54 Just Protect Him!
Su Tang noticed Yuan Chiye's little trick, she quickly put down the music score in her hand and looked at Song Hanjun's situation.
"Are you okay?"
Song Hanjun covered his chest and shook his head gently.
"It's okay, Yuan Chiye didn't mean it."
Su Tang knew Yuan Chiye's temper and glared at him fiercely.
"Could you please stop making trouble?"
Yuan Chiye spread his hands and curled his lips in a careless manner.
"What a pretentious guy! I didn't mean to do that. What? Are you going to stand up for him?"
"Yuan Chiye! Can you please stop making trouble? Song Hanjun is already in poor health."
Yuan Chiye pursed his lips,
"It was just a touch. If he's not in good health, why did he participate in the draft?"
“Because he has the ability.”
Yuan Chiye looked at her with a slightly cold expression and smiled self-deprecatingly.
"Okay, just protect him! I want to see what abilities he has that deserve your favor."
He crossed his arms over his chest, his expression somewhat resentful, with a strong sour taste, as if he was really jealous.
Su Tang's eyebrows twitched. This couldn't go on. She had to find a way to straighten Yuan Chiye out. She couldn't let such a promising young man be ruined like this.
However, what she was most concerned about now was the final stunt performance, the backflip. She ignored Yuan Chiye and said to Song Hanjun,
"The final movement may require a lift,"
"Then let me help you try?" Song Hanjun was about to demonstrate the lifting action when Yuan Chiye squeezed in between the two of them and pushed Song Hanjun aside.
"Can his small body lift you?"
Song Hanjun, who was pretending to be weak just now, felt like he was shooting himself in the foot. He said tactfully,
"Try it. Poor health doesn't mean you don't have strength."
Just as Song Hanjun's hand was about to touch Song Tang's hip, Su Tang slightly opened her legs and prepared to jump.
Yuan Chiye pried open Song Hanjun's hands, and carried Su Tang on his shoulders with one hand around the waist. Under Song Hanjun's shocked gaze, he completed five squats.
"If you want to practice, you have to come to me. What can you do with your frail little body?"
Su Tang was dizzy from the bumpy ride and punched Yuan Chiye on the back.
"Put me down!"
"No! You have to understand one thing, I'm more capable than him!"
Su Tang was so angry that she jumped down and stepped hard on Yuan Chiye's instep.
"Are you childish? If you keep causing trouble, get out!"
The space freezes instantly.
Yuan Chiye was completely silent. He stared at Su Tang's angry face, then glanced at Song Hanjun who was watching the show next to him.
The corners of his mouth twitched, and he finally sneered.
"OK,"
Just when Su Tang thought he had really left, he sat down quietly in the corner, staring at her and Song Hanjun without saying a word.
Su Tang “…”
Su Tang was wondering if he was being too blunt. After all, Yuan Chiye, the young master, had never suffered any injustice. Just as he was about to say a few words of comfort,
Song Hanjun played the arranged music and came over.
"Let's integrate the last paragraph first,"
Su Tang then began to rehearse the last part with Song Hanjun. As soon as the music started,
Yuan Chiye was originally full of anger and had a gloomy expression, but then his expression gradually changed to one of surprise.
Unexpectedly, the sparks created by the two people were so brilliant, and Su Tang's choreography was also very touching. At a certain moment, Su Tang got stuck in the beat, and she scratched her short hair in frustration.
But when the music started the next time, he stepped on the notes accurately again.
Yuan Chiye didn't seem to have really known Su Tang. He thought he had performed exceptionally well when he sang the theme song.
He still said he would help her dance, as if it was not necessary at all.
However, Song Hanjun next to him was very annoying. The two of them cooperated too well and it was annoying.
Without Yuan Chiye's interruption, the two of them moved smoothly.
After a whole morning, it was finally done. Su Tang's forehead was soaked with sweat.
"Drink this,"
Yuan Chiye stood behind her without knowing when, holding an opened bottle of electrolyte drink in his hand.
Su Tang looked up at him.
Yuan Chiye's eyelashes drooped, casting a shadow under his eyes, and his tone was hard.
"With your small body, replenish your electrolytes and don't get heatstroke."
After saying that, he stuffed the drink into her hand and turned away.
Su Tang felt a headache when he saw his appearance.
"Yuan Chiye!"
He paused, without looking back.
"We will have our first rehearsal for Group B this afternoon. Please inform the other members."
Yuan Chiye relaxed his shoulders slightly and raised his hand to wave as a response.
*
In the afternoon, in the practice room,
Group training is live broadcast.
Several people appeared in front of the camera, and some people in the live studio began to be surprised.
[There are actually some people alive in Group B. I thought they would surrender without a fight.]
[I counted on my fingers and realized I haven't come to training for three days.]
[Group A has been rehearsing for two days, but Group B still can't get six people together.]
[Just go through the motions. After all, it's a live broadcast. It would be disrespectful to not show off a bit.]
[Of course, training is necessary. This is a public performance.]
[It doesn't matter. I'm going to lose anyway, but I have to maintain a positive attitude. I won't just stand there during the performance.]
[That's true. We, the audience, bought tickets. Don't force us to curse on the court.]
[Eh, two people are missing? What are they rehearsing?]
Su Tang sat on the ground and looked around. Ding Xiumin and Song Hanjun had not arrived yet.
Xu Yuzhou is still teaching Dyson to memorize Chinese lyrics.
Yuan Chiye sat against the wall, one leg stretched out and the other half bent. He glanced at Su Tang gloomily and turned his head away.
"Don't look at me, I've been notified."
As soon as Yuan Chiye finished speaking, Song Hanjun walked in from the door. He was wearing training clothes and a sports headband on his forehead. It was obvious that he came prepared.
Not to mention the blue and white sports headband on his forehead, which outlined his neat features, giving him a refreshing and energetic feeling of a sports boy. He greeted Su Tang with a faint smile.
"Captain, I'm sorry I'm a little late."
Su Tang was genuinely happy that Song Hanjun had overcome her inner fear and would definitely be able to stand on the stage normally in the future.
Yuan Chiye looked at the interaction between the two, his face full of dissatisfaction, his eyes dark, and his anger could not be concealed.
"Is Ding Xumin dead? I don't understand why we have training this afternoon?"
As soon as Yuan Chiye spoke, Xu Yuzhou and Dyson sat down straight. They looked at each other, and Xu Yuzhou spoke first.
"We're not familiar with Ding Xumin, but Song Hanjun seems to be in the same dormitory with him."
Song Hanjun put down his sports backpack and sat down next to Su Tang.
"When I came, he seemed to be still taking a nap. I called him but he didn't move."
Su Tang stood up.
"Forget it, I'll go call him."
“Let’s go together!”
Yuan Chiye's anger grew. He stood up, turned around, walked out of the training room and headed towards the dormitory.
The director knew that something was going on, so he quickly followed Su Tang and Yuan Chiye with the camera.
When Su Tang and Yuan Chiye found Ding Xiumin's dormitory, Ding Xiumin was still lying in bed sleeping.
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