My deskmate is always catching me [Rebirth]

Ye Cheng was petrified on the spot and stayed in place as a result of the thunder.

After a few seconds of brief silence, a group of people burst into thunderous shouts, almost attracting the class teacher next door.

"Thank you God Ye! As expected of you, the Emperor of Europe has arrived, hahaha!" Jiang Jin laughed wildly and threw his phone, proudly saying, "Oh, I'm going to throw 2, just for fun!"

Zhou Minhao laughed so hard that he punched the table. He never expected that he would catch him like this.

Ye Cheng decisively said with a cold face: "This game doesn't count. I didn't want to participate in the first place."

Just kidding, forget about dancing, it’s still a female position.

Even if you have a female seat, you still need women's clothing. That's crazy.

Jiang Jin quit immediately: "Brother Cheng, you are the only one in the audience who doesn't do this."

The others looked at him, and he reacted, waving his hands and explaining: "Well, I mean, he is the only one who rolls 1, don't get me wrong."

Zhou Minhao laughed so hard that he deliberately answered: "Besides, we can't have 0 anymore, so you are the perfect backup dancer!"

Several boys burst into laughter.

Ye Cheng said firmly: "Don't even think about it."

No matter how hard they tried, Ye Cheng still stood firm and stood firm.

So why on earth does he want to play this damn game?

Zhou Minhao was just joking, so he had no choice but to talk about it.

Lu Xiao didn't say a word during the whole process, neither joined in the booing nor showed any sign of looking forward to it.

It wasn't until everyone went to study for lunch that he glanced at Ye Cheng thoughtfully. He put the tip of his tongue against the side of his mouth and made a small bump.

The classroom became quiet.

Ye Cheng lowered his head to write the question, and the pen tip rubbed against the paper, making a rustling sound.

Whenever he is in a messy mood, he always works extra hard on writing.

Suddenly, a ball of paper rolled into a ball hit his table and rolled straight to his hand.

Ye Cheng raised his head and saw Lu Xiao holding his chin, his eyes indicating to him to look at a piece of paper.

When passing a note, it needs to be packed so tightly, as if he is afraid that he can open it easily.

He unfolded the crumpled note with difficulty and saw a line of words written on it: [Is the last bet still valid? Where is my 498 reward?]

The handwriting is so sloppy that it connects to the eyebrows. It is a Chinese teacher's black and white handwriting that is honored to be on the list.

It turns out that his handwriting is so ugly, no wonder he refuses to write as long as he can use a computer.

Ye Cheng grabbed the pen and wrote ‌, and then pushed it directly to him.

Lu Xiao lowered his eyes and then bent his eyes with satisfaction.

【It works, do you want ‌‌?】

He took the note to himself and, like a thief, covered it with his hands to prevent others from seeing what he was writing.

Ye Cheng scoffed.

After waiting for a while, another ball was balled up from the next door and thrown over.

Ye Cheng glared at him speechlessly, wondering if it bothered him that he would do this every time.

Lu Xiao blinked at him and couldn't wait for him to take a look.

The note was opened inch by inch, and Lu Xiao stared at his reaction.

Ye Cheng kept his head lowered for five seconds, and then the roots of his ears gradually turned red, and the color spread bit by bit.

Then, he put the note back on the table and banged it.

Jiang Jin looked up in fright: "What's wrong? The teacher is here?"

Lu Xiao immediately kicked him under the table: "Go away, it's none of your business."

Jiang Jin turned around dejectedly and continued playing with Moore Manor.

Lu Xiao leaned over and said angrily: "What? You said, you can do whatever you want."

Ye Cheng didn't want to pay attention to him at all, and crumpled the note into a ball again with a cold face.

Lu Xiao bumped his shoulder, looking unhappy: "Did you see clearly what I wrote?"

Of course I saw it clearly, it couldn't be any clearer.

Ye Cheng gritted his teeth: "You will regret it."

Lu Xiao's plan succeeded, and he laughed so hard that he deserved to be beaten: "There are so many things that I regret, so you will regret it if you just let them go. Do you think I am easy to fool with them?"

"I can't dance." Ye Cheng made his final struggle.

The smile on Lu Xiao's lips deepened: "I know how to do it, and I'll teach you."

