Chapter 8:

chapter eight
Fei often belongs to a group of trainees, and really belongs to the one who is not good at dancing.
This is not self-confidence, but simple common sense.
The height of one meter and ninety-five meters and the two-meter horizontal arm length. When everyone makes an action at the same time-such as sag from high to low-it usually takes half a second later than people.
In daily life, no one can pay attention to this half a second, but in the group dance, each movement requires uniformity, and the common "slow half-beat" becomes a black horse. I do n’t know how many bad reviews I got from the dance teacher. .
Fei often wanted to improve, so he worked hard in private.
Whose dance? ?
Idol dance, of course.
Which idol dance?
Of course ... hehehe, dance with idols.
I have practiced this dance Fei often many times.
The movement is not only in place, but also extremely tension.
The expression is not only appropriate, but also particularly charming.
The one-meter-nine-year-old boy showed his charm without fear in front of the camera. The enchantment of the woman and the toughness of the man combined on him.
Violation? It is indeed contrary.
But it's not the kind of ridiculous, but more like intense color collision.
It's not that anyone who is dressed in a dye tank can go to the catwalk and still have to look at his face.
Coincidentally, Fei Chang's face looks good.
He embraced Chen Yueyang in his fantasy.
The dance was supposed to be Chen Yueyang embracing the woman and lowering her head to make a fake kiss. But Fei Chang was tall, and it would be too fake if he raised his head to "kiss kiss", so he changed to take the initiative to lower his head and smell the smell of the other's hair.
When can he really smell Brother's hair?
A song ended quickly, and Fei often stood panting with his hips in the center of the practice room.
Yu Ji was stunned.
Fei often thought he was dissatisfied.
"No no no good!"
Why isn't this kid making his debut, Yu Ji can't wait to see him dominate the hot search every day.
After Yu Ji left, sweaty Fei often planned to take a bath.
There is a bathroom on the first floor of the practice room to make it easy for everyone to wash after dancing.
The bathroom is divided into two layers, the outside is the dressing room and the inside is the bathroom. The bathroom is composed of rows of independent frosted glass single rooms, which not only take care of everyone's privacy, but also each room is equipped with basic toiletries. Fei often only needs to prepare a towel.
Fei often burned himself out in the locker room.
The big giraffe flirted with his baby giraffe and walked to the bathroom.
It's afternoon. There is basically no one in the bathroom. There is only sound of water in a frosted single room.
When Fei Chang walked by the one-person room, the sound of water suddenly stopped.
In the next second, the glass door was pushed open from the inside to the outside.
The steam spurted out, and a thick mist of water wrapped around a thin, tall figure, and came into Fei Chang's sight.
Brother.
It's Chen Yueyang.
The man who is always energetic in front of the camera, washed away the gorgeous "packaging", and only left to return to clean and fresh.
The water temperature was hot, and there was a faint blush on his body, and the wet hair drooped down, making him look younger than his actual age.
The undried water drops rolled from the forehead, kissed the cheeks, kissed the clavicle, licked the red on the chest, and finally slid into the bath towel along the mermaid line.
-Obediently!
Fei Chang's heart was grumbling.
This is the hibiscus?
Chen Yueyang smiled.
No gorgeous eyeliner, no delicate makeup, no colorful colored pupils, his smile seemed very clear.
He looked at Fei Chang a few times, looking from top to bottom, without covering up, frankly.
"Take a bath?" Chen Yueyang asked.
Fei often stammered: "Huh huh huh huh ..."
Chen Yueyang tilted his head and looked at the shower behind him: "Use this one. I just finished washing it, it's warm inside."
Fei Chang didn't know what he thought of, and hurriedly pressed the small towel in his heart and pressed it on his baby giraffe.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, brother ..."
The giraffe walked past the Tibetan antelope with the same hands and feet, and stiffly walked into the steaming shower room.
"Wait." Chen Yueyang turned back.
"what?"
"Don't use the rejoice from the company. Your hair is similar to mine. Use my shampoo."
"Oh……"
Fei often took the bottle of shampoo as if to welcome the decree.
He glanced at it all in English and couldn't understand it.
Brothers must be expensive!
The frosted glass door closed slowly, blocking the sight of the two.
Fei often opened her shower head to get her head wet.
Then he opened the cap of the shampoo reverently, squeezed the shampoo into the palm of his hand reverently, foamed reverently, and reverently rubbed the top of his head.
This is the taste of brothers!
On every hair!
Fei Changguang was smelling the same taste of his brother, he wanted to himself.
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