After the rebirth, I became the top class again

On the opposite side, Yu Xingfan served the ball, Lu Yige caught it, the ball quickly turned back to the opposite side, and was easily caught by He Tiao.

"Wow, handsome!" The onlookers applauded. They didn't expect He Yuan, who looked thin and thin, to play ball with such vigor.

Here Wen Song hit the ball back again, a few rounds back and forth, the situation escalated, Yu Xingfan made a tricky attack on the opposite side, Lu Yige hit back even harder.

Seeing that the ball was about to hit the ground, He Tiao flew forward, and the volleyball bounced, but he threw himself directly into the sand, and groaned as he was ground by the fine sand.

The groan was hardly noticeable, and the audience around were still amazed at this Jedi counterattack. They didn't expect to play such a wonderful moment in a game.

Wen Song was still running to catch the ball, while Yu Xingfan on the opposite side had already run to He Yuan's side to check: "Where is the injury?"

Wen Song stopped his movements when he heard the sound, exchanged glances with Lu Yige and stepped forward to check.

"what happened?"

The others reacted and gathered around to watch, because the sand was so fine and soft, they all stepped on it with bare feet, and they all felt that it would be okay to fall, but seeing Yu Xingfan's nervous appearance, they also became worried.

It was just that the palm of his hand was rubbed by a little bit of sand, He Tiao looked at the worried eyes of the people around him and withdrew his grasped hand in shame, and said, "It's okay, let's continue."

Yu Xingfan helped him up and said, "No need, we admit defeat."

The people around were a little puzzled, but it was just a fall, and it was nothing serious. Is He Tiao a porcelain doll?You must know that He Yuan's aura on the stage can eat people.

At this time Lu Yige said: "It's a draw, we are tired."

Time was limited, and they had to give others room to play, so Wen Song agreed and called out to the next group: "Come on, come on."

He Tiao walked away without expression, but based on Wen Song's understanding of him for many years, he seemed to be angry.

Sure enough, he saw Yu Xingfan follow him step by step, bowed his head and said something to him, but He Yuan ignored him.

The game had already resumed, and Wen Song was still looking at the two people on one side with interest, but he didn't realize that there was something wrong with the eyes of the person next to him.

Caught off guard that his waist was pinched, Wen Song came back to his senses and gave Lu Yige a dissatisfied look in the crowd, and then saw Lu Yige say with a disdainful expression: "I will continue to grow."

Wen Song reacted for a moment, understood the kid's little Jiujiu, and couldn't help laughing out loud. Lu Yige was a little annoyed by the laughter, and muttered secretly: "I'm serious, my leg was still hurting yesterday."

The doctor who examined him also said that it is definitely not a problem for him to grow to 1.9 meters.

Considering the child's self-esteem, Wen Song put away a smile in time to comfort him: "Why does it hurt again, haven't you been taking calcium tablets?"

"I don't know, maybe there is no hot compress."

Then Lu Yige, who was selling miserably, managed to get Wen Song to agree to give him a hot compress at night.

After eating the big meal they won in the evening, Lu Yige took a shower in the dormitory early and changed into his pajamas, and then casually undid two buttons of the pajamas. He has become more and more comfortable with this kind of thing.

Wen Songfu, who knocked on the door and came in, met the other's staring eyes, and instantly felt like a sheep was in the mouth of a tiger.

He vaccinated the other party first: "Be honest today, I don't want to wear a high collar in hot weather."

The crazed pup loves to gnaw on people. There is a piece of his collarbone that several layers of foundation can't cover, so he can only be forced to wear a high collar, and he almost died from the heat.

Lu Yige pursed his lips and nodded obediently, but that's not the case with his eyes.

Wen Song, who had let go a lot, went directly to bed, and skillfully helped him roll up his trouser legs and put on the towel. He felt like a gardener who meticulously watered the flowers of his motherland, but the tree grew a little too fast.

Thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and compared the boy's calf: "Have you measured your height recently?" He felt as if he had grown longer again.

The boy shook his head, and moved closer to sniff Wen Song's scent. Wen Song didn't use perfume often, but his body always smelled fragrant, so he couldn't help but want to kiss and lick it.

Wen Song turned his head to the side and hid for a while, in order to distract him, he started talking about other topics: "Do you have any thoughts on Sigong's song?"

As expected, the boy was diverted from his target. He rested his chin on Wen Song's shoulder and said, "It's all up to you."

In fact, he felt that Wen Song's and the others' designs were already great, but he couldn't directly say those designs, so as not to expose anything.

Wen Song began to talk about his own thoughts: "The story of this song is very good, I plan to focus on the storyline..."

Lu Yige listened quietly, until he finally realized something was wrong when he heard that it was said to be a water stage, and couldn't hold back his voice: "Where's the mirror? Don't you think it would be better to add a mirror."

Wen Song, who was eloquent, paused. The mirror was his last design, but he felt that it was more suitable for a two-person stage, and the multi-person stage paid more attention to the overall effect, so he explained his thoughts aloud.