Jiang Jin was very puzzled because in just one afternoon, Ye Cheng went from "You don't even want me to dance" to "I was forced to become a prostitute and put on the shelves."

Even though his face was as cold as the twelfth month of winter, he still let Lu Xiao fill in his words.

After the literary and art committee submitted the program list, the news that Class 20 was going to perform a pas de deux spread throughout the entire Thirteenth Class as if it had wings.

In the afternoon, more than a dozen posts were posted on the forum to discuss this matter.

The first one posted is already hot, with the title: [I burst into tears! Xiaocheng CP is a beauty!!]

The original poster was so excited that he was speechless: Who could have imagined this? Two days ago, I was still heartbroken by Ye Meili’s indifference. Today, when I saw the program list, I instantly broke my guard!

1l: If you don’t understand, just ask, who is Xiaocheng?

2l:‌The ones above are Brother Yi and Ye Meimei, Xiao~Cheng~

3l: Ah ah ah, the poster is from Class 20, right! I saw it too, fuck, the pas de deux yyds!!

…

28l: Sisters, my slogan today is _______

29l:There is no tomorrow.

30l:There is no tomorrow.

31l:There is no tomorrow.

…

59l: I’m curious, Xiaocheng is spicy and sweet. Why is the poster heartbroken?

60l: Wuwuwu, because Ye Meili treated everyone equally when he closed his career and didn't open a back door for Brother Yi.

61l: Ah, here, I was sitting at the back, and I happened to see Ye Meili secretly give the roll to Brother Yi...

62l: Fuck, fuck, fuck? Let’s get married where we are, Xiaocheng.

…

104l:‌‌The question is, who is the female?

105l: Let me tell you, our first brother is the best alpha among the thirteen, no one!

106l: Support Cheng Xiao! I want to see Brother Yi dance in the female position!

107l: Shut up, this is Xiaocheng Building, Chengxiaoer, go and make fun of yourself.

Due to too many page views in a short period of time, the administrator had to ban new posts and set this floor up as a collective discussion floor.

By night, there were more than 600 responses.

The two protagonists didn't know that they were so popular that Ye Cheng couldn't understand why even when he and Lu Xiao had a meal together, most of the people in the canteen paid attention.

No wonder.

Although Lu Xiao boasted about going to Haikou and promised to teach him in three days.

But the program still needs to pass the school's preliminary review. It must not only be "able to dance" but also "dance well".

Now that he had decided to perform, Ye Cheng didn't want to muddle through.

The two of them took advantage of the evening self-study time and found a small classroom to dance.

This song was once so classic that it was played in the streets and alleys. As the familiar melody sounded, Ye Cheng followed the video and made a few movements.

He is tall and thin, and his limbs are very coordinated. He doesn't dare to do anything, and he is very interesting if he moves a little bit.

Lu Xiao looked him up and down and crossed his arms: "You still said you can't dance?"

Ye Cheng noticed his gaze and immediately stopped jumping, looking away.

"It's a bit complicated to move. Let's ask the music teacher to do it tomorrow." He said without expression.

"Why, you think I can't teach you?" Lu Xiao's voice was filled with a smile.

The whole afternoon, the word "bad intentions" was written on his face.

Ye Cheng resisted the urge to punch him and said coldly: "Don't be too ‌‌."

Let Lu Xiao teach?

If you teach him how to twist his waist, you might as well kill him.

Fortunately, Lu Xiao didn't get arrogant and give up when things got better. Unfortunately, he said: "Tsk, you made the mistake of getting a good teacher."

Ye Cheng took a deep breath and clenched his fists: "Let me tell you first, it is impossible for me to dance in women's clothing. It is absolutely impossible."

The only time in his life that he dressed as a woman was on their wedding anniversary.

‌Tian Luxiao has prepared a lot of surprises, ‌‌ the cruise ship is covered with roses, a romantic French meal with fireworks in the sky, and a five-carat diamond ring wrapped in ice cream.

After coaxing Ye Cheng into confusion, he took out a piece of chicken from the closet that Ye Cheng didn't want to remember anymore.

I don’t know if he was obsessed, but he was coerced and coerced into wearing a skirt.

Then Lu Xiao changed his face, dragged him to the floor-to-ceiling window and beat him up.

