Why do you think I don't love you anymore

Chapter 43 Exclusively published by Jinjiang Literature City

"My own mouth, I can bite if I want, what are you yelling for?" Zhou Tingyun gouged out his eyes angrily.

"You don't have any bloodthirsty hobbies, do you? You have to drink some blood every day, so your brain is different from others?" Luo Jia still couldn't help but took out some tissue and handed it to him, whispering: "The influence is not very good, Wipe, don't let people see blood early in the morning."

Zhou Tingyun took the tissue and wiped his lips. The bright blood instantly soaked the white and clean paper.

"Hiss—" It still hurts a little.Even if he doesn't use much force.

"It was fine when I went back last night, why did it break today?" Luo Jia stared at him curiously.

"I bit it in a dream, what did you think it was, kissing someone passionately?"

"I didn't say that, and anyone who dares to bite you will have their mouth smashed." After Luo Jia said this, he became inexplicably silly like poking a laughing hole.

Ha ha endless.

"Zhou Tingyun, thanks to you biting it yourself, if it was someone else, would you still be able to wipe it here so calmly?"

"Can you shut your mouth, hiss—" Zhou Tingyun glared at him.

Luo Jia captured this moment and laughed even more presumptuously: "Let's see how you swear today!"

Zhou Tingyun said hehe: "I can do it." He covered his mouth, "With your small body, I can hit ten with one punch."

Luo Jia has a good figure, 1.7 meters tall, wide shoulders and narrow waist. His facial features are not as deep and three-dimensional as Zhou Tingyun, but they can be remembered at a glance. Maybe it's because the national style has been going for a long time, and he has a temperament when he doesn't speak Ru Lan is gentle and elegant.But once he speaks, his image is a bit eye-popping, especially after getting along for a long time, his mouth is too broken, which is contrary to his appearance.

But when he stood with Zhou Tingyun, the difference in height came out.

Zhou Tingyun's net height is 1.8 meters eight, and his shoes are nearly 1.9 meters.Tall and handsome, he beat many people in the same industry.

"It's the 21st century, who still fights, and my face is precious, can you afford it?"

Zhou Tingyun watched meaningfully for a while, then hummed: "I can afford to pay ten."

Luo Jia's eyes lit up, his brain was running fast, and he said in surprise, "Brother, your family has a mine! Why do you come here if you have a mine? Looking for a dream?"

Wouldn't it be nice to go home and inherit the family property? The dream of being rich is also very easy to realize. Just buy a champion.

"No mine. I just think your face is not worth much." After Zhou Tingyun drank the milk, he didn't like to wait for others, so he got up and went directly to the tableware recycling place.

Unable to stay any longer, Luo Jia couldn't close his mouth.

He doesn't like to talk while eating.It's inconvenient to curse now.

It's impossible to do it by hand.

Luo Jia was sullen, just now Zhou Tingyun actually said that his face was worthless, which was an insult to him.I spend tens of thousands of money on my face every month, and my skin is rosy and rosy.The water is smooth and tender like newborn.

Unknowing smelly man!

So during training, he didn't say a word to Zhou Tingyun.

Just what Zhou Tingyun wanted.

This is the most comfortable time to practice dancing.

It's just that Lorgar's face stinks so badly.

Zhou Tingyun ignored it automatically, and the official performance will be performed tomorrow.

In fact, he didn't know whether the agreement would take effect or not. The promotions in these rounds were all obtained by his hard work and hard work.

It doesn't seem like a walk-through, walk-through should be like Gu Sen's, the mentor directly promoted him, or the pk opponent is strong and weak.

If according to the agreement, he will choose to pk with Nan Yixiu of the same team in the next period and lose the game directly.

Because it is no longer a battle between teams, but an individual battle.

He was looking forward to the individual battle, but unfortunately he could only stay for one period according to the agreement.

Just as the two of them practiced their dance until they became narcissistic, Bian Hua came.

Wearing a black mask, his short hair covered his full forehead, and his piercing eyes looked at people all the time.

"Hello teacher!"

"Hello teacher!"

The two turned off the music, walked towards Bian Hua consciously, and handed him the adapted lyrics and tune.

Bian Hua glanced down expressionlessly, then raised his head again, "Are you ready? Let's dance once."

"Okay." Zhou Ting nodded and went to play the music.

Bian Hua chose to stand and watch, and sometimes he would tilt his head to stare at a certain action, his brows stretched and furrowed in time with the music.

"Stop!" Bian Hua shouted loudly.

At this moment, it was Luo Jia's last performance and Zhou Tingyun's chorus part.

Zhou Tingyun ran to turn off the music.

