The Idol Group and the Crown

Bo Jue finished class one and a half minutes ahead of schedule.

He knew that when the bell rang in the last class in the morning, a group of bear cubs in this building would rush to grab a meal.

... there are enough witnesses today.

Professor Xiao Bo hurriedly dragged President Long to the underground parking lot, and the latter followed slowly in a good mood.

"Go drink bamboo fungus soup? Or go to the porridge shop you like?"

Bo Jue almost tucked him into the driver's seat, rubbing his forehead and sighed.

"Swing like this, you are really not afraid of being seen."

Long Ji started the engine sideways and gave him a second look.

"Being seen, then?"

"What then?" Bo Ju subconsciously said: "Do you think this is good?"

"I'll pick you up once, and these students will naturally make a fuss."

The man hurriedly turned the steering wheel and handed him a box of sweet peaches that had not been cut long.

"Come to pick it up every day, so it won't be taken seriously."

Bo Jue held the crisper for a while and couldn't see whether he was really confused or smart.

They are still staring at the paparazzi, which is normal.

The paparazzi are all smelling flies, and they can't wait to cash in and exchange all the messages of a focused person from birth to old death.

Whether before or after Chi Chi left, the world has not changed.

People argue, complain, and forget.

Now the only thing that really changed is the two of them.

If the love affair is exposed, Shidu Conservatory of Music may not have much reaction.

In another year and a half, national homosexual marriages will be legalized, ordinary people will not have much resistance to come out, and public figures still need more understanding.

But they are no longer an idol that needs to be responsible to any fans.

Bo Jue lowered his head holding the crisper for a while, and finally found a milder reason for refusal.

"We haven't communicated yet, don't have to pick it up every day."

It's still a messy ex-boyfriend and first love relationship.

"It's me who is chasing you unilaterally." The man motioned him to feed himself a piece: "Professor Xiaobo, give him a face."

Bo Jue thought that this guy was not like this before.

He inexplicably fed a piece of peach, and took a paper towel to fear that he would stain Long Ji's suit.

"Delicious." Long Sui squinted and smiled.

When he was on the 17th floor, Long Ji transformed both active and passive into Bo Ju's free choice.

He understands that Bo Jue has to take care of his three younger brothers at all times, hold too much to miss and get close, and finally give up because of a kiss.

Bo Jue always has too many concerns in mind. Now he changes roles and becomes a specially appointed professor, unconsciously reducing a lot of anxiety.

"I'm not used to you." He lowered his head and touched the edge of the container with his fingertips. "It's not annoying, just don't know how to react."

It seems that the shackles have all been removed, and it still seems to remain imprisoned.

Long Ji was silent for a few seconds and looked at him again.

"Thin Ju."

"what?"

"I used to think that if you like you, you should leave all your choices so that you can feel free at any time."

The red light turned green, and Long Ji turned the steering wheel to the left, wondering whether he was observing the road or masking his emotions.

"Long after breaking up, I suddenly realized something."

"Sometimes we evade choices, just to avoid unknown results."

"But there are many things. If I choose for you, I will bear the cost of these choices. It is also protecting me and your future."

Bo Ju looked at Long Ji in astonishment. The two stared at each other for a second, and his heart seemed to be opened at the same time.

He opened his mouth to say something, but frowned and pondered his lips, and it took a long time to whisper.

"I did not do well enough."

Long Jia rubbed his hair with a smile.

"How can I blame you."

The lunch location was selected in an old soup restaurant.

The store is not too big, it is a fireworks alley, but the pork belly chicken soup boiled in the casserole is a must, and the taste of the pigeon pot is quite good.

After worrying about it, my appetite has improved a lot.

Two or three plates of refreshing side dishes, combined with greasy and skimmed milk-flavored chicken soup, tastes nourishing and comfortable at the end of spring.

Bo Jue narrowed his eyes to drink the soup, and Long Ji looked at him with his chin in a good mood.

It wasn't until this meal was about to end that I remembered that there was a friend's business.

"Sister Feng is going to the United States for a concert in the next show, and there is no substitute tutor."

"Do you want to think about it?"

Bo Jue reiterated his position slowly and reasonably: "I'm going to give face to face."

"Of course." Long Ji laughed: "Xie Rianyun asked me to ask you, the appearance fee depends on years of friendship, can you make a 30% discount."

Bo Juliang gave him a cool look.

"I'll deduct more money for green rice porridge, don't think about it."

President Long gently bowed his head: "Professor Bo is diligent and frugal at home, especially for me."

Tangguan is 1.5 kilometers away from the high-end residential area where Boju resides.

They ordered the driver to come over and pick up the car, walk side by side together, and slowly walk home.

This is a very strange and luxurious experience.

