'Shhh Wu Shixun, you lighten up. Kim Jong-in gritted his teeth and asked Wu Shixun on his body not to be so rude.

'I'm already very light, you're hard, I'm tired.

Wu Shixun rolled his eyes at the sky, I was already very light, but if I didn't use force, it would have no effect.

As soon as Lu Han entered the dance studio, he saw a scene that surprised him.

What's going on, am I seeing something I shouldn't be seeing?

Lu Han hesitated at the door whether he should go in.

'Brother Deer!

There you are.

Wu Shixun saw Lu Han at the door from the mirror in front of him, and quickly got up from Kim Jong-in.

'Is Sehoon XI finished?'

Kim Jong-in, who was on the ground, pulled up his clothes and stood up from the ground with his waist propped up.

'Alright.

Wu Shixun wiped his hands with a towel and moved his somewhat numb hands.

'Zhong Ren Xi, what's wrong with your injuries.

Lu Han was ashamed of what he had just thought, he was a little surprised to see the wound medicine on Jin Zhongren's body, but he didn't expect that Jin Zhongren's back injury was not lighter than that of Xingxing's.

'It's okay, I've been practicing a little too much lately, and I accidentally twisted it.

Kim Jong-in let go of his frown and smiled at Lu Han.

He deserved it, and told him to pay attention.

Fawn, help me rub the medicine.

Wu Shixun rolled his eyes at Kim Jong-in again, pulled the clothes on his back, and stretched out the potion just now in front of Lu Han.

'Good.

Lu Han glanced at Wu Shixun's back, picked up the potion and went up.

'It hurts!

Hiss!

Wu Shixun was hurt by Lu Han, but he still gritted his teeth and endured it.

'Sehoon, it doesn't matter if you're hurt.

Lu Han was frightened by Wu Shixun's initial pain, but he also understood that the bruises could not be eliminated without force, so he could only massage Wu Shixun ruthlessly.

I said, I've been practicing too much with my injury, so what's the matter with your injury.

Kim Jong-in, who was on the side, lay on the ground to prevent his waist from being overstressed.

If he hadn't helped Wu Shixun with medicine just now, he wouldn't have gotten up, and he would have died of back pain.

'Na!

Accidentally bumped.

Yes!

Fawn.

Wu Shixun said incorrectly, and was seriously injured by Lu Han again.

'I'm sorry, that should do.

Lu Han was shocked by Wu Shixun's words and lost the sense of proportion in his hand, and stopped when he saw that it was almost there.

He also thought that Oh Se-hoon's injury was the same as Kim Jong-in's!

'Just be hard-mouthed!'

Kim Jong-in probably guessed why he said that.

'It's still a fawn, it's good-looking, it's good-looking, it's good-looking, it's

It's a bit old though.

Wu Shixun propped his chin and squinted at Lu Han with a smile and muttered to himself.

'Yes, Sehoon is very tender.

Alas!

I'm really old.

Lu Han listened to Wu Shixun say his "good words" with black lines on his head

。

Can I just omit the latter one.

In front of two 94 years, I hurt my self-esteem.

'It's okay, Brother Zhong Ren looks older than you.

The fawn is still very young.

Wu Shixun's smile was harmless, but the words he said made the two people present have black lines on their heads.

'Sehoon, I'm older than you, but are you using this to hack me?'

'What do you mean I look older than Lu Han, okay!

He admits that Lu Han looks smaller than himself, but it's my fault that I look like this!

'I didn't hack you, because you don't need me to hack at all, can you see yourself at night?'

Wu Shixun was bored just after wiping the medicine, so he started to take Kim Jong-in to make fun.

'Oh Se-hoon, I'm sure you deserve the back injury.

Kim Jong-in was also hot because of the effect of the medicine he had just rubbed, and he was too lazy to argue with Wu Shixun.

Anyway, it's not once or twice that guy is so bold.

He's all used to being black, who called that guy as white as leukemia.

'Sehoon!

It's not right for you to say that brother, although Zhong Ren XI is a little darker, but aren't the black spots healthier?

Lu Han remembered how Huang Zitao jumped when they said it was dark.

If Taozi has a deep friendship with Shixun, he will not be eaten to death by Shixun, and Taozi sometimes has a skin that is smaller than Shixun.

Am I not going to let Taozi and Sehoon have too much interaction.

I'm afraid that Taozi will suffer.

'Luhan XI, although I am very happy that you speak for me, but am I really that dark?

Kim Jong-in is really speechless, why do we have to be so entangled in the question of whether I am black or not, I am an authentic wheat skin, others may not have it!

I want to sleep, I'm too lazy to pay attention to you.

'Xiaolu, show you Zhong Renge's stunts.

Wu Shixun moved to Lu Han's side, pointed to the sleepy Kim Jong-in and whispered to Lu Han's ear.

Oh Se-hoon guessed that Kim Jong-in had practiced late and didn't sleep well, so he went to the practice room to catch up on sleep.

'What,' Lu Han turned to look at Wu Shixun without understanding.

Isn't Jong-in just sleeping?

What's so strange.

I think someone dragged him to bury him now, and he wouldn't necessarily wake up.

Although Wu Shixun said this, his voice did not increase.

'Will you?'

Lu Han looked at Kim Jong-in, who was already asleep and breathing a little heavily, and shook his head in disbelief.

'Wait and see.

Wu Shixun left a sentence and began to warm up.