Getting even

"Huh?"

Early in the morning, Qi Xingchen was in a daze, and just as he got into the car, he was revitalized by An Ran's voice. He took a sip of milk and grumbled, "What's going on, An Ran."

"Why are you wearing a turtleneck shirt," An Ran wondered, "It's almost 30 degrees today, aren't you hot? Won't it be inconvenient for the dance?"

Qi Xingchen: "......"

He touched the back of his head as if to cover up, "I forgot to turn off the air conditioner last night, my neck is a bit cold, I'll wear a turtleneck today to ease it."

"Oh my God, it's not the wind," An Ran looked worried, "I'll show you."

After spending so much time together, for An Ran, Qi Xingchen was no different from his younger brother, and she reached out to touch the back of Qi Xingchen's neck.

Qi Xingchen quickly stopped her, "No, no, it's not a big problem."

"It really doesn't matter?"

"Really, I'll definitely talk to you if there's a problem."

"Okay." An Ran returned to her seat not quite ÔÇ£An RanÔÇÖ.

The crisis was over, Qi Xingchen was slightly relieved, leaning back and closing his eyes to catch up on his sleep. When he arrived at the practice room, he received another question from the souls of the five young birds: "Teacher Xiao Qi, the shape of your shirt is so cool, aren't you hot?"

Qi Xingchen perfunctorily says, "It's styling, there are plenty of people on stage who wear mink in the summer and shorts in the winter, and so do I."

It seems like this ow! The fledglings were five-faced and confused, easily fooled by him.

Qi Xingchen was glad that he organized the warm-up.

Halfway through the heat, Xie Yuan suddenly said, "By the way, Mr. Xiao Qi, we found a problem last night."

"What?"

"After I went back to the dormitory, I asked around with the other groups of trainees," Xie Yuan paused, "Mr. Wei's group is following a similar route as ours, also a dance music route with the main dance."

Qi Xingchen nodded, not surprised. Wei Qin was stronger in dance than in voice, so it was natural to work more on dance.

"Have you heard the music of the third group?" Wei Qin is the third group, Qi Xingchen asks.

"No, they set the tone yesterday and rearranged it today."

Yang Leyin interjected, "It's the equivalent of being half a day behind us."

Meng Meng : "Right. And as far as I know, our four groups are making the most progress right now."

After Meng Meng finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to Qi Xingchen, if it wasn't for his swiftness in deciding the direction of the adaptation, the group wouldn't have been able to grab half a day's worth of time.

Half a day may seem short, but it's enough to address a lot of issues in less than six days of total preparation.

Unfortunately, Qi Xingchen didn't see the gratitude and admiration in his teammates' gazes, and he lowered his eyelids, preoccupied with thinking about how to avoid Wei Qin.

If they perform the same type of song and dance, especially if they are in the third group and the fourth group, with their appearances next to each other in order, the audience will surely pick up the two groups and compare them.

And once they were compared, their four groups didn't have much of a chance of winning.

After all, Wei Qin is more than twice as popular as him in terms of Weibo followers alone, not to mention Wei Qin's talent show background and experience in the field.

Abusing him is not like abusing a small ant.

He had to find a way to surprise.

Qi Xingchen thinks for a moment, gathers the team in one place, and deliberates, "I'd like to change the dance moves in the interlude ......"

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After hearing Qi Xingchen's proposal, all the team members raised their hands in favor of it. After spending ten minutes to make some adjustments, the whole team went back to the training.

At lunchtime, Qi Xingchen was confused about whether to have lunch with Bai Ye or with his teammates. Without waiting for the result, Bai Ye first sent a message: "What's for lunch?

Qi Xingchen asked rhetorically: [What would you like to eat?

Bo: [Listening to you]

Qi Xingchen, remembering last night, slightly indignant, gambled: [I want to eat with the team].

But just three seconds after posting it he regretted it.

--What if Bai Ye believes him and really doesn't ask him to dinner?

Qi Xingchen quickly threw away the paper towel to wipe sweat, hands and feet to withdraw.

Immediately afterward, he saw two more messages on the screen.

