The setting sun was clearly no longer blinding, but at this moment Ye Ying was a little afraid to look He Xizhou in the eye.
He didn't know why he was suddenly flustered. He lowered his eyes and organized his words clumsily. Unexpectedly, He Xizhou laughed first, and his handsome face regained his nonchalant and ruffian look, as if the almost affectionate tenderness just now was just an illusion created by the warm colors of the sunset.
"I bullied you last time when we were playing games, so I want to make it up to you this time." He Xizhou leaned over and said with a smile, "After all, we are the closest people."
Ye Ying was stunned for a moment, pursed her lips and pushed him away: "Who is closest to you?"
"Tsk, I noticed that classmate Ye Ying has become a little arrogant recently." He Xizhou knocked on the table in dissatisfaction, "You drank the porridge you bought, I'll give you another chance to organize your words."
Ye Ying ignored him, lowered her head and gulped down the whole bowl of porridge, not leaving a single mouthful for him.
Such a well-behaved and obedient person has also learned to show off her temper, but He Xizhou is sure that Ye Ying will never do this in front of others.
So, I got used to it?
His heart felt like it was being gently scratched by a soft cat's paw, it was itchy, he wanted to continue teasing, but he was afraid of crossing the line and getting angry, so he suppressed the thought, coughed and said, "The director also asked us to re-record the scene, so I'll go over after I finish eating."
Tonight they slept on the beach, in order to be able to see it at the beach tomorrow morning. The program team provided tents for all the students, two people in one tent, free to share.
Under normal circumstances, He Xizhou would never miss such a good opportunity, but too many things had happened today, and he felt that allowing himself and Ye Ying to stay alone for another night... might be a bit dangerous.
But God was against him. When they finished re-recording the interview footage, it was almost ten o'clock. His students had already divided into groups, and they were the only ones left.
He Xizhou: “…”
He had an indescribable expression on his face. Ye Ying accidentally glanced at him and asked curiously, "What's wrong, Brother He, do you have a toothache?"
"...It doesn't hurt." He Xizhou squeezed out a word, went to the bus to take down the people's luggage bags, and set up the tent with Ye Ying.
The tent looked small from the outside, but the space inside was spacious. He Xizhou laid a moisture-proof mat on the ground and brought in the pillows and thin blankets distributed by the program team. There was a small orange light in the corner of the tent, which reflected the space inside into a warm orange color. The sound of the waves became distant and vague, like a quiet and distant song in the night.
The air was very quiet, and He Xizhou felt a little nervous for some reason. He cleared his throat and was about to find a topic to talk about, but when he turned around, all his sounds were stuck in his throat.
Ye Ying is changing clothes.
He crossed his hands and held the hem of his T-shirt, lifting it up with his arms. A thin, white waist was exposed, and above that was a white, smooth chest, and a swan-like neck. The small orange light was lit dutifully, painting a layer of warm color on the boy's skin, as if it were a piece of smooth, warm jade. Just one look at it could make you imagine how it felt in your mind.
The T-shirt was taken off. Ye Ying picked up the blue pajamas with white flowers that he often wore and was about to put it on his head when he suddenly found that He Xizhou was staring at him as if he had lost his soul.
"What's wrong?"
"...Nothing." He Xizhou suddenly looked away, his Adam's apple rolled violently, and he stood up and unzipped the tent, "Go out for a run."
"Ah?" Ye Ying was stunned for a moment. Before she could stop him, the man had already swiftly slipped out of the tent and disappeared.
Ye Ying: “…”
After running for so long during the day, he still wants to run at night? Isn’t this too much energy…
Ye Ying wanted to talk to him about the repertoire for the third public performance, but after waiting for ten minutes, he still didn't come back, so he could prepare for bed. He Xizhou's luggage bag was not zipped up, and a blue corner was exposed. Ye Ying pinched the corner and pulled it, and a small blue starfish jumped out of the bag.
He Xizhouju also brought this pillow?
It seems like he really likes it... Why not give it to him?
Ye Ying pinched the soft pillow, held it in her arms, lay down, covered herself with the quilt and fell asleep.
He Xizhou ran along the beach for kilometers, barely venting a little of the energy and anger that had nowhere to vent, and only dared to walk back after his mind and body cooled down. As soon as he entered the tent, he immediately slowed down his movements - the other person inside had fallen asleep, with his face pressed against the pillow and puffed up a little, which was extremely cute.
A smile unconsciously appeared in He Xizhou's eyes. He changed his clothes gently, turned off the small orange lamp, and lay down beside Ye Ying.
He never thought that he would like someone so much one day. It seemed like fate had arranged it on purpose. He had noticed the boy since he took the wrong suitcase. The longer they spent together, the harder it was for him to look away.
His intelligence, his tenacity, his restraint, his smile, his vulnerability, his charm...
There were so many different Ye Yings, all of them in his heart. And today, probably everyone thought that the well-behaved and docile academic master was not good at this kind of shooting game, but he broke everyone's expectations again. He was like the calmest hunter, and also like the most cunning prey. He was so seductive when he pretended to be weak, and so handsome when he raised his gun and shot.
