Fu Qi started learning to dance at a young age, not only because of the particularity of his mother's work, but also because of the rich and noble family's "hope for his son to become a dragon", as well as from his future considerations.

He has learned a lot, and it is also because his mother has a special job, no matter how late he practiced alone, he had to take the last train home alone.

Sometimes he would be delayed for a while, and the last train slowly drove farther and farther in his sight, and he ran desperately to catch up, but he could still only watch the figure of the bus gradually blur, and then disappear, completely invisible.

At that time, he could only walk slowly on the road alone.

Walk from the south of the city to the city center.

When I got home, it was almost three o'clock in the morning, and the house was empty, only the aunt at home was boiling a bowl of soup, waiting for him until now.

His childhood was not so much freewheeling, more pressure from his family and interest classes, but it was the tiredness he experienced during that time that made him the confidence and strength he has now.

According to what the audience said, the lights of the youth group standing in the back of the stage on the right side of the stage were lit for a few seconds, indicating the competition order of this song, and the moment the lights fell, it was reflected on the young man's face, outlining Fu Qijingrong's clear facial features, he shifted his gaze slightly, and looked at Ji Jiu Jiu below again.

The little girl jumped up and down and waved what was in her hand.

The audience seat and the stage are seamlessly connected, the difference may be the height difference, the audience seat seems to be embedded in the ground, Fu Qi was silent for a while, and silently measured the height of the stage in his heart.

Then the fingertips hanging down his side moved.

Coincidentally, the position of the program prepared by Group B this time is very subtle, with a huge stage and a spacious and straight long extension, Fu Qi walked straight to the corner, indifferently eyebrows, retreated on one knee, and squatted.

Ji Jiujiu, who happened to be not far from him, smiled even more happily, she grabbed the phone with both hands, tilted her head, bent her eyes, and showed him the line of scrolling subtitles.

The lights dimmed with a snap.

In the darkness, Ji Jiu only felt that there was a force from the front that pushed her in, and the force was not heavy, but she subconsciously took two steps back.

Then the lights came on again with a "snap", she rubbed her eyes, and Fu Qi had already begun to cooperate with the rest of the team to make beautiful hand movements.

Ji Jiu: ......

Fu Qi: It's already small, what if you accidentally bump it again and lose it.

Also immortals.

What a fucking fairy.

What kind of fairy has grown for thousands of years, and it is still flat like a newborn cub.

Ji Jiu: ???

*

Ji Jiujiu's original intention was not to come to see the show, after all, even if she lived for thousands of years, she only grew a heart, she just wanted to come and see Fu Qi to see if their little Fu Qi was hungry and thin, whether she was bullied, and whether she had any fights with others.

Something like that.

After all, although mortals are fragile, they are still quite scary sometimes.

She had seen more evil sides of human nature than Fu Qi had ever eaten salt.

So even if this is a show organized by TimeTilt Investment, it is not necessarily lacking those who bring their own backstage to participate in the competition. In a place where the camera can't see, maybe it won't stumble Fu Qi.

After all, Fu Qi's weak group is one of them, and his mouth is the second, with his temperament of not caring for people, what if he is locked in a small corner and fed footwater.

Xiao Jiu raised his head to watch him perform, watching the beautiful arc of the young man's sleeves across the air, the knuckles poking out from the sleeves were distinct, and Fu Qi's movements could see the sexy strength and tight jawline.

She squinted her eyes and applauded, bending the corners of her lips happily, he and Fu Qi were not like each other, their bodies coincided, and they were doing things that Feng Qi would not do.

“……”

At a certain moment, Ji Jiu suddenly tilted his head.

She suddenly remembered the previous time and asked her, "Do you like Feng Qi or Fu Qi?" She had passed this question directly, but now she had a vague answer.

- Whether it is Fu Qi or Feng Qi, no matter what kind of personality he is, no matter what he does, no matter how different their personalities look - but they are always them.

She likes Feng Qi's cold and silent connivance, but she also likes Fu Qi's expressionless face and hatred of iron and steel, these two emotions are not the same, and they can even be called very different, but she is not a fool, since she gradually understood her mind, she also vaguely understood this kind of affection called "like".

But if Feng Qi is a dog, he has so indulged her to jump up and down, and he still doesn't admit that he likes her!

Then there are only two possibilities!

One is that he is a scumbag.

The second is also his scum.

It's really thick!

Ji Jiu Jiu stayed until the final results of this group were announced, and there was no suspense for Group B to win - but this no suspense did not depend on the fans in the stadium - the fan voting was too unfair, and the final selection results were only made after the final choice was made after discussion by the five mentors in the factory, and the results were relatively fair, just and open.

This is also the result that Ji Jiu hopes for.

She nodded her brain with satisfaction, and gave him a "like" gesture in the audience.

Then he slipped away from the first row quietly.

*

After that, the closed management was too strict, and the media and fans were no longer put in it, and Ji Jiujiu redevoted himself to the life of the third year of high school.

After all, her life doesn't just revolve around Fu Qi, she also has to engage in other plots.

Ji Jiujiu has good grades, although she is well-behaved and doesn't look like a student who can make trouble, but she skips class and climbs over the wall, and she doesn't go to class often, so she feels that the teacher can't teach well, so she applied for freedom to go home to study.

When she asked for leave.

The little face is raised.

With a look of "even if you don't let me go, I'll ask for leave", the once-angry dean smoked - of course not really smoking.

They just feel.

Damn, Fu Qi brought another bad one.

But Ji Jiu sometimes leans into the background, and the second is that no one can affect her in her grades, and her grades are stable and stable, just like the same person who copies them every time, according to this progress, she is stable and heavy.

When Ji Jiujiu walked in with one hand in his pocket, Ye Zhinan supported his forehead with one hand, and was closing his eyes to recuperate, the other party's expression was indifferent, and his lips were lightly pursed, his eyelashes were closed, and the class was quite quiet.

How to say.

A grumpy guy with the gas to get out of bed sleeps.

As long as there is no one in the class who dares to do against her.

As long as this big guy sleeps, the class is absolutely as quiet as the bathroom in the middle of the night.

- But Ji Jiu dared to make trouble.

As soon as she sat down, she held her face with one hand.

A pair of eyes stared at Ye Zhinan's face without blinking.

Crimson lips pursed.

And then—blow slowly at her!