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Qiu Jianlun met Wen Zezhen's eyes, and was silent for a while, before finally turning his body sideways, "Don't bother you."

Wen Zezhen nodded at him, picked up Rong Yuheng and walked out.

As soon as I walked to the door, I suddenly heard Qiu Jianlun's meaningful voice from behind, "There are so many brothers in Master Rong's way."

Rong Yuheng, "..."

Qiu Jianlun, an old dog, bit him before he left!

Wen Zezhen stagnated slightly, but didn't stop, and only walked out the door with Rong Yuheng.

After the two were lined up in the corridor, Wen Zizhang glanced at the former with a deep gaze, "Are you brothers on the road again?"

Rong Yuheng lowered his head shyly, pretending to be stupid and scratching his hands.

Wen Zezhen can see that this person is of ostrich attributes. Whenever he encounters a problem he doesn't want to face, he will put his head in the sand without knowing how high his **** is upside down.

Just owe it to clean up.

Rong Yuheng didn't speak, and Wen Zezhen didn't ask any more questions. On the contrary, the former couldn't stand the silence and opened his little mouth ready to move.

"Ms. Wen, why are you here?"

Wen Zezhen said, "I just arrived, and I met Zhou Shubai last year. He asked me to come to the lounge to take a look."

Rong Yuheng nodded.

It seems that Zhou Shubai found out that he had been cheated after being taken out. Fortunately, he was not too stupid. He knew that he would ask for help to support his weak egg stripper.

"Thank you, Teacher Wen."

Wen Zezhen said, "There are still classes in the afternoon. You can go back to the dormitory and take a rest."

"I'll go to the program team to get some medicine. I just bumped my shoulder." The main reason was that he tried too hard to drive Qiu Jianlun away, and it was probably blue.

Rong Yuheng's words were an understatement, but Wen Zexuan was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at his shoulder, "Where did it hurt?"

Rong Yuheng nodded his shoulder, "Here, it hurts." He said, turning his head to look forward, and his peachy eyes raised slightly with a smile, "Why don't you help me wipe it, Mr. Wen? medicine?"

boom-!

Wen Zexong's mind was dumbfounded for an instant.

His heart jumped wildly, his throat rolled and he looked away, almost unable to restrain the ups and downs of his chest.

Efforts to calm down, he was about to say "It's okay" when he heard Rong Yuheng's cheerful and lively laughter from a bunch of hamsters eating food from his mouth, "Kokokokoko...I'm just kidding!"

Wen Zezong, "..."

grass.

Rong Yuheng went to the program team to get the medicine, wiped it up by himself, and went back to the dormitory. The whole process is smooth and flowing, and there is not even a small gap left for Wen Zezong.

As soon as I returned to the dormitory, the roommates rushed over and said, "Are you okay, what's the situation!"

…For a moment, Rong Yuheng thought he was a reporter from the battlefield.

Zhou Shubai's eyes were especially guilty, and it was rare that he didn't have a hard mouth, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. Is there anything wrong with you?"

Rong Yuheng rubbed his head, "There is nothing wrong with you, I have nothing."

"Then my brother—"

"He asks me to take good care of you."

Zhou Shubai obviously didn't believe it, but Rong Yuheng's mouth seemed to be locked, and he didn't want to say anything, so he had to give up.

"Then I will treat you to Georgian food..."

Rong Yuheng's chest choked and waved his hands again and again, "No way, thank you..."

Most of the lunch break has passed, and a few people will go out to class after a short break.

It happened that Rong Yuheng was learning dance in the afternoon, and since Wen Zezheng came today, it means that Ke Ting's class was replaced by him.

As soon as I walked into the classroom, I saw Wen Zezong.

The two were not far apart, and Rong Yuheng greeted enthusiastically, "Hello, Teacher Wen!"

Wen Zezhen gave him a blank expression.

Rong Yuheng didn't notice the little emotion of the former, only when he was usually cold and accustomed, he turned his head after greeting and played with the students.

