I was petted by top idols by turning a pen [entertainment circle]

Ji Yu must help Li Xiao answer a question in the future.

People can do as much as they want.

Answers are all edited.

Thank you for the invitation, I just worked hard for months without rest, pushing myself to the limit of my body.

At the limit, another bruise, fracture and intracranial hemorrhage fell, and then continued strenuous exercise.

Oh, and you have to be sprayed with cold water while exercising to water the trauma.

The most important step is to pretend to be good during this process, absolutely not to show any signs of pain, and to support yourself until the last moment.

The above is almost enough to make a good meal.

While editing the answer, Ji Yu thought that the surname Li was born in the wrong age.

With his ability to hold on, if he was born into a war, he might still be able to tear up a few foreign enemies even after being shot in the heart.

Even doctors are amazed by his calm performance.

At that time, Li Xiao had been in a coma for almost five days, and the hot searches on Weibo were still lingering. "Elevating platform accident", "textbook-level rescue", "god-level perfect stage" and "seriously injured and comatose to the hospital" after the performance are all heavy news from any angle.

Not to mention fans, even the people who eat melons in the hospital can't help but care about him.

Ji Yu felt that Li Xiao would be terrified when he woke up, so he created another famous scene "Bloody Stage". The shot of wiping blood-mixed water with his thumb to the end of his eyes was made into a moving picture, which became popular on the Internet. .Now he not only broke the doubts and proved himself, but also reached a new height in popularity.

No way, Neiyu has never had such a stage script that turns the tide and has a bit of beauty, strength and tragedy.This is not only dedicated, but also tough and awesome, which really attracts people's favor.

Even many professional sunspots began to turn fans.

But it didn't work, he never woke up.

Ji Yu was quite calm at first, he had a steelyard in his heart, and seeing that Li Xiao didn't need to use a ventilator, he knew that he didn't fall to the point where his life was in danger.

But his patience was limited, and he felt that the man had been unconscious for too long.In the middle of the night, he started to have a fever again. Although it is also a common complication of cerebral hemorrhage, Ji Yu suddenly collapsed.

He knew what Li's fever looked like, he should have tossed and tossed, tossed and baked on the bed like a pancake.But now he is motionless, being transferred to an ice blanket to cool down, he has no strength, no consciousness, no feeling, his body is so hot, but his breath is cold.

Ji Yu couldn't take it anymore.

But he always broke down quietly, and he always found a way to comfort himself.

His solution was to smoke at the entrance of the corridor, and then turn on the video to watch the stage of Li Xiao Fireworks.

He was different from others, Xiao Mi didn't dare to watch this video anymore, Ji Yu was looking for abuse, he didn't get angrier the more he watched it, but the more he watched it became more burning.

He was fascinated.

"It turns out that romance is not just about the past

Embracing the present is fate. "

fool.

Ji Yu thought.

He looped the video and smoked one cigarette after another. After four or five hours like this, he sat back next to Li Xiao, wrapped in the smell of cigarettes.

Li Xiao's fever has subsided, his head is tilted to one side, Ji Yu straightens it obsessively, at an angle where he can bring his quiet facial features into his gaze by raising his eyes.

I wish the smell of my smoke woke you up.Ji Yu thought again.

At such times, he finally understood how far a patient's family member could lose their minds.As an intellectual, he began to disbelieve in science.

Obviously all the instruments are recording Li Xiao's stable vital signs, but Ji Yu just doesn't believe it.He went to lie on Li Xiao's chest to listen to his heartbeat, and touched his breath with his fingers.Then he simply put his hand under his clothes and put it on his stomach.

He now only believes in the skin and breath he feels, and only in him he feels.

Li Xiao's belly was tight and warm, while Ji Yu's hands were cold, and he just rested on top of it, with every slight ups and downs under his palm, up and down, very stable.

He was finally at ease again.

Later, he became a little addicted, and he stretched out his hand every now and then, and put it on Li Xiao's stomach.

He was intoxicated by that temperature.

Doctors and nurses saw this behavior several times and were stunned.