Ye Cheng didn’t have a room on the cruise ship from that night until the afternoon of the next day.

From then on, he had a bone-deep fear of JK.

Now Lu Xiao has not changed as much as he did ten years ago, he just smacked his lips with a bit of regret.

"Okay." He pursed his lips and muttered again, "The women's clothes look so good."

Ye Cheng stared at him coldly.

That night, when Ye Cheng got home, he took a shower and got ready to do his homework.

When I opened the pencil case, a round paper ball fell out.

Under the light, he looked at the ball of paper, his eyes gradually darkening.

Her green-white fingers pinched the ball of paper and slowly unfolded it. Two lines of words were written on it:

【Dance with me, if you dare to refuse, I will break off our relationship with you.】

The second line seemed to have been added in a hurry, as if he was afraid that he would be offended:

[You said ‌, ‌‌ can ask for anything, you can’t cheat.]

The two sentences are rude and childish, just like a primary school student losing his temper and saying, "If you don't agree, I will never talk to you again."

But it was these mentally retarded words that made Ye Cheng's heart harden no matter what.

He pulled out a handful of half-dried hair, feeling quite subtle.

Ever since he was transferred to No. 13, he had never thought about having anything to do with Lu Xiao.

The only idea is to pull him out of his depravity.

Unlike Lu Xiao many years later, he is now rebellious, passionate, and sensitive, like a familiar yet unfamiliar person.

Ye Cheng didn't know if he could accept Lu Xiao like this, and he didn't know what to do next.

But there will always be a few moments when he will make a corner of his heart collapse.

It was as if all the defenses and spikes on his body were defeated by this purity.

Ye Cheng shook his head, resisting from the bottom of his heart and thinking more about it.

During the physical education class the next day, the two of them took leave from work with Xu Chao and went to the music teacher to rehearse the dance.

The music teacher's name is Meng Qiaoqiao, Xu Chao's niece, and the person in charge of makeup for this art evening.

She has cool short hair, metal earrings dangling from her earlobes, and exaggerated European and American makeup, giving her a cool girl vibe.

After learning about their program, Meng Qiaoqiao showed a meaningful expression.

"It's very courageous to choose this song." She opened the video and said confidently.

Last night, they had a general familiarity with the individual departments, but they had not yet tried to adjust the details.

Ye Cheng was very troubled and made a suggestion: "Teacher, can you help us adapt it a little bit? Some of the moves are really..."

He coughed and did not continue.

In this style of male and female stage, the dance movements are indulgent and bold, even with a hint of sex.

"I think if we don't change it, it will be explosive." Lu Xiao objected.

Ye Cheng glanced at him and he immediately shut his mouth.

"You guys dance it once for me to see. If you don't want to cooperate, everyone can dance their own part." Meng Qiaoqiao stood in front of the dancing mirror and raised her chin.

She was wearing ten male high-heeled shoes and had a strong aura. She stretched out her hand and slapped the accompaniment for them.

The two of them were caught off guard and jumped up.

They were more than one meter apart, as if they were dancing solo.

Every few shots Lu Xiao took, her eyes would drift to Ye Cheng in the mirror.

Ye Cheng didn't notice it at first, but later he felt uncomfortable and glared at him while he was turning around.

Lu Xiao looked away and twitched the corner of his mouth.

Meng Qiaoqiao carefully observed their movements, waited until the dance was over, and nodded.

"No matter how you arrange it, you guys are very suitable for this song."

"Xiao Lu has a good bottom and good control. Xiaoye, you are not shy and dance freely. Your body is quite soft, and this kind of dance is actually very natural." She commented.

Lu Xiao agreed very much and snapped his fingers: "Look, the teacher also said this, heroes think alike."

I'm the same size as you, but it's not like you're dancing like a girl, Ye Cheng is slandering.

Meng Qiaoqiao said: "No, your cooperation is really bad. You dance like a couple as if you were enemies."

She shook her head: "This is the only program in your class. If it is deleted, it will be completely gone. Do you understand?"

The two nodded with different expressions.

"Come on, let's start from scratch." Meng Qiaoqiao simply rolled up her sleeves.

From this point on, two people are required to cooperate.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... put your hands on it, not like this. Wait, stop." Meng Qiaoqiao turned off the music.

