The man's palm pressed against the soft flesh behind her neck, and his fingertips felt slightly hot as he rubbed it, and a tingling sensation surged towards her ears.
His breath sprayed on her cheek, a little warm and rapid.
Lin Luosang couldn't resist at all. All her cries were wrapped in the man's tongue and swallowed by his lips and teeth. Her wrists were pressed against the cold wall and her legs were also held down.
Pei Hanzhou held her in all directions, biting her lower lip so hard that it hurt.
The more she struggled, the more aggressive Pei Hanzhou's oxygen plundering plan became, until she could no longer breathe. She uttered a few syllables with all her strength and bit him back several times. Only then did the man regain his senses and turned his head away.
Lin Luosang lost her balance and was about to fall down. The man grabbed her with one hand. She tried hard to pry his hand open, but she had no strength at all.
So he had to give up, tugging at his sleeve with one limp hand, patting his chest with the other to calm himself down, and coughing madly with his head down.
The unscrupulous capitalists' cruelty was indeed well-deserved. Even a whole morning of voice training and an hour on the treadmill hadn't caused her to suffer from oxygen deprivation like this—
But he can.
While coughing, he was still saying something, mixed with key words like "I want".
Pei Hanzhou caught the point and leaned over to whisper, "What do you want?"
"I'm going to..." She pressed against his earlobe, her breath swirling into his ear, "...kill you."
“…”
As she was calming her breathing, a black Audi unexpectedly drove out of the underground passage.
The Audi driver was annoyed that the two of them were clumping together and blocking the road, so he leaned over the steering wheel and honked the horn a few times. The man looked back impatiently, his brows furrowed and his lips red.
His face was really easy to recognize, especially his aura. A few muffled noises immediately rang out from inside the car: "Fuck, is that Pei Hanzhou?!"
The car window suddenly rolled down, and a round head popped out from the passenger seat, waving and greeting: "Sorry, brother, I'm a bad driver. You, you continue, let's go another way..."
After saying that, the man stretched his neck again to see who was next to him. Lin Luosang noticed his gaze and raised his hand to cover his cheek. Pei Hanzhou also turned sideways in time, and did not forget to turn around and give him another killing look.
The onlooker shivered with cold and quickly drew back his head, which was illuminated by the incandescent light. "Let's go now! Let's go now... Why are you standing there and turning around?"
The last sentence was for the driver.
After retreating into the car, the man muttered to himself, "Although I didn't see his full face, I'm sure that person is definitely Lin Luosang."
Driver: “Why?”
"The face is covered with just one hand! Who else besides Lin Luosang has such a small face!!"
…
Lin Luosang, who was at the center of the conversation, finally regained his breathing rhythm after a few minutes, and his escaping thoughts were pulled back to reason.
She was half hanging on Pei Hanzhou's arm. Fortunately, the man was strong and she did not fall to the ground.
Despite this, she couldn't help but look up, staring at him with her wet eyes without any deterrence, and whispered: "Are you crazy? Do you know where this is?"
The man raised his hands and covered her eyes.
Lin Luosang:?
Pei Hanzhou replied calmly, seemingly making a very reasonable response: "Who told you to meet Duan Qing again?"
"Is that even a meeting..." She finally understood the man's motive and muttered speechlessly, "It was just a meal after New Year's Eve. He was originally in the private room next door, but who knew he had to come out with me, and he insisted on playing out some Qiong Yao male lead drama. If I had known this was going to happen, I wouldn't have gone at all."
The man continued to mutter, "But you still let him fix your scarf."
"I didn't. I dodged it. He didn't even touch a single strand of wool." She pressed his wrist. "That was just an optical illusion. Don't you know there's a technique called borrowing shots in filming?"
As he spoke, he became more reasonable: "But you, the dignified CEO of Zaizhou, actually hid in the parking garage and peeked..."
