On the third morning, Ye Ying got up at 6:30 as usual, and then went to call He Xizhou.
He Xizhou was still sleeping like a dead pig, not moving at all.
Although Ming Yuechen taught him how to wake He Xizhou up, Ye Ying hesitated for a moment and still couldn't do it. He stood at the head of the bed and thought about it, and at a certain moment, an idea suddenly came to his mind: "Brother He, if you don't get up, I will find someone else to learn dancing?"
The next second, He Xizhou suddenly opened his eyes and uttered two words in a sinister voice: "You dare."
"I don't dare." Ye Ying couldn't help but chuckle, "Then I'll wait for you?"
"Two minutes." He Xizhou looked irritable as if he had not yet woken up. He put on his work clothes and jumped down from the upper bunk, and went to wash up with his hair in a mess.
Several people from Fenghua Entertainment were shocked to see He Xizhou in the restaurant at seven o'clock yesterday morning, but it was not so strange to see him again today.
Looking at He Xizhou's back as he walked beside Ye Ying and kept putting food on the boy's plate, Luo Zihui sighed, "My He brother is really not the same He brother as before. He used to be a lion who looked down on the heroes, but now..."
Now it looks like a tamed golden retriever.
Ming Yuechen chuckled: "Maybe this is what they call one thing conquers another."
He Jinmao Xizhou looked at Ye Ying's plate, still not satisfied, and gave him a few more golden and plump fried dumplings. Ye Ying was a little embarrassed: "Brother He, I really can't eat it."
"Eat as much as you can," He Xizhou said dissatisfiedly, "Your current appetite can't support your exercise. What if you faint from exhaustion in the middle of your exercise?"
Ye Ying could only obediently try to eat, but in the end there were still three fried dumplings left. Just as she was looking at the plate with some embarrassment, a pair of chopsticks came over and picked up the dumplings and ate them.
Ye Ying was startled: "Ah..."
He Xizhou finished his remaining dumplings in two bites, picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth: "Let's go."
Ye Ying felt very embarrassed and thought to herself that she would never leave any leftovers next time.
When they arrived at the practice room, the other team members had not arrived yet, so the two of them did warm-up exercises first, and then Ye Ying went to stretch his legs and shoulders in front of the bar as usual. He listened to He Xizhou's advice and insisted on flexibility exercises every day. Now his body is much softer and more flexible than when he first entered the camp, and his joints are not so stiff when he dances.
He Xizhou walked over: "Can I help you?"
"Okay." Ye Ying held the handle with both hands, leaned forward, stretched his arms and lowered his shoulders. He Xizhou held his shoulders and slowly helped him press down.
The boy's body was curved in a soft arc, his snow-white shoulders and neck were sunken, and his arms were thin and slender. From He Xizhou's perspective, he looked like a little swan spreading its wings, ready to fly.
But they were too thin. He Xizhou felt the slightly raised shoulder blades under his palms, and thought vaguely that they were not fully grown yet, very fragile, as if if he used more strength, these wings would be broken.
Shoulder and leg stretching is commonplace for people who have learned dancing since childhood, but it is still not friendly to people like Ye Ying who have changed their ways. Every time he stretches his legs, it is very painful. The sharp tearing pain almost makes him sweat. Shoulder stretching is slightly better, but he often cannot persist for too long.
Ye Ying was not someone who was afraid of pain, and she would not stop unless she reached her limit. But this time, she really couldn't stand it any longer. For some reason, He Xizhou had no intention of letting go. Ye Ying endured it until sweat broke out on her forehead. Finally, she couldn't help but tilt her head and said, "Brother He, it hurts a little..."
He Xizhou suddenly came to his senses and immediately let go. Seeing Ye Ying's face turn red with pain, he immediately regretted it: "Sorry, are you hurt?"
"It's okay." Ye Ying slowly moved her aching and burning shoulders, and finally gradually recovered, and breathed a sigh of relief. He Xizhou was still a little worried, and rubbed his shoulders carefully again: "Are you really not hurt?"
"No, I know." Ye Ying didn't expect He Xizhou to be so worried. She wanted to comfort him, but her teammate Zhao Liang came in. Seeing them stunned for a moment, he smiled and said, "Brother He is giving people massages himself?"
He Xizhou's attention was all on Ye Ying, and he didn't explain. He was completely relieved when he saw that Ye Ying was indeed able to move freely.
