"Huh?"
Early in the morning, Qi Xingchen was still in a daze. As soon as he got into the car, he was woken up by An Ran's shout. He took a sip of milk and complained, "What happened, sister An Ran?"
"Why are you wearing a collared shirt?" An Ran asked curiously. "It's almost 30 degrees today. Aren't you afraid of the heat? Isn't it inconvenient to dance? "
Qi Xingchen was speechless.
He touched the back of his neck as if to cover it up. "I forgot to turn off the air conditioner last night. My neck is a little cold. I'm wearing a collared shirt today."
"Oh my god, did you catch a cold?" An Ran looked worried. "Let me take a look."
The two of them had been together for a long time. To An Ran, Qi Xingchen was no different from a younger brother. She reached out to touch the back of his neck.
Qi Xingchen hurriedly stopped her. "No, no, it's not a big problem."
"Really?"
"Really, I'll definitely tell you if there's a problem."
"Okay." An Ran reluctantly returned to her seat. An Ran returned to her seat.
After the crisis was resolved, Qi Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes to catch up on sleep. However, when he arrived at the practice room, he received another soul interrogation from the five little chicks. "Little Teacher Qi, your shirt is so handsome. Don't you feel hot wearing it?"
Qi Xingchen said perfunctorily, "This is just a style. On the stage, there are many people wearing mink fur in summer and shorts in winter. I'm the same."
Oh, that's right! The chicks were dumbfounded and were easily fooled by him.
Qi Xingchen secretly rejoiced and organized everyone to warm up.
Halfway through the warm-up, Xie Yuan suddenly said, "By the way, Little Teacher Qi, we found a problem last night."
"What?"
"After returning to the dormitory, I asked the other trainees." Xie Yuan paused. "Teacher Wei's group took the same route as ours. They also took the dance route."
Qi Xingchen nodded. He was not surprised. Wei Qin's dancing skills were stronger than his vocal skills, so he naturally had to focus on dancing.
"Have you heard the song by Group 3?" Wei Qin was in Group 3. Qi Xingchen asked.
"No, they set the tone yesterday and rearranged the song today."
Yang Yueyin interjected, "It's equivalent to being half a day later than us."
Meng Meng: "That's right. As far as I know, our team is the fastest. "
Hearing this, the others could not help but look at Qi Xingchen. If it wasn't for him swiftly and decisively deciding on the direction of the rearrangement, they wouldn't have been able to snatch half a day's time.
Half a day might seem short, but in a total preparation time of less than six days, many problems could be solved.
Unfortunately, Qi Xingchen did not notice the gratitude and admiration in their eyes. He was thinking about how to avoid Wei Qin.
If they performed the same type of song and dance, especially if they were the third group and the fourth group, the audience would inevitably compare the two groups.
Once the comparison was made, their team would definitely have no chance of winning.
After all, based on the number of fans on Weibo alone, Wei Qin's popularity was more than double his. Not to mention, Wei Qin came from a talent show and had a lot of practical experience.
Beating him would be like beating an ant.
He could only win by surprise.
Qi Xingchen thought about it and gathered the team members. He deliberated and said, "I want to change the dance moves for the interlude …"
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After hearing Qi Xingchen's suggestion, all the team members raised their hands in agreement. Therefore, after spending ten minutes making some adjustments, the team continued to immerse themselves in training.
At noon, Qi Xingchen was debating whether to have lunch with Bai Ye or eat with the team members. Before he could decide, Bai Ye sent a message: [What do you want to eat for lunch?]
Qi Xingchen asked back: [What do you want to eat?]
Bo: [I'll listen to you.]
Qi Xingchen remembered last night and was a little annoyed. He said in a huff: [I want to eat with the team members.]
However, three seconds later, he regretted it.
What if Bai Ye believed him and didn't want to eat with him?
He threw away the tissue that he was using to wipe his sweat and hurriedly wanted to delete the message.
Then, two more messages appeared on the screen.
