After a brief period of relaxation, all the trainees returned to intense training. Some stayed, some were eliminated, some felt regret, and some had no regrets.
Before they knew it, it was the day before the third performance. Regardless of whether they would stay or be eliminated, everyone made the most of their last bit of time to practice.
Lin Qingyan was the same; he worked even harder than most people. Only by sweating it out day and night among the trainees could he temporarily forget the messy things in his mind.
In the practice room, Lu Yuqi was so tired that he lay on the floor. He looked at Lin Qingyan, who was still practicing non-stop, and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Lin Qingyan, stop dancing. You're already better than me."
"The performance is tomorrow, so let's save some energy."
Lu Yuqi truly admired Lin Qingyan; he had never seen anyone work so hard.
Even though he was already jumping very well, and every movement was etched into his muscle memory, he kept jumping, as if he were possessed.
After performing the entire dance once, Lin Qingyan finally stopped. When he stopped, he felt weak and sore all over. He sat down on the ground, large beads of sweat sliding down his smooth jawline and dripping onto the floor.
Lu Yuqi lazily propped himself up on the ground, tossed him a towel and a bottle of mineral water, and raised an eyebrow slightly, "Lin Qingyan, you're pushing yourself too hard."
Lin Qingyan took the towel and wiped the sweat from his face, then tilted his head back and drank a few gulps of mineral water. He smiled thoughtfully, his soft voice tinged with slight panting:
"All I can do now is try my best." He paused, then slightly raised the corners of his lips, as if murmuring to himself: Remember the website m.xswang.com
"I am so glad that I had the opportunity to participate in this program, to meet you, to make many friends, and to have so many fans who like us."
Lu Yuqi was unusually embarrassed. He coughed lightly and said very awkwardly, "I'm also very happy to meet you." Then he clicked his tongue and said, "How pretentious."
Lin Qingyan couldn't help but laugh.
"Stop laughing, I'm starving, let's go eat."
Young Master Lu tightened his face again, reverting to his arrogant demeanor. This was his style; being sentimental really didn't fit his persona.
"Okay, let's go."
Lin Qingyan struggled to his feet, leaning against the wall. His legs were still a little weak. He had been training really hard these past few days, and it seemed he really needed to conserve his strength.
If he doesn't perform well in tomorrow's performance, all his efforts will be in vain. He wants to be number one; he has never longed for the number one spot so much.
But things didn't go as planned.
After leaving the practice room, the two headed towards the cafeteria. The accident happened in the hallway. At the time, Lin Qingyan and Lu Yuqi were walking down the stairs side by side, with Lin Qingyan on the outside.
Just then, a figure quickly ran down the stairs above. Due to the high speed, the resulting inertial force was amplified.
Lin Qingyan's legs were already a little weak, so when the figure bumped into his shoulder, he was caught off guard and cried out in surprise. He lost his balance and fell headfirst down the stairs.
Things happened so fast that Lu Yuqi, who was standing next to him, didn't even have time to grab his arm, and the person who had just run down from upstairs was also stunned.
They watched helplessly as Lin Qingyan fell heavily onto the stairs and tumbled down them.
The whole process took only a few seconds. By the time the boy realized what was happening, he was already lying on the ground, unconscious.
"Lin Qingyan!"
Lu Yuqi's heart skipped a beat. He quickly ran down and nervously helped the person on the ground up, but he didn't expect to come into contact with a sticky liquid. When he lifted his hand up, he found that there was a little blood on it.
The boy on the ground was unconscious, his breathing weak. A bloody, bright red liquid, filled with a fishy smell, flowed down from the back of his head, dripping onto the clean floor and stimulating Lu Yuqi's senses.
The athlete who hit the person froze for a moment before running off in a panic, his eyes wide with terror. "He's bleeding! What do I do... what do I do..."
"What do we do..." Lu Yuqi really wanted to kick him. He glared at the man hatefully and shouted in a trembling voice, "You fucking get someone here right now and get an ambulance! If anything happens to him, you're dead!!"
"I'll go right now, I'll go right now..."
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On the other side, the Gu Group.
Today, we have a very important collaboration to discuss with the other company. The atmosphere in the conference room is quiet and serious, with a group of men and women in suits sitting around the conference table.
As the subordinates spoke, the man sitting at the head of the table had a cold expression, but his calm and indifferent eyes held a serious look. Suddenly, the screen of his phone, which was lying next to him, lit up quietly. An Jing had called.
Gu Fei glanced at it, then casually looked away; it wasn't appropriate to answer the phone in this situation.