The man in front of him looked indifferent and calm, looking at the person on the bed without any emotion, like a sculpture.The right hand rests on his knee, sometimes holding a mobile phone, most of the time holding a pen.The left hand stretched awkwardly, buried in Li Xiao's abdomen.

As if to use his stomach to warm the fire.

After this roasting, it won’t move. Anyway, the person lying on the bed doesn’t move, and he doesn’t move, so he just uses his hands.After a while, he finally stretched out his left hand, shook it, took the pen, and put it in with his right hand again.

Although it is a bit inappropriate to say so, it is indeed a bit funny and weird to look at.

Later, a young doctor really couldn't bear to see his exaggerated behavior of Wangfushi, and comforted him:

"Ji Yu, he has already passed the dangerous period, he is just sleeping, don't worry."

Li Xiao's quilt only covered his waist, and Ji Yu's hands were inside the thin blue striped hospital gown. From the doctor's perspective, he could clearly see the unnatural bulge on Li Xiao's belly , Arching and arching, he could imagine how Ji Yu's fingers subconsciously drew the lines of his abdomen.

He shivered.

How about a little porn.

"Then why isn't he awake?" Ji Yu asked, not feeling that his perverted behavior was indecent.

"Ah, it's not time yet." The doctor said, "Let me explain this to you. He used to have very bad sleep habits. This sleep is like a spring, which is always pressed. This time, when he was injured, the spring bounced up." Yeah, I pressed too hard before, so I rebounded too high. Do you understand what I mean?"

Only then did Ji Yu take a look at the doctor.

He had never seen him before, not the doctor who operated on Li Xiao before, he was very young, only 25, and his speaking style was also very young.

He seemed to know Li Xiao very well.

"What's your last name?" Ji Yu asked.

"My surname is Kong, you don't have to be so polite haha."

Ji Yu remembered the contacts he had seen on Li Xiao's phone before, and was stunned: "Dr. Kong...you have treated him before."

"Well, so I'm going to see him now." Dr. Kong said to Ji Yu, smiling brightly,

"Don't worry, it's a blessing in disguise. This time the injury was serious, but it just happened to allow him to catch up on sleep and rest his head. He has been too tired for the past few years, and he has little rest time, and the problem has not been eradicated."

"He always can't wake up." Ji Yu said, like a question, but also like a statement.

"So this time, give him a chance to wake him up completely and make up for what he owes for two years." Dr. Kong said, "Don't worry, I know very well about the sleep problems of celebrities, and I can see for sure."

"Ah."

Dr. Kong glanced at the drowsy Li Xiao, and inexplicably remembered the scene when he first saw him.

He had just debuted at that time, but he had been suffering from insomnia for a while, so he came to seek treatment.

He finds it interesting that this person is mildly depressed, yet very positive; he is obviously tired, yet able to maintain his energy; he is extremely insecure and even a little inferior, yet seems to have the confidence to find a sense of belonging.

He was always being pulled contradictoryly by two sides, which turned him into a superstar.

What is pulling him?

Now he can probably guess a little bit of the answer.

He couldn't help sighing, the so-called emotions can indeed greatly affect a person.

Just as he was pondering the mysteries of human beings here, Ji Yu suddenly said:

"By the way, Doctor Kong, thank you very much last time."

Dr. Kong wondered which time it was last time, but he was able to get Ji Yu's gratitude, and said embarrassedly: "No, Li Xiao is mainly because he can solve himself..."

"Well. I have no intention of thanking him for his business."

"..."

"I'm thanking you on behalf of my grandma. The bed in Hospital A is Dr. Zhou Hong who Li Xiao asked you to contact me." Ji Yu said, and finally took his eyes off Li Xiao's face and looked at him seriously.

Dr. Kong raised his eyebrows and said nothing.He didn't want to see Ji Yu flirting with the dead man with his hands, and was about to leave.

When he reached the door, he said: "Then you should thank him. He asked me, but he contacted me about the beds."

"Ji Yu, you know that Hospital A is private, so let's adopt the partnership model." He laughed, revealing a secret as a matter of course,

"Li Xiao is a shareholder of Court A."

"..."