Lu Xiao put his hand on Ye Cheng's arm, and the two of them turned sideways to face the dance mirror.

He originally only had five fingers to cover it, but Meng Qiaoqiao stepped forward and pressed his hand down, and pushed him from behind.

"You two want to raise fish in the distance. Keep a distance from each other." She frowned.

Lu Xiao was pushed by her and her whole body pressed against her.

Through the thin school uniform, Ye Cheng's back touched a hot chest, and he could vaguely feel the outline of strong muscles.

The sunlight outside the window fell on the wooden floor. The air conditioning in the dance studio was turned on very well, but there was still a thin layer of sweat behind him.

The person behind him seemed to be even hotter than him, his heartbeat was beating loudly through his white school uniform, rumbling against his eardrums.

Meng Qiaoqiao grabbed Lu Xiao's chin and said, "If you want to smell his neck, do you know that ‌‌‌ is smelling? Can you smell ‌‌ at a distance of ten centimeters?"

She looked at the blushing faces of the two of them and said, "I wonder if the psychological burden on you two can be less heavy. It's just a dance, not a sentence."

Lu Xiao has never been manipulated by a woman in this life, so she still can't resist.

He thought he could appreciate Ye Cheng's embarrassment. This person usually pretended to be serious, but he was very funny when he was embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, the teacher was unfavorable and accidentally got himself involved.

"Got it." He avoided Meng Qiaoqiao's hand angrily.

This dance is comparable to execution.

Ye Cheng took a breath and adjusted: "Let's do it again."

After practicing the same movement five times in a row, the atmosphere relaxed a little.

But the two still didn't look at each other during the whole process, and they only looked at each other's hair when they touched each other's faces.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Meng Qiaoqiao pressed pause again, "Pay attention to your expression control! Lu Xiao, if you move your gaze upwards a little bit, it will turn into a roll of eyes. Is it difficult to look at his neck?"

Lu Xiao's forehead veins jumped wildly, so he had no choice but to look down as he was told.

I don't know if it's because he's grown taller recently or something, but Ye Cheng's height seemed to be about the same as him before, but now the top of his hair only reaches the tip of his nose.

When he lowered his head, he saw the collar with only two buttons.

The first button on it was empty, it was ripped off by him last time in the bar.

Looking from a high place, what you can see is a piece of delicate white skin, deep collarbones, and... two dots of pink.

The flash of pink was so sudden that he suddenly lost consciousness. Meng Qiaoqiao called him three times in a row without hearing him.

"Lu Xiao? Lu Xiao!" Meng Qiaoqiao was speechless.

Ye Cheng turned his head to look at him, and then he reacted.

Meng Qiaoqiao raised her eyebrows and said, "You guys are not good at this. Today is Thursday, and there are still three days until the exam."

This Sunday the school will review each program to finalize the schedule and rehearse.

There really isn't much time left for them to practice.

In order to speed up, Meng Qiaoqiao changed her strategy.

She spent a class studying their movements one by one.

The final explanation: "You can adjust the rest by yourselves. It's mainly a matter of tacit understanding. You have to find the feeling as soon as possible."

After coming from the dance studio, the two walked side by side under the shade of the trees.

Lu Xiao faced the dazzling sun and squinted his eyes: "Three days, it's so difficult."

Ye Cheng was sweating all over, but he felt a lot more relaxed, "Now I know it's difficult. Who asked you to find trouble for yourself?"

Lu Xiao turned around to face him, curled her lips as she walked backwards, "When this girl came to beg me, tears almost fell from my body. I can't just ignore her and save her."

The reflection of the mottled leaves scratched his cheek, making his whole person exude a refreshing and energetic smell.

Ye Cheng suddenly realized that no matter his age or status, some things never changed.

"You've missed your evening self-study," he said, "go to the dance class to practice."

Lu Xiao opened his eyes slightly, and his dark pupils shone like obsidian in the sunlight.

"‌It's rare that we college bullies actually take the initiative to skip class one day." He teased‌.

"Do you want to go? Don't forget it."

"Yes, of course."

During evening self-study, the two seats in the back row were empty.

Jiang Jin slept in a daze for most of the class, and was woken up by a stone outside the window.

He opened his eyes drowsily and saw a face painted white, and he almost fainted from fright.