After a while, the other end of the phone hung up, and then another text message came in.
Gu Fei glanced at it casually again, but when he saw the text message displayed on the screen, his gaze froze, and a huge wave suddenly surged in his usually calm and indifferent eyes. A trace of anxiety and panic also appeared on his face.
In a split second, he picked up his phone and stood up. Everyone in the meeting room immediately turned to look at him. "Excuse me, everyone, I have an urgent matter to attend to. The meeting will continue."
Before anyone could react, the man, who was always calm and collected in the face of anything, strode quickly outside and disappeared from sight. You could tell from his back that he was in a hurry.
The people in the conference room looked at each other, their eyes filled with surprise and confusion. What urgent matter could possibly make Mr. Gu leave an important cooperation meeting halfway through?
After leaving the conference room, while waiting for the elevator, Gu Fei made a phone call to An Jing, his hand holding the phone trembling slightly.
"What exactly happened? Are the injuries serious?"
"Yan Yan fell down the stairs and bled from the back of her head. She's already been taken to the hospital." An Jing listened to the heavy breathing on the other end of the phone and reassured her, "Don't worry, there wasn't much blood. She should be fine."
"Send me your location, I'm coming over now." How could Gu Fei not be anxious? When he heard that Lin Qingyan was bleeding from the back of the head, his mind went blank for a moment.
After hanging up the phone, Gu Fei immediately drove to the hospital after getting out of the elevator. The hospital was near the recording base, and it would take two hours to drive there.
Not long after we started driving, we encountered the evening rush hour. A long line of cars formed on the road, all stuck at a traffic light. Even though it was only a hundred or two meters away, it took ten or twenty minutes to get through.
Looking at the rows of cars stuck in traffic ahead, Gu Fei's face showed a rare expression of annoyance.
The man's grip on the steering wheel tightened involuntarily, and the bluish veins on the back of his hand stood out. At this moment, all he could think about was his Yan Yan.
Mr. Gu had never been so panicked.
They were terrified of losing their most precious treasure.
He received another call from An Jing halfway there.
The other party said that the doctor had already treated Lin Qingyan's wounds. The injury was not serious, and a brain CT scan was performed. There were no problems. However, in addition to bleeding from the back of his head, his right hand was also fractured.
"We're here watching over things, so you don't need to worry."
"Okay, I understand."
Gu Fei hung up the phone, feeling a slight sense of relief, but her expression remained grim.
He stepped on the gas and sped up. The black Maybach sped past on the highway, kicking up a cloud of dust that gradually turned into a small black dot.
In the hospital on the other side, An Jing and Lu Yuqi stood outside the ward. A person stood before them, looking guilty and flustered, and stammered, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, it's all my fault..."
The speaker was Li Chuan, a trainee at Yi Hua Entertainment. He was also a member of the "Whale That Became an Island" group during the first performance, and he was the one who accidentally bumped into Lin Qingyan.
"If it's not your fault, who is it?!" Lu Yuqi cursed, grabbed Li Chuan's collar tightly, and was about to raise his fist to hit him in the face when An Jing stopped him.
"Don't do that, violence won't solve the problem."
"It's none of your business, let go!"
An Jing's voice turned colder, "Lu Yuqi."
Lu Yuqi let out a cold snort, reluctantly letting go of her hand, and plopped down on a bench by the corridor, his chest heaving violently as he silently fumed.
Li Chuan stared blankly at him, gritted her teeth, and whispered with red eyes, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to..."
When Gu Fei arrived at the hospital, the last rays of the setting sun were gradually disappearing, and it was already dark. After getting out of the car, he went straight to the ward, while the other three were still standing in the corridor outside.
"how's it going?"
"He's mostly fine, but he hasn't woken up yet."
Gu Fei ignored them and walked straight into the ward.
The night outside the window was hazy, and the ward was unusually quiet. Due to a head injury, the boy was lying on his side on the bed with gauze wrapped around his head. His delicate face was pale, and his thin lips were bloodless.
The light from the wall reflected on his face, his long, thick eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a raven-feather-like shadow under his eyes, making him appear pale and fragile.
Gu Fei even felt that the person in front of him was so fragile that he seemed about to disappear at any moment. He gently held Lin Qingyan's slightly cold hand and wrapped the boy's palm with his warmth.
He lowered his head and silently kissed the boy's cold fingertips. The man's voice was deep and husky, yet now it trembled slightly and held a tender, lingering affection, "Yan Yan..."
No one came in to disturb him, so Gu Fei held the boy's hand and sat quietly by the bed, watching over him. After a while, Gu Fei got up and went out again.
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