After the rebirth, I became the top class again

Wen Song looked up at the people beside him, a little confused by his action.

Lu Yige said: "I like to go this way."

Wen Song was speechless for a moment and began to doubt, this is not a junior high school student, he has not graduated from kindergarten.

However, this kind of behavior in the kindergarten caused him to avoid Li Sining's sight by mistake, so he lazily said, "Okay, just be happy."

In fact, Lu Yige also saw the person on the sofa on the other side. As a person who has watched the show every episode, Lu Yige naturally knows that the relationship between Wen Song and Li Sining is very good, so good that he even used the form of CP many times Rush to the trending search.

They will look at each other and smile like no one else in the show, and they will trust each other unconditionally in the game, and even drink the same glass of water and wear the same clothes. It is hard to imagine how close they will be outside the camera. would like to.

He was not surprised that Wen Song would get close to Li Sining. After all, besides dancing, Wen Song's biggest hobby is to provoke handsome guys. His practice feeds are often mixed with various handsome guys to share, and Li Sining happens to be his favorite gentle and sweet type.

Lu Yige admits that Li Sining's face is indeed impressive, but in his opinion, it's just a show. He only depends on others and never improves himself. He despises such people the most.

The current Wen Song doesn't seem to have much contact with him yet, but Lu Yige thinks it's best to stay away as soon as possible, such a person is not worthy of Wen Song's dedication to him.

At the beginning of the teaching, the teacher taught seriously in the front, and Wen Song studied absent-mindedly in the back.

He hasn't figured out how to balance the C position and stroke.

How can he perform so as not to cheat his teammates and save himself at the same time?

This "degree" is too difficult to grasp, Wen Song sighed and shook his head.

"Wen Song." The person who slipped away was publicly named by the staff, "You should put more effort into your arms, don't let them go limp."

Wen Song, who was publicly executed, immediately raised his spirits to prop up his arms, and smiled awkwardly in the mirror: "I'm sorry, teacher, my arms are sore after holding it for a long time."

After much deliberation, Wen Song felt that it would be more reliable to find a way to get his C position down. If Lu Yige couldn't figure it out, he would start with the team members.

First of all, the first step is to create a fragile image.

"I'm so tired, I can't do it anymore." Wen Song slumped on the ground, "I've exercised more than I have in a year."

"No, I can't do this movement, I can't stretch my muscles."

"No, I'm going to rest for a while, you guys practice first."

Because Wen Song usually gave people the image of a lazy young master, the team members didn't suspect anything, but they were all worried about Wen Song's situation.

Huo Dong advised him to keep fit: "Get up with me tomorrow for a morning run, and go to the gym with me to lift weights at night. Your arms are too thin."

Feng Afu persuaded him to persist: "Stand up, Ah Song, you can do it, Ah Song!"

He Yi gave him a suggestion: "You come here every morning and stretch your muscles for a while, and it will be much better during training. Let me try it for you first?"

Wen Song: "..."

The second step is the self-defeating style of speech.

"I'm so useless, I forgot to move again."

"I can't even count the beat, who else?"

"It's too difficult, I don't practice anymore, I'm just a waste."

Ankang: "It's okay Ah Song, I'm also forgetting now, you've done a good job."

Wen Song pinched his face with itchy hands: "But I'm so tired, Kangkang."

"It's only an afternoon, Ah Song, don't worry too much." He Yi persuaded again.

The third step is to start a retreat.

The training in the afternoon was finally over, Wen Song collapsed into a big character on the floor and said weakly: "I don't want to be C anymore, whoever you want to be, let me go."

Feng Afu took a sip of water: "A Song, are you going to give up at the beginning?"

Huo Dong is helping the team members relax their muscles: "Didn't you say that you will go all out? Don't worry, no matter what happens in the end, we will not blame you."

"Yes, you won't regret it after you work hard."

Wen Song, who was hit on the foot by the rock he lifted: "..." Don't force him to do the trick, okay?

In the next second, a humanoid roller appeared on the floor of the practice room.

Wen Song was rolling and spitting: "Please, please let me go, I don't want to be C, I don't want, I don't want..."

This scene was so exciting that the team members burst into laughter after being stunned.

"A Song, you are so cute hahaha."

"I didn't expect you to be such a Song."

"I'll leave it to you to mop the floor from now on."

Wen Song laughed even harder: "You guys are too much, I'm going to die..."

The large roller suddenly stopped rolling, and Wen Song encountered an obstacle.

He opened his eyes and met Lu Yige's condescending face.

He blinked blankly, if he read correctly, he seemed to see Lu Yige smiling?

Before he could judge the result, amidst the laughter, he saw Lu Yige bent down and stretched out his hand and said, "Get up."

The fingers stretched out were slender and straight, and the words he said were even a little helpless, as if he was coaxing a mischievous child.

Being treated like this by a real child, Wen Song suddenly felt a little hot on his face.

"I said, I will help you." Lu Yige continued.

Wen Song had no choice but to lose his composure in front of a younger brother, but the shame still made his earlobe red.