"Zhou Tingyun's exaggerated and unprofessional dance moves have to be changed. Also, do you think it goes well with this piece of music? If you guessed right, it will be your chorus part. Standing together seems like centuries have passed between you two." , It’s not like a fusion, it’s more like a rivalry. Just now you two danced together, your expressions, costumes, and movements are different, and it has nothing to do with it. The only thing that has something to do is that the music is well edited. No violation."

"I have never been in contact with locking, so I don't know how to integrate it." Luo Jia whispered.

"I don't understand why you choose to form a team with him? Don't you have a brain?" Bian Hua's voice was not loud, but he was so aggressive that it shocked him in an instant.

Zhou Tingyun said: "It's because I didn't think about it, I will change it immediately."

Bian Hua looked at each other: "Is it too late?"

Zhou Tingyun nodded firmly: "It's too late."

Luo Jia looked at him in surprise, where did the confidence come from? Not only did he have to change his own movements, but also his expression, clothing, jumping movements and so on.

He felt like giving up, just dance like this, never mind him.Maybe the audience likes it.

Bian Hua raised his eyelids, "Well, see you tomorrow."

After speaking, he left without any regrets.

"What kind of mentor!" It's not that he has to complain, it's that Bian Hua is too irresponsible, every time the guidance is like a flash in the pan, it's just a formality.

Luo Jia pouted dissatisfied: "When I get the phone, I will diss this woman on Weibo."

"She has already made it very clear. If you don't have the ability, it's useless to talk too much. Sometimes it depends on hard work, but it doesn't work without talent and comprehension. Miss, you are right in one thing."

"Which point?" Luo Jia got Zhou Tingyun's pertinence for the first time, and felt a little happy in his heart.

"My clothes are a little weird, they don't match yours."

"It was."

"I'll go back at noon and change."

Luo Jia suddenly felt thirsty, ran to the locker and took out the kettle, fixed his eyes on Zhou Tingyunwu and buckled himself in the mirror.

He closed the lid of the kettle, "I found that you almost don't have the same clothes every day. And I have never seen the brand. Are you really a rich second generation who came to find your dream?" Let's pay some money, why don't we advance directly, we have to ponder here."

Zhou Tingyun stopped his movements, "If you have time, can you think about how to change your movements?"

"I can't think about it. I think I have already established a stereotype. I don't know much about hip-hop. I usually don't watch this kind of stuff, so I can't appreciate it."

The door was pushed open, and Wen Qianhe walked to the table with two big bags of food, "You've worked hard in training, let's eat."

Open the box one by one and take out the meals.

The dishes are rich but the portions are not large.

Zhou Tingyun told her that she only wanted to be well nourished, not to be full.

Out of shape as an artist is the deadliest.

Wen Qianhe studies nutrition every day. In fact, he has worked part-time in a restaurant before, so he knows more or less.But with concentration, everything is satisfactory.

Zhou Tingyun's stomach was made tricky by him.And by the way, Luo Jia.

"What did you do today? Xiao Hehe, I'm so happy to see you every day." Luo Jia surrounded her obsequiously and helped Wen Qianhe open the lunch box.

"My favorite hot salad! Xiaohe, you are so kind, I really love you. But why are there so few? It's not enough to eat." Luo Jia lamented that he loves hot salad too much.

"There are other dishes."

"Don't pay attention to him, you will know how to eat in one day." Zhou Tingyun turned off the music and sat down in a proper manner. Looking around, there were all delicious meals.

"Has Qianhe eaten?"

"Well, I've eaten it." Wen Qianhe tasted it while frying, and gradually became full.The happiest thing for him every day now is to watch the dishes he made by himself being swept away, and to watch Zhou Tingyun dance.

"Xiaohe's cooking is as good as ever! We will be separated in the future, so we need to keep in touch frequently."

"Can you not talk while eating?"

"My mouth is not broken. It must be that you yourself are more fierce every day, and your mouth is automatically rotten. Alas, this is called retribution. Well, I won't talk about it." He didn't say it because Zhou Tingyun wanted to kill him. human expression.

Wen Qianhe also noticed the big gash on his mouth. She bit it last night, but she didn't control her strength enough to make such a big gash.

He blamed himself very much.As a result, Zhou Tingyun always puts a little bit of food into his mouth now.

Zhou Tingyun smiled and said, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

This smile is quite healing, so that Luo Jiacai can't pinch it anymore.

"Will it affect tomorrow's performance?"

"No, I will wear makeup then."

Wen Qianhe bowed her head and remained silent, deeply annoyed that she was not helping, knowing that there was going to be a performance tomorrow, she suddenly got angry.

As an outsider, Luo Jia also felt the delicate and awkward atmosphere.