Bo: [Okay.]
Bo: [I got it.]
Qi Xingchen: "???"
… What's so good about it?! What do you know?!
I'm so pissed off! I'm so pissed off!!
Lu Xun once said that the blisters on the soles of his feet were made by himself. He was right. Qi Xingchen regretted his huff just now. Why did he say that he didn't want to eat with Bai Ye?
It was already the second last round of the competition. The show would end soon and he would have to go his separate ways with Bai Ye.
By then, with Bai Ye's mountain of work, they might not be able to see each other for a long time.
It was not easy to see each other, so they had to cherish each other.
He was so annoyed that he lost his appetite. He silently returned to the mirror and prepared to think about eating in half an hour.
But before he could play the music, there was a knock on the door of the practice room. Bai Ye's pleasant low voice sounded. "Can we come in?"
Us?
How many people?
Could it be that the program team was here to film?
The trainees quickly tidied up their appearance and asked Qi Xingchen with their eyes.
Qi Xingchen was expressionless. "Okay, come in."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open. Bai Ye led the way into the practice room, followed by … a string of five trainees.
They were all from Team One, Bai Ye's team members.
Qi Xingchen glanced outside the door and didn't see any trace of the cameraman.
He wondered, "Where's the cameraman?"
Bai Ye was stunned. "Why are you looking for him?"
"… You're not here to film?"
After saying a few words, Bai Ye realized that the little fan had misunderstood.
He was curious as to why the little fan's brain circuit had turned in a completely different direction. At the same time, he called out to the trainees of Team Four. "Stop practicing when you're almost done. I'll treat you to a meal."
"Really? Really?? Oh, oh, oh, oh — "The practice room was instantly filled with screams!
Who was Bai Ye? He was the pinnacle of all artists and trainees who walked the path of singing and dancing looked up to.
Would they be happy to have a chance to be in close contact with the pinnacle?
Nonsense! Of course they would be happy!!!
Qi Xingchen was a little confused. Before he could react, he was pushed out of the practice room by Xie Yuan and the others.
The cameraman stationed in Team Four's practice room saw that there was material and jogged all the way to the back.
Not long after, Qi Xingchen came back to his senses. He stepped to Bai Ye's side and subconsciously grabbed his arm. "The trainees are all training in isolation. How can we bring them out?"
"I've already told the program team."
"Will the program team agree?"
"They have to agree even if they don't. Also … "Bai Ye raised his eyebrows at the two cameramen behind him." They can also get benefits. "
Qi Xingchen belatedly realized that not only was there a group of brats around him, there were also two surveillance cameras. He resentfully let go of Bai Ye's arm.
The next moment, Bai Ye seemed to sense his disappointment and gently put his elbow on his shoulder.
They looked like ordinary high school students who liked to put their arms around each other's shoulders because they were close.
However, everyone knew that Bai Ye had never shown this level of intimacy to anyone except for acting. At least in front of the camera.
The ten trainees exchanged glances and instantly became a family.
Seeing that there was material here, the cameraman on the left ran over. "Mr. Bai, do you usually hug Mr. Qi like this?"
Seeing the black camera, Qi Xingchen shook his shoulder, trying to shake off Bai Ye's arm.
He was afraid that someone would see through him.
However, Bai Ye's elbow pressed down and firmly stuck to his shoulder. He said calmly, "Not often. We communicate face to face more often."
Qi Xingchen couldn't help but think of their nightly practice … Indeed, face to face "communication" was more common.
His ears burned uncontrollably.
The cameraman asked a few more questions about them, and Bai Ye answered flawlessly. After a while, they arrived at the parking lot. Bai Ye organized the trainees and got on the program team's minibus one by one.
Qi Xingchen was the second last to get on. There were no more seats behind him, so he sat in the second row.
Bai Ye was the last to get on, so he naturally sat next to him.
After the cameraman finished filming their movements, he went to the back row for follow-up. When the minibus started, Qi Xingchen hurriedly lowered his voice and asked in confusion, "Why do you suddenly want to treat the trainees to a meal?"
