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"I... I'm gonna go to the bathroom, so you guys go ahead and play without me."

Qi Xingchen suddenly stood up, threw down a sentence and left the activity room with his head down.

Bai Ye looked at his back, frowned, and continued, "But my face is where Xingchen's is... Brother Yang, you draw my hand."

Zheng Yuyang opened the lid of the brush, Bai Ye watched him finish drawing, while saying, "Wei Qin don't play if your face is allergic, have a good rest, let's all go and see how the trainees are doing."

After saying that, Bai Ye took the lead and left the activity room, heading towards the restroom.

I saw the skinny guy turn into the practice room, and lock the door behind him.

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Unsurprisingly, the F class was played particularly loose, with almost every group in the twelve. Luckily Qi Xingchen spent the end of the recording session learning the remaining four songs, or else he wouldn't have been able to coach them.

At 10:30 p.m., the students returned to Class F one after another. Qi Xingchen was afraid that they would not be able to keep up with the physical strength from practicing late at night, so he prepared congee and small dishes early and stood at the door, handing out one to each person who came in.

The shadowing assistant held the shrimp cracker he gave her, her voice slurred, "It's so late, all the other instructors seem to have left, how long are you going to stay?"

Qi Xingchen didn't say anything about being ready to stay with him till the end, either that or some people will think he's putting on a show on the day it airs.

"We'll see how it goes," he said, "and if it's all right with everyone, I'll go back to bed."

But how can Class F be okay with that?

Getting the porridge, all of them are not in a hurry to eat. One by one, they sat down with their legs crossed against the wall, and their faces were bereft as if they hadn't passed the second exam for ten years in a row.

Qi Xingchen is curious: "What's going on, tell me."

"...... There's not much to say," Wu Qian hung his head, "Teacher Xiao Qi, you guessed it, we're dragging the team down."

Qi Xingchen couldn't help but sigh, originally thought that after giving them a preventive injection, their psychological gap would be smaller, but unfortunately the children were still struck into a wilted eggplant.

"The way things are going, mourning is the most useless emotion," Qi Xingchen said. "Every second you mourn is a second you waste practicing and catching up with the rest of the group. Do you want to waste time blindly?"

"Don't want to!"

"If you don't want to, don't hurry up and eat." Qi Xingchen clapped his hands and snapped, "Eat quickly, get up and train for me afterward!"

"......"

The trainees, stirred up by his fierce energy, wolfed down their food and stood in line in front of the mirror in high spirits.

Six songs, six very different sets of dance moves. In order to show the diversity of styles, the arranger covers almost all the elements of current songs. trap, R&B, Blue, Jazz ......

The choreography is even more fancy to match the arrangement. The moment before the training started, the F class students were a bit worried.

I was worried that I wouldn't be able to learn, but also worried that if I asked a question and it was recorded by the camera in the practice room, it would have a bad influence on Miss Xiao Qi.

After the first issue of Era went online, Qi Xingchen was scolded because of Kevin, and they all watched it. Although they didn't spend much time together, Qi Xingchen was already a teacher and a friend in their hearts, both a teacher and a friend, and they respected and liked him.

They didn't want to see Qi Xingchen get scolded again, so they were very careful with their questions.

Happily, when Wu Qian asked how to sing the chorus turn, he answered; when the students asked how to sing the high notes, he demonstrated the vocal method; how the two dance moves couldn't connect, he guided them hand in hand and almost never got stuck ......

Class F students: Oh, Mr. Xiao Qi didn't just say that, Mr. Xiao Qi really practiced for them! Mr. Xiao Qi's Sai Gao!

The enthusiasm for practicing rose to a high level, and everyone abandoned all concerns, with only one goal in front of them, waving their physical strength and sweat.

At one o'clock in the morning, Wu Qian wiped the small waterfall on his face and advised him, "Teacher Xiao Qi, we're almost done, you go back to rest first."

"It's okay, I'm not sleepy."

At two o'clock in the morning, Wu Qian couldn't help but speak up again, "Teacher Xiao Qi, we've learned everything, we just need to practice. We'll go back to the dormitory after practicing for a while, so don't worry about us and go to sleep."