Doctor Kong left, but Ji Yu's eyes were still wide open.

The ring finger accurately touched Li Xiao's navel, he inserted it, and slowly uttered a word:

"Depend on."

Two days later, Li Xiao still hadn't woken up.But he was finally able to move occasionally, and even opened his eyes slightly, pulling the corners of his mouth and trying to smile at Ji Yu, but before he finished laughing, he closed his eyes again, looking a little terrified.

Ji Yu felt that this person would probably have to catch up on sleep like this until next year, so he sighed.

But the Watcher Stone can no longer look at it.

He's going to play.

"Boss, you still have to go to the competition." This day, Xu Xiao came to see Li Xiao, and brought her boyfriend Luo Lang, who had just gotten better.

When they heard that Ji Yu had bought a plane ticket for the afternoon, both of them were very surprised.

"Well," Ji Yu said calmly, "What's the matter?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Xu Xiao waved her hand, and exchanged meaningful glances with Luo Lang.

In their imagination, Ji Yu should be someone who could not eat or drink for Li Xiao who was in a coma. It must be a necessary plot to give up the game and only guard him when he wakes up.

In the end, as if his butt was unwilling to stay any longer, this person quickly raised his legs and prepared to leave. Before leaving, he kissed Li Xiao's forehead perfunctorily in front of the two of them, which seemed to prove that he really still loves Li Xiao of.

But after the kiss, he quickly wiped his lips again.

"..."

After Ji Yu left, Luo Lang joked to Xu Xiao, "When you get sick in the future, can I go out and sing?"

"Sing a big-headed ghost, the two of them are different from the two of us."

"What's the difference?"

Yan Fan's CP fan said solemnly: "The beautiful love between the best handsome guys will always be unique."

Strange to say, no matter how worried Ji Yu was about Li Xiao, the thought of giving up the game never crossed his mind.

On the contrary, he looked at the Sleeping Beauty for more than a week, and he was so inspired that he directly rejected the original trick he thought of before and thought of a new one.

In fact, it is not a trick anymore, he has completely changed his style.

This style is quite difficult, but this week he has been staying in a quiet ward, but he has practiced diligently, and the success rate is quite high.

He couldn't help asking himself if he was being too selfish.

The boyfriend was still lying dead, but he went out to compete.

Never mind, that's the way he is anyway.

He was just a little regretful that Li Xiao couldn't go with him.

Just like he watched Li Xiao's stage, he also hoped that Li Xiao could witness himself.

He really wanted him to watch it.

But he quickly comforted himself, Li Xiao would be nervous around him.

Anyway, it's a long time coming to Japan.

Just let him wake up and see the champion.

Three days later, the global finals of the WSPG World Pen Spinning Competition officially kicked off.

The competition is held every two years, and this year is the first time that the venue for the finals has been set in Asia.The top Psers from all over the world came here and were surprised to find:

This country seems to have a strong pen-changing atmosphere.

That's rare.

I heard it was driven by a pen-turning star.

This is even more rare.

After all, this kind of difficult niche hobby is not driven by wanting to be promoted.

It is also because of the small crowd. Although the competition is world-class, the tense atmosphere of the sword is actually very light.Compared with competitions, most Psers come to make friends with pens and communicate socially.

But the Psers who are aiming for the championship are different. The circle has already locked the championship in Bred from the United States, Goo from Japan, and U who is the host.

According to the odds, Bred has the greatest chance of winning the championship. The experienced old Pser is very difficult and has a pair of rare big hands. Goo was the last champion, speed flow, was described as a violent transfer method.

Only U, it is impossible to describe what kind of flow it is, and the difficulty and speed can only be regarded as quite satisfactory.

But viewing is good.

The eyes of the crowd are discerning. After the group battle, the final championship contest is really these three people.

The last round was also very simple and rough, that is, the three people took turns to perform the pen-twisting performance, and the judges and other Psers scored together.

Unluckily, Ji Yu got the first one.

As we all know, unless the first appearance is a crushing advantage, it will encounter a situation of scoring.

Since the WSPG has been held for more than a dozen sessions, there has been no first player to win the championship.