Wen Qianhe's picture of a little daughter-in-law who did something wrong made him look down on Zhou Tingyun again.From this point of view, there is usually no less bullying.

"Xiaohe, it wasn't you who bit it. Why are you being awkward? He deserves the pain because he's a bitch. You see, he was still a murderer just now, so he's fine."

Zhou Tingyun is really speechless to this Luo Jia, he has a skin, and his brain is completely undeveloped.

Wen Qianhe looked up, "I'll go buy some medicine later."

Luo Jia: "..." Forget it, let's eat.If you can't wake up a person who pretends to be asleep, a person is willing to fight and suffer.

Hopeless.

It's a pity that Zhou Tingyun's good cooking skills are cheap.

"No, it will be fine in two days. Don't cook at night."

"why?"

"why?"

Luo Jia and Wen Qianhe spoke in unison.

"The dance needs to be re-arranged, and there is not enough time. Why, Luo Jia, if you don't eat that meal, will you lose a piece of meat?"

"If you don't eat enough, you won't have the strength to dance."

"Your movements are slow and contrived. What kind of strength do you need?" He said this, but he actually admired Luo Jia's national style dance in his heart, but he couldn't get used to this person, and he couldn't bear it. urgent.

"I don't agree with you saying that."

"Aren't you convinced, you'll know when you dance later? How many different movements can you design? Isn't twisting and turning just a few?"

Luo Jia was furious, blushing and thick necked, "You wait! You will regret what you said."

Zhou Tingyun snorted coldly with disdain: "It's useless to wait."

Wen Qianhe said: "It's probably going to be very late to practice, so let's eat a little bit. Anyway, I have nothing to do, so it's no problem to cook something. I can also help you. If you need it, you must tell me."

Zhou Tingyun said: "Qianhe, go back later and choose a dress for tomorrow's performance, I trust your vision."

"What do you need?"

"It's a little more low-key than that." He shook his chains.

"it is good."

The atmosphere was good, and the two of them didn't rest at noon, so they took the time to re-arrange the dance of the joint part.

Wen Qianhe still stood by, occasionally helping to play music and handing water.

In the evening, I cooked a simple meal for the two of them, and then trained non-stop after eating.

This time, both of them were extremely focused and devoted.It can be seen that Luo Jia has tried his best, and even added a few movements that are not his own, without violating the harmony.Enchanting but not gaudy.

Wen Qianhe admired it while watching, it was so beautiful, not only the beauty, but also the movements and music.

It's a pity that you are not allowed to bring your mobile phone in, otherwise you have to take pictures.I don't know if the footage will be edited or not.

It is said that there was nothing wrong with choosing Luo Jia at the beginning, and it complemented Zhou Tingyun's dancing posture.

The moon rises and the night grows darker.

The figures of the three are still ups and downs in the mirror.

The music was played over and over again, and the two got along so well that they felt sick at the sight of each other.

As long as there is a little bit of failure, Zhou Tingyun will let him do it all over again.

It doesn't matter whether Luo Jia agrees or not.

But Luo Jia surprisingly did not protest, and was quite cooperative, probably because he realized that time was running out, and he would go to the battlefield tomorrow.

Obedient to how to say, how to do.

At three o'clock in the morning, Zhou Tingyun let him go.

Luo Jia ran to the dormitory with his clothes on, exhausted like a dog.The running posture is rigid.It can be seen that the intensity of training today is extraordinary.

"Don't move."

Wen Qianhe sat on Zhou Tingyun's waist, holding the medicine bottle in one hand, and smearing medicine on his mouth with a cotton swab in the other.

Zhou Tingyun was lying on the bed, his eyes were so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. Due to overuse, his body was now as if he was paralyzed and didn't want to move. It was purely a stress reaction just now, and his lips hurt when he touched the medicine.

"Okay." The two stopped kissing today.

Forgot all.

Wen Qianhe came down from his waist, was about to put the bottle away, turned off the light, and shrank beside Zhou Tingyun.

"Qianhe, remember not to get too close to fans tomorrow."

"Yes, remember."

"Tingyun, it's the first live broadcast tomorrow, are you nervous?" Wen Qianhe lay on his side, staring at his closed eyes that seemed to be trembling slightly.

Zhou Tingyun swallowed, "It's okay."

But Wen Qianhe obviously felt his nervousness, "I think your performance will be the best in the audience."

Even though he was extremely sleepy, Zhou Tingyun couldn't restrain his smile, "I will do my best."

The last show of my own.

The next time is to give away the head.

So what flashed through my mind was the newly changed action at night.

Nervous and sleepy and unable to sleep.

Wen Qianhe held his hand, knuckles intertwined, and said nothing.