"Nonsense," Qi Xingchen flung a towel across the room, "another half hour of practice and we'll all go back to rest."

Wu Qian was dumped and cried, everyone laughed at him but didn't stop moving physically.

Qi Xingchen watched the lads and was much calmer. Leaning against the wall to help them count the beats, not daring to let himself be idle.

The image of Bai Ye's promise to take Wei Qin's place in the punishment will be played in his mind when he is not busy.

Even though he knows that in public, in front of a camera, Wei Qin offers to help with her face allergy, whether out of sympathy or out of friendship, Bai Ye has no choice but to say yes.

But he always wanted Bai Ye to be special and more special to himself.

He might ...... really like Bai Ye.

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After accompanying Class F on a few night drives, the second installment of In My Time went live.

The main movie is three and a half hours long, from the theme song learning cut to the release of the first round of competition tasks. As with the previous installment, the opening of the show took the lead in single-week hits for online variety.

Since the last time Kevin was offended, Kevin's fans have been scolding him from time to time at the Times Talking Square or Qi Xingchen's homepage.

But after scolding two or three minutes, not waiting for passers-by to see it, the microblogging will somehow disappear, along with the account has been blocked for seven days.

Over time, Kevin's fans have developed rabies, and they are secretly waiting for the second installment of "Time" to be aired, so that they can take over the pop-up screen and catch Qi Xingchen by surprise!

Meanwhile, Starlight had anticipated this situation and expanded the anti-triad group from five to ten in advance. They assembled twenty minutes before the start of the broadcast to replicate the anti-triad and science talk.

So as soon as the second installment started, in addition to a large number of night sky, the pop-up screen suddenly became a starlight and □□ battlefield!

[Magic Mirror Magic Mirror tell me, will Night become my husband?]

[Sister you're thinking about fart eating, night brother already got a license with me hehehe. But I've recently found out that little brother 7 is nice, so either I'm committing bigamy or I'm not!

[Starlight Observer judging is unfair, resources are tilted towards Noah's Entertainment, Kevin's strength is obvious to all but he's reduced to B grade [vomit] [vomit] Qi Xingchen no competitive spirit, get out of My Time!

[Qi Xingchen No competitive spirit, get out of My Time!]

[Qi Xingchen No competitive spirit, get out of My Time!]

After a large □□□ brush, followed by Starlight's science and clarification.

From time to time, Night Sky, who had a sweet tooth in Qi Xingchen's live broadcasting room, helped to say a few words, and most of the various fans and passers-by took a wait-and-see attitude, watching the program while enjoying the two sides tearing each other apart.

Soon, the content showing the trainees practicing hard passes, and we move on to the theme song acceptance.

Han Qing made his first appearance, and the passerby watched and said:

[Starlight Observer's evaluation is fine. Little brother is very strong.]

[Kind of dumb and kind of cute. Pink, pink, pink!]

Class F Ke Ke appeared and confessed his true feelings to Miss Xiao Qi, and passers-by watched and said:

[I can sense that Class F has deep feelings for Qi Xingchen]

[I cried when Little Brother 7 said that, he's really warm and fuzzy 1551]

"Xingchen put a lot of thought into it," he said, "from the stern reprimand before practice to the comforting words after acceptance.

[It's a blessing for Class F to have met such a mentor, isn't it :)]]

By the time Kevin comes out, □□□ is ready to tear the heaviest pussy, Starlight is ready to fight the most exhausting blackmail, the passersby and other fans are ready to eat the sweetest melons, and billions of viewers are ready for it--

Kevin sang the theme song in slurred Chinese.

□□□□: [He's trying so hard to speak Chinese like this! Rap is blowing up, Rathbay! Qi Xingchen, that college educated guy can't understand, right?

Starlight: [Don't attack people with diplomas]

Passerby: "The melon is ripe

Kevin bitched that he wasn't aware that there was a change in the chorus.

□□□□: [He's new here, no one to help him, he's super miserable. Qi Xingchen, a college educated man, just knows how to catch him woolgathering in Chinese, puke puke puke!

Starlight: [Don't attack people with diplomas]

Passerby: [Melon can be picked]

Qi Xingchen swishes down a perfect English note and explains and grades Kevin in fluent spoken English.