But Ji Yu seemed very confident, he was rubbing his hands together to keep them warm.

"Are you nervous?" Lao Zhu, who had already been ranked 18th in the world, asked Ji Yu.

They have been here for three days, and Ji Yu hasn't shown his last pen-spinning move for three days, as if there is no rehearsal.

"A little bit," he said.

"Are you turning left-handed or right-handed?"

"Left hand."

Before Li Xiao passed out, he was holding his left hand.

"Okay, I'm so nervous right now that my hands are shaking." Old Zhu said while glancing at the ring on Ji Yu's hand. It's a simple and simple style, and it doesn't even feel like the serial number rings that cost ten yuan a pack in the HandBar. the difference.

He joked to ease the tense atmosphere: "I thought this kind of big star would definitely give you a diamond ring."

Ji Yu smiled.

"The diamond ring can't wear the pen, it will affect the feel of the hand." He took out the pen and said,

"This is just right."

He took out two Juechen season plans.

One black, one white.

"Which one do you choose?" Old Zhu asked.

The announcer DJ has already started shouting: "Let'sweleU——"

Amidst the "U" sound of a group of booing, Ji Yu pressed down the brim of the black peaked cap he was wearing, which was the one he screamed before leaving.

Under the brim of the hat, his facial features were covered with a thin layer of shadow, which made him look stern and also outlined a sense of arrogance.

He walked towards the small round platform in the performance center, and looked at Lao Zhu again.

"No choice."

He smiled lightly,

"Brother, have you ever seen turning two pens with one hand?"

Old Zhu was taken aback.

Before he could react, there was only a straight back like bamboo in front of him.

Then he reacted.

Damn, two pens?

One pen has the risk of falling off, how about two pens?

Although he was so skeptical, he couldn't help but started laughing.

He believed in Ji Yu, and he also believed in the pen in Ji Yu's hand.

Ji Yu walked in the center holding two pens.

There is no stage in the pen-twisting competition, everyone surrounds him, but there is a big screen aimed at the hand, so that the people behind can see clearly.

The clear nature is not only his hand, but also the black and white color of the pen in his hand, and the rainbow light of two strings of lasers.

Ji Yu touched the JUE on it, and nodded to the timing judges.

He narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Three

Two

One

it has started.

——Ji Yu first tossed the black pen up, while the white pen quickly wandered between the five fingers.

Since when did he learn to turn the pen?

12 years old, 13 years old?

He is 24 years old now.

In the past ten years, Ji Yu has been asked the same question countless times.

"Why do you want to learn to turn a pen?"

——Crack, the black pen fell to the palm of the hand, spinning like a propeller, the white pen was clamped in the jaws of the tiger, and it continued to rotate counterclockwise with the thumb as the axis.

Ji Yu's answer was that he didn't know.

He really didn't know.

Maybe...it feels different.

From a very young age, Ji Yu knew that he was different from others.

He has no parents, he likes the same sex.

Such "difference" did not make him feel alienated or inferior, and did not make him try to integrate into the same.

Instead, he thought that since I was different, I was even more different.

At the beginning, the pen-twister was just a powerful weapon to pass the time, and later it became the weapon that he flaunted as a maverick in the second stage.

Later, when his strength was enough and his interests were full, he began to surpass his interests and become more greedy.

I just want to keep doing what I like, do you want you to be crazy?

——The palm of the hand flipped quickly, and the two pens also alternated black and white, from the back of the hand to the palm of the hand, like two snakes about to confront a duel.

Oh no, there is one person who can't be fooled.

Li Xiaojue never asked him why he changed his pen.

What he asked was:

"Great God, how can you turn your pen so well? You are a genius if you are ignorant and incompetent to the extreme."

"..."

"Teach me," he said.

So for the first time, Ji Yu took his hand proactively and without deliberate effort.

He fiddled with his fingers, and they touched the belly, and the temperature was transmitted on the cold pen barrel.

He started looking at his face.

"Li Xiaojue, you may not believe it, but I want to make money by turning pens in the future."