When I looked again, I found it was Jiang Yirong.

"Come here." Jiang Yirong shouted.

Jiang Jin was still in shock and ducked out of the back door.

In the corridor, Jiang Yirong was holding two cups of milk tea and looking around: "Where is Lu Xiao?"

Jiang Jin touched the back of his head. It turned out that he was not here to find him.

"He and Brother Cheng went to the dance studio, saying they were going to rehearse a show." He said gloomily.

Jiang Jin's expression became even more disappointed when he saw the milk tea in Jiang Yirong's hand.

"Do you want me to help him?" he asked‌.

Jiang Yirong shook her head, a little absent-mindedly: "No, I'm going to find him. I happen to have something to ask him."

After saying that, she turned around and left without any hesitation.

Jiang Jin sighed melancholy.

Jiang Yirong walked from the teaching building to the Art Center, her expression was not very relaxed, as if she was thinking as she walked.

The dance studio was on the second floor, and she went from room to room carrying milk tea.

When I walked to the third room, there was a small chatter inside.

Just as she was about to knock on the door, she saw the scene inside through the crack in the door.

Lu Xiao put one hand around Ye Cheng's waist and guided him: "You have to lean back, it's too stiff. You won't fall, I'm holding you up."

"Is this..." Ye Cheng looked very tense, leaning half-rely on his chest.

He was so focused on the mirror that his foot slipped and he stepped firmly on Lu Xiao's foot.

However, Lu Xiao didn't move at all. Instead, in order to prevent him from falling, the hand on his waist did not move away at all, and he just let him step on it.

When Ye Cheng lowered his head, he realized that his pair of white shoes had been marked with several shoe marks.

He stood up awkwardly and apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

As he said that, he stepped on aj again with his other foot.

Ye Cheng: "..."

Lu Xiao's eyelids twitched twice, trying to ignore his favorite shoes, and patiently said:

"Relax, you danced well just now."

Starting from practice tonight, he seemed to have adjusted his mentality. He has been taking the initiative to motivate Ye Cheng, and he has not shown any resistance to close contact.

Ye Cheng took a deep breath and decided to commit himself to it.

At this moment, the door of the dance studio made a sound.

They turned to look at the same time. Jiang Yirong quickly stood firm and said with a blushing face: "I'm sorry for disturbing you."

Ye Cheng quickly moved away from Lu Xiao. Lu Xiao's hand paused and she let go of him.

"Lu Xiao, I have something to do with you. If it's convenient..." Jiang Yirong hesitated and explained the purpose of her visit.

"It's not convenient, we're rehearsing." Lu Xiao interrupted her.

Jiang Yirong's face froze.

Ye Cheng wiped his sweat and said, "I'll go down and buy a bottle of water, and you guys can chat for a while."

Looking at Jiang Yirong's expression, he didn't look like a young girl in love with spring, so he brushed her off without much concern.

After Ye Cheng left, Jiang Yirong couldn't help but glance at his back.

Lu Xiao looked in the mirror and shook his sweaty hair, and asked casually: "You want something from me?"

Jiang Yirong handed him the milk tea and said, "Here, the fleshy grapes you like."

"Thank you." Lu Xiao took it and hung it on the handle.

Jiang Yirong hesitated for a moment: "Actually...it's okay. I just want to come and see you."

Lu Xiao frowned and looked at her in the mirror: "Jiang Yirong, let me tell you, I don't want to fall in love."

"Who's going to say this?" She became anxious and stamped her feet.

Lu Xiao's voice was a little cold: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Yirong bit her lip and could only say: "During the parent-teacher meeting today, I... accidentally heard you talking to your mother..."

Lu Xiao turned around quickly, forcing her to take two steps back.

"Did you hear ‌‌?" His voice was low, with a hint of chill.

Jiang Yirong's face turned pale and she stammered: "I, I just want to care about you, nothing else... Don't worry, I didn't even hear it..."

Lu Xiao's eyes were a little scary, and he looked at her coldly: "No need. If you don't want to cause trouble, just shut up."

He rarely talks to girls in such a serious tone.

Jiang Yirong was so frightened that her hand holding the milk tea bag trembled slightly.

Just when she thought Lu Xiao was going to beat someone up, a clear voice came from the door.