□□: [......]

Passerby: [...... Nima, the melon is rancid!]

Starlight (crosses her arms): [I told you not to attack people with diplomas! Who dares to say my brother is uneducated!

Passerby & other fans: [dare not dare, disrespectful disrespectful]

I don't speak English as well as Little Brother 7 does.

The pop-up screen was dominated by more and more compliments to Qi Xingchen, and □□□ saw the momentum going against him and retreated in confusion, so he had to save his strength for the next battle!

The pop-ups finally returned to the world of "hahaha" and "ah ah ah".

However, just when viewers thought they were going to age through the remaining hour, something even more egregious occurred.

--During the process of guiding the grouping of the trainees, a certain Starlight Observer, who had just stirred up a bloody storm, had an extra BlingBling microphone in his hand.

From a distance it looks bright as a sheet, and when you look in it refracts thousands of shimmering beams of light. Curious female viewers couldn't help but take screenshots and zoom in as far as they could, observing and discussing.

I thought they were Czech rhinestones, but I don't think they are by looking at the facets.

"Is it an aureole? I don't think it's that bright.

I'd say they're real diamonds, and they're high quality diamonds with very high clarity. I'm a jeweler's clerk, I work with this stuff every day, I can't be wrong.

I've been wanting to buy a blue diamond for a long, long time! I've been wanting to buy a blue diamond for a long, long time, but I never found one that I liked. I didn't realize that Little Brother 7 had actually set it into his mike, what a waste! What a waste!

The male viewers who don't know anything about diamonds watch the female viewers speculate and watch their scalps go numb.

--Starlight Observer's hand mike, sounds like it's a very expensive yako.

--Either that or let's go to Twitter and ask? A group effort could basically figure out how much this mike really costs.

--We'd love to know what kind of life rich people lead.

Soon, the microblogging was brushed by the screenshot of the handmade wheat. Curiosity is the first productive force, and within half an hour, an employee of a diamond appraisal organization gave an answer:

[1-2 carat diamonds 203, the average market price of 40,000 pieces, a total of 8.12 million yuan; 2-3 carat diamonds 31, the average market price of 100,000 pieces, a total of 3.1 million yuan; more than 3 carat diamonds 22, the average market price of 200,000 pieces, a total of 4.4 million yuan; blue diamonds a, analyzed by the carat of about 8 carats, the auction price of 2 million from. (Note: the above average market price is calculated by rounding down)]

A large list of numbers is listed in front of us, and the netizens are dizzy and softly open their calculators.

812+310+440+200=1762

Unit: million dollars.

...... So, what's life like for the rich?

For fuck's sake, a handful of Macs want 17 million!

KAM!

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The moment she decided to use the handphone, Qi Xingchen guessed that it would generate a discussion, so she obediently locked up her cell phone and chose not to surf the Internet for the time being.

The following evening, the date of the banquet set by Camille arrived. Qi Xingchen arranged for Wu Qian to watch over the trainees while he took his own leave to go to the banquet.

Men don't need to dress up for such occasions, just be dignified and gentlemanly. Stylist Jiang Jiang chose a smoky gray dark plaid suit with a casual style and a slightly pinched waist.

No tie bow tie, to the chest inserted a hand-embroidered silk pocket scarf. A rose that is about to bloom extends up diagonally from the lower corner of the scarf, revealing half a delicate bud at the edge of the pocket, like a drop of blood into the owner's clean and pure temperament, adding a bit of brightness.

Jiang Jiang finished tidying up his hair, "Tsk", "Little Xingchen, you can't get any thinner. If you don't have a nice ass, you won't look good in a suit."

"......" Qi Xingchen blushed at her comment and flounced out of the hotel, driving herself to the center of town.

For his personal trip, he didn't let An Ran and Old Qin follow him. Anyway, Manager Wu was going to be there today, so he could ask him to send him along afterward.

Camille had chosen the venue for the banquet at the rooftop garden of S. Going up the scenic elevator, Camille and her husband were standing at the entrance, entertaining the guests to the banquet.

Seeing Qi Xingchen come by himself, Camille wondered, "Sweetie, did you come by yourself?"