Bo: [Good]

Bo: [I got it]

Qi Xingchen, what's so good about it? What do you know?

It's really pissed off pissed off pissed off pissed off!

Lu Xun once said that the blisters on the soles of the feet were all worn out by themselves, and it was really true. Qi Xingchen especially regretted why he had gambled just now, why he could say something like not eating with Bai Ye.

Knowing that it's already the penultimate round of competition, it won't be long before the show ends and he'll be going his own way with Bai Ye.

By then, with Bai Ye's mountain of announcements, it could be a long time before they see each other again.

It's not easy to see each other with one meal less than another, and it needs to be done and appreciated.

Chagrined to the point of losing his appetite, he went back to the mirror in silence, ready to think about dinner in half an hour.

Without waiting to release the music, there was a knock on the door of the practice room and Bai Ye's beautiful bass voice came in, "Can we come in?"

Us?

How many?

Did the show's crew come to shoot in unison?

The trainees quickly put together their appearance and asked Qi Xingchen with their eyes.

Qi Xingchen was expressionless: "Yes, come in."

As soon as he spoke, the door was pushed open and Bai Ye led the way into the practice room, followed by ...... a string of five trainees. A string of five trainees.

All from one group, Bai Ye's crew.

Qi Xingchen glanced toward the door and saw no sign of the following photographer.

He wondered, "Where's the follow-through?"

Bai Ye froze, "You want something from him?"

"...... You guys aren't here to film?"

After a few words, Bai Ye realized that his little fan had misunderstood.

While wondering why the little fan's brain circuits had turned in the direction of the wind, he greeted the trainees of the fourth group, "Stop practicing when you're almost done, I'll treat you to dinner."

"Really really? Ow ow ow ow-" a scream rang out in the practice room all of a sudden!

Who is Bai Ye? It's the pinnacle that all artists and trainees who go the route of singing and dancing singers look up to.

So are they happy to have the opportunity to get up close and personal with the pinnacle?

Nonsense - of course I'm happy!

Qi Xingchen was a bit confused and didn't wait to react before being pushed out of the practice room by Xie Yuan and others.

The followers stationed in the four group practice rooms noticed that there was material and ran along behind them as well.

Not long after, Qi Xingchen came back to his senses, took a step to Bai Ye's side, and subconsciously pulled his arm: "The trainees are all in closed training, how to take them out ah."

"I said hello to the program."

"Can the program agree to that?"

"They have to agree if they don't. And ......" Bai Ye raises an eyebrow at the two followers behind him, "They get the benefit of the doubt too."

Qi Xingchen realized with hindsight that he was surrounded not only by a group of pups, but also by two monitors, and resentfully let go of Bai Ye's arm.

And the next moment, Bai Ye, as if sensing his loss, rested his elbow gently on his shoulder.

It looks like high school kids like to hook up with each other because they're close.

Just about everyone knows that Bai Ye has never been intimate with anyone except for acting needs ...... At least in front of the camera, never showed intimacy to anyone that could be physically touched.

The ten trainees exchanged eyes and instantly melted into a family.

Seeing this side of the material, with the shooting like running over, "Mr. Park, usually you often so hit on Mr. Xiao Qi?"

Seeing the black hole of the camera, Qi Xingchen shakes his shoulders and tries to shake Bai Ye arm down, he is afraid of being seen.

Bai Ye, however, pressed his elbows downward, firmly glued to Qi Xingchen's shoulders, and said without moving, "Not often, we communicate more face-to-face."

Qi Xingchen Instantly thought of their nightly kissing practice ...... It does seem like there's more face-to-face "communication".

The ears were unheeded and hot.

The cameraman asked a few more questions about them, which Bai Ye answered without a drop of water. When the parking lot arrived, Bai Ye organized the trainees to get on the show's bus.

Qi Xingchen was the second to last person to go up, the seats behind him were already gone, and he sat in the second row.

Bai Ye came up last and naturally sat next to him.

The cameraman finished filming the two of them and went to the back row to follow the interview. When the bus started, Qi Xingchen quickly lowered his voice and asked, "Why did you suddenly think of inviting the trainees to dinner?"