"What's wrong?"

Ye Cheng stood at the door, holding a bottle of water in his hand.

Lu Xiao raised his head and glanced at him quickly. His eyes made him stop and stand where he was.

He said, "It's too late, we'll have to wait in line tomorrow," and walked out the door without even looking back.

Ye Cheng and Jiang Yirong looked at each other.

He cleared his throat and broke the silence: "Are you okay?"

Jiang Yirong looked like she was about to cry without tears. The milk tea bag in her hand was almost broken.

"It's okay." She forced herself to shake her head, still unable to hide her low mood.

Ye Cheng said: "Did you have a fight?"

Jiang Yirong walked over and handed the milk tea to his hand: "No, I'll give this to you. I wish you a smooth performance."

"...Thank you." Ye Cheng had no choice but to accept it.

Jiang Yirong said: "By the way, I heard that the school will invite parents to watch on the day of the performance. Please pay attention to Lu Xiao and spend more time with him."

She was so clueless that Ye Cheng was confused.

Jiang Yirong said lightly: "I think he likes you quite a lot, and he should be willing to tell you this."

Her last sentence was humming like a mosquito, Ye Cheng didn't hear it clearly: "‌‌?"

"No, I'll go first." She lowered her head and hurried away.

Ten minutes later, Ye Cheng was holding milk tea and hiding in the corner of the back row with Jiang Jin.

After going around in circles, the cup of fleshy grapes fell into Jiang Jin's hands.

Ye Cheng gave him his own cup, and Jiang Jin asked, "Aren't you going to drink?"

"I don't like this, it's too sweet." He waved his hand.

Jiang Jin took a big sip of grape juice and was puzzled: "Even if the confession fails, Brother Xiao won't be so angry, right?"

Ye Cheng shrugged: "Who knows, he seems to be in a good mood these days."

Because he agreed to dance, Lu Xiao has not stopped gloating over the past two days.

"Forget it, never mind. Anyway, as long as Rongrong doesn't confess her love successfully, my chance will come." Jiang Jin hugged the milk tea with a happy face.

Ye Cheng thought of Jiang Yirong's last few moments. Parents of performers would indeed be invited to attend the cultural evening, but in the end there was no strict requirement for them to come or not.

For example, he would never let Gao Qiulan come because it was too embarrassing.

Could it be that Lu Xiao’s reaction just now had something to do with this incident?

A few days later, Lu Xiao's mood seemed to be back to normal.

On Sunday morning, they successfully passed the school inspection.

Although this dance is more exciting, the only advantage of Thirteen is that the school leaders are not as rigid as Fu.

Ye Cheng still remembers that when he was a freshman in high school, he was kicked out of a girl group dance in his class.

After the program was finalized, even the gatekeeper across the street knew about the pas de deux between the thirteen-year-old school girl and the student god.

At the same time, there was a group of people who planned to sneak in quietly that night to take a look.

Huang Sheng'an started to blast the news. Fried Ye Cheng.

【You want to dance with your boyfriend without tomorrow?】

[It’s too exciting, let me slow down. [Sa Beining Ventilator]]

【Are you dancing in the female position or is he dancing in the female position? 】

Restrain yourself: [He wears a short skirt and dances in the female position.]

Huang Sheng'an was stunned.

Restrain yourself: [So you still poke your eyes out, stop looking, and he is not my boyfriend.]

Huang Sheng'an:【...Don't.】

Ever since the spring outing, Huang Sheng'an had regarded Lu Xiao as Ye Cheng's puppy love.

Ye Cheng couldn't explain clearly, so he simply ignored him. There was no point in trying to stop him anyway, he would slip away to watch and even use his mobile phone to record videos.

At Meng Qiaoqiao's suggestion, they ordered two costumes, one black and one white.

The loose shirt made of the same silk material is lazy and a little sexy, which is very suitable for this performance.

The other backup dancers were members of the dance club recommended by the art troupe, and we all performed together one last time before Monday.

Starting from Monday morning, no one can concentrate on reading.

The evening cultural performance has become the most anticipated event this month.

In math class, Xu Chao hit three distracted people with chalk one after another.

He said angrily: "I don't blame you for deserting. Can you please start the afternoon class again? Both of them feel like they have lost their souls!"

