The male god put me on the hot search again [Rebirth]

"Medicine." Pei Mingxuan stretched out his hand.

Xiao Luo took out the medicine box from his carry-on bag: "Sister Jiaxin said that this medicine should not be taken too much. Didn't the doctor also say try not to take it as much as possible? There are side effects. Are you sure you want to take it?"

Painkillers were always on hand, but Pei Mingxuan had never taken them. Now that his leg was hurting, and thinking of He Yuhuan in the X-ray room, he always felt unlucky.

"Stop talking nonsense." Pei Mingxuan grabbed the medicine box, took one and swallowed dryly.

Yuan Fei came out with He Yuhuan on his back. He Yuhuan was dying, and he could see that he was very disturbed.

The waiting area of ​​the hospital had three seats in a row, and Pei Mingxuan sat at the farthest seat, waving his hand to chase Xiao Luo in the middle, and Xiao Luo quickly stood up.

Yuan Fei put He Yuhuan on the other side, and sat down in the middle by himself.

Pei Mingxuan glanced at him, holding a gentleman's stick, and wanted to hit someone.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the film came out, and Pei Mingxuan was once again left behind by a group of young people.

"Brother Pei, expression management..." Ronaldinho got a medical mask from somewhere and handed it to Pei Mingxuan.

Rao is young, and his physical strength is also limited. Several people have been training from morning to night for more than a week, and after running up and down so many times, their pace slowed down.

When Pei Mingxuan rushed to the emergency room this time, He Yuhuan just sat firmly on the bed.

After watching the film, the doctor held He Yuhuan's ankle and turned it slowly, observing the swollen part, and asked him about the pain: "It's not a bone injury, it's just a sprain."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and He Yuhuan's face finally became less depressed: "Then I can still dance?"

"Of course it's no problem. Apply ice, pressurize, and rest for half a month. It's fine if the pain stops." The doctor tied an elastic bandage on him.

"Half a month?" He Yuhuan's face collapsed, "We have a public performance the day after tomorrow."

"The day after tomorrow? That's definitely not possible." The doctor wrote the medicine list, and turned around, "Your ankles are swollen like this, it's best not to go to the ground for a week. You young man, how famous you are is not as important as your body."

"Thank you doctor." He Yuhuan stared blankly at the ground.

With the help of Pei Mingxuan, it's rare to get a good ranking and win a good stage. After practicing for so many days, it's just like this...

Yu Jinghong brought the medicine, and Yuan Fei was about to carry someone on his back again. Xiao Luo pushed the folding wheelchair over: "I just remembered, there is this in the trunk."

When we returned to the program base, it was already dark.

Wei Xiao was going to push the wheelchair to the dormitory, but He Yuhuan insisted on going to the practice room.

The other three mentors rushed over when they learned that the man had returned from the hospital.

Four mentors and seven players gathered in the practice room again, and less than half a day later, the previous morale was gone.

"My suggestion is that the six people re-arrange the dance formation." Song Ke said, "He Yuhuan, you don't have to worry too much, your ranking is very high, you can't participate in the performance due to injury, the audience will understand, when the time comes, the practice room clip will be cut , should not have much impact on the results."

Wei Xiao curled his lips, obviously dissatisfied with this suggestion: "Can you make the seat vacant? Otherwise, it seems that there are only six of us in this group. Even if brother Yuhuan can't take the stage, there should be a place for him."

"But it will affect the perception." Song Ke asked the other three instructors, "What do you think?"

Ni Fei looked regretful, this group of vocal music is very strong, and she has very little time to teach, but once she came early and passed by, and saw He Yuhuan practicing cartwheels alone, one can imagine how much effort he put in.

"You can't dance, but singing is fine. Why not set up a temporary seat by the stage and let He Yuhuan sit and sing." Ni Fei suggested.

Everyone was silent. If possible, they still hope that He Yuhuan can perform together. After all, they have practiced singing and dancing to almost perfection before, but it seems too unrealistic now.

"Yuhuan, what do you think?" Pei Mingxuan broke the silence.

"I..." He Yuhuan hesitated for a moment, looked into Pei Mingxuan's eyes, and read the meaning of encouragement from it, as if telling him to follow his heart like before.

He Yuhuan plucked up his courage: "I think the doctor made a big fuss. It's just a sprain and it's not that serious. Can you let me rest for two days, and I should recover by the time of the performance. If..."

He paused, feeling that such a request was a bit selfish for his teammates, and before he could speak, Pei Mingxuan said: "Then everyone will practice according to the original formation, and if Yu Huan can't take the stage, make his seat vacant. Temporary seats are set up next to the stage. Do you have any comments?"

"No opinion." "I agree."...

All six players were in favor of the decision.

After all, the competition is for the contestants, so the other three instructors didn't say anything, and it was decided like this.