"I'm not comfortable bringing a female companion, you know." Qi Xingchen communicated with her in English.

"Yes, I invited some of the press, hopefully it won't bother you," Camilton paused, "Why aren't you here with Wei Qin, I heard you were filming on the same set."

"We don't leave the program at the same time ......" Qi Xingchen had no answer, "Camille, I'm going in first."

As one of the main attractions of the party, Camille asked her husband to bring Qi Xingchen into the venue himself. Pulling back the curtains, there were food stands and wine displays all around the room, and tables of various sizes by the windows for gatherings and breaks.

In the center of the room was a three-tiered marble table on which the new Après products of the season were displayed in order. The siren-blue bottle, the main item, was at the top.

Qi Xingchen arrived late, and by now there were already a dozen waves of men and women standing around chatting and drinking.

When Camille's husband personally guided a handsome young man in, countless eyes focused on Qi Xingchen.

Camille's husband, who is Chinese, introduced Qi Xingchen in a low voice, "The two groups standing by the window are media reporters and editors-in-chief of magazines. The tables in front of the right are mostly netizens, self-publishers and entertainers. On the left are businessmen, young masters and celebrities - oh yes, a man you know, Wei Qin, is among them."

Wei Qin, the son of Sangyo Jewelry, is not mixed up in the ranks of artists, but is automatically included in the ranks of businessmen, and Qi Xingchen is not surprised.

After all, rich businessmen have a much higher status than artists, and in the eyes of many rich businessmen, artists are just playthings to be played with casually.

Qi Xingchen said he understood that Camille's husband had completed his mission and left. Qi Xingchen picked up a glass of juice, found a corner with few people, and drank it while searching for Manager Wu and his wife.

Didn't find it. These two came later than he did.

It wasn't long before the people were almost there, and Camille decided not to wait any longer. First, he said a few polite words - thank you all for coming, please continue to support Après and so on. Then he played the Siren commercial and shooting footage, praising Qi Xingchen's expressive style.

Qi Xingchen's face heats up at the compliment and he thanks for it. Camille sat on his arm and pulled him down to entertain the guests with a smile.

After the last drunken session, Qi Xingchen has realized that he is not a good drinker, and he only takes a small sip every time. After a round of drinking, I felt a little dizzy, but my stomach didn't feel bad, and my mind was quite clear.

Not long after, a couple of internet celebrities approached them for a photo shoot, which Qi Xingchen politely declined, and Camille gladly agreed to follow them to a good location.

Qi Xingchen was relieved to be left in peace.

He doesn't like to socialize, mainly because he doesn't know the art of talking, and it's better to talk more than he has to.

Unfortunately, it didn't leave him in peace for long, as a smartly dressed lady raised her glass and walked up to him, smiling, "Hello Mr. Qi, I'm the editor-in-chief of Fashion Cosmo magazine. Why don't you have something to eat?"

Fashion COSMO, one of the five major fashion magazines in China, the cover does not want to, if you can get on its inserts, it is also considered a first-class fashion resources.

Qi Xingchen didn't read magazines before, so he didn't know anything about it, and wasn't sure what it meant that the editor-in-chief of Fashion Cosmo had reached out to him.

Seeing that the other party was older than him, Qi Xingchen hurriedly replied, "Just call me Xiao Qi. I ate before I came here, I'm not too hungry, thanks for your concern."

"I thought you were keeping fit," the editor-in-chief clinked glasses with him, the admiration in his eyes couldn't be hidden, "your face has three courts and five eyes in line with the golden section, and your head-to-body ratio is quite good, very suitable for the big screen. Now the figure to keep it, do not need to deliberately lose weight, and then thin will be off the face."

Qi Xingchen, never knowing how to respond to compliments, smiled gratefully. By this time, several other editors-in-chief of magazines, artists, and media people also came over.

They have nothing in common with rich businessmen and it's more useful to simply seek out industry socialization.

It's Camille's field, for Camille, and for Qi Xingchen The ad campaign was so stunning that people couldn't stop complimenting it:

"Xiao Qi has great taste, and today's outfit is generous and special. Especially the pocket scarf is a nice touch!"

"I don't know when I'll have the honor to work with Xiao Qi brother once, I want to play your sister, hehehe."

