Shuang Qi

It wasn't until he walked out of the TV station in the dark, the moonlight shining on the trophy in his hand that he seemed to be shining brightly, Jiang Qifeng and Wen Qiyu woke up as if they were awakened from a dream, and they could barely recover.

Half an hour ago, the host said that sentence—"Congratulations to Jiang Wanqiu and Wen Qiyu for winning the competition and becoming the championship of our "Vientiane Return to Spring"!"

The audience was boiling, applause and cheers were deafening, and the two young champions were still surprised and did not recover.

He accepted the opponent's congratulations ignorantly, held up the championship trophy pushed by the program group, took a group photo with everyone, and then returned to the waiting room.

Originally, media interviews would be arranged at the end of the game, but today it was too late because the extra match took too long, so the interview was postponed to tomorrow.

Under the street lights at night, some exiting audience came over to say hello, take a group photo, or sign an autograph, and the two busy figures became more and more conspicuous in the night.

It was the caring staff at the stage who saw the chaos at the door and asked the security guard to clear the scene, and even arranged for a car to take the two of them back.

Because there was an interview tomorrow, Jiang Qifeng couldn't resist Wen Qiyu's stalking, so Wen Qiyu went home with him again today.

The driver in front was very professional, as long as he gave the address, he didn't ask any questions.But when they got out of the car and turned back to thank the person, they clearly saw the inquiring look in the driver's eyes.

When he got home, Jiang Qifeng simply made noodles with fried sauce and put them on the table, and then played the aria of Peking Opera "Battle of Peace" according to Wen Qiyu's preference.

"Come and eat, why are you standing still?"

"We won?" Wen Qiyu sat at the dinner table and moved his chopsticks. Although his tone was full of joy, he still couldn't believe it.

Jiang Qifeng had already calmed down on the road, and only responded with a "hmm" lightly.

However, he always thinks more in his heart, what does it mean to win the championship today?What will you face in the interview tomorrow?

Winning the championship will definitely bring him a certain amount of popularity, but he currently doesn't even have a regular performance club, so although his popularity has increased, it seems a bit tasteless.

The audience is not stupid and blind, they must already know that he is Jiang Qifeng, and they will definitely not be able to avoid such questions in tomorrow's interview.

In other words, Wen Qiyu must not be able to hide it.

At this moment, Wen Qiyu casually asked him intentionally or unintentionally: "By the way, your neighbor next door is Teacher Xie Yan."

Jiang Qifeng was startled, and before he had time to react, he subconsciously denied it immediately: "It's not..."

"Brother." Wen Qiyu looked at him intently with a comforting smile, her tone calm. "You don't have to lie to me."

The expression on Jiang Qifeng's face froze, and he was a little embarrassed for a moment. He didn't know whether he should call him a senior brother, let alone how to respond.

After a rough thought, he understood that Wen Qiyu's mind was always bright, and after spending so many days together day and night, he should have recognized him long ago, regardless of his appearance or voice.

But he still has doubts about one thing, why didn't he see it clearly?

Wen Qiyu guessed his doubts, and said with a chuckle, "If I pierce this layer of window paper, how can we cooperate?"

Jiang Qifeng couldn't help feeling a little emotional, and then asked: "Since you know who I am, you must also know about my past, why are you still willing to partner with me?"

"At that time, you helped me to comfort me, which means that you regarded me as a junior in your heart. You even recognized your junior, how could you not recognize your master? You can't believe all the rumors."

Speaking of this, Wen Qiyu suddenly paused for two seconds, then changed the topic, and said with a playful smile: "Besides, I really like to have a game with you!"

"Aren't you afraid that Master will be angry?" The smile on Jiang Qifeng's face seemed quite helpless.

Hearing this, Wen Qiyu was silent for a long time, experienced some entanglement in his heart, and finally sighed with his head drooping: "At worst, I will be scolded..."

Jiang Qifeng couldn't help laughing, he is a big brother.

"I'd be happy to partner with you, too."

When he said this, his voice was so small that maybe only he could hear it clearly.

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For a short time after the interview, life seemed to be extraordinarily quiet.

This status quo did not last long. At the beginning of autumn, "Vientiane Returns to Spring" was broadcast.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a loud noise, Zhang Xiuming opened the door with a livid face and entered the backstage. A figure followed behind him, trying to persuade him: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother! Calm down, this is the backstage!"

Wen Qiyu was shocked when she saw this, she got up subconsciously, stood at a loss in front of the coffee table, looked at Zhang Xiuming's face, and shouted cowardly: "Master..."

Zhang Xiuming managed to hold back his anger, looked around at the terrified actors, his eyes finally settled on Wen Qiyu, and said in a deep voice: "When the performance is over, meet me in the conference room at the back. "

The rematch of "Vientiane Return to Spring" started last night.Therefore, Wen Qiyu knew exactly what Master was angry about.Because of this, it is particularly guilty.

"Hey, good." He carefully poured a cup of tea and handed it over, lowered his head and said timidly, "Don't be angry, don't be angry..."

Yan Xiuwen next to him kept winking at him, but finally couldn't hold back and scolded him in a low voice: "Get ready for your show, we'll talk about it after we're done!"

After all, he half-coaxed and half-persuaded Zhang Xiuming away.