No one is afraid of him.

Li Junxiao smiled and asked: "Teacher, what are you most looking forward to in tonight's program?"

Xu Chao looked towards the back row, and Ye Cheng immediately lowered his head, thinking, "You can't see me, you can't see me."

"‌It has to be—" Xu Chao's face was like the sky in June, changing at a moment's notice, and his eyes softened by more than an octave, "It's our class's pas de deux."

The audience burst into laughter and looked behind.

Ye Cheng's face was almost buried in the book, and he didn't dare to look at Lu Xiao next to him.

‌It’s endless!

Jiang Jin laughed so much that he cried in the group: [Giggle, giggle, the head teacher took the lead in kowtow, this is the first time in my fucking life that I have seen him. 】

Don’t eat fish? [I’m tired of saying the word “envy”. The seniors who can make sweets at a glance are probably the virtues accumulated by their ancestors. 】

Xiaotang Chuan'er: [Looking forward to tonight's Xiaocheng! I was ordered by the teacher more than twice. I laughed to death and couldn't learn at all. 】

Depressed szd: [Who is not...]

At seven o'clock in the evening, the cultural performance started on time.

Since "No Tomorrow" is a relatively late program, the two of them did not need to put on makeup in advance.

Jiang Yirong was miserable. Her girl group dance was in third place and she didn't even have time to eat dinner.

Jiang Jin seized the opportunity and Pidianpidian packed a lunch box for the goddess.

Meng Qiaoqiao asked Lu Xiao to go to the dressing room next door first, while she transformed Ye Cheng here.

She skillfully shook off the brush and started to apply the powder on Ye Cheng's face. As she applied it, she said with emotion: "The skin is good if it has no blemishes. It doesn't even cover blemishes, and you have to use the whitest shade as foundation."

She stuck the sequins under Ye Cheng's cheeks, then applied a thin layer of lip gloss, and her facial makeup was completed.

"Wow, look." Meng Qiaoqiao raised his head and faced the mirror.

Ye Cheng looked at his face and said calmly: "Thank you for your hard work, teacher."

"Is this your reaction?" Meng Qiaoqiao was unwilling to accept it, but then she thought about it, "Well, after all, you look in the mirror every day and you have to be handsome. Maybe you are used to it."

Ye Cheng was amused by her: "It's the teacher who did the makeup well."

Meng Qiaoqiao gave him a heart-shaped bangs and said: "You are suitable for this style. I suggest it be semi-permanent. Fortunately, the principal said it shouldn't be too frizzy, otherwise I will get you a sexier one, paired with a white shirt."

, it’s absolutely a blast.”

Ye Cheng was helpless: "I don't know if the bomb will blow up the place or not. Maybe the principal will blow me up first."

"Pfft." Meng Qiaoqiao laughed.

When the makeup was almost done, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in." Meng Qiaoqiao was busy playing with his hair and raised her voice.

The dressing room door was pushed open, and Ye Cheng saw Lu Xiao in a black shirt in the mirror.

His collar is half-open, with scattered tassels hanging down his chest. He is wearing black pants and high-top boots underneath.

Her hair was specially styled, which looks messy, but exudes a rebellious temperament; her flowing hair is pulled up, revealing her sharp yet delicate eyebrows.

From head to toe, everything exudes the seductive aura of Zha Su.

Just stand inside and you will automatically attract the attention of the people around you.

Even when Meng Qiaoqiao saw him, she couldn't help but froze.

Lu Xiaoyue placed a paper bag on her dressing table.

"Didn't you just say you were sleepy? I ordered a cup of coffee." He put his hands in his pockets and stood aside to watch Meng Qiaoqiao put on her makeup.

From the moment he entered the door, his eyes never left the person in the mirror.

Ye Cheng opened the bag, and inside was a cup of latte, bitter orange flavored.

"Thanks." He smiled, picked up the straw and took a sip.

The cool and fragrant liquid, mixed with the rich fragrance of bitter orange, flowed down the food, and the whole person instantly became sober.

Meng Qiaoqiao put down the spray and said: "Let it dry for a few minutes and don't touch it with your hands. I'll go backstage to see if anyone needs touch-up makeup. Please pay attention to the venue control arrangements."

Ye Cheng nodded and watched her leave.

