Scumbag ex, your white moonlight is staring at me

The performance started at eight o'clock, but it was not yet seven o'clock, and the venue was already crowded with people, and it was packed.

Everyone who was preparing backstage was naturally very nervous.

Although they danced on the stage during the draft, the scene was completely different from the draft.

After Tong Yang put on her makeup, she stood up and found that the dressing room was not as lively as before, and was very quiet.

Sitting there, Wang Tong's eyes were staring straight, a little out of control.

Gao Ya looked very calm, but in fact, he kept moving his feet while sitting there, for fear that he might remember the wrong movements.

Qin Wei was playing games there without saying a word, but he was obviously a little anxious.

Tong Yang himself was a little nervous.

At this time, Lan Siming came in from the outside with a few bottles of drinks in his arms.

"I invite everyone to have a drink and relax."

As Lan Siming said, he handed out drinks to everyone one by one.

Tong Yang walked over to pick it up. Originally, Lan Siming was going to pass the bottle to Wang Tong, but when Tong Yang came over, he subconsciously shook his hand, and the drink fell to the ground.

Tong Yang: "Siming, are you nervous too?"

Lan Siming hummed in a low voice, gave up giving Wang Tong the drink, turned around and was about to leave, but Wang Tong, whose eyes were staring just now, suddenly stood up, took the drink in Lan Siming's hand, and twisted it directly. I took a few big mouthfuls.

Lan Siming: "Wang Tong, you, why did you drink—"

Wang Tong: "Ah, didn't you buy it for me?"

Lan Siming was very anxious: "Then do you feel uncomfortable?"

Wang Tong: "My heart hurts and I feel very uncomfortable..."

Lan Siming: ...

Qin Wei pulled Lan Siming and left: "Don't pay attention to this melon boy."

Lan Siming was pulled away by Qin Wei with a worried face.And Wang Tong finished his drink and continued to sit there with his eyes staring straight.

Wang Tong has been in this state recently, only when she is practicing dancing can she be more energetic.

Tong Yang wanted to speak but didn't know what to say, so a group of people were rushed onto the stage by Lisa.

"Hi everyone, we are July—"

Seven handsome teenagers stood on the stage and greeted the fans in the audience, and deafening cheers erupted from the audience.

"Yangyang! Ahhh my husband Yangyang!"

"I finally saw Yang Yang's true self, woo woo woo, I'm still so close, I'm going to cry!"

"Qin Wei, Qin Wei, Qin Wei—hug your Siming—"

"Tongtong, Tongtong, Tongtong—"

There are people shouting at everyone below, it's a mess, but it can be seen that Tong Yang and Wang Tong are relatively popular.

There were not many people calling Xiao Ran, so he turned his head to look at Lan Siming with a very unhappy expression. Lan Siming bit his lip and stood there, his pale face could not be concealed by makeup.

When the music started, it started as a fast-paced dance, which was the longest they practiced.

The faster the dance, the harder it is to dance together, and it also requires everyone's tacit understanding with each other.

This dance in July can be described as quite exciting.

But soon, Gao Ya realized something was wrong.

Tong Yang stood at the front, and Wang Tong was slightly behind, but when the dance was halfway through, Wang Tong's movements began to be a little behind.

Gao Ya was a little anxious, but he was very reluctant to dance his own, and there was no way to help Wang Tong.

At this time, Wang Tong really felt uncomfortable.

His stomach felt like he was having bouts of nausea after bouts, and it hurt like hell.

It's like eating something bad.

But he knows that the opening dance is very important, and he is still holding on.

At this point, the dance reaches its climax and everyone turns around.

Tong Yang turned around swiftly, but Wang Tong couldn't move, and stood there, facing each other.

A trace of surprise flashed in Tong Yang's eyes, the next second.

He supported Wang Tong's waist, lifted him high, turned him around, and put him back on the stage face down.

Well, it's neat now.

Wang Tong: ...

He was hugged by Tong Yang just now?

The bottom exploded in an instant.

"Ahhh! Yangyang hugged Tongtong ahhh!"

"My Wang Yang CP is locked, and the diamond can't be opened!"

The scene exploded for a while, but set off a small climax.

Next, Wang Tong gritted his teeth and followed until he stepped down.

As soon as he walked into the backstage, Wang Tong was lying on the table, his face was pale, and his abdomen was cramping one after another.

But his heart was hit even harder.

I was hugged by Tong Yang and circling on the stage...

i'm dirty...

"Wang Tong, what's wrong with you?" Tong Yang came over and asked.

As soon as Wang Tong saw Tong Yang, she snorted, turned her head away and did not speak.

Tong Yang: "At least I saved your life just now, and you treated me like this?"

