold voice, "Brother Teng is walking more and more like a cat."

"Hey, it's not that everyone learns to meow recently, I'm also catching up with the trend." Wei Teng sat down next to Feng Chen, his eyes were still looking at his phone, jokingly said, "Did you fall in love?"

Feng Chen glanced at him lightly, and said in a cold tone, "If brother Teng likes my phone, I'll give it to you as a gift, why bother staring at my phone all the time."

Wei Teng choked, his face was a little uneasy, and he recovered to his usual easy-going expression: "Look, I scared you, I didn't see anything just now, the anti-peeping film you put on is of good quality, where is it?" Bought it? I'll buy one too."

"Free delivery on the overpass." Feng Chen stood up, put away the unfinished takeaway, turned and went out.

Seeing Feng Chen leave, Wei Teng also stood up with a sullen face, squinted at Feng Chen's arrogant back, and cursed in a low voice: "I just won a few broken prizes, I really think of myself as a god."

Half an hour later, Tong Qian returned to Yingtian's rehearsal hall, and Tong Qian pushed open the door, showing a smiling profiteer's face: "Xiao Chen, how is your choreography going?"

Feng Chen casually raised his eyelids: "Look for yourself."

Tong Qian: "..."

Sooner or later, this kid will have a heart attack.

Tong Qian glared angrily at Young Master Feng, who never treated him like a boss. With a straw in his mouth, he began to watch the rehearsal with his eyes while drinking milk.

"Well, it's okay, but the stepping point was a little bit inaccurate just now." Although he didn't dance much anymore, Tong Qian didn't lose the senior posture he should have at all, walking along the rehearsal hall for three steps for one meal, five steps for one comment , When it comes to excitement, he even goes into battle in person, puts the Wangzai milk box on the ground, "lifts the iron" with both hands and starts to demonstrate Popeye, the twisted facial features are all exerting force, "Power, power, blow up a little more! Don't follow It’s as if you haven’t eaten enough, yes, that’s it!”

No matter how hard the expression is, I have too much kidney deficiency. By the time Emperor Tong, whose limbs have been eroded by capitalism, finished his inspection, a thin layer of sweat was already breaking out on his forehead.

Panting for breath, he sat down on the chair, and nodded to Feng Chen with satisfaction: "Well, the choreography is good this time, practice hard, and there is a good chance of winning the championship."

I have to say that Feng Chen is not only a natural dancer, but also has excellent choreography skills. The dances prepared for the Qi Dance Competition this time are cleverly conceived and designed with originality, and the solo parts left for each dancer are impressive. and it is very suitable for their own good dance skills, while Feng Chen's own solo continues his previous style, the movements are simple and neat, the difficulty is high, and the effect is very explosive.

It was foreseeable that if such a dance appeared on the stage, it would definitely blow up the audience.

Tong Qian drank most of the box of Wangzai with satisfaction, and didn't bother Feng Chen and the others to continue rehearsing. He got up and went out, and within two steps, he ran into Wei Teng.

Wei Teng was sitting on the sofa alone, puffing out his breath, when he saw Tong Qian, he put down his phone and took out his cigarette case, ready to light a cigarette for him.

Tong Qian waved his hand and refused solemnly: "I just got the physical examination report, the doctor said that I am seriously deficient in calcium, I need to smoke less, drink less and spend more time in the sun."

As he spoke, he took another sip of Wangzai, as if drinking fat house water, with a happy expression on his face.

Wei Teng didn't force it, and went to the rooftop with Tong Qian to blow air while continuing to puff.

"Why, I'm not happy that you didn't lead the team this time?" Tong Qian finished drinking a box, then took out a new box from his pocket as if by magic, and took a big gulp in satisfaction.

Wei Teng smiled, and said vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth, "No."

"It's fine if you don't have it. I brought you out with my hands. Of course I would like to see you all win prizes." Tong Qian said sincerely, "But this Qi Wu competition is not suitable for you. You are good at battle. Someone motivates you, but you play better."

Wei Teng exhaled smoke rings, squinted at Tong Qian in the lingering smoke, with an indistinct sneer hanging from the corner of his mouth: "You said before that Xiaochen is better at freestyle, so he is suitable?"