Walking back all the way, many passersby recognized the two of them as they came out and secretly took photos without even saying hello.

Bo Jiu first did not worry about anything at all, so he leaned back on Long Ji and walked back, chatting with him about the trivial topic.

He was once again led to be exposed in this world.

If you take one step further, your inner panic will settle.

Not hidden under the cover of the school, no longer hidden in the identity of Professor Bo.

Open and relaxed breathing fresh air, watching butterfly dogs walking down the street, want to stop and look at the small objects in the window at any time.

He used to dare to shop wildly abroad.

Now I really hold paper money and buy some peach crisp chicken cakes from the grandpa's pastry shop.

There are still many people watching them.

Whispering, asking curiously, or rushing over to ask for a group photo for signature.

But those people will get used to it.

This world will be used to it.

Long Ji walked with him quite gentlely all the way, refrained from holding his hand publicly, and then said goodbye at the door of the apartment.

"You today... are indeed very reasonable suitors." Bo Jue slowly commented before unscrewing the key.

He has never been resistant to his first love, and if Long Ji hopes to do something now, he may not refuse.

Walking together for a while can ignite feelings, it seems a bit shameful.

Long Ji smiled and leaned close to him.

They haven't kissed in a long time.

This second is getting closer and closer, like a period that is about to end perfectly after an appointment.

The tip of the nose is approaching the tip of the nose, gently breathing on the cheek.

Bo Jue has never been so close to anyone at the door.

His heart was beating fast as if he was breaking the ban for many years, and adrenaline was rising rapidly because of his sense of crime.

But he still raised his head honestly.

But I didn't get there.

The moment he leaned over, Long Ji moved back an inch.

Bo Ju subconsciously moved forward a little bit, but the other party still moved back slightly, seductively.

The kiss that was close but untouchable suddenly tickled him.

He asked and called the man to kiss him with his eyes, but Long Ji raised his hand to help him straighten his long hair, and there was a smile in the end.

"I'm going to be assigned to go abroad for two months, and I will return after finishing the project."

I want you to think about me.

Every day I want to kiss me every second.

Bo Jue took a deep breath for several seconds, trying to cover up his exposed feelings.

"Watch your body and drink less coffee."

He controlled his tone easily and casually, still thinking about the kiss he didn't get.

"Blade over there... I'll call you back later."

Long Ji looked down at him and kept silent.

Don't look away, Bo Jue unscrewed the key and stood at the door for a while.

"Really... don't kiss."

The man shook his head like a gentle beast.

Bo Jue didn't expect how he would get to this point when he went out for a meal today. There was an embarrassment when asked.

He was still longing for the kiss he didn't get just now.

"...What about the hug?"

The next second, he was suddenly hugged into his arms.

There was a moment of weightlessness in the body. This hug was so strong that it was accepted and imprisoned, with a long-pressed desire.

"Do you feel it now," the man whispered in Bo Jue's ear: "Every day, I am like you are now."

"I want to see you every day, I want to hold you like you do now, I want to kiss you non-stop, I want to make love with you in bed all night, I want to go crazy."

"Bo Ju, we have broken up for so long, you don't even know how much I'm suffering till now."

Bo Jue was suddenly immersed in the arms of the ambergris smell, the warm breath in his ears was full of blazing extreme emotions, and he was at a loss for a moment.

"Longji..."

"I owe you a kiss. I owe you two months first." Long Ji leaned over and rubbed his ears with the tip of his nose, and his voice was disturbed by the breath to a fuzzy and lingering voice.

"You owe me eight hundred and forty-seven days after breaking up."

"Day and night, every minute and every second."

"You are not finished."

Bo Jujue realized that the man didn't know when to change the perfume. He let him rub himself against his cheek for a while, then sighed.

"Forget it, call the driver."

Long Ji was rarely arrogant, and suddenly he was a little vigilant.

"What do you call the driver?"

Bo Ju turned around and withdrew the key, and the door was closed again.

Then he touched his face like a big lion.

"Go to a church and get engaged, so you don't worry about it all day long."

In fact, they have been rusty for nearly three years. They are neither familiar with each other's lives now, nor have they confirmed each other's changes.

Memories stayed three years ago, and they haven't been updated much since the breakup.

The sudden engagement is really impulsive and risky now, unlike Bo Jue who would consider even a second's choice.

Long Ji suspected that he was stupid by himself.

"It's pretty good to wear an engagement ring on the middle finger." Bo Ju thought for a moment: "Buy a sapphire, don't set it with broken diamonds."

Long Ji looked at him fixedly.

"Are you kidding?"

Bo Juliang coolly asked: "Do you want me to repent now?"

The man grabbed his wrist and walked back, jumping briskly.

He kissed the back of his hand loudly.

