Is there anyone who doesn't love the stars?

Hoshimi didn't know, but she liked it very much anyway. I like the starry sky of the desert to be quiet and bright, I like the starry sky by the sea, and my favorite is the starry sky in the roof skylight, a person lies on the seat at night, staring at the glass sunroof in a daze, sometimes even if the night is deep, she always feels that the stars are hiding behind the clouds, looking at her from afar.

But she never expected that it was only nine o'clock in the morning, and she had achieved her wish to see the scenery full of stars.

After taking the cold medicine he had prepared, Hoshimi rubbed in the room for a while and went downstairs to the practice room, with water droplets sticking to his fair forehead and a wet towel in his hand.

"Miho, you can take the eggs and eat them first, the bread in the vending machine is sold out, and it hasn't been new yet." Asuka saw Hoshimi enter the door and immediately greeted him, still holding an egg wrapped in a paper towel in his hand.

"Thank you, Asuka." Hoshimi took the egg, opened the paper towel, and found that the egg had been peeled, and his heart warmed.

"It's fine." Asuka saw that Hoshimi's cheeks weren't as red as they were when he first woke up, and he returned to the queue with confidence.

Hoshimi, who was eating the eggs, was a little unate, but instinctively chewed and leaned against the wall to observe the members quietly. After eating the egg, she took the mint candy in her mouth, gently crushed the candy with her teeth, and the refreshing mint aroma instantly filled her mouth and nose, making her feel a lot more comfortable.

Maybe it's because tomorrow is a long-lost day off.,The members are all chatting in the middle of the room.,From the comic plot that the boy group cares about.,To the fashion magazines that the sister group cares about.,The relationship between everyone has been a lot closer for a while.。

It wasn't until the teacher pushed the door in that the training room slowly quieted down.

When the music played, the members naturally began to warm up with the teacher, and when a thin sweat began to appear on their bodies, the music also switched to the dance music they practiced.

Hoshimi's body became heavier and heavier, and the teacher, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the mirror, immediately noticed her slowing down and the amplitude of her movements.

After a month of training, the teacher has a general understanding of the dance foundation and learning speed of each member. Hoshimi is a student who learns quickly and improves his ability, but at the same time, he is also a problem student on the real stage.

Because she pays too much attention to others, she will subconsciously look at the people around her almost every time she makes an action, and if she finds that her movements are standard, she will continue to do it, and if it is not standard, she will immediately seem a little cringe and dare not move.

Although she can almost catch up with the best members of the troupe every time she arrives on the second day, such a dancer will only tell the audience one thing once she takes the stage - she is nervous and scared.

It's hard to be a good dancer without a sense of self-confidence, and it's the same with being an idol.

"The stars are not moving! What are you afraid of? The teacher frowned, stood up with his arms folded, and shouted to her.

Hoshimi's hands and feet were a little disobedient, and standing on the side looked obviously half a beat slower, and the amplitude was much weaker.

Unable to cope with her strength, she heard the teacher suddenly call out her name, and immediately froze in place, looking up uneasily. Her cheeks, which had been cooled by cold water, immediately turned red, and the fishy smell of eggs gushed up from her stomach and throat, making her can't help but cover her mouth and rush out of the door.

The remaining members of the classroom stopped, the music continued to play, looking at the back of Hoshimi who seemed to hide his face and cry and flee in a hurry, the teacher suddenly became angry, and shouted to the remaining stunned members: "The others continue to practice, Ruoyue, you go out to take a look, and tell her that if you can't stand the slightest setback, you don't have to come back." ”

Hearing the teacher's order, Wakatsuki immediately ran out worriedly, but there was no Hoshimi in the corridor. Wakatsuki didn't go back to the practice room, and went to Hoshimi's dormitory first, and the door was tightly closed, and there was no sound inside. She quickly went downstairs again, and searched room by room along the hallway of the dance room.

"Hoshimi?" Wakatsuki was walking into the bathroom when there was a noise in the outermost compartment, and the door was open.

She stepped forward and gently pushed it open, only to hear the sound of the toilet being flushed, and Hoshimi, who was holding the baffle, appeared in front of her.

Hoshimi immediately closed the toilet lid when he heard the footsteps, covered his mouth and turned around to see a worried Wakatsuki, smiling weakly at her.

"I'm fine, you go back first, I'll wash my face and go back." As she spoke, she carefully avoided Wakatsuki and walked to the pool and picked up the water and splashed it on her face, trying to sober herself up.

"Are you alright? Sick? Just thought something wasn't quite right with you? Got a cold? ”

Wakatsuki was still standing behind her, waiting for her to look up and hand her the tissue she had prepared.

"Thanks, it's okay, maybe I just ate something and exercised vigorously, and my stomach is upset." Hoshimi reached out and took it, and the paper towel, which was slightly rough to the touch, became soft and fragile immediately after being soaked in water.

"The teacher seems to be a little angry, let's go back and explain to her first." Wakatsuki reached out to help her, but was dodged by Hoshimi.

"No, I'm fine, I don't have to take care of an old lady like that, I'm thirteen years old."

Hoshimi smiled, but his lips were whiter and bloodless.

"Nope." Wakatsuki stared at her earnestly, her powerful arms clinging to the front of the star, and she didn't seem to be at all at ease.

Hoshimi was helpless, put his hand on it, and let Wakatsuki help her.

Because they were still dancing just now, their skin was still a little hot, which also made Wakatsuki naturally ignore the abnormal temperature on Hoshimi's body.

"Sorry to bother you." Wakatsuki helped Hoshimi back to the practice room, and her weakness that she couldn't hide instantly fell into everyone's eyes.

"What's going on?" The teacher, who was still angry, immediately asked with some concern.

"I'm sorry for causing trouble to everyone again, it's nothing, it's just a little uncomfortable ......just now," Hoshimi explained guiltily with his head down, and before she could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the teacher:

"Do you know how important your body is to an artist? If you are uncomfortable, you must say that the audience will only see how you behave on stage, and will not care if you are sick offstage! ”

"I'm sorry!" Hoshimi gently pushed away Wakatsuki, who was supporting her, and bowed in apology.

The teacher was taking the opportunity to educate her, and at the same time turned her head to remind the other members to pay attention to rest, a black shadow crossed the corner of the teacher's eye, and then fell straight to the ground.

"Hoshimi! miho！ Unstep-chan! ”

"Nanamin!"

Hearing the teacher stop admonishing him, Hoshimi, who was about to straighten up, raised his head, and his eyes were instantly covered with white points of light, and his sore legs finally lost the support of his will, and he read out his resignation speech. Hoshi, who was already crumbling, lost consciousness in the next second, closed his tired eyes, and was dragged forward by his heavy head.

And Nanami Hashimoto, who was standing in front of her and raised her hand to wipe her sweat, didn't notice her, and when she realized that Hoshimi suddenly fainted, she had been pressed by the other party's heavy body, and was thrown to the ground together, and before falling to the ground, she instinctively caught Hoshimi who pounced on her, and wrapped her hands around Hoshimi's waist.

"It hurts!"

It's like a strange circle.

Half a month ago, Nana Hashimoto watched Hoshimi fall to the ground, and half a month later, Hoshimiyun said to her lightly with his weight:

It's your turn.