When the Empress Dresses Up As a Female Trainee

/ Mo Baqian

accurate.

It's just full of unhappiness... and some inexplicable sense of crisis.

All kinds of emotions that Lan Muzhou couldn't understand were running around in his mind.

Regardless of the reason, he just didn't like seeing He Ruilin and Qi Mo together.

In the past, when Qi Mo was a waste in everyone's eyes, you, He Ruilin, blatantly ignored Qi Mo; now that Qi Mo has become a big devil who is admired by everyone, you look back again?

Even if he hates Qi Mo to the core, he's not worth it for Qi Mo!

If Qi Mo still willingly surrounded He Ruilin as before, he would have to wake Qi Mo up if he beat him.

It's not revenge, and it's not that he fell in love with Qi Mo, it's just that there is a little sympathy for each other.

Yes, he just cherishes his talents and doesn't want others to delay Qi Mo.

Qi Mo is too stupid, always being deceived by people like He Ruilin.

As a good boy with all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor, he is obliged to save the lost lambs.

Lan Muzhou rushed out of the kitchen, ready to scold Qi Mo for not being deceived, but he bumped into Qi Mo head-on within two steps.

"Hey, where are you going in such a hurry?" Qi Mo twitched his lips and immediately put on a smile.

Lan Muzhou suddenly choked.

He couldn't say "I'm coming to you".

So he just stared at Qi Mo with big eyes and small eyes, with a fierce and arrogant expression, and his thin lips were slightly parted, stuck.

Seeing his speechless appearance, Qi Mo thought it was funny in his heart, but didn't show it on his face.

She tilted her head, "Isn't it because you want to come to our place for a meal, but you're too embarrassed to say it?"

Lan Muzhou really had the thought of wanting to eat, and was a little embarrassed.

But he retorted in his mouth: "Who would care about your little food?"

"That's it..."

Qi Mo stroked his chin, murmured, and sighed deliberately regretfully, "I thought you liked fennel eggs, so I came here to ask if you want some... If that's the case, forget it."

Lan Muzhou was taken aback.

Qi Mo...Know that he likes to eat this?

He squinted his eyes, and an unbelievable guess emerged.

It's not really what he thinks, is it?

The beating speed of his heart suddenly accelerated a little, and he really wanted to ask clearly.

So pretending to be disdainful, he said, "Don't tell me, because I like to eat this!"

As soon as the words came out, he was a little nervous.

Qi Mo glanced at him, neither denying nor agreeing, and directly made a gesture to leave, "You can think what you want."

If he didn't deny it, he was right!

Grass, because he likes to eat this, Qi Mo said he likes it!

The unhappiness and sense of crisis in Lan Muzhou's heart dissipated in an instant, like seeing the sun through the clouds.

Qi Mo had been guessed by him, so he turned around and wanted to run away!

He took two quick steps, pressed on the window sill, and blocked Qi Mo's way.

If Qi Mo said he liked it because of him, and He Ruilin thought Qi Mo liked it, so he agreed...

Lan Muzhou was elated for a moment, and even had a weird feeling of taking revenge on He Ruilin.

Subconsciously, he licked his lips.

The corners of the mouth couldn't help but curl up, and there was a little tangled expression mixed with anger, which was quickly replaced by a ostentatious smile.

Damn, why do you want to laugh so much.

Taking advantage of his height, he looked down at Qi Mo triumphantly.

"How can you think as I want, it's better to say it clearly, don't be embarrassed!"

Qi Mo threw his elbow back and leaned directly on the window sill.

She raised her head slightly, there was a mocking smile in her pitch-black phoenix eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

"I'm afraid you'll be embarrassed."

"What can I be embarrassed about...?"

After finally catching Qi Mo's trick, how could he let it go so easily?

Lan Muzhou poked his probe forward, with an unconcealable smile on his face.

But his shoulder was poked by Qi Mo, blocking his way forward.

Qi Mo raised his brows, "Didn't you say keep your distance?"

After being reminded, Lan Muzhou realized that they were too close.

He could even see Qi Mo's curled eyelashes clearly.

He retracted his head a little, and he couldn't help but feel his ears burning, and said nonsense: "Now I say that I don't need it anymore."

As he said that, he looked around, "Anyway, there is no photography teacher around."

"Oh, where there is no photography teacher, you can do whatever you want?" Qi Mo nodded as if suddenly enlightened.

For some reason, Lan Muzhou's face suddenly burned up.

He let go of his hand on the window sill, and whispered, "Qimo, what are you thinking about?!"

With that said, he hurriedly took a step back.

Qi Mo let out a "puchi" laugh, the teasing smile on his face was so red-faced.

She said: "Why do you ask me? I want to know, what on earth are you thinking to make your face so red?"

"You...!" Lan Muzhou suffocated.

He bit his lip, turned around and left without answering.

"Hey, don't you want to eat our dumplings?" Qi Mo asked.

"I do not care!"

Lan Muzhou didn't turn his head back, he didn't like the dumplings made by He Ruilin.

It's not like he can't do it himself.

Returning to the kitchen with a hot face, he slammed the door shut.

"Come back from eating and drinking? I said that they will definitely not let you eat from the big devil."

Wang Changyan had just finished cutting the vegetables, and the cutting board was a mess.

"Forget it."

Lan Muzhou sat on the ponytail, covering his hot cheeks with both hands.

A person who "does whatever he wants", his mind is full of kisses and kisses from CP fans.

He even glanced around Qi Mo's thin lips uncontrollably.