Bai Ye squinted at him, "I'm not trying to buy a trainee dinner."

"Then why did you drag so many people out and say hello to the program to borrow a Chinese bus, with a tableau?"

"What tableau ......" Bai Ye sighed, helplessly, "I was trying to have dinner with you."

After a pause, he exhaled softly as if venting, "Stupid."

Dumbass Ben Egg Qi Xingchen Still doesn't quite get what the point of pulling out the trainees with so much fanfare, not for variety effects, is.

Bai Ye looked at his little face full of questions and patiently explained, "You wanted to have dinner with the trainees, and I wanted to have dinner with you, so I had to bring everyone along."

...... It turned out that he was paying for his own gamble, Qi Xingchen listened and rubbed the tip of his nose in shame.

Whether it's because of Bai Ye's own eating habits or to keep the trainees satisfied, Bai Ye has to treat himself to a good meal.

A good meal for a dozen people costs much, much more.

Qi Xingchen was heartbroken, ashamed, and swore a secret oath.

Absolutely no more gaslighting in the future!

Bai Ye doesn't know what he's thinking and takes out his headphones, slipping one to him and one to himself, listening to the song in silence.

Twenty minutes later the restaurant arrived, Qi Xingchen looked at the four big words "Japanese barbecue pork" and shed tears of poverty.

In the morning Bai Ye had reserved a seat in advance, it was a large private room. There were two tables, one small and one large, the small table could seat four people, and the large table was longer and could seat about fourteen people.

The cameraman didn't eat at lunch either, so Bai Ye beckoned them to join him, so they sat at a small table, while Bai Ye, Qi Xingchen and the trainees sat at a big table.

This barbecue uses the most traditional small charcoal stoves, with a total of four stoves on the long table. After ordering, wagyu beef, snowflake beef, and frosty beef are served as if they were flowing.

Qi Xingchen's heart is dripping blood as she looks at the six grains of wagyu beef that cost 398 per plate.

The trainees, who know how to grill meat, took on the role of waiters, and as they patiently grilled the meat, the aroma of Wagyu beef wafted through the room. To thank the host, the trainees picked up the best piece of meat and put it on Bai Ye's plate: "Mr. Bai, thank you for treating us to barbecue."

"You're welcome," Bai Ye calmly transferred the meat to Qi Xingchen, "Ask the waiter to order whatever you want, no need to be polite."

Everyone watched him move, smashing their mouths together and saying thank you.

Qi Xingchen, hot from all the "slurping", took a sip of cold Coke.

Eighteen or nineteen or twenty years old is the right age to be able to eat, and the boys, who had not been out for a long time to have a meat feast, saw that the meat was nearly cooked, buried their heads and began to feast.

Qi Xingchen listened to the sound of their chewing and was filled with: they are eating Bai Ye's money, they are eating Bai Ye's money, they are eating Bai Ye's money, they are eating Bai Ye's money.

The meat in the bowl of chanting doesn't even smell good.

Bai Ye, who has never been a big fan of food, looked at him poking at the meat with his chopsticks and frowned, "Don't you like it?"

"...... No, I'm not very hungry."

Bai Ye recalled last night's waist that could be encircled with one hand, and the feeling of pain in his arm from the shoulder blades just now, and said seriously, "Eat more even if you're not hungry, you're too skinny."

Qi Xingchen Rightfully so: "A grain of meat is over sixty dollars."

Bai Ye: "......"

He pinched his brow, "If you're not good enough to eat, I could hand feed you."

Qi Xingchen's face abruptly reddened.

Not to mention, he really wants Bai Ye to feed him.

If Bai Ye really feeds him with his hands, he will be on the hot news in a minute.

Under Bai Ye's authority, Qi Xingchen symbolically ate a few pieces of meat and half a lemon swordfish.

Halfway through the meal, with food in their stomachs, the trainees couldn't hold back their lively nature, you and I, one sentence after another, you chased me, you hit me and I ran, making a mess.