Teammates gradually gathered and started today's rehearsal. Ye Ying's part was basically done, except for a very critical stunt - the two teammates on the left and right lifted him up and threw him forward. He needed to stabilize his body in mid-air and land smoothly, and then sing the lyrics of the part. If this action can be done perfectly, the effect presented on the stage will be very amazing, but on the contrary, if there is a mistake, it will leave a great regret.
"In fact, it's most appropriate for you to do the action." Qi Rui said, "You are the lightest, so it's easier to lift you up. It would be a bit troublesome if someone else did it."
This group is full of tall guys over 180cm tall. Not only is it difficult to lift, but the result is not aesthetically pleasing.
"Looking at the formation, Yan Hong and I will help you when the time comes." Luo Zihui said, "Shall we give it a try?"
"good."
"Move slowly for the first time." He Xizhou said from the side, "You two should also hold back a little, don't let him fall."
"I know this even if you don't tell me," Luo Zihui said, "I can't bear to let my little brother Ye fall. Brother Ye, be careful. You're stepping on my hand."
He and Yan Hong stood on either side of Ye Ying, holding Ye Ying's arms to lift him up: "How is it?"
Ye Ying slowly found her center of gravity and maintained her balance, signaling them to let go: "That's enough."
"Then we ask for help?" Yan Hong said, "One, two——"
After counting to three, they both lifted Ye Ying forward with a little force at the same time. Ye Ying's feet left the supporting point and she immediately lost her balance and was about to fall from mid-air.
"Oh my god--" Luo Zihui was startled and ran forward to help, but He Xizhou had already stepped forward, quickly stretched out his arms and caught Ye Ying in his arms.
The two people who were rushing by inertia took a few steps back. Ye Ying steadied herself and looked up and asked, "Did it hit you?"
"You're still asking me," He Xizhou said unhappily, holding his waist, "If I hadn't caught you, you'd have a hole in your head!"
"How can it be so exaggerated?" Ye Ying said with a smile, "I'm not stupid. If I really fell, I would definitely protect my head first." He took two steps back, turned around and said to Luo Zihui and Yan Hong, "Come again."
Because of what happened last time, the two of them didn't dare to use too much strength this time. Ye Ying comforted them instead: "This won't work, just use your strength normally."
After trying this for twenty or thirty times, Ye Ying gradually mastered the technique of maintaining balance. Although she fell a few times in the middle, she succeeded more and more often and landed more and more steadily.
"Sure, Brother Ye!" Luo Zihui said happily, "It's almost done!"
"Try with me a few more times?" Ye Ying rubbed her right knee, which was a little painful after being knocked a few times. "I'll try to get the feeling again."
"no problem."
The two men lifted Ye Ying up again, but the moment they let go, Yan Hong cried out "Oops" in his heart.
He overexerted himself!
As expected, the uneven force on both sides caused Ye Ying to completely lose her balance. Her body tilted and fell down, and her right knee hit the floor hard, making a loud, teeth-grinding sound.
Seeing that their training was almost finished, He Xizhou went to the other side to instruct three other team members. When he heard the noise, he turned around suddenly and then ran over here!
This time the knock was quite serious. Ye Ying even broke out in cold sweats for a few seconds. He couldn't even hold himself up with his palms on the wooden floor. His right knee hurt whenever he moved. His teammates ran over and surrounded him. He Xizhou helped him up, carefully lifted his right leg, and rolled up his pants. His face changed color when he saw it.
My knee was bleeding.
"I'm sorry!" Yan Hong's face turned pale, "I used too much force just now! It's all my fault!"
He didn't expect that his mistake would cause his teammate to be injured so seriously, and his eyes turned red with regret.
"Go call the medical staff." He Xizhou said quickly, "They said a student broke his knee and is bleeding."
Luo Zihui ran out immediately. He Xizhou stared at Ye Ying's face, which was in pain. "Can you still move your legs?"
"It's OK. I was just stunned by the fall just now. I don't think I have any broken bones." Ye Ying looked at the heavy expressions of her teammates, "It should be fine. It won't affect the performance."
The teammates were silent. If it was really a fracture, Ye Ying would definitely not be able to perform on stage. The impact of one less person in the team was not that big, they could still rehearse the formation again, but for Ye Ying, such an extremely important opportunity had slipped away.