"I realized I'm very close to Xiao Qi, I went to the last Heart of the Sea group interview with those parrots ...... Hahaha, laughed me to death."

When the old embarrassment was revealed, Qi Xingchen waved his hand repeatedly, "Brother, don't say it, it's too embarrassing."

"Hahahahaha well, I won't talk about it," the reporter's big brother collected his laughter and didn't forget to dig for news, "So tell tell me what happened to your hand wheat."

Qi Xingchen rolled her eyes and quickly thought about how to respond.

He couldn't seem to find a better answer than a gift from his family.

He opened his mouth and didn't wait to make a sound, when Wei Qin's voice suddenly came from behind him, "What are you guys talking about, so happy, I can hear laughter from the jogging table."

Wei Qin, on the one hand, is a member of the circle and is naturally popular with the media. Everyone gave up their seats and he easily blended in.

With him involved, Big Brother Media put the hand-mac thing out of his mind and Qi Xingchen dodged a bullet.

After a few minutes of chatting, Qi Xingchen inevitably heard a familiar question: "By the way, Xiao Qi, aren't you and Wei Qin both recording 'My Time', why didn't you come together? I saw you playing separately just now."

Qi Xingchen paused, not knowing the identity of the lady who asked the question, but it was clear that she was an entertainer or self-publisher.

The question alludes to his feud with Wei Qin.

The main purpose of Camille's celebratory dinner was for publicity, not of a private nature, and she couldn't wait for the word to spread as far and wide as possible.

So everything that happens in today's dinner can be posted on social media sites by the media as well as the netizens without secrecy.

Qi Xingchen knows you have to answer carefully, think for a few seconds--

Wei Qin opened her mouth before him, "I'm here to attend the dinner party on behalf of the Jewelers, before I left, the second young master of the Zhang family asked me out, so I didn't wait for Xingchen. after arriving at the venue, the second young master of the Zhang family kept grabbing me for a chat, and it's only now that I've freed up my time to come to find you guys and Xingchen, ai."

At the end, Wei Qin sighed rather helplessly, but the crowd knew--

Wei Qin's point is that he went to the banquet as a son and Qi Xingchen went to the banquet as an entertainer, with different ranks and different social circles, so of course they can't be in the same frame.

The derogatory meaning of this paragraph is too obvious, the media immediately touched the recorder that was turned on when they came in, ready to go home and organize the manuscript, rubbing the heat of the handmade wheat as well as Wei Qin quasi-tier one popularity to increase the wave of attention.

However none of them noticed the late couple at the door.

Mr. Wu is here mainly to accompany his wife, he has no personal relationship with Camille. Seeing that his wife had gone to look for Camille, he thought he would get something to eat first, Yu Guang glimpsed an acquaintance.

Hey, isn't that their Xiao Qi Chief?

Hey, isn't that Wei Qin, the gentleman who met for jewelry?

Why are they all here?

Manager Wu walked over quickly, Wei Qin saw him first and greeted him with a smile, "Uncle Wu, did you accompany auntie here? You're dressed like a gentleman today, did you get the appointment email from my father's assistant?"

Wei Qin's tone was polite, and the media were curiously sizing up Manager Wu, trying to figure out who this man was.

Manager Wu for is not: "...... Thank you, thanks for the compliment, I didn't have time to check my email today, wait for me to go back to check haha ......"

At this point, he nodded at Wei Qin and then turned to Qi Xingchen: "Mr. Xiao Qi, why didn't you tell me you were coming to the banquet?"

Wei Qin froze, "...... Mr. Xiao Qi?"

"Yeah, don't you know? The drill mine you agreed to work with is under the name of Mr. Xiao Qi!"

Like a thunderbolt, Wei Qin suddenly changed his mind.

Media: Nima! Eating a meal and bumping into a handful of news! Lol!

Three minutes later, Sina News:

[The story behind the 17 million dollar mike: Qi Xingchen is the owner of a South African drilling mine, and he's a trenchant!

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The media do not understand the inside story of the phase about jewelry and Qi's, eat melon eat happy, news issued without mercy.

