The fake young master became a heartthrob after tearing incontinence

Time flies by, Si You has been practicing dance during this time, except for the few days when he and Pei Qingcheng make up lessons, he falls asleep almost every day when he comes home.

Finally, two days before the competition, Si You, Zhao Yuan and Bai Hanliu arrived in Beijing together.

The three of them rested all night first, and the next day Bai Hanliu went to the competition venue to conduct field inspections, and Zhao Yuanyue's stylist also came to the door.

As early as a month ago, Si You and Bai Hanliu decided on a look.

I have to pick up my long hair and put it up again, like a scholar in ancient times.

Si You's hair has grown a lot, and the bangs have to be combed upwards so as not to block the eyes, which is very suitable for the haircut.

The stylist is Eddie, a good friend of Zhao Yuan. He is famous for styling celebrities. Afterwards, he opened his own styling studio and trained a bunch of apprentices. He usually doesn't come out of the mountain.

But this time he was very happy, and even happier after seeing Si You himself.

"Xiao You is really prettier than in the video." Eddie patted Si You on the shoulder with a smile, and said, "Go and sit, brother will give you hair."

Zhao Yuan laughed and said: "You are of the same generation as me, does it make sense for my son to call you brother?"

Eddie said, "I'm not married, so I'm still my elder brother."

"Okay, you are brother." Zhao Yuan said helplessly.

The two chatted one after another, talking about gossip in the entertainment circle.

Si You sat obediently, watching Xie Wan's new video with a tablet in his hand.

Recently, Xie Wan's desire to create is very high. He can't wait to practice the theories learned in the choreography class.

Si You was very happy to watch, and each item was linked three times with one click.

While watching, his cell phone rang.

He opened his eyes and saw that it was Shen Yubei.

[Shen Yubei]: What are you doing?

[Si You]: Head to head.

[Shen Yubei]: Do you want to grow your hair?

Si You turned on the camera and took a picture in the mirror opposite, revealing his temples that had been connected.

He sent the photo to Shen Yubei, who quickly responded with a message: [Let me have a look after receiving everything. 】

Si You raised his eyebrows and replied: [I won't show it. 】

[Shen Yubei]: ...Don't do this.

Si You laughed, and chatted with him some more.

Almost as soon as the chat was over, his WeChat voice rang, it was Lu Ming sending him a video call.

Si You clicked to pick up.

"Si You." Lu Ming's energetic voice came out.

Si You looked at the people on the screen. Lu Ming was still sweating, and his breathing was a little short. Judging from his background, he should be in the basketball arena.

"Are you still training?" he asked.

Lu Ming nodded: "The game is coming soon, our coach has increased the intensity of our training."

The previous inter-school basketball game was originally planned to be played half a month ago, but the grandfather of one of the main school teams in No. [-] Middle School was critically ill. He couldn't leave and was under a lot of psychological pressure, so the basketball game was postponed.

A few days ago, there was news from No. [-] Middle School, saying that grandpa had been discharged from the hospital, and the No. [-] Middle School team was full. The two schools set the competition time for next Monday afternoon.

"What are you doing?" Lu Ming took a sip of water.

Si You took the phone a little further away, exposing his face and head, and said, "It's almost time for the joint to be sent out."

"Long hair?!" Lu Ming looked at him in shock.

He brought the phone closer again and stared at Si You carefully.

It's just that Si You's hair is still in the clips, so you can't see the whole shape, but you can tell that the hair is quite long, probably almost reaching waist.

Lu Ming didn't know whether he was straight or curvy before, anyway, the first one he liked was Si You.

Looking at Si You with long hair now, he actually felt his heart move.

He felt that maybe he wasn't heterosexual or gay, he might be gay, as long as he was Siyou, he would like anything!

"It's not all done yet." Si You put down his hands and said, "Tomorrow, we will do it in the competition, just like the old schoolboys."

"That's good." Lu Ming replied dryly.

His face was a little red, and he didn't know if it was because of the heat of practice, or because he thought of something shy.

"Then you can train, and we'll talk about it after I finish the competition." Si You said.

Lu Ming nodded: "You work hard."

"Ah."

Lu Ming said again: "Do you still have the lucky charm I gave you earlier?"

Si You laughed and said, "I'm taking it with me."

"That's fine." Lu Ming laughed and said, "Then I'll go to training first, and we'll talk later."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Si You to speak, he hung up the video directly.

Probably because he was afraid that Si You would refuse.

After Si You hung up the phone, Eddie smiled and said, "This is your friend? Is it Lu Ming?"

Si You looked at him in the mirror and asked in surprise, "You know him?"

"I don't know, I saw it on the Internet." Eddie was talking about the Manchester City celebration.

Eddie is gay, so he knows a lot about it, and he can almost tell Lu Ming's careful thoughts at a glance.

He smiled and asked Si You: "Is he chasing you?"

