I swapped bodies with my rival [Entertainment]

Maybe it was because the movement of turning his head was too obvious, or maybe it was because the movements of the two of them were too intimate, Pei Huan obviously felt more and more eyes falling around him.

Zhu Yang's ears heard a sound at the right time.

"Teacher Pei, the camera, pay attention to the camera."

Pei Huan glanced at the stage and the anxious program director, and said quickly, "I'll talk about it later."

He lowered his hat and stepped back, his figure buried in the darkness.

Zhu Yang pursed his lips into a straight line, and his light eyes fell on the bright and clean stage.

The contestants on the stage inexplicably felt a cold gaze piercing towards them, and frantically searched for the source.

Unexpectedly, he met "Pei Huan" on the far left of the instructor's seat.

There was no expression on his face, but he could feel an incomparable sense of oppression, as if emanating from every pore, the inherent cold.

The contestant touched the partner next door, "Is Teacher Pei in a bad mood?"

"Seems to be."

Yuwen Junjie secretly clenched his fists, who was talking to the teacher, but no matter who it was, he must dance for the teacher to see.

"Next, please start your performance."

The lights dimmed, the auditorium shook the light boards, and the dances of the trainees lit the stage.

Pei Huan slightly raised his eyebrows.

C Yuwen Junjie's performance was beyond his expectation, more confident and eye-catching than the one in the dance studio.

At the end of the song, Yuwen Junjie looked at "Pei Huan" expectantly.

Zhu Yang turned the pen lightly, and did not meet his gaze, but the other instructors applauded in unison, giving their own comments.

After Ling Xu's sonorous and forceful speech, he pricked up his ears to listen to the little trainee's thanks.

Yuwen Junjie raised the microphone, "Thank you, teacher." He turned his attention to another person and said, "I want to hear Teacher Pei's comments."

Ling Xu's face froze, and Pei Huan was also stunned.

Zhu Yang stopped turning his pen. He lightly raised his eyelids and looked at Yuwen Junjie. He frowned indistinctly, then glanced at Ling Xu's name tag, "I agree with his comment."

After the whole performance, the trainees and instructors left one after another, and the security guard got up and started working, blocking the cheering and screaming fans and media.

Zhu Yang was surrounded in the middle and walked backstage.

Pei Huan stood for too long, his legs were a little numb, and he followed unsteadily at the end of the line, but the distance between the two became farther and farther until they disappeared around the corner.

He simply stopped and sat down in the auditorium.

Obviously feeling that something was pressed, Pei Huan pulled out from under his body, and it was the support fan with his photo printed on it. It seems that the owner forgot to take it.

Then the pocket shook.

[Zhu Yang: Where is it? ]

In the auditorium.

After Pei Huan finished typing, he suddenly thought of a dinner party after the performance, so he deleted it all.Before he could send "I'm going back first" in the dialogue box, the phone vibrated again.

[Zhu Yang: I'll go find you. ]

Pei Huan stared at the words, and accidentally deleted the content.

Zhu Yang took off the radio equipment expressionlessly, took off the blazer that got in the way, and buttoned his hat, and saw the news that the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

[Pei Huan: Good. ]

"Yuwen, you are too strong in this issue. The value of on-site support is the first. I will form a team with you in the next issue."

"The mentors all praise you, you are so happy!"

Yuwen Junjie didn't smile on his face, because he knew that "Pei Huan" didn't watch his performance at all, and what he said was just perfunctory to himself.

What made him care more was the man whispering beside him.

"It's time for a dinner party. Speaking of which... why didn't I see Mr. Pei Huan after the performance? Could it be that he was going back to the hotel?"

"Do you want someone to look for it?"

Yuwen Junjie stood up suddenly, "I'll go find it."

Facing everyone's suspicious gazes, Yuwen Junjie had no choice but to cover up and touch the back of his head, "Everyone is tired too, rest first, I will go."

Zhu Yang came in from the back door.

In the auditorium where the crowd has faded, there are only a few lights left, and the light is not enough.

The only figure was busy with his head down, he approached slowly and saw clearly behind the phone screen.

Zhu Yang: "..."

When the light in front of him dimmed, Pei Huan quickly raised his head to glance at Zhu Yang, then lowered his head and swiped his fingers quickly, "Wait for me, I'll grab an airdrop first."

Pei Huan easily swept the two players, threw a smoke bomb, and found the AWM from the airdrop. AWM has high damage and can explode a third-level head with one shot.However, it is only found from airdrops, and it is basically impossible to find.

Feeling Zhu Yang's eyes on him all the time, Pei Huan was a little embarrassed, he raised his head, "Why don't I take it easy?"

"No, you continue to play."

Pei Huan hummed and continued to operate.

Zhu Yang sat on his right and watched quietly. He was sitting upright, completely different from Pei Huan.

"Ah, I fell down, help me on the second floor."

Pei Huan played four-row random match. He helped him up, and then heard the first floor say: "AWM? Lend me to play for a while?"

"..."

Zhu Yang was next to him, and Pei Huan originally walked away without thinking about it, but the first floor started sticking to him, "Brother, don't be so stingy, lend me a chance to play, I've grabbed the airdrop for a long time. Brother..."

"boom."