Before she could finish her words, a shadow fell in front of her again, and the man seemed to be about to move over to stop her chattering. Fortunately, Lin Luosang reacted in time, folded her hands and covered the lower half of her face tightly, not giving the man any chance to take advantage.
Pei Hanzhou reached out and, without a doubt...took off her scarf, then tied it up again after wrapping it around a few times.
Lin Luosang: "That's enough. If you keep pulling, I'm going to be strangled to death."
After completely twisting her scarf into his own shape, the man nodded and said, "Let's go, get in the car."
She asked, "I just saw Yue Hui's car leave. Did you let them go?"
"Well, I have a car."
The man opened the passenger door nearby and motioned for her to get in. Lin Luosang looked at the empty passenger seat and turned around to ask, "Where's the driver?"
The man's voice circled around and returned to her side.
Pei Hanzhou said softly: "I."
"You drive," she said, leaning over and touching her seatbelt. "No wonder you were so aggressive just now. It turns out there's no driver."
“…”
After thinking for a moment, Lin Luosang continued, "You'll lose points for doing this, understand?"
Pei Hanzhou frowned: "What do you mean by deducting points?"
"Just like what happened just now, forcing me to... that thing."
She uttered a few syllables hastily, then cleared her throat and said sternly, "As a candidate for regularization, committing such a foul will result in a point deduction."
Pei Hanzhou then remembered that he was still in the process of pursuing someone and had not yet officially become a regular employee.
"Really?" the man said slowly. "How much?"
Teacher Lin, who had a strong ability in grading, said slowly, "Sixty."
Pei Hanzhou: "How much is it after deduction?"
Lin Luosang did some random calculations before saying fairly and impartially, "Negative twenty points."
To prevent him from asking more questions, she finished the whole thing in one breath, as if she was still giving instructions in the practice room.
"You need to have 100 to graduate. Mr. Pei knows this, right?"
"Now I know."
After saying that, the man unbuckled his seat belt and seemed to be ready to turn sideways to unbuckle hers the next second.
Lin Luosang's heart skipped a beat, and he had a vague bad premonition. He held on to his lock tightly and asked, "What are you doing?"
He had a reason and he opened his eyelids, looking at her with an obscure gaze, his Adam's apple rolling.
"Since I've already got negative points, I might as well just give up and stay here—"
Lin Luosang swallowed his saliva.
The man said calmly, "I'll give you..."
"Wait—" Lin Luosang interrupted in time, stepped back towards the car window, and said with a wry smile, "No, I changed my mind. It's not easy for you to get credits. Occasionally, a slight mistake like this is understandable."
She extended two fingers and carefully pushed him back to his original position. "I have to go see the trainees early tomorrow morning and teach them how to dance. I absolutely cannot set a wrong example. You should concentrate on driving and earning your credits."
Pei Hanzhou raised his eyebrows: "Really not going to deduct it?"
She shook her head like a rattle: "No more."
As if his goal had been achieved, the man lowered his head and sneered, then turned back to his original position.
Looking at the corners of the man's lips raised in satisfaction, Lin Luosang, who had originally had the upper hand, suddenly fell into a disadvantageous position. Only after the car drove out of the parking lot did she slowly react.
…Does she seem to have been played again?
Lin Luosang reflected on the experiences and lessons learned over the past few months and felt that he could not be blamed. After all, this unscrupulous businessman was really... too cunning.
The car was driving slowly, which felt like a night drive. It was New Year's Eve tonight, and the streets were brightly lit. There were screams of enthusiastic celebration in the entertainment venues, and young boys and girls scattered like chess pieces at the doorways of the buildings.
She rolled down the car window and leaned outside to look at the night view.
She was far away from the crowd, and no one could see who she was. Most of the people stopped to look at her because of the car Pei Hanzhou was driving. A young man who knew cars exaggeratedly gestured to his companions about the car body, trying to explain that this car looked simple but was actually so expensive that it would make people's souls leave their bodies.