Bai Ye like quiet, do not want to listen to their noisy, see the camera big brother after eating to shoot the footage of the trainees, silent and moved to the small table.

In passing, he lifted the collar and carried the little fan along with him.

He got the waiter to add a couple plates of meat and vegetables.

Qi Xingchen quickly stopped, "I think everyone is almost full, why are you ordering?"

"For you to eat."

Qi Xingchen: "I'm full!"

Bai Ye was too lazy to answer. He glanced at the little fan the whole time, how much the little fan ate and whether he was full or not, could he not know?

He watched the charcoal grill with downcast eyes as he waited for the food to come up, picking up the shrimp and meat with his tongs and placing them on the grate, his movements falling into the category of unskilled that could be seen at a glance.

Qi Xingchen waited for a while before realizing that Bai Ye was grilling meat.

...... Master Bai, who has been waited on since he was a child, is actually grilling meat for him!

"No no no, I'll do it myself, I'll just roast it myself!" He hurriedly stopped Master Bai.

Bai Ye refused, "Sit still and I'll roast it for you."

Qi Xingchen: "I--"

Bai Ye lifted his eyelids and stopped the following words with his eyes. Qi Xingchen had no choice but to obey and wait obediently.

It's not hard to grill meat, just keep an eye on it and don't burn it. Bai Ye picks up a prawn baked with cheese, which is supposed to be cooked, removes the head, and passes it to Qi Xingchen with chopsticks.

Qi Xingchen Shockface.

He he he ...... He actually did feed himself!

"There are people watching from behind," Qi Xingchen couldn't even speak properly, "Put it down."

Qi Xingchen's back is to the long table, Bai Ye is facing the long table, so Bai Ye can see the trainees, his hand doesn't move, "Eat, it's fine, no one is watching."

Regardless of whether or not anyone is watching, it will be easy to attract attention if this stalemate continues. Qi Xingchen clenched his teeth and, without giving up, simply swallowed the whole thing.

Next, Qi Xingchen filled his stomach honestly in order to prevent being fed again.

Bai Ye finally showed a satisfied expression and watched him finish wiping his mouth and laughed, "Why is your face so red."

"...... It's too hot in the house to bake."

"By the way, I haven't asked you yet," Bai Ye finally remembers something, "Aren't you hot in a stand-up shirt with the temperature so high today?"

Qi Xingchen's blush was on the verge of dripping blood.

"It's not you ...... yet." He was embarrassed, "Kissed my neck last night and accidentally made a red mark."

Bai Ye was stunned for a few seconds and reached down to rip open the collar of his shirt. Sure enough, a light-colored strawberry mark was branded on the back of the little fan's neck to the left.

It's the one he kissed last night when he was moving, but didn't sip hard.

Qi Xingchen's skin is so white and tender that it is easy to leave marks when touched. For example, he pinched Qi Xingchen's waist two days ago, only to unintentionally find out when he was dancing that the little fan was carrying finger marks on the side of her waist.

...... What a physique.

Bai Ye let go of his hand and fixed Qi Xingchen's collar. Seeing the grumbling face on the other side, he apologized to him in a low voice, "I was wrong, I won't kiss the neck next time."

Qi Xingchen black question mark face.jpg.

What the hell, no neck kiss?

It's not like he can't afford to wear a stand-up shirt for how much it costs!

Bai Ye couldn't guess what the other man was thinking and coaxed him in another way, "I'll rub you when we get in the car and try to get the marks out."

...... Enough, really enough, Qi Xingchen fell into deep despair.

It seems that he still has to fight for himself. He pursed his lips, struggled for a few seconds, and summoned up the courage to let out an "ouch": "Brother Night, it seems that some carbon dust flew into my eyes, it hurts so much, please help me take a look."

Bai Ye stood up with his hands on the tabletop and hurriedly leaned over to look.

As it turned out, he didn't wait to see that there was something wrong there with the little fan's eyes, when a sudden moistening came from the knot of his throat, as well as a minuscule tingling.

Qi Xingchen raised her chin and gave him a quick bite on the knot of his throat, "Well, we're even!"