"I'm going to brother, why did you hit me?"

Pei Huan switched back to AWM and said, "Kill your friend."

"...I was wrong." The first floor was frightened by Pei Huan, and he didn't dare to speak for half a minute. After the room search area was separated, he said, "Has anyone ever said that your voice is very similar to Zhu Yang?"

Pei Huan's heart skipped a beat, but who knew whether it was a human or a dog across the screen, he quickly calmed down and said, "Who?"

"You don't know? The male protagonist of "Gemini", Zhu Yang who took the Best Actor, haven't you seen it? It's a pity that you haven't seen it. He is recognized as the spokesperson of the young talent faction!"

Pei Huan looked at Zhu Yang, this wave of rainbow farts failed to impress him, he lowered his voice and said, "How much is a rainbow fart, and I will pay for it?"

Zhu Yang: "..."

"I don't know what he thinks. He smashed a good set of cards, lowered his value to make some homosexual films, and cooperated with traffic without acting skills to win attention." Speaking of this floor, it seems to be very good, "The little boy is nothing but What else can you do if you are happy with the father of the gold master and a group of brains/residual fans? You say it is—”

"Fuck! Fuck! Brother!!!?? If you have something to say, don't shoot!!!"

The first floor was still in shock, and then I heard the small speaker icon on the second floor light up.

"Does hitting the head do high damage?"

"Correct."

……

[huan0323 kills xiaojie666 with AWM]

When the system killed the prompt, Pei Huan leaned against the armrest, "Killing fans is a ruthless person."

Zhu Yang had no expression on his face, but stepped on the opponent's face back and forth to humiliate, and finally reported "abuse, personal attack" with one button.

Pei Huan was speechless, it's you who are ruthless.

"Give you."

Zhu Yang handed the phone back, but Pei Huan didn't answer it, the air-conditioning made him sleepy, "Call it, and return it to me when you die."

Zhu Yang hummed.

Pei Huan's eyes lightly fell on him, his hands were like works of art, sliding across the screen as if playing Beethoven's movement, his eyelashes drooped slightly, covering his deep, lacquer-like eyes.

He yawned lazily, leaned his cheek on his shoulder, and muttered.

"I'm not a little boy, and I'm not a vase."

Zhu Yang laughed, "Well, you are not."

Pei Huan smiled softly, and he seemed to hear a very soft sentence vaguely, "You are unique."

……

When the system prompt "Good luck, chicken tonight" popped up on the screen, the teenager leaning on his shoulders closed his eyes and breathed evenly, as if he had fallen asleep.

It was his body, but completely different.

His breath, his movements, every frown and lift of his mouth.

Zhu Yang put the hot mobile phone on the armrest, and moved a little closer to the young man on his shoulder, breathing closely together.

"crunch-"

The door of the safe passage was pushed open, and Bai Liao's light pierced through the mysterious and thick darkness. Yuwen Junjie held on to the doorknob and froze in place.

Yuwen Junjie said: "Teacher Pei, dinner..."

Zhu Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.

An oppressive and threatening atmosphere spread, and Yuwen Junjie suddenly fell silent.

Zhu Yang took the boy into his arms, supported his legs with one hand and supported his waist with the other hand, and walked up the steps from the auditorium step by step. When passing by, he said, "Please take a leave of absence for me."

"Wait." Yuwen Junjie said: "...the reason?"

Zhu Yang glanced at the young man on his shoulder, and said softly, "Accompany my boyfriend to go home and sleep."

Yuwen Junjie straightened his eyes, feeling that the world was magical.

It was exactly the opposite of what he had imagined. The always cold "Best Actor Zhu" actually slept obediently on "Teacher Pei"'s shoulder, clutching the small fan that should be used.

He stood there for 10 minutes.

Walking out of the performance venue like a walking dead, a silhouette leaned against the wall.

"Hey."

Yuwen Junjie raised his head blankly when he heard the voice.

There was a scarlet flame in the corner where the light and dark bordered, and Ling Xu took a puff of cigarette lightly between his fingers. In the lingering smoke, his eyebrows and eyes were as sharp as a drawn sword.

Yuwen Junjie hesitated: "Ling Xu... Teacher?"

Ling Xu sneered, "Why, are you surprised to see me?"

"No." Yuwen Junjie lowered his head, "It's just that the teacher smokes less, it's bad for your throat and body."

"Who are you? What position do you take to care about me?"

After saying this, Ling Xu stared at him.

Yuwen Junjie was so stunned that he was speechless, and finally he blushed and could only choke out, "...I'm sorry."

"It's hopeless."

Ling Xu threw away the cigarette butt impatiently, stomped it out with his foot, pulled Yuwen Junjie up to the wall like catching a rabbit, and kissed him hard.

……

After a while, Ling Xu pushed Yuwen Junjie away.

"Do you know what kissing is? Brother." Ling Xu shook out a cigarette again, lit it and turned around, "It's really boring."

A force grabbed Ling Xu irresistibly, and pulled him back. The darkness shrouded his eyes, and his wrists were bound, "Teacher... smoking is not good for your health."

"You're an idiot—uh."

Yuwen Junjie blushed and said, "Also, teacher, I know how to kiss."

[The author has something to say:

The sub-cp is probably finished.happy. 】