Wei Qin, on the other hand, had his face blackened into a pot, barely maintaining his gentlemanly demeanor, excused himself to go back to find Zhang Ershao, and whisked his sleeves away.

Qi Xingchen could have guessed that the next thing to come would be a media storm. When the crowd was not looking, he fled to Camille's side, ready to use Camille as a shield.

The upside is that the media can't grind him down anymore, the downside is that Camille is back to dragging him around for drinks.

After a while, Qi Xingchen got a little carried away.

He motions for Camille to go to the bathroom for a moment, and Camille nods in agreement. As he walks to the bathroom, Qi Xingchen has a vague feeling that a gaze is following him.

Entering the cubicle, he sat down on the toilet seat cover and pressed his temples to stimulate his brain while pulling out his cell phone to check the time.

Saw twelve missed calls.

Two passes from An Ran.

The remaining ten passes are all from Bai Ye.

...... What does he want with himself?

In the past few days after realizing his feelings, Qi Xingchen found various reasons to distance himself from Bai Ye, one of which was to make sure that his feeling for Bai Ye was fondness and not a false sense of dependence brought about by prolonged proximity;

Secondly ...... Bai Ye is a paperboy and more so a male lead, how can he like a paperboy who will eventually fall in love with the female lead, he always has to come back to reality and live his own life.

Qi Xingchen looked at "Missed Call 10", her eyes getting warm.

Bai Ye made the eleventh call!

Qi Xingchen's hands were in a frenzy, he didn't know what to do when faced with this person, and he subconsciously pressed connect.

The microphone rang with his favorite male voice, "Is the party over?"

"No. ...... How do you know."

"An Ran said," Bai Ye paused for a moment, "Drinking or not?"

"Drank a little, not much."

"Uh, good. Try not to get drunk and get back to the hotel early."

"Got it, then ...... I'm hanging up."

"Uh-huh."

Receiving an affirmative answer, Qi Xingchen hangs up the phone. The alcohol has dissipated a bit, but his mind is even less clear.

Not wanting to stay any longer, he got up and went out of the bathroom and approached Camille with a request to leave the table.

Camille, unsuccessful in her attempts to stay, asks if he can go back to the hotel by himself. Qi Xingchen pushes for a chauffeur, so Camille asks her husband to help her call for a ladder.

Qi Xingchen slowly got on the elevator while sobering up, and a second before the doors closed, a man squeezed in.

I've just met one of the rich merchants, Qi Xingchen, who ignored him.

Outside the door of the ballroom, Bai Ye sat in the driver's seat, his elbows on the steering wheel, gazing silently at the main entrance.

For several consecutive days to deliver milk small fans are not in the room, today I know that small fans to participate in the banquet, a little relieved, so I drove over myself.

Recently, the little fan has been practicing all day long with his trainees and is physically and mentally exhausted. It's easiest to get drunk in this state, and if the drunken state is captured by the squatting media, the consequences are unimaginable.

He buckled the steering wheel one at a time, lending relief to his boredom. Not long after, a familiar figure appeared in the doorway.

Just pulled out my cell phone and was about to make a call when I saw a man following closely behind a small fan ......

The little fan was flustered on his feet and looked as if he was avoiding him.

Qi Xingchen was indeed avoiding the man behind him. During the elevator ride down, he felt that the man's eyes were always glancing at his lower body, especially disgusting.

When he exited the elevator, the man, probably knowing he didn't have a chance without making a move, reached out his arms to hug him. Fortunately, he was flexible, twisted to avoid it, and ran all the way out!

Unfortunately, he was not fully sober and his legs were slightly weak. The man was not much drunk and ran extremely fast.

Only a few steps away from catching up with him!

Qi Xingchen accelerates again and runs wildly toward where he parked, the man behind him getting closer and closer ......

A second before his hand was about to grab the hem of his shirt, Qi Xingchen felt a sudden blackout, and then a thud...

The man fell to the ground with a loud thud, screaming "Owwwww"!

It all happened so fast that Qi Xingchen had no idea what was going on and looked up blankly.

Bai Ye kicked the man down, and when that wasn't enough, he added another kick, covering Qi Xingchen's head and face with his jacket.

Whisper, "Don't be afraid, it's safe, come with me."