He automatically ignored the hand and got up on his hands and feet, trying to accuse the few people watching the show with his eyes: "Can't you pity me?"

Several people laughed harder.

Wen Song: "..."

Lu Yige spoke again, and said to everyone: "I've already helped Wang Hongyu to deduct the details of the movements. If you don't understand anything, ask him first."

"Okay!" Everyone responded in unison.

After Lu Yige finished speaking, he looked at Wen Song: "Tomorrow, you will practice with me."

Wen Song: Can he not practice?

The next day, Lu Yige knocked on Wen Song's door before six o'clock.

Wen Song was incompetent and furious, but he followed him to the practice room without daring to make a sound.

He just endured him for half a month, Wen Song told himself silently.

But he was really sleepy, he had to sleep for eight hours a day, and he could feel uncomfortable for a whole day when he woke up one minute earlier. He thought that he would never suffer this kind of torture again when he got off the island, but unexpectedly fell into the On this brother.

"I can't do it anymore," Wen Song shouted at the entrance of the training building with his eyes half-closed, his words were in a daze, "My head is going to explode, I want to go back to sleep for a while." He turned around and couldn't tell the direction I'm leaving.

"Come back." Lu Yige pulled his hood to pull him back, and naturally placed his other hand on the back of his neck, squeezed it twice, and asked aloud, "Is it better?"

The face of the half-closed man showed a very comfortable expression, and his confused voice was filled with joy: "Yes, it's there, squeeze it a few more times."

Lu Yige's subordinates continued to work hard, and the person in front of him continued to hum comfortably. If he had a tail, he must be shaking it enjoying himself at this time.

The gentle force of the boy woke up Wen Song's drowsy brain a lot, and he was suddenly in a trance. In the past, Li Sining often pinched his neck like this.

Wen Song who used to be on the island used to go to bed late and get up early every day in order to make his debut. He didn't sleep enough for eight hours. He was so uncomfortable that he wanted to bang his head against the wall when he couldn't wake up. Going to the side, coaxing him to pinch the back of his neck and talk for a while to refresh his mind. Gradually, this became a small private habit of the two of them. Wen Song's feelings also gradually changed in these gentle and intimate small movements.

But now the person pinching the back of his neck was replaced by Lu Yige, Wen Song felt an unspeakable awkwardness, so he raised his head and coughed lightly: "Let's go up."

Seeing Wen Song's slightly uncomfortable expression, Lu Yige withdrew his hand calmly: "Okay."

Thus, the "painful" special training began.

"Ah, pain, pain, pain!"

In the empty practice room, Wen Song pressed his legs while resisting the strong hands on his shoulders, and at the same time made an expression of extreme pain on his face.

It is not his body that is suffering, but his acting skills.

"Does it hurt so much?" Lu Yige withdrew his hand a little, because Wen Song was screaming really badly.

Wen Song nodded his head like garlic: "It hurts, it hurts my brother to death, shall we take our time?" Let his acting skills brew more, shall we?

The person in front of him raised his head, his slightly raised peach eyes were misty, like sweaty mist and stored tears, and his voice was even more aggrieved.

Lu Yige couldn't help but pause for a moment, feeling at a loss for a moment, and then thought of something to say: "Then plank first." He leaned over to do it first, and the scene just now was still flashing in his mind. He didn't think about what he said, "Come on for a minute first."

Wen Song: ...Excuseme? 1 minute?

Wen Song looked at the man who was able to do a job on the ground and doubted his life. He is just a weak rich second generation, okay?

"You'll be fine in 15 seconds." Perhaps realizing the mistake, Lu Yige changed his words, "Do five sets first."

Sighing, Song resigned himself to his fate and said, "I might not be able to do it in ten seconds."

SOS!How many seconds can the average person do it?Would it be too fake if he couldn't hold it up?

"It's okay," Lu Yige continued, staring at the floor intently, "You try your best."

Wen Song tentatively stood up, counted to five silently, and immediately gave up and slumped back.

"Oh, I can't do it."

He was paralyzed in "frustration" for a while, but his ears were quiet.

He tilted his head slightly to peek at the people next to him. The boy wearing only a black T-shirt clasped his hands and stood motionless on the ground. He didn't even have any expression of reluctance on his face. If he didn't see his red earrings, Wen Song would still Thought he was a robot that wouldn't get tired.

He couldn't help but sigh, is this really the physical quality that a junior high school student can possess?He felt the bursting hormones at a young age, but his mind was still a child, it was simply a combination of contradictions.

Wen Song continued to slack off while sighing, and the person who couldn't bear the stare couldn't help but say: "Continue to practice in the second group."

Wen Song paralyzed: "Oh, I'm so tired."

Lu Yige raised his eyes: "Your physical strength won't be inferior to that of children, brother?"

Feeling being ridiculed again, Wen Song blushed silently, and quibbled: "How is that possible."

As he spoke, he continued to prop up his body and use his acting skills to meet the challenge.

Heh, you little brat, if he uses all his strength, he should, no, he must be much better than him. When he goes to the island, he must find a chance to let him see his own strength!