When Han Zhun opened his eyes again, it was almost lunch time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 He secretly exclaimed, "Oops", hurriedly changed into his practice clothes, and trotted all the way to the theater next to him. The injury of his left leg has not improved significantly, but he can't take care of it so much, the daily routine rehearsals have begun, and he, Han Zhun as the protagonist, once he is late, the entire dance troupe will be affected in their dance practice, what an irresponsible thing.

To Han Joon's surprise, when he pushed open the door of the theater, the rehearsal on the stage was already underway. Han Zhun stood at the door stunned, watching his colleagues practice on the stage as usual, every movement and scene he was so familiar with. Even if he didn't arrive, no one was waiting for him, and without Han Zhun's stage, there was no difference.

Han Zhun didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that for the entire dance company, no one had to do it.

"Han Zhun, you're here." Hearing someone shouting his name, Han Zhun reflexively looked over to the source of the sound.

In the center of the stage, Huo Xieyang was waving at him. He was wearing the cloak that belonged to the prince.

Han Zhun's face darkened all of a sudden, it was a performance costume tailored for him, he was the real prince.

Han Joon walked quickly onto the stage, the rehearsal was suspended, and people looked at the two princes on the stage, a little puzzled, not knowing what was going on.

It was Huo Xieyang who opened his mouth first: "Han Zhun, is your left leg better?" I saw that you were injured, so I rehearsed first for you, so as not to affect everyone's progress, and you can rest for a while. He smiled, and Han Zhun was more inclined to believe that his move was just kindness.

After all, reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, no matter how unhappy Han Zhun was in his heart, he was embarrassed to attack at the moment. He could only wave his hand and say lightly: "I have slept, why no one called me." ”

Xie Yiyi watched all this calmly from the audience, she pushed her glasses and asked appropriately, "Han Zhun, is your leg okay?" Don't interfere with the performance of the company, everything is in the collective interest. If you can't do it, let Huo Xieyang go up. The tone is categorical and undeniable.

Han Zhun gritted his teeth and said firmly: "I'm fine, the afternoon rehearsal is as usual." It will definitely not affect everyone. Xie Yiyi nodded and motioned for everyone to pause the rehearsal and go to lunch first.

The crowd slowly dispersed from the center of the stage, and the spotlights overhead were turned off one by one. Han Zhun stood on the stage that was gradually darkening, and there was an indescribable grievance in his heart, but he was still gritting his teeth and holding on to something. He, Han Zhun, never admits defeat. Huo Xieyang patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Are you going to eat?" Han Zhun hesitated for a moment, but still said "um". Both of them walked off the stage.

At this moment, Zhao Shuangwei, who was queuing up to eat in the school cafeteria, felt the mobile phone in his pants pocket vibrate. She turned back to Chen Shixu and whispered, "I want to look at my phone and help me see if there are any students on duty around." Chen Shixu glanced around smartly, and whispered in Zhao Shuangwei's ear: "Just walked over, look at it, I'll help you keep an eye on it." "In the experiment, the school rules are very strict, and no matter how rapid the development of science and technology is, it is not allowed to bring mobile phones back to school.

Zhao Shuangwei opened her phone and quickly browsed the new information content: I want to ask you to go to the movies this Saturday afternoon, is it okay? Yang Sang.

Zhao Shuangwei's face turned red all of a sudden. She put her phone back in her pocket, her heart pounding like a fawn.

"Any major information?" Chen Shixu put his head on Zhao Shuangwei's shoulder and asked. "No, it's an advertisement." Zhao Shuangwei denied it, but after thinking about it, she couldn't help but tell Chen Shixu: "It's actually Yang Sang." He asked me to go to the movies on Saturday. Zhao Shuangwei carefully pondered Chen Shixu's expression, for fear that the denial just now would make her feel guilty.

Chen Shixu's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief: "Is Yang Sang really going to confess to you?" I always thought it was a joke about everyone. ”

Is it an illusion? At that moment just now, Zhao Shuangwei actually heard a little unpleasantness from her tone.

There was no time for her to ponder, so it was their turn to cook. During the meal, Zhao Shuangwei didn't mention Yang Sang's text message again, and Chen Shixu didn't ask much, the two chatted casually about a few words of current affairs and news, and hurriedly finished the meal.

After school, Zhao Shuangwei and Yang Sang waited for bus 714 at the bus stop together. Zhao Shuangwei's heart was a little confused, she was afraid that Yang Sang would mention the text message, and she hadn't figured out how to answer yet. "Zhao Shuangwei, did you receive my text message?" It's really a pot that can't be opened, Zhao Shuangwei had no choice but to nod and "um".

"Then you... Would you like to go to the movies with me? Yang Sang was a little shy, but he was secretly happy that he had finally mustered up the courage to ask.

Zhao Shuang raised his head slightly and looked at Yang Sang's face. The bridge of his nose was straight, his lips were thin, and his gaze was fiery and about to melt her. Looking at it, he suddenly found that Yang Sang at this angle was really a bit like Han Zhun. Zhao Shuangwei stared at the broken hair on Yang Sang's forehead, and said for no reason: "Actually, you should look good if you don't have bangs." "Yes, Han Joon's hairstyle doesn't have bangs.

Yang Sang looked at her, a little puzzled, unable to figure out the meaning behind this sentence. In the end, he laughed twice "hehe", but still quietly blushed.

In the evening performance, Han Joon insisted that he did not have any discomfort. Luckily, the show ended perfectly without any mistakes. Han Zhun, who returned to the dressing room, put away his pretended relaxed smile that had been maintained all night after locking the door. Three hours before the performance, he begged Team Doctor Zhang to give him painkiller injections, afraid that he would not last until the end of the performance, so Han Zhun secretly took four more aspirin. The powerful medicinal effect finally supported him through tonight, and even though he knew that the side effects were great, Han Zhun was still full of gratitude, thank God.

The performance was finally over, and Han Zhun could also take off the prince's burden for the time being, he frowned, the pain in his left leg became clear little by little, and large droplets of sweat slid from his forehead to the tip of his nose, and then fell heavily to the ground.

There was a knock on the door. Han Zhun had no choice but to put away his painful expression, forced himself to squeeze out a smile, and opened the door.

Xie Yiyi locked the door as soon as she came in, she looked at Han Zhun and said with a serious face: "I know you survived tonight with painkillers, but you must know that this will only make your injuries worse." You're cutting your pants and mending your clothes. ”

Han Zhun looked at Xie Yiyi, the thick glasses blocked a lot of the sharpness and sharpness in her eyes, and Xie Yiyi was still a little worried and worried at this moment. Han Zhun softened a little suddenly, and he said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Sister Yiyi, for worrying you." ”

"Han Zhun, I know that the trajectory of every ballet dancer is mostly like this. But you can choose a different path than theirs. Have you ever thought about transformation? This sudden remark made Han Zhun have no time to react, he froze in place and asked blankly, "What do you mean?" Is the dance troupe not wanting me? ”

Xie Yiyi asked unhurriedly: "Have you ever thought about entering the entertainment industry?" ”