Deng Siling's heart sank. "Wrist pain? Is it numb? ”

Sheng Zihan trembled, shook his head slightly, and his voice was already filled with crying: "It's not numb...... It hurts......"

Deng Siling's mind went blank. For a moment, she had only one thought: overtraining.

The scene was chaotic.

Zheng Xianya, Qi Xuanying, Zhao Yanwu, and Qi Fangfei ran over from the other side of the stage, blocking between the noisy audience and the two. Jiang Zhilin also ran down from the stairs and looked at Sheng Zihan nervously.

Qi Xuanying quickly examined the situation, and said to Jiang Zhilin in a deep voice: "Go upstairs and get her coat, take her out the back door, and go to the city hospital to ......" Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly stumbled forward. She raised her hand to the back of her head, looked back, and saw a spectator smiling insolently, and there was an unfinished bottle of mineral water on the ground. This man had just hit himself in the back of the head with the bottle.

A fire surged in his heart, and he was forced back again. She turned around and faced the group of spectators who were not too big to watch the excitement, strictly blocked Sheng Zihan behind her, and continued to order: "Take the car keys from the side pocket of Deng Siling's backpack, and the hospital will hang up the emergency." Just go! ”

Jiang Zhilin answered, turned around to go, and his direction was blocked by a group of good people. He turned his head sharply, only to find that more and more people were surrounding them, forming a siege around them. Can't get out.

The sound of cheering came and went.

Deng Siling took a deep breath, and at this time, he must not be rash. She began to think quickly: What should I do now?

While hugging Sheng Zihan, she squeezed a few people backstage with difficulty, and kept apologizing. There was no way to retreat, several people were squeezed onto the stage, and the surging clamours under the stage came one after another, shaking the heads of several people.

Seeing this situation, Zheng Xianya was afraid that the captain would not be able to shout these people, so she hurriedly ran to the backstage where she was singing, pulled out the microphone, ran back and handed it to Deng Siling, and handed it halfway, but was snatched away by Sheng Zihan.

"I'm sorry... Everyone, listen to me...... It's okay with the captain......! Sheng Zihan endured the pain and shouted into the microphone. …… I...... I'm not familiar with music...... Sister Zheng sang very well, and the captains danced very well...... I ......"

There was a burst of laughter, and a voice from the audience shouted: "Third-rate dance team——! ”

People laughed, as if they were happy to hear such an insult. The old fans of the dance names in the corner were so sad that their eyes were red and they couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

Qi Fangfei couldn't stop trembling, clenched her fists and took two steps forward, blocking Sheng Zihan behind her, staring at the person in the audience with wide eyes and horror. The man was furious, and the laughter gradually subsided.

Some people were embarrassed, so they stopped laughing, and their eyes dodged and they didn't dare to look directly at Qi Fangfei's face. The arena gradually fell silent.

Sheng Zihan was about to speak, but the microphone in his hand was taken by Deng Siling.

Deng Siling didn't look at her either, only smiled at the audience, and kept bowing: "I'm delaying your time, we are not skilled, let you laugh...... I'm so sorry! ”

As she spoke, she invisibly protected the team members behind her. Under the dazzling magnesium light, Deng Siling's figure looked extremely slender and helpless.

Captain.

Sheng Zihan looked at her back in a daze, and his nose was sour for a moment. Qi Fangfei knelt down on one knee, rubbed her hands together, and covered Sheng Zihan's injured wrist.

No one was coaxing anymore, and people stared apologetically at the few stubborn teenagers on the stage who looked vulnerable but surprisingly stubborn.