"Xiaochen is omnipotent. He can dance any kind of dance, and he can also set the stage on fire." Tong Qian has never been hesitant to praise Feng Chen, patted Wei Teng on the shoulder, and encouraged him, "After the spring, you will be the great master of the country. In the hip-hop competition, do you have the confidence to dance with a group of people and win the first place?"

"The number one must be mine." Wei Teng flicked the ashes, his eyes full of confidence that he was determined to win.

"That's right, you're ambitious, I just like your disobedient appearance." Tong Qian smiled and sipped at Wangzai, and was about to leave when Wei Teng stopped him suddenly, "Will Feng Chen participate?"

Tong Qian nodded, teasing: "Why, no confidence?"

"Oh, how could it be?" Wei Teng shook his dreadlocks and lit a cigarette again. His high-spirited cigarette voice was suppressed for a moment, as if he was talking to himself, but also seemed to be saying to all his opponents, "I The most indispensable thing is the confidence to step on everyone's feet."

Tong Qian raised his eyebrows and patted him: "Oh, not bad, the young man is ambitious, come on." After the encouragement, he walked away leisurely with Wangzai's milk in his mouth.

Wei Teng stood alone on the roof, and the lingering smoke spit out from his mouth one after another, continuously rising along his thin face, blurring the resplendent and magnificent building opposite, like a mirage.

After a long time, he threw away the empty cigarette case, stomped out the scarlet cigarette butts, and went down to practice dancing.

In the brightly lit rehearsal hall, the dancers who had practiced for several hours couldn't hold on anymore. They lay sprawled on the floor, and their clothes could wring out water.

"Brother Chen, aren't you tired?" A newcomer looked at Feng Chen who was still full of energy, and asked cautiously.

Feng Chen said "hmm", glanced at everyone lightly, got up and turned off the music: "Gather in half an hour." After speaking, he walked out of the rehearsal hall and went straight to his lounge.

There was a new message alert on the phone, Feng Chen opened it, and seeing that it was from Shen Xi, his eyes were unconsciously stained with a smile, and immediately after seeing the content clearly, tsk, he couldn't laugh anymore.

[Small stammer]: Is there something wrong?

With punctuation, there are a total of four words, concise and to the point, as cold as ever.

Feng Chen gritted his teeth and let out a "tsk", and had every reason to suspect that Shen Xi might be stuttering because he didn't like to talk - wouldn't parts just rust if they weren't used for a long time?

It's a pity that the kid isn't his boyfriend yet, otherwise, Feng Chen would definitely teach Shen Xi to use his mouth more every day - can't the kid use his mouth if he doesn't like talking?What a joke, kissing is enough to kill any language.

Feng Chen locked the door behind him, fixed the phone lens, and the dim light hit his half-wet clothes. Accompanied by the rhythmic and cheerful music, he outlined the boy's explosive movements.

In a male dormitory building of Jiangcheng University, which was tens of kilometers away, Shen Xi lay down on the bed after taking a shower, and after replying to Feng Chen's message, he hadn't received his reply for a long time.

There was a hustle and bustle inside and outside the dormitory. You could hear the crackling sound of typing on the keyboard, occasionally mixed with the sound of Liu Chuan's coquettish Lianmai. Shen Xi still had class tomorrow morning. Not feeling sleepy, he turned on a small desk lamp, took out a book and read casually.

"Buzz—" the phone vibrated lightly.

Shen Xi quickly closed the book, unlocked it and clicked into WeChat, seeing that it was from Feng Chen, his thin lips that had been tightly pressed unconsciously stretched slightly.

It's a short video.

There was a low-pitched music coming from the earpiece, Shen Xi turned down the volume, and immediately saw Feng Chen appearing in front of the camera, with a handsome face hidden in the hat, not smiling much, looking a little cold .

He was dancing for Shen Xi.

First there were a few slides and freezes, Feng Chen's movements were no longer as focused and bursting as usual, but with a deliberately provocative taste, he hooked his lips as if nothing, and looked straight into Shen Xi's eyes through the screen inside.

His clothes are already loose, and his tight waist is exposed from time to time with the dance movements of opening and closing. Especially after a backflip, when he stands on the ground with one hand and does floor movements, his eight-pack abs are completely reflected on the floor. In front of Shen Xi's eyes, he jumped up again, the hem of the loose clothes continued to be half-rolled by his side, his waist and belly were slightly exposed.