In order to prevent various emergencies, medical staff were always on standby at the Dream Base. Soon a doctor came over with a medical kit and examined Ye Ying's knee.
As everyone waited with bated breath, the doctor said, "Fortunately, there are no fractures."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. He Xizhou's tense nerves relaxed a little and he wiped away the cold sweat from his palms with his backhand.
"But your knee is already swollen, so you still need to bandage it up and take care of it. You'd better not dance in the next few days." The doctor sprayed Ye Ying's knee with swelling and pain relief medicine and wrapped it with a medical bandage. "Change the dressing twice a day, morning and evening, be sure to do it on time."
He Xizhou was about to ask the doctor if there were any other precautions, but Ye Ying had already spoken: "If I continue dancing, will there be any adverse effects?"
The doctor smiled, as if he thought the boy had asked a stupid question: "Of course it is not conducive to wound healing."
Ye Ying: "That means it won't cause any serious sequelae, right?"
Doctor: "As long as you don't fall so hard again, it won't be a big problem."
Ye Ying nodded: "Thank you."
The doctor told him to have a good rest, left him some swelling-reducing medicine and left. Ye Ying definitely couldn't practice again today, so everyone asked him to go back to the dormitory to rest and recuperate.
"It's inconvenient for him to walk, Brother He, can you carry him back?" Luo Zihui looked worried, "Brother Xiaoye, you should have a good rest, there is still a lot of time, wait until your legs are better and then continue to practice."
"Okay," Ye Ying smiled, "Don't worry, it's really okay."
He looked at He Xizhou who was silent and said, "You don't have to carry me. Brother He, can you give me a hand?"
He Xizhou still didn't say anything. He took a step forward and picked up Ye Ying horizontally before he could react.
Ye Ying was shocked: "Wait——"
"Still trying to show off?" He Xizhou gave him a cold look. Ye Ying found that he seemed really angry, so she judged the situation and shut her mouth, shrinking her neck like a quail and keeping silent.
He was light in weight, so He Xizhou had no difficulty carrying him. He did not explain anything when he saw several students looking at him in surprise on the way. He just walked all the way to the dormitory with a gloomy face and put him on a chair.
Everyone is in the practice room at this time and the dormitory is empty.
"Brother He, go and train." Ye Ying didn't want to waste his time, "I'm fine."
He Xizhou ignored his words and asked in a deep voice: "What did you mean by asking the doctor just now? Do you still want to practice this movement?"
Ye Ying looked at him, paused and asked, "What else?"
"Remove it." He Xizhou said expressionlessly, "No need for this move."
He tried his best to suppress it, but his voice still revealed obvious anxiety and anger, and he didn't know whether it was directed at Ye Ying or at himself.
Just a moment ago, he wasn't watching from the side and the accident happened.
If he had been watching, if he had paid more attention, would Ye Ying not have been hurt today?
Ye Ying was neither surprised nor angry after hearing He Xizhou's arbitrary words. On the contrary, his eyebrows softened slightly and he asked softly, "Brother He, if it was you who fell today, would you remove this action?"
Of course not, He Xizhou said in his heart.
This is a question that does not need to be thought about. He started learning dancing at the age of four and suffered many injuries, including fractures of arms, legs and feet. Even his father said he was stubborn and did not follow him to learn acting, but chose to suffer those hardships.
But He Xizhou was never afraid of hardship. He seemed to be born with a rebellious nature. The more serious the injury, the stronger his unwillingness to admit defeat became. He didn't know who he was fighting against.
Ye Ying obviously knew his answer: "Then why would you compromise when it came to me? Don't you believe I can do it well?"
"...I don't disbelieve you." He Xizhou said with a frown.
"I know." Ye Ying smiled, her eyes curved. Even though she wasn't standing in the sun or on the stage, her eyes were still filled with beautiful light. "You're worried about me."
Are you worried?
He Xizhou didn’t know what to say. Worry was only half right. The more accurate answer was heartache.
This was a bit hypocritical, and he didn't understand why he had such an emotion. He had always been dismissive of pain and setbacks. When he was a child, he accidentally dislocated his arm while practicing dancing, but after it was put back in place, he could continue with the next move without changing his expression.
But now, he looked at the boy's knee wrapped in snow-white bandages and heard him stubbornly say that he could continue practicing, but he couldn't stop feeling heartbroken.
...I feel so heartbroken.
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