Lu Xiao pulled up a stool, sat down on his right side, and whistled: "She's very beautiful, Brother Cheng."

Every time he calls me Brother Cheng, he is either teasing or causing trouble.

No, Ye Cheng misunderstood this time. He simply thought she was beautiful, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes away.

Lu Xiao's Chinese language has always been slow, and she couldn't find a suitable adjective for a while.

He just felt that Ye Cheng's whole body was shining brightly.

The hair is stained with bright silver powder, the ends of her eyes are decorated with bright rhinestones, and the collar and collar of her clothes are covered with bright glitter.

‌Damn, it looks good.

Lu Xiao couldn't help but move her hands, brushed his hair, and got a hand full of silver powder.

"Hey! I told you not to touch him." Ye Cheng was anxious and hurriedly stopped him.

Lu Xiao smiled evilly and stretched out his claws again. Ye Cheng did not dare to move his head much and waved his arm to his side.

Impartially, the fingertips just caught his eyebrows.

"Holy shit, you committed murder!" Lu Xiao screamed in pain and covered his eyebrows.

Ye Cheng retracted his hand and saw the darkness on his fingertips: "..."

Lu Xiao stared at a few black fingers for two seconds, and then shouted angrily: "You have to pay for your eyebrows!"

…

Five minutes later, Ye Cheng came from outside panting.

"The makeup artists are all busy and no one is free," he said awkwardly.

Lu Xiao sat on the chair and sulked.

One of his three eyebrows was erased, which looked quite funny.

In order to fit today's eyebrow shape, the makeup artist specially trimmed off part of his original eyebrows.

Now that's good, it comes with wifi.

Ye Cheng looked at the time and saw that there were only three programs left before they started.

He swallowed and took the initiative: "How about I help you paint?"

Lu Xiao looked at him with a sullen face: "Are you okay?"

"I haven't eaten pork and I've seen pigs running around. Just follow the painting." Ye Cheng didn't give him a chance to object and dug out a pen from his cosmetic bag.

He was about to get started, and when he pulled it out, he found that the tip of the pen was too thin.

"I picked it up by mistake. This seems to be eyeliner." He put it down and started looking for it again.

Lu Xiao: "...Can you be any more unreliable?"

After some searching, Ye Cheng finally found the eyebrow pencil.

He rotated the pen tip and leaned on it: "Don't move, I'm afraid my hands will shake."

The knife was already placed on his neck, and Lu Xiao could only let him slaughter her.

Ye Cheng made some gestures and found something was not going well, so he gently hooked his chin: "Lift your face a little."

Lifting the strong mandible with his slender index finger, Lu Xiao felt as if he was being teased.

He raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. A pair of light brown crystal eyes were very close at hand, and his eyelashes were stained with dots of silver powder.

Fluttering and fluttering, it stirred and trembled with the owner's breathing, like fragile cicada wings.

Damn, it’s so mind-blowing.

He was thinking erratically.

Lu Xiao's legs were spread wide, so Ye Cheng bent over and stood between his legs in order to draw his eyebrows.

As he continued to draw, he felt that he still wasn't getting it right, so he bent his knees and knelt on Lu Xiao's chair with one leg.

In an instant, Lu Xiao's breathing stopped.

The knee between his legs was only a few millimeters away from him, and the material of the trouser legs was almost touching his crotch.

For a moment, the pores all over his body were about to explode.

"Ye Cheng!"

Lu Xiao couldn't bear it any longer, so she grabbed his writing wrist and moved it away from his face.

The protruding wrist bones were burned into the palm of his hand, and he easily wrapped the entire wrist.

Ye Cheng was originally concentrating on drawing her eyebrows, fearing that she might make a mistake.

With this sudden movement, the eyebrow pencil almost scratched Lu Xiao's cheek.

Frightened, he screamed and fell forward unsteadily.

He said it late and then quickly, seeing that the tips of their noses were about to touch each other, Ye Cheng hurriedly put his hand on Lu Xiao's shoulder.

Lu Xiao was also shocked and froze in place without the ability to speak.

With a click, the door lock turned.

"Ye ‌, when your program is ‌‌..."

Huang Sheng'an's voice stopped suddenly.

After a while, he stumbled and said: "No, it's okay... you continue!"