He didn't expect that Lu Yige's ideas would coincide with those of his previous life, but these designs were all routines, and it was not unheard of on the domestic and foreign stages, so he didn't think about it, and continued to talk about his other ideas.

Lu Yige, who was listening silently, became more and more amazed the more he listened. Compared with his previous life, Wen Song's general idea remained the same, and he still paid more attention to the story of the song, but his thoughts on some details were quite different. Much better than my previous life.

But this didn't explain anything, he just felt that the pace he wanted to catch up with him seemed to be pulled further away.

Thinking of this, he grabbed Wen Song's waist in a little frustration and threw him on the bed. Wen Song was caught off guard and snorted, and reached out his hand in time to block him: "Don't mess around."

Lu Yige had already put his hand into his waist, and said in a deep voice, "Why don't you call tomorrow's brother first, brother?"

Wen Song was yelled so that his heart went numb and his body softened. Before his reason disappeared, he said, "Don't bite your neck."

"Well," the boy replied in a low voice, "I'll bite somewhere else."

The boy on his body first sucked those two red lips and bit enough, then shifted his position before Wen Song could not catch his breath, obediently skipped the fair neck and continued down.

Half an hour later, Wen Song couldn't take it anymore: "Hurry up."

The man in the neck raised his head: "Then give me a kiss."

Wen Song immediately leaned over.

Wen Song's initiative made Lu Yige even more excited, pinching the back of his neck and kissing him deeper.

This flirting finally came to an end when Wen Song's hands started to feel sore. The satisfied boy hugged Wen Song and gasped softly, watching him with a slight smile.

Wen Song felt guilty after being watched, and turned his head to the other side.

Lu Yige wrapped his arms around his waist and said, "Don't leave tonight."

Wen Song: "Are you done yet?"

"No," Lu Yige explained, "it's just sleeping, aren't you tired?"

Wen Song was indeed tired, his hands were tired and his heart was tired, but he still wanted to take a bath.

Lu Yige stood up and said, "I'll wash it for you."

"You, don't move."

In the end, Wen Song didn't go upstairs after taking a shower, he didn't care anymore.

The two got up early the next day and came out of the same room, and immediately received the unanimous stares of the roommates in the living room.

Wen Song nonchalantly picked up a sandwich and stuffed it into his mouth, then turned and went to the refrigerator to get juice.

"Did you sleep together last night?" Ran Xu was extremely envious.

Lu Yige, who had already sat down at the table, nodded calmly.

Wei Linxi, who had seen through everything, closed his half-opened mouth and said, "Ham, isn't this normal? Gu Xian and I often sleep together."

Gu Xian: "Who would like to sleep with you?"

"Which dog snatched my quilt the day before yesterday?"

"It was you who grabbed my pillow first."

A day of happiness begins with watching elementary school chickens quarreling.

Sigong's workload is the largest, but the preparation time is the shortest. Everyone's time is divided into two halves. Even the program team has changed a lot. The boys' ideas are too whimsical. The most powerful group of directors held five meetings with them a day, but the final plan was not finalized.

But Wen Song's group went much smoother. With the experience in his previous life, Wen Song knew clearly which stages could be done and which ones could not, and considered things more comprehensively. Therefore, as the smoothest group, the director team was very friendly to them. and fit.

Time passed quickly in the full and busy time. The feature film where Papa Wen cheered Wen Song was played. With the help of Qian He, the malicious attacks were much less. Netizens shouted that Papa Wen is so cute, and Express your peace of mind, we will definitely let your son debut.

Because in the busy green dormitory, it is rare to see people gathering together to play cards and chat. Even Wen Song and Lu Yige, who are in the same group, rarely have time to be alone. Even if they are alone, the topics of the two often revolve around Stage design, action choreography, etc.

Even so, the two of them don't find it boring or boring. This is their common hobby. They will be happy for a common idea, will feel novelty for each other's flash of inspiration, and will feel happy after finalizing a few details together. Satisfaction, being able to do things you like together is a very enjoyable experience.

After the rehearsal of all the members, there were excited cheers in the training room. Seeing the perfect presentation of the results of many days, this sense of accomplishment is indescribably refreshing.

"My God, I'm so touched, I'm about to cry." Zhuo Yuyang pretended to wipe away tears, "My rap finally stopped burning my mouth."

"It's so handsome." Chen Shiye was also very excited. "When the time comes and add a water stage, the effect can be imagined."

Lu Yige also had a rare happy expression on his face, and he said: "Our first rehearsal will be at [-] o'clock tomorrow, so don't be late."

"it is good!"

"no problem!"

After the personnel left, Lu Yige stayed behind to pack up the equipment. Wen Song leaned aside and waited for him. When he saw Lu Yige look up, he smiled at him, obviously happy and relaxed.

Lu Yige took the key and went out: "Go."

Wen Song turned around and turned to the left, Lu Yi grabbed him and said, "This way?"

The stairs on the other side are not monitored.