Top-notch little vampire blows up

Tang Jiyuan's clothes are much more refined than those of everyone else in the same group. The reason is that he is the C position on the stage, and not only will he have his own solo clips, but he will also get the most shots.

On the contrary, Qiao Zhu, in order not to hinder other people, Qiao Zhu, who had just memorized the movements, arranged all his moves at the end, in order to let others cover him, so as not to make mistakes when he jumps. Too abrupt to be seen by the audience.

Qiao Zhu felt that this was very good, and even wished that if there was a chance to perform on stage later, he would do it like this.

After watching their rehearsal, the stage director gave the same evaluation: "Tang Jiyuan performed very well. It is good for the others to maintain this state, and then Qiao Zhu...Qiao Zhu also maintained it. When the official performance comes, he will be responsible for hiding himself. good."

It was almost dawn after the rehearsal, and it was announced that there was no need to rehearse again. Everyone was relieved, with relaxed smiles on their faces.

Only Tang Jiyuan had a sullen face, as if he was still very unhappy, so that no one else dared to approach him and talk to him.

The selection manager ordered them to put away their costumes and put them in the lounge, and come back tomorrow afternoon to change their stage costumes, do makeup and hair, and record the first performance.The contestants left in groups, yawning and walking back to the dormitory slowly against the cold wind.

The sky was turning white, and there was no sister standing guard outside.

Walking back along the way, Qiao Zhu and Tang Jiyuan were next to each other almost the whole time, and the others seemed to be separated from them by a certain distance.

Qiao Zhu saw that Tang Jiyuan didn't seem very happy all the time, and couldn't help asking him after holding back all the time: "You don't seem to be very happy..."

Tang Jiyuan gritted his teeth and stared at him: "You did too badly, train me well later."

Qiao Zhu: "Huh???"

Are the requirements so high, Mr. Tang!

·

I went back to the dormitory and took a nap, and Saturday afternoon came soon.

Qiao Zhu set the alarm clock for one o'clock in the afternoon, and hurried to the training room for training as soon as he woke up.

He had never been so nervous before, afraid of forgetting to move, afraid of disappointing the audience watching the performance, afraid of dragging Tang Jiyuan back...

With these messy thoughts in his mind, he didn't feel his mind calm down until he started playing songs on the stereo in the training room and closed his eyes.

Over the past few days, he kept practicing the movements repeatedly, and even the most clumsy people have formed muscle memory. At the point where the human voice entered, Qiao Zhu hummed softly with his eyes closed, raised his hand, turned around, bent over, kicked... The movements are smooth and smooth, even if they are not perfect, they are carried out in a well-regulated manner.

It wasn't until the whole song was played, and after finishing the ending part where he knelt on one knee and bowed his head, that Qiao Zhu felt tired slowly.

He reached out and wiped his forehead, only to realize that he was already dripping with sweat and couldn't stop his panting.

"Very good, wait until the next stage to maintain this state."

Tang Jiyuan's voice was deep and elegant, coming from behind.

Qiao Zhu was so tired that he took a deep breath, turned his head suddenly, and saw Tang Jiyuan walking in from the door of the training room.

He was panting and speechless, watching Tang Jiyuan walking towards him step by step.

Just as Qiao Zhu was about to speak, his face suddenly changed.

He smelled the fragrance of Tang Jiyuan's body again, which was so rich and strong that it almost occupied his whole mind. He stared straight at Tang Jiyuan, his eyes locked on the other's slender neck.

so tired...so hungry...

Qiao Zhu smelled the fragrance that almost filled the entire training room, and he had nowhere to hide.

Tang Jiyuan walked towards Qiao Zhu, and said as he walked, "Don't squat when you're tired, stand up—"

There was a sudden pause in his voice, and his pace quickened a little. When he walked in front of Qiao Zhu, he turned his head and glanced at the camera installed in the training room.

The lens should not be turned on.

Tang Jiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed Qiao Zhu's arm, lifted him up, hugged him in his arms, and said in a low voice that only they could hear each other: "Is it invalid...?"

Qiao Zhu's body was a little smaller than his, and his frame was like that of a young boy who hadn't grown up yet. He looked very light. Tang Jiyuan didn't use much force, as if he could easily lift him up.

Now Qiao Zhuwo was panting in his arms, her hands slightly curled up on his clothes, not daring to use force.

Tang Jiyuan spread his fingers, and saw sharp nails protruding out again, which were so sharp that they had an attack power that cannot be underestimated, and Qiao Zhu's pupils were also dyed scarlet, which looked coquettish and strange.

His whole body was weak, his eyes widened in vain, he gritted his teeth and resisted the instinctive impulse with weak willpower, and made a weak intermittent sound from his throat, like a little wild animal whimpering.

Tang Jiyuan couldn't explain the strange feeling in his heart. He should ask Qiao Zhu to try to control himself again, but hearing his voice, he felt sorry for him for no reason, and couldn't bear to torture him.

He couldn't explain this weird thought to himself, he could only tell himself that it was because the performance was about to take place, and he didn't want to wait for someone to notice and cause trouble.

Tang Jiyuan bit his finger, and after the blood oozed from the fingertip, he put his finger between Qiao Zhu's lips and said in a low voice, "Open your mouth."

Immediately afterwards, Tang Jiyuan felt a strange warmth coming from his fingertips——Qiao Zhu held his fingers in his mouth, and then licked them lightly with his wet and hot tongue, itching like a feather on the tip of his heart.

Tang Jiyuan froze, and it took a few seconds for him to come back to his senses. He yanked his finger away suddenly, and said in an exasperated tone, "Did I let you lick it?"

Qiao Zhuwo gasped in his arms and didn't recover, and replied in a dazed and nasal whisper: "But...but if you don't lick it clean...it's a waste..."

Tang Jiyuan gritted his teeth: "Remember to write me an IOU!"

·

When Qiao Zhu followed Tang Jiyuan back to the backstage of the studio, he still hadn't recovered from what happened just now.

Tang Jiyuan seems to be angry... Well, he is indeed angry. The low air pressure spreads every inch he walks, and everyone who sees him wanting to say hello will see his expression and immediately back away three feet in silence to avoid being caught. anger.

Only Qiao Zhu followed Tang Jiyuan obediently with his neck shrunken, not daring to talk to him...and not daring to stay away from him.

Qiao Zhu was wronged, and it wasn't that he couldn't control it on purpose, he also really wanted to restrain his instinctive impulse...

Only Tang Jiyuan couldn't tell what he was angry about, and Qiao Zhu didn't seem to notice anything wrong - how could he lick other people's fingers casually! ?

Tang Jiyuan couldn't tell who he was angry with, so he walked all the way to the door of their lounge with a sullen face, and opened the door sullenly.

Several teammates changed clothes and did makeup and hair one after another, almost startled by Tang Jiyuan's low pressure.

Fortunately, Tang Jiyuan only directed his anger at one person, and turned to look at Qiao Zhu: "Hurry up and change your clothes."

Qiao Zhu hurriedly ran to get his clothes, and ran into the dressing room with the big pile of clothes.

It took a lot of time yesterday to figure out how to wear this dress, but today I am much more familiar with it.

However, when Qiao Zhu put on the inner lining and was about to put on the coat, the movement suddenly stopped——

The sleeves of his clothes were violently cut open by someone, thread ends emerged from the gaps, and a large piece of fabric on the entire sleeves disappeared!