Occasionally, a pedestrian crossing the road would suddenly rush to the car door, glance at her casually, and then look at the traffic light across the road as if nothing had happened. After walking out for a few seconds, he would take a breath and suddenly realize that the person he saw was not an ordinary person. Unfortunately, when he turned back to look for her, the car had already merged into the vast traffic flow.
Lin Luosang raised his cheeks to the moonlight, his eyelids gently covered by the starlight, and he suddenly felt relaxed.
Such simple and lifelike little happiness is located everywhere along the way, as if it is within reach and inexhaustible.
The car gradually drove into a sparsely populated street. Lin Luosang saw a flower shop along the way and called out to Pei Hanzhou: "Wait a moment, I'll be back soon."
After getting off the car, she tugged at her scarf, and when she was about to reach the door of the flower shop, she covered most of her face with it. Then she went in and bought a dozen flowers. When she walked out of the store, she found that the man had also gotten out of the car and was leaning against the car door looking at her.
He has a good figure, and the moonlight makes him look even taller and slenderer. The tail of his windbreaker blows back and forth, hitting the car body.
Just as she was about to go forward, she suddenly saw a child making a snowman on the lawn not far away. The child kept calling for his mother because he couldn't find a second branch. However, his mother was happily chatting with her friends and didn't pay any attention to him at all.
A gentleman helps others to achieve their goals. Lin Luosang temporarily changed his route, walked to the child, took out a flower and put it on the right side of the snowman.
"Thank you, sister!" The child looked up at her contentedly, "Can you help me with the stack?!"
Thinking about it carefully, it seemed like she hadn't built a snowman for a long time. She was persuaded by her friends to do it a few times in junior high and high school. When she was abroad, she mostly stayed in the apartment. After her debut, she had even less time.
Fortunately, the light here was dim. She used her hair to cover most of her face, slowly squatted down, poked the child's soft face, and asked, "What else do you want to pile?"
"A small house."
"But someone is waiting for me..."
The snow gradually fell heavier. Suddenly, footsteps were heard behind her. It was the man who came up to her again with an umbrella and whispered, "Let's build a pile."
She turned around, looked up, her long hair scattered on her shoulders: "Won't it be boring for you to wait?"
"No," he leaned over, and with his slender fingers he picked off the snowflakes stuck to the ends of her hair, "I'll stay with you."
In fact, she had no interest in the snow tonight. She just wanted to amuse the child, so she casually reached out and grabbed two handfuls to feel the warmth of the snow.
As a result, looking at the snow in the palm of his hand, his obsessive-compulsive disorder came back, and the desire to do everything to the best of his ability surged up. Lin Luosang lowered his head again and carved it carefully for a long time. Finally, he nodded with satisfaction, and felt a sense of accomplishment.
She opened her palm towards the man and said, "Here."
Pei Hanzhou felt that this thing was quite familiar, but he still couldn't confirm his absurd feeling, so he just frowned and asked, "What is this?"
"Ma Tuan," she said, "you don't even recognize your son?"
“…”
The thought was confirmed, and the frown on the man's brow deepened. He didn't understand why she wanted to create a third party in such a good atmosphere.
She soon heard the man ask, "You've been busy for so long, just for the glutinous rice balls?"
"That's all I can think of," Lin Luosang casually grabbed another handful of snow, then folded and unfolded his palm slightly. A spherical object appeared in the center of his palm. "Look, at first glance, doesn't it look like a glutinous rice ball?"
Pei Hanzhou said stiffly: "Not like it."
Lin Luosang curled his lips and said, "You are too cold to your son."
"He's not a real son."
"……Um?"
"Nothing." The man pulled her up and motioned for them to leave.
After being pulled forward a few steps by the man, Lin Luosang turned back with a lingering look at the cloned robot lying on the snow. "Just leaving like that? Where's Ma Tuan?"
She originally wanted to ask if she wanted to take a picture or put it in the car and wait for it to melt, but the man replied indifferently -
“Let it die on its own.”