Bai Ye looked at him. "I don't want to treat the trainees to a meal."
"Then why did you pull so many people out and ask the program team to borrow the minibus? Do you have a script? "
"What script …" Bai Ye sighed and said helplessly, "I want to treat you to a meal."
After a pause, he softly spat out a sentence as if venting, "Idiot."
The idiot Qi Xingchen still didn't quite understand. If it wasn't for the variety effect, what was the purpose of pulling the trainees out with great fanfare?
Bai Ye looked at his little face full of question marks and explained patiently, "You want to eat with the trainees, and I want to eat with you, so I can only bring everyone."
… It turned out that he was paying for his own anger. Qi Xingchen listened and rubbed the tip of his nose in shame.
Whether it was for Bai Ye's own eating habits or to satisfy the trainees, Bai Ye had to treat them to a good meal.
A good meal for more than ten people would cost a lot of money!
Qi Xingchen was extremely distressed and ashamed. He secretly swore an oath.
"I will never say angry words again!"
Bai Ye didn't know what he was thinking. He took out his headphones, gave one to him and the other to himself, and listened to the music quietly.
Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the restaurant. Qi Xingchen looked at the words "Japanese Style Barbecue" and shed tears of poverty.
In the morning, Bai Ye had reserved seats in advance. It was a big private room. There were two tables in the private room, one big and one small. The small table could seat four people, and the big table was longer and could seat about fourteen people.
The cameraman didn't eat at noon. Bai Ye invited them to eat together, so they sat at the small table. Bai Ye, Qi Xingchen, and the trainees sat at the big table.
This barbecue restaurant used the most traditional small charcoal stove. There were a total of four stoves on the long table. After ordering, Wagyu, Snowflake Beef, and Frost Beef were served like flowing water.
Qi Xingchen looked at the Wagyu that had six grains per plate and cost 398 yuan. His heart was bleeding.
The trainees who knew how to barbecue acted as waiters. Under their patient barbecue, the fragrance of the Wagyu filled the private room. In order to thank the host, the trainees picked up the best piece of meat and placed it on Bai Ye's plate. "Teacher Bai, thank you for treating us to barbecue."
"You're welcome." Bai Ye calmly transferred the meat to Qi Xingchen. "Order whatever you want from the waiters. You're welcome."
Everyone looked at his actions, smacked their lips, and thanked him all at once.
Qi Xingchen was heated by the "tsk tsk" and touched the tip of his ear.
The age of ten to twenty years old was the age when they could eat a lot. The young men hadn't eaten meat for a long time. Seeing that the meat was almost cooked, they buried their heads and began to eat heartily.
Qi Xingchen listened to the sound of them chewing and his mind was full of: They are eating Bai Ye's money, they are eating Bai Ye's money, they are eating Bai Ye's money.
The meat in his bowl was no longer fragrant.
Bai Ye had never had a good appetite. Seeing him poking at the meat with his chopsticks, he frowned. "You don't like to eat?"
"… No, I'm not that hungry."
Bai Ye recalled the feeling of being able to hug his waist with one hand last night, and the pain of his shoulder blade just now. He said seriously, "Eat more even if you're not hungry. You're too thin."
Qi Xingchen said, "A piece of meat costs more than 60 yuan."
Bai Ye: "…"
He pinched the space between his eyebrows. "If you don't like it, I'll feed you myself."
Qi Xingchen's face suddenly turned red.
He really wanted Bai Ye to feed him.
However, he only dared to think about it. There were so many people present. If Bai Ye really fed him, he was afraid that he would die in minutes.
Under Bai Ye's "despotic power," Qi Xingchen symbolically ate a few pieces of meat and half a lemon saury.
Halfway through the meal, there was food in their stomachs. The trainees couldn't hold back their lively temperament. One after another, they chased each other, hit each other, and ran away. It was a mess.