"Damn, you're too cool." Li Xiaojue studied the pen seriously, and didn't think it was any kind of surprising remark, "I like you just like you, always be yourself."

what?

like?

Ji Yu figured out a completely different meaning in this casual liking.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and he gripped his hand even more tightly.

Li Xiaojue started to laugh.

"God, don't scratch my palm."

"I didn't scratch it, I just told you to turn it over like this."

——The two pens were thrown up in the air in turn, spinning and falling like a phoenix flying like a dragon, and then the black pen was cruising around the fingers again, spinning extremely fast.And the white ones follow.It seems to be catching up, always staying at the next moment where the black pen stops.

After being together, Ji Yu liked Li Xiaojue to hold his hand very much.

Li Xiaojue's hands are big and dry, sometimes cold and sometimes warm, but they always carry his warmth.His hands were wrapped around his own, and their fingers were intertwined. Just this could make his heart beat faster.

Li Xiaojue would grab his hand and bury it in his chest, stick his face against it, lick it with the tip of his tongue, and bite it with his teeth.

Of course, recycling, they also do a lot of other things with their hands without a teacher.

Ji Yu's sensitive part is his ankle.

And Li Xiaojue's sensitive part is Ji Yu's hand.

Li Xiaojue's sensitive point is from Ji Yu.

Ji Yu just hooked his fingers slightly, and he could fall.

——There was another snap, and the white pen and the black pen came to the same area, belonging to the same rhythm.They rotate together in the palm of the hand, and they shuttle together from the back of the hand, bypassing the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger.

"Master, what is your pen name called U?" Li Xiaojue once asked Ji Yu.

Ji Yu replied: "It's not a pseudonym, okay. I just think U and Yu are very similar."

"Oh, so what's my name, I don't have any letters like my name."

"Whatever you want, don't just call it letters."

"Then my name is L, my surname is Li."

"can."

"And this L, it looks great, it seems that it can be inserted into the U horizontally and vertically."

"... Please get out of here."

——Unknowingly, the two pens merged into one, perhaps because of the strong black and white contrast, they seemed to surge up and were controlled by Ji Yu's nimble fingers like they were neck and neck.

"Li Xiaojue, quickly tell Luo Fei and Meng Qi what is the copywriting of our online store."

"Let's say it together, let's shout out to the second class together."

"You two, don't keep it up, what the hell is it?"

The two severely erotic youths looked at each other, as if they were sharing a great sweetness.

They spoke, a little shy:

"I want your hands to dance, I want your pen to be art, I want your life to be up to you."

——Like the encounter between night and light, yin and yang, water and fire, the two pens rotate, jump and fly around.Black and white are interspersed and alternated, converged vertically and horizontally, parallel and overlapped.

Ji Yu threw them into the air again.

"Ding."

When the time came, the pen was held back in his palm again.

Psers began to cheer, applaud, and admire.

Turn two pens with one hand, not without Pser trying.

But U is the first one that can be so smooth and entertaining without compromising the difficulty.

Unless Bred and Goo in the back can perform three pens with one hand, it will be a bit difficult to make a comeback.

After stepping down, Lao Zhu was too excited to speak.

He held Ji Yu's hand tightly.

"Are you—how do you have such long hands?"

Ji Yu was still a little slow.

Originally, he estimated that there might be two pen drop cases.

But he didn't drop.

He actually performed supernormally.

"You're not an original trick anymore, it's an original bo (combo move), Ayu, what's its name."

"It's called—"

Ji Yu didn't think about the name of the move, so he tilted his head.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a man with a black mask and black frame covering himself like a cultured criminal walking over.

Oh, and he didn't cover it, he didn't wear a hat, and his silver-gray hair was very high-profile.

Where did Sha Matt come from.

Ji Yu smiled.

He and Sha Matt looked at each other, and answered slowly:

"The name of this move is Chasing Waves."

It seems to be talking to Lao Zhu, and it is also like talking to him.

And Sha Matt also raised his eyebrows, stood beside him, and embraced his shoulders as warmly as when he accompanied him to participate in the national competition at the age of 18.

The words that fell on Ji Yu's ears were still so familiar to Qian Bian.

"God, awesome."