“…”
Lin Luosang no longer had the heart to care about his own creation. After all, his palms had been exposed to the wind for so long and were a little cold now.
She was putting her hands in her pockets to keep them warm, and then she blinked, and a sudden brake stopped the man as well.
She placed her red knuckles against the man's jaw and asked softly, "Ice?"
"……ice."
The man said in a deep voice, pulling her hand down.
The wind direction was unpredictable and changed rapidly. When Lin Luosang turned his head, his eyes were blinded by his bangs. When he reached out to push his hair away, he realized that his hand was being held by Pei Hanzhou.
She subconsciously pulled it out, but he held it too tightly and she couldn't pull it out.
Thinking that he was unconscious, Lin Luosang gave the man some time to react, then pulled it out again, trying to regain control of his palm.
Not only did the man not let go, he pulled it and stuffed it deep into his pocket.
Lin Luosang appealed to his reason and emotion: "My hair is messy."
"You can still use your left hand, right?" someone said righteously. "Give it out. I'm afraid you'll be cold."
She choked for a moment, then blew her bangs away with a forced smile.
"Thank you, you're so nice."
Unexpectedly, she was photographed even though she was fully armed. When she saw the snow map of herself and Pei Hanzhou on the homepage, she was almost scared.
When I clicked on it, I saw that fortunately, the blogger only took pictures of their backs and did not recognize them.
In the photo, she was squatting and kneading glutinous rice balls, while Pei Hanzhou was standing behind her, with the umbrella in his hand tilted towards her uncontrollably.
The warm yellow lights of the flower shop not far away spread out across a large area, giving the whole picture a gentle tone. Even the snowflakes flying in the sky seemed quiet and gentle.
The blogger said: [I took this photo when I was coming home from overtime. It was so sweet, I wanted to share it with everyone.]
Everyone's response was very polite: [You are looking at the scenery on the snow, and the people looking at the scenery are looking at you from behind. I bumped into it, thank you.]
Someone else asked about the follow-up: [Although there is no cause and effect, the scene has an inexplicable magical power that makes people's energy level full. Is there a follow-up? I want to see what the girl pinched~]
The blogger replied: [I was about to go up and take a look at her face, but the girl was quickly pulled away by her boyfriend hhhh The girl was pinching a very small thing, and I couldn’t tell what it was [Picture]]
Several people in the building recognized:
[Isn't this a glutinous rice ball? ]
[Lin... Lin Luosang and Pei Hanzhou? Oh my god, I wouldn't dare make such an assumption. From the back, he does look like Pei Hanzhou, but holding an umbrella definitely doesn't look like him. Mr. Pei can only hold all the umbrellas by himself. It's good enough that he doesn't need others to hold an umbrella for him (Sorry, Mr. Pei, I really am your fan)]
[They are the only couple I've ever seen who seem like a perfect match but rarely appear in the same frame. Before seeing this picture, I was a firm believer in a sham marriage, but after seeing this, I'm no longer convinced.]
Everyone guessed for a long time, analyzing everything from clothing to hairstyle. Unfortunately, Lin Luosang changed into a thick down jacket after getting on the car. There were too few clues and netizens failed to analyze it.
Lin Luosang just smiled and watched everyone guessing. Later, he was interrupted by other reminders and stopped watching. Who knew that when he casually checked before going to bed, he found that Pei Hanzhou's boring Weibo had liked that photo ten minutes ago.
The next day, Pei Hanzhou immediately asked her, "Why didn't you pay attention to me?"
"What do you mean by attention?" Lin Luosang took a bite of the purple sweet potato. "Weibo? I thought you didn't use your Weibo anymore."
Seeing Pei Hanzhou didn't say anything, she continued to ask: "Why, are you planning to have some fun recently?"
"Um."
"I don't have my hands free right now, so you can add me using my phone." After a pause, Lin Luosang said, "Why are you using Weibo all of a sudden?"
He said calmly, "I just think... this software is pretty good."