There are so many different Ye Yings, and He Xizhou likes each one of them to death.
The space in the tent seemed to suddenly become smaller, and the light breath that haunted his dreams surrounded him. He Xizhou's breathing gradually became heavier, and his eyes showed the ferocity and greed of a beast in the darkness, licking the boy's skin inch by inch, and the scorching temperature seemed to be real.
He wants to do bad things.
He wanted to pinch that waist that was as warm as jade, wanted to knead the pajamas that were stuck to her waist and back, wanted to bury his nose in that soft neck and take a deep breath of the scent that made him intoxicated, wanted to bite those beautiful pink lips and lick them hard to see if they were as sweet as the ones he tasted in his dreams.
He was almost going crazy thinking about it, but in the end he did nothing. He didn't even reach out to touch the boy's sleeping profile.
He Xizhou suddenly closed his eyes, turned over with his back to the person behind him, covered his face with the quilt, and fell asleep.
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It was just past four in the morning when Ye Ying called him to get up.
He Xizhou didn't know what time he fell asleep last night, and he was extremely sleepy now. If someone else had been clamoring like this at other times, he would have exploded long ago, but now it was Ye Ying who called him, so even if he was in a bad mood because of waking up, he forced himself to hold it back.
"What's so good about this..." He was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyelids. "Doesn't the sun rise every day..."
Faced with this outrageous straight man's remarks, Ye Ying said seriously: "But it's not often seen at the beach. We may not know when we will come to the beach next time."
He Xizhou held the child and groaned like a dead pig, and then there was no movement.
Ye Ying sighed. He knew how hard it was for He Xizhou to get up, and he was so tired yesterday, so he might as well sleep a little longer.
He changed his clothes, put on He Xizhou's black sports jacket, unzipped the tent and got out. The sun hadn't come out yet, the sky and the earth were gray, and the wind at the seaside was still a little cold in the early morning. Ye Ying pulled at the sleeves of her jacket and put her fingertips into the cuffs.
After sitting for a while, there was a rustling noise behind her. Ye Ying turned around and saw He Xizhou yawning and holding a thin blanket in his hand.
He asked, "Why did you get up?"
"Yes." Someone said something completely different from what he said before, "It's so rare to see it at the seaside."
Ye Ying smiled, He Xizhou sat next to him and draped the blanket over him.
They didn't say anything, just stood there quietly, looking at the horizon in the distance. The sky gradually dawned, from gray haze to blue. A golden arc appeared faintly at the junction of the sea and the sky, and gradually, the arc turned golden red and became a full circle.
The sea breeze brought a distant bird cry, and in an instant, a golden-red fireball suddenly jumped up from the depths of the sea, rising majestically. The layers of clouds and waves were dipped into bright orange, and the sea surface was also dyed red, like a boiling flame.
Ye Ying's black hair was blown by the morning breeze, her lips were slightly parted, and she stared at this magnificent sea scene without blinking, as if she was deeply attracted and shocked by the natural scenery.
He could see that He Xizhou was looking at him.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered the conversation he had with Mingyuechen yesterday.
Is it hard to have a crush on someone and not let him/her know, keeping the secret alone and waiting for a future with no certain result?
The answer is yes, but it doesn't seem to be entirely yes.
Fate sent this person to him, making him fall hopelessly in love with him. Although they couldn't fall in love immediately, fate mercifully allowed them to meet.
Like now, having him accompany me to watch a show and feel the same sea breeze is already a unique gift for him.
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The program team had originally arranged some exciting and thrilling sea projects, but considering that the trainees would have to participate in the third performance soon and were afraid of any accidents, they finally let them play some casual games on the beach and shoot some materials. This team building at the beach was successfully concluded.
The bus carrying thirty trainees returned to the training base. After a good relaxation, they became more motivated and devoted all their energy to the preparations for the third performance.
In the practice room of "Young Hero Travel", six teenagers sat in a circle, taking their parts for the lyrics.
His students speculated that when the top individuals get together, friction is more likely to occur because of who thinks they are the best, who wants to get the most eye-catching part, and who thinks standing in the center will bring the best effect on stage.
Some people even thought that the "Shao Xia You" group would start to protest in the practice room on the first day because no one was willing to obey other people's arrangements.
But that doesn't seem to be the case.
He Xizhou: "Ye Ying is C, the first chorus and the popular line will be given to him, is that ok?"
Others: “No problem.”
"Qiu Shuang and the style of this song are a good match. It will be more eye-catching if you open the show. You can sing the first verse."
Qiu Shuang: “OK!”
"Xu Qiongzhi will sing the second verse, Ming Yuechen the second chorus. I also want to arrange a rap in the middle," He Xizhou glanced at Li Jingfei, "You and? Your voice is quite suitable."
Li Jingfei had never sung rap before, but he was not opposed to this arrangement and nodded: "Okay."
So the lyrics were divided in this way, and the process took less than a minute. The efficiency was simply astonishing.
