Top-notch little vampire blows up

Qiao Zhu watched Tang Jiyuan walking towards him, and felt sore and swollen for some reason. He was afraid to look directly at Tang Jiyuan, not because of fear, but because of reasons he couldn't understand...

"Hey, stand up."

Tang Jiyuan's cold voice dragged him out of the state where the deer was bumping into his heart without knowing it.

"Ah? Oh..."

Qiao Zhu, who wanted to shrink into a ball, stood up quickly.

Tang Jiyuan said: "Qi Wu in the chorus part, your movements are not neat, first you can help you dig your upper body, you can practice."

Qiao Zhu hurriedly nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Tang Jiyuan stopped talking, stood directly behind him, and then reached out from behind to grab Qiao Zhu's wrists.

Qiao Zhu swallowed: "...it feels weird."

"Don't talk nonsense, look in the mirror." Brother Tang was very cold, making Qiao Zhu feel that he was thinking too much...

But like him, there are fans in the live broadcast room who are thinking too much, and they are eagerly calling for the cameraman at this time.

"Brother Photographer! Can you zoom in on the camera!"

"Brother! Give the two of them an exclusive seat and let us see, okay?"

"I can pay! Please!"

The cameraman looked at the barrage, then glanced at the players on the other side who were practicing, and after hesitating for a while, he turned the camera in the direction of Qiao Zhu and the others... Well, if there are more viewers on the live broadcast, he can get more points As for the commission, I was scolded by the leader for not getting the bonus at noon, so I can always make it up this time, right?

Tang Jiyuan keenly noticed the turning of the camera lens, but he took a glance and ignored it, while Qiao Zhu was nervous and at a loss, and awkwardly let Tang Jiyuan pull his wrist like a stiff puppet, and he didn't notice anything else. The place.

"Make a wave here." Tang Jiyuan said, straightening Qiao Zhu's hands, pinching the wrist of his right hand and lifting it up.

Qiao Zhu stammered: "What, what?"

Tang Jiyuan twitched the corner of his mouth: "How did you get in here?"

A live camera was set up in the training room, and the players were naturally wearing mics. Qiao Zhu shrank his neck and did not dare to speak.

But immediately after, Tang Jiyuan pinched the back of his neck, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Straighten your neck, stretch your limbs, don't shrink them, it's ugly."

Qiao Zhu stiffened even more, and began to stammer crazily: "You, you, you, let go, let go!"

"what?"

Qiao Zhu wanted to cry but had no tears: "...itches."

And weird.

How can a man touch the back of his neck casually!

Tang Jiyuan still moved his hand away, supported his arm again, and said, "I'll take you to make a wave, so you can feel how your body undulates."

Qiao Zhu nodded quickly.

Tang Jiyuan was half a head taller than him, and when he lowered his head, he could see a head of soft and thick black hair, and even a few unruly strands of hair curled up cutely everywhere.

And when he looked up in the mirror, he could see that Qiao Zhu's cheeks were flushed and his eyes were full of tears. He seemed to be born with a baby face, his whole head looked round, and his young teeth were adorable.

Qiao Zhu was also looking at the mirror, and when he accidentally looked at Tang Jiyuan in the mirror, he immediately dodged his eyes in a panic like a rat with fried fur.

...It's so fun, it makes people want to tease him.

Tang Jiyuan grabbed Qiao Zhu's slender wrist, pulled his arm up and down, and said suddenly: "Relax, you are too nervous."

Qiao Zhu stumbled: "I, I, I, I'm relaxing..."

So stiff that he couldn't even teach radio gymnastics, Tang Jiyuan simply let go, took a step back, and said, "Go to the bathroom."

Qiao Zhu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and just wanted to move back to a corner and shut himself up.

Tang Jiyuan grabbed his arm.

"I mean, you go with me."

"Huh?" If Qiao Zhu looked in the mirror, he should know how silly his expression looked at this moment.

Tang Jiyuan didn't give him time to hesitate and refuse, and with a light tug on his hand, Qiao Zhu staggered and staggered out of the dance studio.

In the live broadcast room, the fans were wailing in the barrage, booing and shouting to the photographer: "Brother photographer! Follow me!" Willing to pay T^T Tang Jiyuan, let me take some medicine, okay..."

The cameraman was watching the bullet screen with his mobile phone, and then said slowly, "No, you can't take pictures in the bathroom, and if you follow me, I will be deducted from my salary again."

Fans: Thank you, I am heartbroken.