After finishing her meal quickly, she didn't have time to check whether the follow-up was completed, and rushed to Tingcheng to check on the progress of the trainees.
With their first performance approaching, they only have a few days to prepare.
A performance is a public performance that sells tickets and is watched by real fans. The trainees still form their original groups and, after being guided by the mentors, they compete publicly on the performance stage.
Although it is a final battle among the trainees, it is also closely related to the level of the instructors.
As soon as she arrived at the practice room, the classroom immediately became lively.
"Teacher Sangsang! Happy New Year!!"
"Teacher, your New Year's Eve performance was full of great content, especially that scene at the end where he picked up the microphone. It was so cool. How did you do that?!"
"Teacher, please perform it for us again."
"My adaptability during that segment was incredible. Even my mom changed her mind. She initially disagreed with me participating in this show, but after watching the New Year's Eve performance last night, she called me and said, 'Hey, I think your instructor is quite good at dancing. Go learn from him!' Hahahaha!"
Everyone started to make a fuss, and Lin Luosang could only repeat the action from last night. When he turned around, he grabbed the microphone neatly and decisively, and when he stood up again, he did not relax his expression at all. His long hair twirled along with the action, looking both cool and beautiful.
Lin Luosang looked at the crowd of admirers in front of him and asked, "Want to know the secret?"
"think!!"
"Stage accidents are inevitable. To successfully resolve them, the most important thing is to be familiar with the movements and never panic."
"How can I not panic?"
"Practice," she said. "Speaking of which, how's your performance rehearsal going? Let me see."
The tutor's task came suddenly, just like before I had even finished getting to know the teacher at the beginning of the school year, the teacher ruthlessly slapped the table and gave me the task - to hand in the winter vacation homework.
Most of the groups practiced seriously, especially the ones under Lin Luosang. Perhaps with Lin Luosang's stage encouragement, they did not relax. Even though their initial ratings were not AB, their stage presentation was not inferior at all.
However, there were still two groups of trainees who were usually noisy and rather lax. They made several mistakes in the dance and two of them even stood in the wrong position. However, they relaxed in front of Lin Luosang, and the group of girls laughed so hard that they couldn't straighten their backs.
Lin Luosang never interrupted trainees, but at this moment he couldn't help but tap the microphone and ask, "Is it funny?"
The classroom suddenly became quiet. Everyone realized Lin Luosang's seriousness and pursed their lips nervously.
"We've given you a few days, and you can't even memorize the moves. The remaining days should be spent correcting your mistakes, not learning the steps," Lin Luosang pinched his brow helplessly. "If you make mistakes on stage, how can you be worthy of the audience who paid to watch you?"
"After the first performance, we'll be eliminated based on our rankings. One hundred will be reduced to sixty. Almost half of the contestants will miss the next performance. And yet you're still not pulling yourself together. What are you thinking? Do you know how rare this opportunity is?"
She looked at the girl in the center who had just been teasing her, asking "Why didn't you panic?" and said slowly, "Mao Ying, you asked me why I didn't panic when the accident happened. Okay, now I'll tell you."
"My composure comes from my trust in myself and the body memory I've acquired through countless rehearsals. Even if my mind goes blank, I'll just dance along when the music starts. I know the intervals between the movements, and because I'm so skilled, I can quickly calculate when I can join in the action myself."
"No one's achievements are achieved casually. Even the most talented can't just talk about it on paper. During the audio-visual feasts, I used other people's rest time to practice on stage. I took over all the fragmented time. Everyone wants to be the one who turns the tide, but if your fundamentals are not solid, you won't even wait for the wind to come—you'll be washed away by the waves on the beach."
The classroom was silent as all the trainees listened attentively to her experience.
After a long while, a few laughing trainees finally whispered, "Sorry, teacher, we shouldn't have been fighting all the time. We won't do that again."
"It's not too late to work hard now. I'm being strict with you now because I don't want you to cry on the stage later," Lin Luosang said. "Just keep practicing. I'll check next time."