Bai Ye liked the quiet and didn't want to listen to their noise. Seeing that the cameraman had finished his meal and was about to film the trainees, he silently moved to the small table.
While he was at it, he lifted the young fan by the collar and brought him over.
He asked the waiter to add a few more plates of meat and vegetables.
Qi Xingchen quickly stopped him. "I think everyone is almost full. Why are you ordering food?"
"For you to eat."
Qi Xingchen: "I'm full!"
Bai Ye didn't bother to answer. He glanced at the young fan the whole time. How could he not know how much the young fan ate and whether he was full?
He lowered his eyes and observed the charcoal stove. When the dishes were served, he used a pair of tongs to pick up the prawns and meat and put them on the grate. His movements were not practiced.
Qi Xingchen watched for a while before he realized that Bai Ye was roasting the meat.
… Young Master Bai, who was used to being served since he was young, was actually roasting meat for him!
"No need, no need. I'll do it myself. I can roast it myself!" He quickly stopped Young Master Bai.
Bai Ye said lightly, "Sit down obediently. I'll roast it for you."
Qi Xingchen: "I …"
Bai Ye lifted his eyelids and stopped him with his gaze. Qi Xingchen had no choice but to wait obediently.
Fortunately, roasting meat was not difficult to cook. Bai Ye's completion rate was not bad. He picked up a baked prawn with cheese. After careful observation, it should be cooked. He removed the head and skin and handed it to Qi Xingchen's mouth.
Qi Xingchen: "!!!"
'He, he, he … He actually fed me!'
"Someone, someone's watching." Qi Xingchen stuttered. "Put it down."
Qi Xingchen's back was facing the long table while Bai Ye was facing it. Therefore, Bai Ye could see the trainees' situation. He did not move his hands. "Eat. It's okay. No one's watching."
Regardless of whether anyone was watching or not, this stalemate would attract more attention. Qi Xingchen gritted his teeth and swallowed the whole prawn.
Then, to prevent himself from being fed again, Qi Xingchen obediently filled his stomach.
Bai Ye finally showed a satisfied expression. After watching him wipe his mouth, he smiled faintly. "Why is your face so red?"
"… It's too hot in the room. I'm roasting it."
"By the way, I haven't asked you." Bai Ye seemed to have thought of something. "It's so hot today. Don't you feel hot wearing a collared shirt?"
Qi Xingchen's face was so red that it was about to bleed.
"It's all because of you …" he said awkwardly. "You kissed my neck last night and accidentally left a red mark."
Bai Ye was stunned for a moment. He reached out and pulled his collar open. Sure enough, on the left side of the fan's neck, there was a faint mark of a strawberry.
He kissed it last night when he was aroused, but he did not use too much force.
The fan's skin was too white and tender. It was easy to leave a mark if he touched it.
For example, he had pinched the fan's waist two days ago. In the end, he accidentally found that there were finger marks on the side of the fan's waist when they were dancing.
… What kind of body was this?
Bai Ye let go of his hand and fixed his collar. Seeing the fan's complaining face, he apologized in a low voice. "I was wrong. I won't kiss your neck next time."
Qi Xingchen's black face was full of question marks.
What the hell? Not kissing the neck?
A collared shirt was not that expensive. It was not like he could not afford it!
Bai Ye could not guess what he was thinking. He changed his way of coaxing him. "When we get in the car, I'll rub it for you. Try to rub it open."
… Enough, really enough. Qi Xingchen fell into deep despair.
It seemed that he had to fight for it himself. He pursed his lips and struggled for a few seconds. Then, he mustered his courage and said, "Brother Ye, it seems like some charcoal flew into my eyes. It hurts. Help me take a look."
Bai Ye stood up with both hands on the table and quickly bent over to take a look.
However, before he could find out what was wrong with the fan's eyes, he suddenly felt a wet sensation in his Adam's apple and a slight tingling pain.
Qi Xingchen raised his chin and quickly bit his Adam's apple. "Okay, we're even!"
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