In the next half hour, Wen Qiyu went on stage to perform, and rumors continued in the backstage, but he was afraid of Zhang Xiuming's anger and did not dare to express it publicly, so he could only lower his head and cover his mouth with his hands to discuss in a low voice.

"Is Mr. Zhang angry about that?"

"Sure, who doesn't know that we can't mention that backstage!"

"Wen Qiyu is so courageous. I thought it was my husband who acquiesced, but who knew that he would cut it first and play it later..."

"Shh, the front is almost over, let's talk later."

When Wen Qiyu returned to the backstage, he noticed that the atmosphere was not right. After a cursory glance, he knew that these people had something to do, and they didn't look at him in the right way, but he didn't have time to ask, so he changed his coat and rushed to the back to find Zhang Xiuming.

Pushing the door into the conference room, I saw Yan Xiuwen just trying to persuade him: "Children will always have their own ideas when they are young, and they are not too outrageous at the moment. Why are you so angry?"

Wen Qiyu pulled out an embarrassing stiff smile, and bowed to the two: "Master, uncle."

Zhang Xiuming stared straight at him, making his heart shudder. "Master, please explain to me, what's going on in "Vientiane Return to Spring", why did you change your partner without saying a word?"

Wen Qiyu swallowed her saliva, pulled her lowered hands together subconsciously, stroked her thoughts and stumbled, and said, "That's right, I heard someone gossiping behind their backs, so I wanted to reason with them, and then, Brother Huan started fighting with them That's it... I'm going to date Jiang Wanqiu for the time being." After saying that, he did not forget to carefully observe the person's face, but found that the ground was as frosty as ever.

Zhang Xiuming's tone remained unchanged, he tapped the table with his hand once and for all, and continued to ask him: "Then, who mentioned it first? Don't tell me you don't know that Jiang Wanqiu is Jiang Qifeng!"

Wen Qiyu hesitated for a moment. It was indeed Jiang Qifeng who mentioned it first that day, but if he told the truth, what would Master think?Will he mistakenly think that Jiang Qifeng approached him with malicious intentions?

"I mentioned it! I thought he looked familiar at first, but I really didn't recognize him! I found out later that he had already entered the finals. I thought it was good to cooperate with him, so I didn't mention breaking up..."

Who is Zhang Xiuming?Wen Qiyu's hesitation could be seen at a glance, and he naturally guessed the truth.He didn't doubt Jiang Qifeng's intentions, he knew best the temperament of the children he brought up.

However, there is always a feeling that the cabbage that has just been planted has been arched by a pig...

"Why did you hide it from me?" Zhang Xiuming asked coldly.

Wen Qiyu panicked, she couldn't help but dodge her eyes, and hesitated for a while without responding.

"Why did you hide it from me?" Zhang Xiuming repeated in a low voice, this time his tone was more severe than before.

Wen Qiyu responded in a low voice: "I'm afraid you won't agree."

Zhang Xiuming laughed angrily, but he had already guessed the answer, and only now did he feel a deep sense of powerlessness. He seemed completely unable to stop his apprentices from doing what they wanted, and they could disobey if he agreed or disagreed.As Yan Xiuwen said, young people always have their own thoughts, and they can't control them even if they want to.

Wen Qiyu lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him. She thought she would face the master's fury after saying this, but she didn't expect him to be silent for a long time, took a sip of tea, and remained calm and calm all the time.

"Master..." He lost his mind.

Zhang Xiuming glanced at him, a little amused in his heart, how could he not have thought of his state of mind, he was not afraid of anything, he would go home and be scolded at worst.Get over this problem sooner or later, otherwise he will suffer in the future.

"If you dare to do this, you have to bear the consequences yourself. Don't say anything else. Stop the game for two weeks and go home and reflect on it." Zhang Xiuming glared at him as he spoke, and then suddenly increased his tone: "Don't think that stopping The game is like a vacation! Aren’t you very capable? What’s going on in the playoffs of the finals? I’m going to see a decent version of The Bodyguard in two weeks, you’re kidding me.”

Wen Qiyu was startled, and it was only until the semi-finals that the master knew about the finals... He almost didn't kneel down when he heard about this task.

"Master, master, don't scare me. I really can't do "The Bodyguard". The final is supported by Jiang Wanqiu, so I just recite the lyrics. I made a mistake, please forgive me!"

Zhang Xiuming was unmoved: "If you know how, why should I ask you to practice? If you can't, you can go to school. If you can't do it in two weeks, you can go to three weeks. If you can't do it in three weeks, you can go to one month. I'm not in a hurry."

Wen Qiyu repeatedly admitted his mistakes and begged for mercy, but Zhang Xiuming still had no intention of letting go, and finally had to bow his head and accept his fate.

After seeing the person leave, Yan Xiuwen sighed: "Don't you just want him to avoid the limelight, why do you have to scare him like this."

Zhang Xiuming didn't take it seriously: "I didn't scare him. Don't let me let him out even if it takes three months if he can't practice well."

Yan Xiuwen was speechless, he had already experienced his senior brother's temper.

Besides, watching Wen Qiyu walk out of Qulan Club all the way, I feel so bitter that I can't express it, and only "Bodyguard" is left in my mind.

Suddenly, he thought of someone.