She was soft-hearted, and her last few words returned to her usual gentleness, making the trainees feel even more clueless and tearful. "Because we didn't expect the teacher to check on us today. Teacher Liu Ping said they'd check on us the day after tomorrow."
What could Liu Ping know? There would be no chance to find out the details the day after tomorrow.
But in the end, Lin Luosang did not expose it. He just said that he would check it tomorrow and went to the next class.
The comments in the live broadcast room were enthusiastically cheering for Lin Luosang's speech:
[She's cute and funny offstage, but also very serious and earnest when it comes to her professionalism. It's a beautiful contrast. Ahhh, my sister is so mean to me! !]
[This group is not her students at all. They are even her group's competitors. She doesn't need to care about it...]
She really does this for the good of these trainees. After all, she doesn't want her juniors to go through the same hardships she went through herself.
Lin Luosang then inspected each class one by one, pointed out the problems everyone had, and gave a lot of guidance.
She knew that many trainees were from other groups and might even become competitors of her pair, but even so, she still adhered to her producer's philosophy, looked at the song selections of all the teams in advance, and thought about what would be the best stage effect.
After checking the performances of all the trainees, she went to her own practice room, practiced dancing for a few hours, and began preparing for the album.
Training life is always boring. There are occasional tense moments and everyone will relax, but Lin Luosang's words tightened the spring for the trainees and everyone continued to work hard.
After watching the trainees improve, she returned home after the examination the next morning. After all, Pei Hanzhou said he wanted to take her out today, and his words were quite mysterious.
The man arrived ten minutes after she got home and took her to the park they had visited before that night.
She looked at the scenery along the way and couldn't help asking, "Why are we going there?"
The man replied calmly, "Didn't I say before that I would take you to ride the Ferris wheel?"
The car came to a steady stop, and she opened the door and got out. Then she said, "But the park must be crowded at this time."
Pei Hanzhou had foresight: "So I booked the whole place."
“…”
She turned around and saw that the once bustling park was indeed deserted, with only a few staff members left.
Okay, she was worrying too much.
"Let's go, let's go straight away," she rubbed her head, "I've been so exhausted by the trainees these past two days, it's a good idea to go somewhere higher to change my mood."
The Ferris wheel slowly rotated and rose, revealing the night and the magnificent scenery. Lin Luosang suddenly thought of something and spoke without hesitation: "I watched a Korean drama before."
"Um?"
"Yes, if lovers meet on the Ferris wheel..."
At this point she discovered something, stood up and pressed over, leaning against the man's side and saying, "Close your eyes."
The man obediently closed his eyes and felt something soft pressing against his eyes. Then, Lin Luosang plucked an eyelash from his face.
"Your eyelashes fell off," she said.
After saying that, he sat back in his seat and continued to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the lake.
Pei Hanzhou opened his mouth and said, "...that's it?"
She looked back, confused, "What else?"
Then he said very carefully, "What are you expecting? For me to compliment you on your long eyelashes?"
“…”
"So what did you just say?"
She thought for a moment: "I forgot because your eyelashes broke it."
“…”
After riding the Ferris wheel, she insisted on riding a roller coaster called "Dragon Diving into the Sea" late at night. Although she was splashed with water along the way, she felt relieved and asked to ride it again.
The man rode the roller coaster for several rounds. He was not afraid of heights, but he felt a little dizzy because of the twists and turns of the roller coaster.
When she asked to ride for the fifth time, the man asked, "Aren't you dizzy?"
"I'm not dizzy. I do a lot more spinning in dance practice than this," she immediately realized. "Can't you sit still?"
The man didn't respond for a long while. She urged him anxiously, and with a sense of superiority, she raised her chin and said, "Can you do it?"
Obviously, the man was extremely sensitive to the three words "OK or not". He narrowed his eyes when he heard it, and facing her slightly provocative gaze, he lowered his voice and warned:
"I can't sit on this one, but I can still do other things."
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