In the days that followed, He Yuhuan followed the doctor's instructions, applied ice, sprayed medicine, and wrapped elastic bandages on time. He sat in a wheelchair every day and let Wei Xiao push him to and from the practice room. Time to spend in the practice room.

When other people practiced dancing, he stared at him without blinking, imagining how he should perform the movements in the vacated position, with a certain amount of strength, and when others were resting, he closed his eyes and imagined the dancing movements. Move, but dance in my mind thousands of times.

With the Ergong performance approaching, all the contestants had no time to practice day and night, and had no time to secretly play with their phones. Even Pei Mingxuan was too preoccupied to touch his phone.

On the contrary, Xiao Luo, who lived next door to Pei Mingxuan, was having a great time swiping with his mobile phone.

Actor Pei ran around the hospital openly and aboveboard today, and was posted on the hot search headlines all day long.Last night, the inter-competition variety show and the first-time feature film were broadcast after the first public. Among the top ten hot searches, six were related to "Super Boys". Dance to fly.

Ronaldinho poked Qiyuxuanang Chaohua, he seemed to be one of the administrators of Chaohua, and wrote a Weibo with a trumpet.

[The cp I'm talking about is irreversible: male god Pei is A and handsome, and mother Huan is soft and cute. Don't you guys think that our cp names should be changed up and down. 】

A few minutes later, Chaohua was screened by the words Xuan Ang Qi Yu, and at the same time, the entry #玄昂气宇# was popularly searched by cp fans.

On the day of Er Gong's recording, He Yuhuan sat in front of the makeup mirror, and secretly stepped on the ground with his injured foot, using a little force.

In the past two days, he followed the doctor's advice and did not relax for a moment. As expected, the effect was good, and the pain was relieved a lot, at least within his tolerance.

"Hello, Teacher Pei!"

The players greeted each other.

This time, the stage costume was a red and black national style. Naturally, red cannot match the plain makeup. The stylist was sweeping He Yuhuan's eyeliner. He squinted his eyes and saw Pei Mingxuan's tall figure walking towards him.

The contestants were all putting on makeup, and there were no vacant seats. Pei Mingxuan stood next to He Yuhuan, leaning on a gentleman's stick in one hand, and leaning on the table with the other: "How do you feel?"

"It's much better, you can go on stage and dance." After finishing makeup and hair, He Yuhuan looked up at Pei Mingxuan.

The eyeliner has a short tail outside the corner of the eye, which outlines the clear eyes with a bit of manliness. The light red eye shadow that is lightly swept on the eyelids makes him look more youthful, and there is a long strip on the back of his head. The wig ends, like a fledgling young master from a martial arts family.

Pei Mingxuan nodded and asked the makeup artist, "Is this the costume?"

He Yuhuan was wearing a jade red antique tunic with cross-neck collar and a thin black belt.During the rehearsal yesterday, Pei Mingxuan was not very satisfied with this suit. If he just sat and sang, the flaws would not be obvious. Once he stood up and danced, the two-finger-wide belt around the clothes would not look neat enough.

Pei Mingxuan glanced at the clothing rack not far away: "Bring that black wide girdle."

Xiao Luo took the girdle, Pei Mingxuan took it, and made a gesture.

The contestant next to him just finished putting on his makeup, and Ronaldinho dragged a chair over. Pei Mingxuan took advantage of the opportunity to sit down, moved towards He Yuhuan, and pulled away his thin belt.

"Hands up."

He Yuhuan obediently raised his hand, looked down at Pei Mingxuan's hands passing by his waist, and gently wrapped them around his back.

Pei Mingxuan held both ends of the girdle with his hands, turned to the front, stuck the clasps with his slender fingers, tried a few gears, and settled on the second tightest gear—the tightest gear is designed for slender girls.

"The waist is really thin." Pei Mingxuan patted He Yuhuan's side waist and continued to arrange his clothes.

He Yuhuan straightened his back subconsciously.

The male god actually tied his girdle and finished his clothes with his own hands!He also praised him for his thin waist!

The whole person was a little bit flustered, He Yuhuan was impatient to see the clothes at the moment, he stood up abruptly, his ankle hurt, and he almost sat back down again.

Pei Mingxuan held his arm and supported him: "It hurts?"

"It didn't hurt that much, it's just that I stood up too fast." He Yuhuan was very afraid that someone would persuade him to give up at this time.

"you……"

He Yuhuan quickly interrupted Pei Mingxuan: "I'm fine."

"I want to ask you, do you have elastic bandages?" Pei Mingxuan pulled up his trouser legs without waiting for his answer.

The bandages were tied neatly, without any wrinkles, and it could be seen that they were done with care.

The director urged the contestants to assemble. He Yuhuan did not strengthen the burden on his injured leg. He was sure that he could use his strength, so he got into the wheelchair and let Wei Xiao push it away honestly.

Pei Mingxuan was about to go to the mentor's seat, and before leaving, he patted He Yuhuan's shoulder: "Come on."