-2-

Considering the need for nutritional supplements and rest, the company obliged to arrange fruit time for half an hour every day.

The competition is too fierce. I'm afraid that some kids will steal their dancing all night to give their lives here.

Although this is very similar to arranging regular meals for kindergarten children, it also counts as a justified reason for the boys to relax.

Mango dragon fruit grapefruit is everything, you have to rest for half an hour in the cafeteria before going out.

Everyone sat around several tables with their peels peeled off and chatted as they ate and ate.

One of the most common topics is ‘Why do you want to come to this show’.

There are a lot of music dreams, and there are a lot of strange reasons-

Needless to say, like the practice of Fu Xizhi next year for many years, Shi Jianian Han Yang Bo Huan is a professional counterpart. At this time, he is eating and listening to others spitting stories.

Bo Huan was delayed for ten minutes because of his video call with his brother. When he came over, the mango had been divided and only other fruits were on the table.

He lay beside Gu Shaochu and looked around for a few times, interested in disappointment.

"Oh, which department is Yuanqing?"

"Mechanical Engineering," Chen Yuanqing smiled lightly: "It doesn't look like it, does it?"

When he first appeared, Chen Yuanqing was wearing a Han suit that was very different from the others. Now he puts on a modern-style short dress, and he still looks like Qingjun.

He can play bamboo flute and fan dance, which is indeed different from everyone's style of painting.

Zhu Xizhi played with his bamboo fan for a while, and fanned everyone.

Summer is coming, it is really convenient to bring one with you.

"Yuan Qing feels quite suitable to be a trainee," Fu said with a smile next year: "The demeanor is good, and also has a dance foundation. It can also add a lot of special feelings to the stage.

"Actually," Chen Yuanqing thought for a while, but still said it truthfully: "This time to participate in the program, it is to help friends come to work."

"Top shift?"

"The roommates in the university wanted to be famous as a star. It was a week later before they entered the hospital. They asked me to go to the company and talk to the program team."

"--Eh!!!"

It happened that the assistant director was also on the scene, and he found that he was different from the others in dress and dress, so he persuaded him to try in the group after the interview.

Then there was a shocking all the way here, the popularity remained high.

"Then your roommate will be angry." Bo Huan worried.

"No, he fell in love with the bed next door when he was hospitalized, and said that he would invite me to dinner." Chen Yuanqing said with a smile: "It's also considered my luck."

Gu Shaochu glanced at the thin ring: "Do not add vitamins?"

Thin Ring stayed on his stomach: "Not hungry, forget it."

Chen Yuanqing chopped up half of the mango in his plate and handed it to his hand: "Help me to order, I have to control sugar."

Hey-there are mangoes.

Thin ring rubbed his hands quickly, holding the super happy eating.

Gu Shaochu gave Chen Yuanqing a meaningful look.

"Now hungry again?"

Thin ring nibbled in a bite, could not bear to finish immediately.

"This is from Brother Yuan Qing to me."

Zhu Xizhi saw something, turned his head and whispered, "I really want to eat some mango."

Fu glanced at the golden peel at his table next year.

"You think about why mangoes are not enough."

Gu Shaochu still has a whole mango in his plate.

He sipped the yogurt and pushed the mango over.

"I'm allergic to this, and I don't know who brought it."

Chen Yuanqing smiled and used his index finger to hold the fruit that was still spinning.

"Coincidentally, I want to take one back with me. I was so considerate."

Gu Shaochu raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Don't control sugar anymore?"

Thin Ring held half a mango and looked at the two of them, and took time to lick the sweet juice from his fingertips.

"Xiaohuan," Chen Yuanqing said with a smile: "Do you think Shaochu prefers you or likes me?"

Gu Shaochu pursed his lips and stared at him.

Suddenly, Zhu Xizhi said, "My coat is so juicy, how does Fu wash this next year!!"

Fu next year: "..."

The first four days were used to practice and sing well. On the fifth day, the flight instructor was officially airborne and replaced the lead instructor for second guidance.

Xie Lianyun felt a bit sad when he saw Jiang Jue again. He had wanted to reveal something to him, but finally he refrained.

They greeted briefly and restrainedly, without mentioning the common friend in the deep memory.

Huo Jian and Pei Ruye were not recording the building at this time, and the teaching assistants guided them to visit different practice halls.

Jiang Jue went to the "Nightfire" group, and Xie Lianyun went to the "Hanmang" group.

Xie Lianyun was actually a little afraid to see Pei Ruye.

Although he has switched to being a producer, it is really embarrassing to teach others to dance in front of Pei Shen.

When he was on the seventeenth floor, he and Bo Jue were almost drawn into zebras. Now they don't know how long they have lived, and they may not be flexible.

In my heart, I still want to release the cold air field.

