I don't know how long it took, Wen Sheng gradually regained consciousness.

That's right, teamfights!

Is that battle over? Did they win or lose?

She opened her eyes suddenly, startling Tan Yaohua, who was guarding next to her.

Wen Sheng struggled to sit up, but Tan Yaohua hurriedly stopped her: "Don't move, don't you feel nauseous and dizzy?" ”

He didn't say that it was okay, but as soon as he reminded Wen Sheng, his ears were buzzing, his chest was stuffy, and then he was sick to his stomach.

Wen Sheng's face changed, and he pushed Tan Yaohua away casually, turned over and lay on the edge of the bed.

At this time, she realized that the place where she was staying was not somewhere else, it was Master Le Juntang's room, and she was lying on Master's bed at the moment.

I think it was Master Bian Qingchuan who sent her back, and she was accompanied by men, embarrassed to enter her room.

Bian Qingchuan handed over a basin, but Wen Sheng was angry for a long time, sweating profusely, and couldn't vomit anything.

On the side, Xiang Jiarong said cautiously: "Lie down and rest, do you want to drink some water?" ”

Wen Sheng lay down as she said, and a tiredness that penetrated deep into her bone marrow immediately swept over her, and she really didn't even bother to move her fingers, let alone ask questions.

But if she doesn't ask, how can she feel at ease.

The expressions on everyone's faces seemed to be worried, and none of them showed a smile, did they lose or win?

Wen Sheng is like this, lying there with her eyes still rolling, others don't know what she is anxious about, how can Zhong Tianzheng not guess: "Don't worry, let's win." ”

Oooh oh, win!

So what is this...... Worried about me?

There were eight people in the small room, all of them showing concern, and even Yang Xuan, the Marquis of Xiaoyao, moved a stool and sat at the foot of the bed, this discovery made Wen Sheng's heart warm.

Although everyone got along well before, eating together and practicing together at the racecourse, they still cared a lot about the difference between men and women, like Xiang Jiarong and Zhuo Xuan.

Because Wen Sheng is a woman, she usually keeps her distance, talks less, and never involves jokes, this seems to be the first time, no one avoids it, eight people are there, and they are like family to each other.

Although Wen Sheng wanted to ask about the details of the later competition, and Guo Yuan didn't climb those three laps, she was too tired to know that she had lost a big mind after winning, and after a while, she lost consciousness and fell asleep.

Bian Qingchuan saw that Wen Sheng was asleep, helped her cover the quilt, and lowered her voice and said, "Okay, it'll be fine when you wake up." Everyone is tired, so let's rest early. ”

Wen Renying and Xiaoyao Hou Yang Sui saw that there was really nothing to do with them, so they wanted to go back to their residences, and when they left, Yang Sui asked: "Can the next team battle still be fought?" ”

Everyone was silent for a while.

Among them, there are many experienced old musicians, like Wen Sheng, who exhausted his strength and fought back, and fainted directly on stage, and there was no ten days and a half months that could not be recovered.

According to their thoughts, the repeated magical effects in team battles came from the cooperation of the two young people, Wen Sheng and Zhong Tianzheng.

Every year, in the spring and autumn of the year, there are teams that quit due to accidental injuries to members, and now it's their turn.

Wen Renying said with a smile: "It's already very good to be able to fight like this, the two teams behind are not easy to deal with, let's rest quickly, especially Zhong boy, tomorrow everyone will go to help you fight, and you will definitely come back with the first place." ”

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere became lively, and everyone thought about it, if Wen Sheng didn't work hard, he wouldn't even be able to win today's battle, and he would talk about the first team battle. It's the first time I've formed a team, and it's already good to play like this, and as for the first ambition, it's a long time to come.

As soon as the four left, outsiders were left with Tan Yaohua and Zhong Tianzheng.

The two young men glanced at each other, and Tan Yaohua said, "Ah Zheng, you go back and rest first, I'll stay and play the piano to help Miss Gu recuperate." ”

Zhong Tianzheng didn't respond, but said, "I'll come." ”

Bian Qingchuan looked at them with some doubts.

Tan Yaohua didn't think much about it, he volunteered to stay because he felt that he was more suitable, and Zhong Tianzheng wanted to replace him, probably because he and Miss Gu had practiced cooperation and had a closer relationship.

But during this time, everyone stayed together all day, and I don't know when they both practiced secretly?

Dead boy, goblin.

Tan Yaohua smiled, patted the other party's shoulder, said goodbye to Bian Qingchuan, and left Le Juntang.

Zhong Tianzheng sent him away with a smile, turned his head and asked Bian Qingchuan: "Senior Bian, don't you have to send her back to the room?" How do you rest? ”

In fact, it was just dark outside, and the few of them hadn't eaten dinner yet, so they didn't usually go to bed so early, but Bian Qingchuan hadn't drunk so much wine today for a long time, and he was really tired of fighting a team battle.

"No, I'll just lay a floor and deal with it."

He casually found a mat and spread it on the ground, put a quilt on the bed, and quickly found a place to sleep and lay down.

Zhong Tianzheng pulled forward the chair that Tan Yaohua had sat on, sat down, took out the hole flute, put it to his lips, and blew it gently.

The sound of the flute is low and soft, tactful and beautiful.

A light on the table next to him was like a bean, which cast a halo on Zhong Tianzheng's silhouette.

Wen Sheng snorted heavily.

Xu is the sound of his flute did have a hypnotic effect, and after a pause, Bian Qingchuan also fell asleep.

He didn't sleep as quietly as Wen Sheng, and after a while, the sound of the flute was mixed with loud snoring.

Zhong Tianzheng stopped fluting and tilted his head to look at Wen Sheng's sleeping face for a while.

Although he was sick, his complexion was fine, his long eyelashes were curled, and he was a little more inexplicably soft and fragile than when he was awake.

Will she be vulnerable?

Zhong Tianzheng felt that his mentality at the moment was a little funny.

Nevertheless, he took out a handkerchief from himself, wiped the sweat from the tip of her forehead and nose, then put away the handkerchief, stood up, opened the door and walked out.

By this time, it was already dark outside.

In the second half of the night, Wen Sheng suddenly woke up and felt much better.

She looked around, only Master Bian Qingchuan was sleeping soundly, she didn't care about that, and called out loudly: "Master! Master! ”

This little movement after her injury was far less loud than Bian Qingchuan's snoring, but for some reason, Bian Qingchuan really heard it, and got up with an "ah", only to find that the apprentice had woken up, and Zhong Tianzheng had already left.

"How's it going, are you feeling better?"

"Well, it's much better. Master, tell me what happened after today's team battle. Wen Sheng was very curious.

"At the same time as you fainted, Min Ziming was also out, and then the four of us beat the two of them, so what suspense is there, Mr. Tan Si is not a fairy, and grinding him to death." Bian Qingchuan felt that there was nothing to say.

"And what about later? Guo Yuan didn't speak and counted? ”

"It should have climbed, anyway, it was very chaotic later, Lao Tzu's baby apprentices all fainted, who was impatient to stay there and watch him climb in circles." R1152