Don't take the milk attack inappropriately

The content of the class division has its own issue, and it has been well received and concerned after it was broadcast. Shang Tong's popularity and fame have been raised to a higher level because of his wonderful performance.

Soon it was time for the performance, and I selected my teammates for the project of song selection and choreography.

Shang Tong was undoubtedly the one who selected the candidates. Without hesitation, he selected the two people who shared the dormitory with him, and selected two artists who Jiang Yan was not familiar with, but knew that they had good professional skills.

Everyone wants to join Shang Tong's team, because the captain's strength and popularity are there, and this late voting is very advantageous.

Jiang Yan didn't interfere too much with Shang Tong's decision on the show. He believed that Shang Tong's years of experience could help him make the right choice.

The only thing he worries about is the chaotic editing of the program group, deliberately creating conflicts to achieve the effect of increasing ratings, which is a headache for many artists and companies.

During the rehearsal, there were many people who practiced until the early hours of the morning without rest. The program crew seemed to compress the rehearsal time to a very short time for the effect of the program.

Whenever Jiang Yan saw Shang Tong dripping sweat in the dance room, he felt distressed and regretted helping him accept the show.

Some of the artists who knew Jiang Yan's identity had a respectful junior attitude, while others were opportunistic.

These days, Jiang Yan drove away a lot of artists who came to his door, without insulting or threatening, he reasoned with them with a smile, maybe it was the first time they saw such a benefactor.

There were too many rejections, and everyone knew that Jiang Yan didn't like this, and they didn't know when this matter reached Shang Tong's ears.

In the evening, Jiang Yan had just finished washing and was about to receive reports from his subordinates online when he heard a knock on the door.

Opening the door was Shang Tong who was drenched in sweat. Shang Tong skipped Jiang Yan and walked into the room. After wandering around and finding no one else, he relaxed.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Shang Tong's menacing look, Jiang Yan asked in puzzlement.

"Brother, I've heard all about the recent events. I found out that F-like had disappeared during rehearsal. I thought he had come to Brother."

Shang Tong saw no one, and found that his behavior was a bit rude and reckless just now, he felt ashamed for a moment, and just wanted to leave here quickly, "Brother, I'll go first."

"Wait." Jiang Yan stopped him, took out a few pieces of candy from the drawer and put them in his pocket, "Be careful, don't get hypoglycemia."

Then he smiled and said, "Don't worry, brother won't touch them."

Shang Tong lowered his head, rubbed his ears uncomfortably, clenched the candy in his hand, and whispered, "Got it."

On the day when the performance started, Jiang Yan temporarily received a notification from the head office that something happened to a young artist in the crew and he needed to deal with it.

The situation was urgent, so the company directly booked a plane ticket for him. Jiang Yan didn't tell Shang Tong that he was going to leave in order to catch the plane, so he couldn't watch the show.

Instead, on the way to the airport, I texted him.

The phone was turned off after getting on the plane, and he didn't get a reply. Jiang Yan looked at the sky outside the window and sighed.

As long as the artist needs him, no matter where he is, he has to fly there.

At the scene of the factory performance, Shang Tong stood at the c position to lead the dancer, his eyes kept flicking across his fluorescent card, and he couldn't find Jiang Yan in the auditorium or among the staff.

For a 4-minute song, Shang Tong made sure that he checked every corner and every face in the venue, and finally confirmed that Jiang Yan did not come.

The explosive dance made the team members sweat. In the final freeze-frame movement, although everyone was very tired, they still faced the camera with a smile on their faces.

After watching the opponent's performance in the background, Shang Tong was a little absent-minded.

Lin Zhehan came over with water to distribute to everyone, sat next to Shang Tong and said, "Senior Shang Tong, thanks to you, I took everyone to practice again before the performance. There were almost no mistakes in the positioning, and the rhythm of the movements was very accurate. .”

"As the captain, you should." Shang Tong didn't want to talk too much, took a sip of water, stood up immediately after seeing the passing assistant director, trotted over and said obediently, "Assistant director."

"Shang Tong, what's the matter?" the assistant director closed the file in his hand and asked.

"Do you know where Brother Jiang went?" Shang Tong said.

The assistant director looked surprised, took out his mobile phone and flipped through the chat records in the program group, "Did he not tell you? There is an artist in your company who has something to do, and he needs to go there, and he caught the plane before dawn. "

Shang Tong squinted his eyes to see the text on the screen clearly. The content was that Jiang Yan asked everyone to take care of Shang Tong when he was away, and Shang Tong noticed that Jiang Yan did not say when he would come back.

"So that's the case." Shang Tong smiled and said, "Probably because I was too anxious, so Brother Jiang ignored me."

After all, the assistant director is someone who has been in the circle for some time. When he sensed that the young man in front of him was in a bad mood, he patted his arm and comforted him, "Xiao Jiang's kindness to you is obvious to everyone. I really haven't seen him before." With such a long shooting period."

"Don't think too much, go back quickly!" The intercom on the assistant director's chest rang, and it was the chief director who told them to go over.

Shang Tong returned to his seat and continued to record the program, but he turned from carelessness to depression.

Even if their group wins, Shang Tong's smile is not from the heart. Fortunately, he has practiced expression management for many years, and he can show a perfect smile even if his mood is bad.

It has been three days since Jiang Yan came back. As soon as he came back, he heard that Shang Tong had fallen ill, so he rushed over without even packing his luggage.

Everyone else went to the class in the afternoon, and Shang Tong was alone in the dormitory, curled up in the bed like a kitten, his face was flushed, it seemed that he had a fever.

"Shang Tong?" Jiang Yan lay on the rail of his bed, patted the raised quilt, Shang Tong, who was drowsy, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at Jiang Yan with eyes full of water vapor.