Wang Tong's face was embarrassed, she was about to speak, but she listened;

Qin Wei asked, "You look so pale, what's wrong with you?"

Just as Wang Tong was about to speak, another colic hit him, and he clutched his stomach and groaned.

Lisa hurried in, saw several people gathered together, and said loudly, "Why are you all standing still? Change clothes, the next game will start soon."

Tong Yang: "Sister Lisa, Wang Tong doesn't seem to be in the right state."

Lisa was startled when she saw Wang Tong's appearance, and hurried over.

"what happened?"

"It feels... like I ate something wrong, my stomach hurts..."

"No way, don't you eat bread like us in the morning?" Qin Wei was puzzled.

Lisa saw that Wang Tong's condition was really bad, so she pushed Xiao Ran: "You stand in Wang Tong's position, Wang Tong, you should rest for a while, and talk later, hurry up, get moving, and go change your clothes."

Everyone hurried to change clothes to catch up with the next song.

Only Lan Siming stood not far away, looking at Wang Tong with a pale face.

Throughout the concert, Wang Tong didn't go up again. He had a stomachache for a while, and suddenly he vomited and had diarrhea, and was sent to the hospital.

By the time he no longer hurts, the concert is over.

Several other people came to the hospital to see Wang Tong in July, and Wang Tong was full of guilt: "It's all me...I affected everyone's performance."

"Don't think too much, without you, our acting is very good, and it is not affected at all." Tong Yang said.

Wang Tong bared her teeth and said, "Shut up."

Qin Wei said: "Did you secretly eat something delicious, and ended up eating up your stomach, tell me honestly."

Wang Tong: "I didn't eat anything! I just ate bread! I ate it with you..."

"What about last night?"

"Woo..." I ate the skewers downstairs in the hotel...

Wang Tong thought it was because she had a bad stomach from eating at night, so she lowered her head listlessly.

After we chatted for a while, the nurse came to chase away the patient and told the patient to rest, so everyone left one after another.

Lan Siming stood there with his head down, motionless, until Xiao Ran came over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Let's go."

Lan Siming glanced at Wang Tong silently, sighed, turned and followed.

In the next two consecutive concerts, Wang Tong kept having accidents, either accidentally slipping and falling, spraining his ankle, or being chased by crazy fans on the road, and almost getting hit by a car.

Later, Lisa felt that Wang Tong seemed to be possessed by the gods this time, and there were always problems, which made every concert very frustrating, so she simply replaced Wang Tong's second C position.

The concert was able to proceed normally.And Xiao Ran, who replaced Wang Tong in the C position, finally gained popularity after occupying a favorable position on the stage and increasing his exposure.

Some people in the audience also started holding up Xiao Ran's nameplate.

Xiao Ran was very satisfied with this.

Slowly, the number of his famous brands tended to compete with Tong Yang.

Xiao Ran's heart began to swell.

If he can stand in Tong Yang's position, isn't it true that the glory and position that belong to Tong Yang are all his own?

Due to Qi Yunzheng's attention to Tong Yang, he couldn't directly attack Tong Yang, but what if he wasn't the one who attacked?

So, he called Lan Siming.

"This time, you find a way to make Tong Yang fall off the stage."

Lan Siming's face was pale.

The stage for dancing this time is an elevator platform. If you fall from it, breaking your arms and legs is considered light.

He had heard of a similar accident before. The star was paralyzed, and now he is always in a wheelchair when he goes out. His acting career was completely ruined.

"No, no, I can't do this." Lan Siming said tremblingly, "I can't hurt Yangyang."

"Don't pretend to be a good person. Didn't you handle Wang Tong smoothly? Why, you are not afraid of me telling everyone that you did what Wang Tong did before?"

Hearing Wang Tong, Lan Siming trembled, his body was on the verge of falling, as if he was about to faint in the next second.

He kept begging.

"Xiao Ran, please, please let me go, I really can't do this..."

No matter how intimidating and tempting Xiao Ran was, Lan Siming just refused to do so, so Xiao Ran had no choice but to give up.

He originally thought that since Lan Siming had done something that harmed Wang Tong, it was equivalent to breaking through his own limit, and then the limit would become lower and lower in the future.

Who knew that Lan Siming would not kill Tong Yang, and when he was forced to the end, there was a hint of death in his eyes.

Xiao Ran didn't force him anymore.

The tool that was finally obtained, if he really committed suicide, it would be troublesome.

Xiao Ran sneered: "How about this, Wang Tong and Tong Yang, you choose one, you can't stop working, right?"

Lan Siming just stood there with his head down and didn't speak for a while.

Xiao Ran said: "I just wait until the show is over, either they finish or you finish, you choose."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Ran turned and left.

Lan Siming stood there motionless, lifeless like a statue.