Wang Changyan laughed, "Have you been bullied by Qi Mo again?"

"Tch, it's fine if I don't hate him." Lan Muzhou said disdainfully, and then said, "Look at me."

"Huh?" Wang Changyan put down the kitchen knife and looked back.

Wang Changyan looks good, and he can be considered good-looking among artists, otherwise he wouldn't have so many fans.

Lan Muzhou stared at his brother's pretty face, then glanced at his lips.

The expression on his face instantly changed to "Grandpa is watching his phone in the subway".

"It's... strange."

He couldn't think in that direction for a second.

Wang Changyan:? ? ?

Does this brother have nothing to do?

"Forget it." Lan Muzhou scratched his head, the heat on his face had already subsided, "I want to make dumplings."

"…ah?"

The last staple of the Dance group is pasta.

After the dumplings made by Lan Muzhou were put into the pot, the skin and stuffing were completely separated, turning into a pot of boiled noodles.

During the cooking process, there was a lot of chicken and dog jumping, and the final product was barely edible.

It's just that the taste is really... unspeakable.

Wang Changyan finished his meal with difficulty, and complained: "If I were you, I would ask He Ruilin to teach me how to make dumplings. If I have never done it before, I have to force it. Aren't you embarrassing yourself!"

He rubbed his obviously deflated stomach, and then said: "If you only embarrass yourself, it's fine, but you have to embarrass our stomachs together, it's not real, brother."

Compared with the pot of appalling "dumplings" made by He Ruilin, it was like heaven and earth.

Being compared with He Ruilin, Lan Muzhou couldn't help feeling ashamed.

"Go, go, go and go to the same group as He Ruilin next time."

"Okay." Wang Changyan put his head in his hands, leaned back against the back of the chair, "I'll be with He Ruilin, and Qi Mo will leave it to you."

Lan Muzhou:? ? ?

Feeling guilty for a second, he suddenly made up his mind.

So he lowered his voice and said to Wang Changyan: "If you want to be with He Ruilin, you can chat with him on the plane."

Wang Changyan raised his brows, "Do I just think you are begging me for help?"

"Stop talking nonsense, you said you wanted to be with him."

Lan Muzhou scolded Wang Changyan.

He doesn't care who Qi Mo sits with, as long as it's not He Ruilin.

…

Where did the director of the program group think that it would take three to five hours for the trainees to cook a meal by themselves.

By the time everyone finished their lunch and cleaned up the dishes, it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon.

Due to time constraints, the outing in the afternoon can only be cancelled.

A group of people began to embark on the return journey.

Qi Mo walked with everyone in the airport, not in a good mood.

"It's okay, the people in the program group have already gone to buy air-sickness medicine, and they won't faint after taking the medicine."

He Ruilin comforted in a warm voice, then pointed to his backpack, and said, "I bought a few oranges from Baiyun Village, and eating some sour ones on the way will make them taste much better."

"Brother Lin is so careful." Jiang Ning smacked his lips.

"So you don't have to be so sad." Jiang Mingchen patted Qi Mo's shoulder carelessly.

It's really rare for the big devil to have a heavy expression, and it's quite scary.

The trainees walked along the aisle onto the plane.

Wang Changyan lived up to someone's expectations, walked beside He Ruilin, and stopped him by raising his hand.

He lowered his voice and said, "Every year in the finals, I choose my own teammates. Shall we have a chat?"

While speaking, the other members of the Vocal group had already walked to the back row.

He Ruilin frowned slightly, and followed Qi Mo for a look.

Finals do matter.

Winning or losing at that time will have a big impact on the number of votes.

He hesitated, nodded, "Okay."

As soon as Lan Muzhou boarded the plane, he saw that Wang Changyan had already pulled He Ruilin to sit down.

As expected of a brother.

Looking at Qi Mo again, he saw this man waving at him.

Seeing that he took the initiative to find him...

Lan Muzhou frowned and sat beside Qi Mo, "Why do you want me?"

"I'm airsick." Qi Mo raised his hand and showed a small tablet of medicine, "I heard that taking airsickness medicine will make you sleepy."

Lan Muzhou narrowed his eyes, and had some guesses in his mind.

But if you say something wrong, it's too embarrassing.

So he asked, "So...?"

Qi Mo showed an expression of "Why are you so stupid", as if a little disgusted.

While no one was paying attention, she lightly patted the top of Lan Muzhou's head with the tablet at an extremely fast speed.

"So it's time for you to return my favor."

Lan Muzhou backed away slowly, not knowing whether it was shame or annoyance, but his face started to feel hot again.

Not wanting to attract attention, he lowered his voice, "Didn't you tell me to keep your distance?!"

Qi Mo raised his brows, "You just said today that you don't need it, but you backtracked quickly."

"Once a word is said, it's hard to follow, so I won't go back on what I say."

Lan Muzhou snorted lightly, crossing his arms across his chest.

Now...he really doesn't want to get along with Qi Mo like he did a few days ago.

You have to get in touch with Qi Mo to help this lost lamb not be taken away by the big bad wolf.

Thanks to his painstaking efforts.

Thinking of this, he pursed his lips.

Qi Mo waved the medicine board in front of Lan Muzhou's eyes, and said jokingly, "Isn't that right, don't you even pay back the favor?"

"whispering sound…"

Lan Muzhou turned his eyes away reluctantly, not looking at Qi Mo.

But his body moved a little towards Qi Mo's side.

The tips of his ears were slightly red, and he murmured in a low voice, "Then let me lend you a shoulder."