"That's a great idea." The moderator nodded approvingly.

Quan Yun helped Mu Qingge pull the long skirt, and neither of them spoke, and they both had some palpitations.

It took Quan Yun and Mu Qingge more than three hours to finish changing their skirts, and when they finished changing their skirts, they found that the game was still five minutes away.

It was raining outside, and the two of them ran desperately with umbrellas, but halfway through, the umbrellas were blown away, and the two of them ran to the auditorium against the rain, fortunately the rain was light, and the skirts were not wet, but there was some rain on the hair.

Thankfully, when it was their turn, they arrived. Otherwise, they might have missed out on this competition.

The two arrived at the dressing room, but there was no one in the dressing room, so Quan Yun put down Mu Qingge's skirt and went out. Mu Qingge is looking for a towel. Mu Qingge squatted down and rummaged through a pile of boxes, but couldn't find it.

A black leather shoe suddenly appeared in front of Mu Qingge's eyes, "Do you need it?" "The voice is gentle.

Mu Qingge looked up and saw a handsome face smiling at her, and then a white towel in her white hand. Mu Qingge slowly stood up, "Thank you." He replied lightly, then smiled, frowned, then patted his head, squatted down and picked up the phone in the box, turned around and pulled up his skirt, and walked out of the dressing room.

Chu Jinfeng behind him chuckled, it was really interesting.

Mu Qingge walked out of the dressing room, glanced at the empty corridor, and leaned against the wall.

Chu Jinfeng walked over again, "Classmate Mu, hello, Chu Jinfeng." His footsteps were especially clear in the empty hallway. Then he threw the towel in his hand to the person next to him.

Mu Qingge's eyes were dark, and the eyelashes under the towel were fanned, a little confused, and then took off the towel on his head, "Hello." The tone was detached and polite.

Mu Qingge wondered in her heart, are they very familiar?

"Add a WeChat? Or what is the mobile phone number? Chu Jinfeng touched the top of Mu Qingge's head, and then deliberately messed up Mu Qingge's hair.

Mu Qingge frowned, pushed Chu Jinfeng away, widened the distance between the two, and then straightened his hair, "Are you sick?" Are we cooked? There was a hint of anger in his tone. Why do you use your hands and feet?

"I didn't know it before, but now it's done." Chu Jinfeng's evil spirit of laughter is completely different from the gentleness in everyone's eyes.

"Fine." Mu Qingge looked at his appearance, and then walked away with her skirt.

Chu Jinfeng raised his eyebrows, maybe this is the real him?

Mu Qingge walked to a turning point, saw two figures, and suddenly ducked back to the side of the turning point, that is, where the two could not see.

"Fu Shangze, can you let go of me first?" The voice is not big or small, Mu Qingge is just vaguely audible, Mu Qingge frowned, it is Quan Yun's voice.

"I can't." Fu Shangze said with a chuckle.

Mu Qingge's left eye jumped, and then he poked his head out secretly. it, how did you kiss together???

Quan Yun struggled to push away Fu Shangze, who was pressing on her, and said loudly at the moment when the man's lips left hers: "Fu Shangze, don't torture me, okay?" ”

"Nope." Fu Shangze grabbed Quan Yun's jaw and kissed Quan Yun fiercely, not so much a kiss as a gnaw.

Mu Qingge bit her lip, didn't look any further, and then walked away gently.

Fu Shangze let go of Quan Yun, glanced at the place where Mu Qingge left, and then approached Quan Yun again: "Why do you always want to run away from me?" He whispered.