It is most attractive when it is revealed.

Shen Xi looked a little embarrassed, and subconsciously wanted to move away, but for some reason, he couldn't hold back, and in a strange way, he took the phone closer again, staring at the boy on the screen, looking fascinated.

At the same time, Feng Chen in the video seemed to sense Shen Xi's eyes through the camera, and hooked his fingers towards him. There was a whirlpool in his eyes that was enough to seduce people to indulge in - very flirtatious, this was the only thing Shen Xi could think of. Accurately describe Feng Chen's words.

"Little friend, are you blushing?" The sudden voice startled Shen Xi, he hurriedly turned off his phone, thinking that Feng Chen had returned, but when he stood up straight, he was the only one around.

Shen Xi breathed a sigh of relief, and reopened the video, only then did he realize that those words were said to him by Feng Chen in the video.

He couldn't help touching his ears, feeling as if they were really hot.

"Om———" The screen suddenly lit up, and it was a video invitation from Feng Chen.

Shen Xi hesitated for a moment, looked at the roommates who were all concentrating on playing computer, put on the earphones, and then pressed to answer: "Why, why did you send a video."

Feng Chen raised his eyes lightly, and sent the rising ambiguous breath directly into Shen Xi's ears through the screen: "Let me show you how good my waist is."

Shen Xi was at a loss, and then remembered that the boy said to him in the elevator a few days ago: "Do you want to try? My waist and abdomen are also very strong."

Shen Xi, who refused to compete in physical strength with Feng Chen, thought he was just joking, but he didn't expect that not only was he not forgotten by Feng Chen, but he had a more intuitive feeling after waiting.

People can not look away.

Shen Xi pursed his lips, not knowing what to say, so he gave a vague "um".

The dormitory hadn't turned on the lights, and a small desk lamp clipped to the bedside shone on Shen Xi's face, which vaguely outlined his handsome silhouette. It was rare for Feng Chen to see such a cooperative Shen Xi, so he curled his lips into a smile and teased him: "It's pretty ?"

"Okay, it looks good." Shen Xi replied truthfully, "But I can't understand it."

Feng Chen couldn't help laughing, sat lazily on the floor, leaning against the wall, and said with a pun: "It's okay, I'll understand later."

Shen Xi was puzzled, raised his eyes to look at Feng Chen, but unexpectedly bumped into the boy's slightly exposed chest after sitting down, he subconsciously looked away, and reminded Feng Chen: "You, your clothes are not properly dressed."

Feng Chen raised his eyebrows, lowered his voice and said, "On purpose."

Shen Xi was surprised.

Before he could open his mouth, he could clearly see the boy gently pulling down the open collar with one hand, and his deep voice came into his ears clearly: "Did you blush just now?"

It was what Feng Chen said after the dance and before the end of the video recording.

At this moment, he emphasized his tone again and repeated it word by word.

Shen Xi avoided Kai Feng Chen's eyes that seemed to be close in front of him, pretending to be calm: "No, no."

Feng Chen let out a "tsk".

"What about now?" After finishing speaking, Shen Xi clearly saw Feng Chen who was said to be undressed just now, straightened up quickly, took a few steps back, put his upper body under the camera, and raised his other hand clothing.

The tight but not exaggerated abdominal muscles are completely fixed in front of Shen Xi's eyes. The lines are clear, and the complexion is cold and healthy. It belongs to the kind that can make countless people scream even if it is not inferior to male models on the Internet.

"Little friend, you still say you don't blush—it's not a good boy to lie, I just told you before."

The author has something to say: Say sorry to the cuties, Pudding has changed the name of the article again (covering your face and sorry), this time it has been changed to "I am arrogant at the top of the hip-hop god", and tomorrow I will change it to Pudding with a broken hand New cover, I hope the cuties don't delete it by mistake, bow bow!

(ps: The epidemic is getting more and more serious. No matter where the cuties are, they must take good care of themselves. Pudding experienced SARS. At that time, he drank Banlangen almost every day to prevent it. Sex, I know that the school holiday is so happy, now that I grow up, I don’t feel happy, I really worry about everyone, I hope all the bad things will pass quickly, let’s work hard!)