It's not because He Xizhou has the most stage experience that everyone listens to what he says, but because the proposal he puts forward is indeed the most suitable and superior. He Xizhou usually seems to be at odds with everyone except Ye Ying, but in fact he is very familiar with everyone's characteristics and styles, and he divides the words according to everyone's situation, so everyone is convinced.
"The lyrics are as they are for now. Feel free to ask for your thoughts." He Xizhou said, "We just watched the dance. What do you think?"
"So handsome!" Xu Qiongzhi's eyes sparkled. "His movements are so graceful, just like the ancient heroes. So cool and heroic. I love it!"
Indeed. "Young Hero's Journey" is a traditional Chinese style song, and the choreography also incorporates many classical dance elements into the popular style, but it is not abrupt at all. After watching the song, it is like flowing clouds and water, as if you see the ancient knights flying over eaves and walls and riding horses to the ends of the earth, elegant and chic.
"I think," Ye Ying said after a moment's silence, "can we add a factor to the dance?"
Everyone looked at him, and Ye Ying said, "Since he is a young hero from ancient times, what would you think of?"
"Think of it as a sword!" Qiu Shuang made a quick gesture, "Travel the world with a sword!"
Ye Ying nodded: "So can we add a sword dance?"
Everyone paused, and their eyes gradually brightened.
"I think it's OK." Ming Yuechen said, "It fits the characteristics of ancient style and can be considered a memorable point."
"I think it's feasible. But there is one thing," Li Jingfei said, "Sword dance is different from the dances we usually learn. In addition, if props are added, the possibility of mistakes will increase."
"But we still have a long time to practice!" Xu Qiongzhi was particularly interested in this suggestion, "Why don't we try it first?"
Ye Ying turned her gaze to He Xizhou, waiting for his final opinion.
He Xizhou didn't say much, he just stood up and said, "Go and talk to the production team and ask them to invite a professional sword dance master."
The program crew probably had high hopes for their group, and the sword dance master arrived soon, bringing six peach wood swords and asking them to practice with the wooden swords at the beginning.
It is indeed not easy to learn sword dance for the first time. It requires a high degree of coordination of "hand, eye, body, technique and step" so that the dance can be pleasing to the eye. Some other stunts are also extremely difficult, such as swinging the sword, turning the sword, throwing the sword and catching the sword. It is difficult to become proficient and fluent without practicing hundreds of times.
The boys were in trouble at the beginning. Qiu Shuang's sword flew out and hit Li Jingfei on the back. Xu Qiongzhi's sword was thrown up but not caught, and it went straight to He Xizhou's head. If this sword was real, I'm afraid the scene would be very brutal and bloody.
He Xizhou: "...I suspect you did it on purpose."
"Really not." Xu Qiongzhi blinked, "Look at the sincere look in his eyes!"
The practice room was in a mess. These geniuses in the eyes of others became particularly clumsy and stiff after entering a new field. One joke after another was made. The laughter, the sound of wooden swords breaking through the air, and the exclamations intertwined, making this practice room particularly lively. The sword dance master looked at this group of smart, studious and energetic boys, stroked his beard and sighed, "It's good to be young!"
"That's all you'll learn today. Digest it well after class." After an hour of class, the sword dance master said, "Don't worry. You've learned very quickly. To be honest, my apprentice is not as smart as you."
The boy bowed respectfully to the teacher and thanked him, and then he walked him out of the practice room. After returning, He Xizhou picked up the water bottle and said, "Take a break and continue practicing in 20 minutes."
At the same time, instructors Wang Henian and Luo Ziteng were also inspecting the practice of each group in each practice room.
"Is this Ye Ying's group?" Luo Ziteng said, "I'm really looking forward to their group."
Pei Changxu smiled: "I heard that they asked the program team to help hire a sword dance teacher, and they are secretly practicing new skills."
After he said this, all the mentors became interested. Wang Henian sighed: "They are smart and eager to learn, solid and innovative. Privately speaking, it is not impossible for all the members of this group to debut."
The famous instructor was very interested in sword dancing. They went to the practice room of "Shao Xia You" together and opened the door with great anticipation.
“Take this!” Seeing Qiu Shuang wielding the peach wood sword with great force, he stretched out his hand and made an exaggerated gesture, “Six Meridians Divine Sword, ha!!”
Li Jingfei pushed his sword away with a hand, maintaining a cold expression, but the sword in his hand swung out and collided violently with Qiu Shuang's sword, causing a fierce fight.
"Have you heard of the two-sword style?" He Xizhou held a peach wood sword in each hand, looking very proud, "Look at the two-sword style, and die!"
After saying that, he rushed over and started fighting Ming Yuechen. Ye Ying couldn't stand his arrogance, so she took up her sword and joined the battle. The three of them fought together.
Xu Qiongzhi had just been unable to fight back against He Xizhou, so she took the opportunity to sneak around behind He Xizhou and suddenly shouted, "He dog, the time for revenge has finally come! Look at my newly invented invincible trick - the butt-poking sword!!!"
After saying that, he stabbed and put the tip of the sword on He Xizhou's butt.
The instructors at the door: “…”
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