"Qiu Jun, you are the most beautiful gift that your mother harvested in autumn, just like the harvest season of autumn, I hope you can spread your wings and fly high in the golden years and realize your future dreams."

"Mom" ....

"Qiu Shao, Qiu Shao, are you awake Qiu Shao"?

On the side of the hospital bed, Zhao Yang looked at Qiu Jun anxiously, and did not dare to slack off beside him for a moment, just now he seemed to hear Qiu Jun have consciousness, and hurriedly asked Qiu Jun tentatively.

"Doctor, how is my friend, I seem to have some consciousness just now"....

The doctor looked at the symptom book in his hand, gently fiddled with the drip that was being infusion, and said: "Don't worry, your friend is not in danger of life, because the wound is more serious, he was temporarily given some anesthetic, and he is now in a coma."

Zhao Yang breathed a long sigh of relief.

"However, the wound is indeed very long, and although the blood vessels and bones are avoided, the wound is very deep, and you may be disabled in the future, so please be prepared." The doctor said to Zhao Yang seriously.

"Disability! Zhao Yang seemed to have been hit by a thunderbolt from the sky, and he couldn't look at Qiu Jun again, and propped his hands on the wall in a trance.

In the night bar, after Ah Ying came back, there were obviously a lot less words, everyone looked at it but couldn't understand what was going on, Xuan Pheasant looked at the champion group of the latest Korean Street Dance Competition, and was about to face them who were about to become opponents, Xuan Pheasant kept groping and watching every detail.

"I'm still watching it so carefully, I don't want to take a break." Xiao Ke came to Xuan Pheasant and said.

"Well, let's watch it a few more times, since I'm not playing, Bole has to take responsibility." After speaking, Xuan Pheasant smiled at Xiao Ke.

The two of them were watching the video, and Ah Ying behind them slowly walked towards them. "Xuan Pheasant, maybe you have to play this Asian hip-hop dance competition, I... I don't want to participate."

Xuan Pheasant and Xiao Ke fixed their attention from their laptops to Ah Ying's body at the same time, and the two of them were surprised how Ah Ying suddenly said this.

"Is it okay for a pheasant to have a foot injury?" Xiao Ke first looked at Xuan Pheasant, and then aimed his eyes at Ah Ying, "Okay, I won't worry about it, you two will discuss it, I can partner with anyone." After speaking, Xiao Ke gently patted Xuan Pheasant's shoulder and left with a smile.

"I'm sorry Pheasant, I know your foot hurts, but I..."

"Thank you, thank you Ah Ying, you have made a lot of sacrifices for this collective before, and you have been fighting with everyone for this honor until now, I don't ask you why, leave the rest of the mission to me, and I will also make the final contribution to Benge." Xuan Pheasant took Ah Ying's words, and he also retained Ah Ying's last stubbornness.

In the hospital, when they learned of Qiu Jun's injury, Weiwei, Mulan, and Forest, who had left before, also rushed to the bed, plus Zhao Yang and the four of them guarded Qiu Jun's side together.

"You're going to give me a memorial service." Qiu Jun was lying on the hospital bed and teased from time to time.

"Talk less and stay quiet." Zhao Yang said very seriously.

"Hehe, Brother Zhaoyang, as well as Weiwei, Mulan, and Forest, you are all here. I just had a dream that I dreamed of my mother and also of us... The bonds we once were, Holy Dance Order! The era we created together". Because of the pain, Qiu Jun's voice was very low, and he sighed about the past experience, and a teardrop slipped down his cheek.