It took a while to recover, and the voice was hoarse, "Brother Jiang."

"I've only been out for a few days, why did I make myself like this?" Jiang Yan saw the medicine on the table, and was going to make a dose for him to drink, and take his temperature by the way.

When he turned to get it, the villain in the quilt suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

When the hot skin touched, the hot Jiang Yan shivered, and there were thin calluses in Shang Tong's palm, which itched against the skin.

Jiang Yan had no choice but to temporarily put aside what he was going to do, and asked the patient patiently, "What's wrong?"

"Brother Jiang, why didn't you tell me when you left?" Shang Tong's voice was hoarse due to fever, and his speech was weak, Jiang Yan had to stick close to hear clearly.

"I sent you a message." After speaking, Jiang Yan remembered that artists were not allowed to have mobile phones in a fully closed program group. Before the recording started, their mobile phones were all taken back by the staff.

Jiang Yan slapped his forehead and said angrily, "Forget about the fact that you can't use your mobile phone, it's my fault."

Most of Shang Tong's face was buried in the quilt, only a pair of eyes and a fluffy head were exposed, and his eyes moved to his hand that was holding Jiang Yan's wrist.

Xindao, since he is sick, it is considered a privilege to be sick.

Suddenly a bit aggrieved and muffled, "Brother Jiang missed my performance, I have a very serious rehearsal."

"I know." Jiang Yan looked at the limp villain, couldn't help but rubbed his hair, "I'll catch up on the computer when the show is released."

The conversation changed, "You have to take medicine and take your temperature now, so that you can prepare for the next performance."

Only then did Shang Tong let go of his hand, curled up in the quilt, his eyes staring at Jiang Yan who was busy back and forth for a moment.

Serve the villain properly, and the others are almost back.

Seeing Jiang Yan, Lin Zhehan came over familiarly and said, "I haven't seen Brother Jiang recently, what are you doing?"

"Going to deal with work." Jiang Yan handed the prepared medicine to Shang Tong who slowly got up, "Drink it, and pour some honey water for you later."

"The captain must have worked too hard recently, that's why he fell ill." Miao Fu held the sponsor's drink in his hand, sat on the stool and sipped it, his eyes wandering between Jiang Yan and Shang Tong.

With a childish tone, he said, "It turns out that the manager also takes care of sick artists."

Shang Tong ignored them, crushed the paper cup and threw it into the trash can after drinking the medicine, stopped Jiang Yan who wanted to make honey water for him, "Brother Jiang, I can take care of myself, you go back first."

Jiang Yan did have things to do. He still had to report to the head office about the artist's appearance and handling measures, and he also had to issue new rules and regulations.

Seeing that Shang Tong's complexion improved a lot, he didn't refuse, "Okay." He said to his other two roommates, "I'll trouble you to take care of Shang Tong."

"No problem. Senior Shang Tong got sick for the sake of the team. We should take care of him." Lin Zhehan patted his chest to assure, and sent Jiang Yan to the door.

Miao Fu continued what Jiang Yan hadn't finished, made a glass of honey water and handed it to Shang Tong on the upper bunk.

As soon as Jiang Yan left, Lin Zhehan softened his whole body, leaned against the wall and brushed his hair, looked at a vacant bed at the corner, and said, "We probably won't be able to wait for the fourth roommate."

"Why?" Miao Fu asked.

Lin Zhehan shrugged and sat on the table, "I was supposed to airborne to find a relationship, but he didn't come again."

Shang Tong raised his eyes to look at him, turned over to face the wall and continued to sleep, without taking the water that Miao Fu handed him.

It was early in the morning after Jiang Yan finished all the things. After washing up, he lay on the bed and searched for precautions and diet when he had a fever, thinking about what to bring to Shang Tong tomorrow.

In the morning, Shang Tong still asked for leave, and the fever still persisted. Shang Tong was still sleeping when Jiang Yan passed by.

Jiang Yan put down the takeaway lightly, moved the stool to turn on the computer, and started to deal with things.

He saw the camera in the corner of his bedroom and had to say that if someone installed one in his room, he would be very uncomfortable.

Sometimes he has to admire Shang Tong, who can face countless cameras without fear.

The sunlight from outside the window hit Jiang Yan's side face, softening his facial features. The white shirt and black trousers made him look very clean.

Jiang Yan, who was dealing with matters, suddenly heard a faint cry.

"Brother Jiang."

Shang Tong was woken up by the sound of keyboard tapping, his first reaction was that Jiang Yan was here, otherwise no one would have electronic products.

Sure enough, struggling out of his dream, he saw Jiang Yan who was sitting in his seat dealing with things, his eyes softened.

"Wake up, how do you feel?" Jiang Yan took the thermometer and planned to measure him again, "I brought you something to eat, so don't run towards the cafeteria."

"Thank you, Brother Jiang." Shang Tong clamped the thermometer obediently, sat up sleepily, glanced at the camera and said, "Brother Jiang, there is a camera in the dormitory, it's not convenient for you."

"It's okay, the program team will cut it later." Jiang Yan couldn't care less, and tested Shang Tong's temperature with his hands, and it was still a little hot. When he looked at the thermometer, although it had dropped a little, it was still hot.

"If the fever doesn't subside today, I'll take you to the hospital." Jiang Yan frowned, he was afraid that if the fever continued like this, Shang Tong would be burned stupid.

"Okay, I'll listen to Brother Jiang." Wearing loose pajamas, Shang Tong climbed out of bed to wash up, and ate the food Jiang Yan brought with him in a daze.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the camera from time to time, and also at Jiang Yan in front of him from time to time.