As expected, he strode into the training hall without expression, and a group of trainees was shocked to hold their breath.

——It's great at a glance! ! No loss is the legendary A double businessmen! !

Xie Lianyun looked around with a stretched expression, making sure that he was very successful in disguise, and said coldly: "I am not here to teach dance."

"Mr. Pei is one of the top dancers in the country. I hope you cherish the time you spend with him."

"The experience I shared with you this time is the eyes you look at when you dance."

The trainees nodded like puppets.

Bo Huan couldn't help laughing.

Xie Lianyun only saw the thin ring in the second row at this moment. His cold expression almost didn't stretch. I thought I should have **** me and went to the next group.

Bo Huan returned to China several times before and after, and he could not be acquainted with the six people on the seventeenth floor. He also witnessed several times how his grumpy brother carried Xie Lianyun's explosive training.

...No, squeeze! !

"Jump first."

Everyone nodded intentionally, and were a little nervous when the music sounded.

Although they were in awe of Huo Ren, they also met for two months intermittently.

Jumping his work in front of the original song... This is completely public execution! !

Xie Lianyun wasn't quite confident at first. I was relieved when I saw this group of bear kids jumping.

Sure enough, he did not jump well with Bo Jue, but the other four teammates were too perverted.

The training intensity of A is as high as hell, and the evaluation standard is Huo Jian as the average value. It is easy to have cognitive deviation after a long time.

However, any one of them can easily hang the present offspring.

......After all, it is also a true level to win the OSC Crown Award.

After jumping over again, Xie Liyun had relaxed to explain the correction one by one with his arms, and also jumped in front of them.

For every song about the crown, he and his teammates skipped hundreds of times on the stage and in the practice room, and the muscle memory was already deep to the bones.

After the half jump, the teenagers couldn't help but applaud, but Xie Lianyun looked subconsciously out of the window.

He always felt that the other five people should be here.

They should have been six people, and six people everywhere.

He pushed down his glasses and turned his head to continue pointing the students with nonstandard movements.

The direction is not correct, the lower limb is unstable, or the pace of the foot is not keeping up.

The dance that used to be hard training in the middle of the night in the dance room has now become another material for educating the younger generation.

"next……"

Xie Lianyun took a step forward and looked at the smiling little white swan.

Xie Fox restored his calmness in a flash, and his tone was not fluctuating: "The movement is not in place, so you need to practice more."

Turn around and continue walking.

"Teacher Xie." Bo Huan called out.

Xie Lianyun had flashed to the back row, and snorted very perfunctoryly.

"I didn't understand too much, can you explain it again?"

Xie Lianyun thought that I would explain your brother and then came to see him with a knife. He said straight: "If you don't understand, go watch the video."

The mood of the trainees next to them also followed up and down, at this time it was simply exploring the unsolved mystery of A on the spot.

Is Xie Lianyun's relationship with Bo Jue good or bad? ? ?

What does his attitude toward his brother mean? ? Is it particularly familiar or too lazy to reason? ? ?

Saying that Teacher Xie has become thinner again...this is not scientific...

After the three rows of students had finished correcting, Xie Lianyun returned to the main position, his eyes focused on the poster on the back wall, ignoring a well-behaved child who was still watching him.

"The following is back to the topic."

"The ultimate goal of the show is to let the audience see you and remember you at the same time."

"If you choose a plain and unremarkable regular performance, it will only be ignored and forgotten."

"So in the idol line, passing a score is tantamount to failure."

"The direct communication between people is in the eyes."

He leaned slightly and finally looked at his temporary students.

"One of the techniques commonly used here is to become either the most dangerous predator or the softest prey."

The teenagers were a little surprised.

"This is one of the remaining biological instincts of humans."

Xie Lianyun took off his glasses and let the photographer take a close-up of himself.

He took a deep breath and opened his eyes again.

In an instant, it became awe-inspiring and extremely sharp, almost able to cut off everyone's inner defense like a long knife.

Someone stepped back subconsciously, but his eyes looked at him involuntarily.

Xie Lianyun slowly closed his eyes, and opened it again after three seconds.

This time, the fox's eyes were fogged, dazed, and slightly tender.

Trainees petrified on the spot.

This-what a magical skill! ! !

So I still have to learn this kind of thing when idols! ! !

"All in all," he put on his glasses and waved: "You first practice in the mirror."

The other side.

Jiang Jue walked into the practice hall and looked sideways at the stage video of "Nightfire" still showing.

"Hello everyone, I am Jiang Jue."

He bowed slightly to the trainee and smiled lightly.

The teenagers kept busy and returned sincerely, and when they saw this young film actor this year, they felt like they were dreaming.

"Today I will use methodological techniques to teach you how to enter the stage."