Si You's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously looked at Zhao Yuan who was sitting beside him drinking coffee.

Zhao Yuan was watching with her mobile phone in her hand. Hearing this, she raised her head to look at Eddie, and said with a smile, "Why are you so gossip, you even ask about children's affairs."

Eddie also laughed: "What, don't I care about Xiaoyou?"

He looked at Si You from the mirror, and said with a smile: "Xiao You, listen to me. Lu Ming looks good to me, he is so stupid and has no heart, he must love you."

Si You blushed and said, "Brother Eddie, you can't talk nonsense."

"Who's talking nonsense? This kid didn't even hide the look in your eyes. He blushed when he saw the long hair you've attached."

Si You: "..."

Seeing this, Zhao Yuan made a gesture to hit Eddie with a pillow, and said, "Don't bully my son."

The two started talking and laughing again, and Si You quietly let out a sigh of relief.

Oh my god, how embarrassing.

After finally getting my hair done, it was past lunch time.

Zhao Yuan, Eddie, and Bai Hanliu went out for dinner together. Si You sat up all morning with back pain, so he decided to sleep in the hotel first.

And he has a match tomorrow, so he didn't plan to eat today.

After they went out, Si You took a nap first.

It was the first time for him to have such long hair, so he felt novelty.

Even when he was sleeping, he carefully piled his hair outside the pillow so as not to be crushed by himself.

After falling asleep and waking up, Si You was in a daze.

He drew the curtains before going to bed, and when he opened them now, it was dark outside.

All the buildings as far as the eye could see were lit up with lights of various colors, and on the huge LED screen not far away, it was the perfume advertisement endorsed by Zhao Yuan.

Si You yawned and called Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan said that she warmed up a cup of milk for him and brought it to him now.

After hanging up the phone, Si You walked to the small living room and opened the door.

Zhao Yuan's room was right next to him, and it took less than a minute to deliver milk.

But when Zhao Yuan's door opened, the person who walked out carrying the milk was Si Weilou!

"Why are you here!" Si You looked at him in shock.

Si Weilou came over, handed him the cup, and asked with a smile, "You won't let me in?"

Si You made way for him.

After the two entered the room, Si Weilou sat down on the sofa.

Si You stood in front of him, across a coffee table, and asked again: "Why are you here? You don't have class today?"

Si Weilou leaned on the back of the sofa comfortably, his eyes patrolled Si You's face.

It was obviously still the same face, but because of the long black and soft hair, Si You's eyebrows and eyes were softer than before.

It was clearly a somewhat aggressive look, but because of such long hair, his aggressiveness was weakened.

Si You was a little embarrassed by him, and he smoothed his hair unnaturally, and said, "Isn't it strange?"

"Not surprising." Si Weilou said softly, "It's very beautiful."

He looked up at him, speaking seriously.

Si You coughed lightly, his face was a little hot.

He took a sip of milk to hide his emotions.

"You haven't told me yet, why are you here?"

Si Weilou still looked at him and said, "You are going to compete, I want to accompany you."

Si You looked down at the milk in the cup and said, "You can't get in to the match."

"That's why we have to come here early." Si Weilou smiled and said, "Sit down."

Si You raised his eyes to look at him, and said with a sneer, "This is my room, don't make it sound like it's your home."

Si Weilou chuckled lightly.

Even though he said so, Si You still walked over and sat down beside Si Weilou.

He sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding the cup in both hands, and drank slowly.

"I asked for three days off." Si Weilou said, "I'm free tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

Si You said, "Oh."

"After you finish the competition tomorrow, shall we go shopping?" Si Weilou asked.

Si You nodded: "Okay."

"Or do you want to visit your grandparents?" Si Weilou said.

Si You: "No, my grandparents are in the country, and I didn't tell them about this trip in advance, so they didn't make it back."

Si Weilou raised his hand and rubbed his head, said: "Then wait for New Year's Day, I will accompany you to the countryside to see them on New Year's Day."

Si You glanced at him, snorted and said, "Okay, you, are you dating again?"

"Yeah." Si Weilou followed him with a smile.

The two didn't say anything more.

Si You drank the milk silently, and Si Weilou turned to look at him.

Just looking at it, Si Weilou got started.

He stretched out his hand to gently stroke Si You's new long hair, it felt good, if it was Si You's own hair.

The hair was cut long, past Si You's waist.

Si You noticed his movement, turned his head to look at him, and said, "Does it look good?"

Si Weilou was startled, raised his eyes to meet him, and said, "What?"

"I look good with long hair?" Si You looked at him without blinking.

Although his heart was beating fast and his face was very red, Si You still asked such a question.

He wanted to see how Si Weilou would react.

Si Weilou didn't expect him to ask such a question, and was really stunned.

However, slowly, his face turned red gradually, and his forehead was also slightly wet.

What shocked Si You the most was that Si Weilou's eyes were a little red, and when he looked at him, he was a little fierce.

Si You's Adam's apple rolled down, he stood up abruptly, and walked a few steps as if fleeing, away from Si Weilou.

Si Weilou sat where he was, his eyes followed Si You closely.

He was breathing heavily and his heart was beating fast.

Did he scare Si You?

However, Si You was teasing him!

This kind of cognition made Si Weilou unable to calm down at all.

Si You turned his back to him, belatedly realizing that he seemed to have said something he shouldn't have said.

He also said that Si Weilou always crossed the line, and he also crossed the line this time, which is outrageous!

The room was very quiet, even if Si You didn't look back, he knew how hot Si Weilou's gaze would be on him.

"You, aren't you going back?" Si You said.

Si Weilou stood up and slowly walked towards him.

Hearing his footsteps, Si You wanted to run without hesitation, but because of face, he stopped abruptly.

However, before he had time to turn around, Si Weilou had already walked behind him.

"Si You, I want to hug you."

After finishing speaking, before Si You could react, he hugged him into his arms.

Si You was surrounded by a pair of arms around his waist, and his back was pressed against Si Weilou's chest.

The heavy and rapid heartbeat rang in Si You's ears.

He froze in place, not daring to move or speak.

"I'm sorry." Si Weilou rested his chin on his shoulder and said softly, "I scared you."

Si You's ears were red and he didn't speak.

"I hugged you without your permission again, don't be angry with me." Si Weilou closed his eyes and tightened his arms a little: "OK?"

Holding the cup in both hands, Si You nodded slowly, and whispered, "Then let me go."

Si Weilou rubbed his face next to his ear, and said, "Let me hug you for a while."

"No." Si You said mercilessly, "I'll count to three."

Si Weilou smelled his good smell, hugged him greedily for another two seconds, and reluctantly let go of him before Si You counted to three.

Si You immediately trotted forward two steps before turning back to look at Si Weilou.

"Hurry up and get out, I want to rest." Si You slept all afternoon, and now he didn't feel any sleep at all, but he didn't dare to be in the same room with Si Weilou anymore.

Si Weilou looked at him, smiled, and said, "I didn't open another room, Mom asked me to sleep with you."

Si You: "..."

He was speechless at first, and then he was surprised: "Mom? You didn't say 'your mother' this time?"

Si Weilou laughed and did not explain.

But Si You understood, it seemed to be all right.

With such an interruption, most of the tension in Si You's heart was relieved. He looked at Si Weilou and said, "Then why don't you open another room, or you can only sleep on the sofa here."

"Yeah." Si Weilou nodded, showing no temper.

The small living room and bedroom are almost the same as two rooms, and the sofa is indeed big enough, and Si Weilou's long legs are wide enough to sleep on.

After working together for the whole night, Si You went to the next morning to compete in the next building.

Zhao Yuan and the others were waiting outside the arena.

This kind of competition is very serious, there are no spectators throughout the whole process, only the players and the top judges in the industry, and the whole process is recorded and videotaped.

After the winners are determined, the live video of the competition will be announced.

A top dancer like Bai Hanliu was the chief examiner in previous years, but this year there was Si You, and she wanted to avoid suspicion, so she automatically withdrew from the judging panel.

Si You's hair was all coiled up, a bun was combed on the top of his head, and a jade-colored hairpin was inserted horizontally in the middle, clean.

He was wearing a white and light turquoise long gown, which was of a pure ancient style of tulle, layered on top of each other, and the sleeves fluttered as he walked.

"Mom, teacher, I'll go in first." Si You waved at them.

Zhao Yuan and Bai Hanliu also smiled and waved at him, saying they would wait for him to come out for the celebration banquet.

Si You glanced at Si Wei's corridor again, and whispered, "I'm leaving."

"Yeah." Si Weilou smiled lightly, and didn't say anything to cheer him up.

Because he knew that Si You would definitely win.

Today, Si You performed an orthodox Chinese classical dance called "Scholar Tour".

It tells the story of a scholar who fell in love with the emperor's concubine.

The scholar and the imperial concubine are destined to be a tragedy.

When Si You was waiting, he settled his mind down.

He is the eighth appearance, the position is very high.

In this kind of competition, the judges are all looking at the skills and performance of the dancers, and the order of appearance will not affect the result of the competition at all, so it doesn't matter who comes first.

Because there is no audience, so when the dancers perform, the audience is silent.

A dancer in front of Si You felt nervous because of the quiet environment of the scene. She made frequent mistakes, and the more mistakes she made, the more nervous she became. In the end, she forced herself to step off the stage, and she burst into tears.

When Si You heard the crying, he became a little nervous.

He was not afraid that he would make a mistake, but he was afraid that he would cry on stage if he was too excited.

This song was originally a tragedy. When he practiced it by himself in the dance studio, he couldn't help crying when he devoted himself to it.

Of course, this is because of his incontinence of tears, certainly not because of his sentimentality.

Maybe it will happen again this time...

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