Originally wanted to let Rong Yuheng bloom a flower to coax his Wen Zezong, "..."

As soon as Huang Jianing stepped into the classroom, he saw Wen Zezong's face as cold as a layer of ice, and there was a violent stop under his feet. Immediately following the latter's gaze, he locked in the crowd, Rong Yuheng, who was as happy as a little idiot, for almost a second.

"..." Well, the source of all evil has been found.

Huang Jianing was a little bit worried about Wen Zexong, and hurriedly ran to take Rong Yuheng out of the crowd, and pulled aside and asked in a low voice, "Did you offend Teacher Wen?"

Rong Yuheng was taken aback when he was asked, "No." Wen Zezheng kindly ran over to salvage him at noon.

Huang Jianing, "Oh, I might think too much."

Rong Yuheng agreed deeply, "Hmm, you just think too much!"

"..."

The students chatted for a while, and the class began when the time was up.

Although Wen Zezhen is a big figure in the film and television industry, he has won several dance awards since he was a child star. Later, he did not put aside dance in the performing arts industry. In terms of professionalism, he is no worse than Ke Ting.

He taught some movements and skills as usual, and then selected a few students to demonstrate, and then let the students practice independently, and he was responsible for correcting and guiding.

Huang Jianing pulled Rong Yuheng to practice together. He knew that the foundation of the latter was worse, but he didn't know why it looked particularly strenuous today.

"Yuheng, what's the matter with you? The movements on your hands are completely out of place."

Rong Yuheng didn't want to talk about his injury, and only shook his head, "I'm not in good shape if I haven't rested well."

Huang Jianing sternly held his shoulders, "What about it, it's the second round right away, get your energy up!" He stretched a little bit away and threw off his hand to demonstrate personally, "Did you see it, big arm? You have to work hard, or it will be soft and unsightly."

Rong Yuheng wanted to cry without tears, Huang Jianing taught so seriously that he was embarrassed to refuse again!

When he was about to dilly raise his hand, he heard Wen Zezong yell.

"Huang Jianing, come and jump for a while and let me have a look."

"Oh!" Huang Jianing turned his head and replied, and then told Rong Yuheng, "I'll go there first, you can practice yourself!"

Rong Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief as he stared at his back running away, then looked at Wen Zezong, and seemed to look at him.

Regardless of whether the former was intentional or unintentional, Rong Yuheng opened a flower to Wen Zezheng across the noisy crowd to express his gratitude.

After a distance, Wen Zezhen almost didn't hold his expression--

Intentionally planting flowers but not blooming, unintentionally planting willows and willows!

…

Because of a bruise on his shoulder, Rong Yuheng spent most of the rest of the time paddling, or just lonely and admiringly danced a few small house dances, as if a barrier was opened around him. .

The trainees nearby couldn't help it halfway through the jump, and stopped one after another to admire Rong Yuheng's house dance.

"Hahahaha what is this, it's kind of cute?"

Rong Yuheng has long limbs and well-defined bones. Even if he dances house dancing, his movements are neat and tidy, and he doesn't look feminine. There is a refreshing feeling of youth in it.

He danced and said, "House dance, come together!"

Everyone, "No, no, no, no..."

Rong Yuheng was deeply sorry, "You don't accompany me to dance, then forget it, next time I will join La Yi, he is willing to accompany me to dance anything."

Everyone imagined the scene of Zou Yi's sturdy figure dancing house dance, and they couldn't hold back the laughter of a steam engine.

"Pufffurfurfur...!"

The excitement here finally attracted Wen Zezong's attention, and it happened that he was also a little itchy in his heart, and when he saw the movement, he took the opportunity to walk over, "What are you doing?"

When the students saw this, they gave Wen Zezong a space. Rong Yuheng twisted halfway to see Wen Zezong, but didn't stop, instead asked him with joy, "Teacher Wen, do you know what this is?"

Wen Zezhen said, "I heard it, House Dance."

Rong Yuheng, "Then what do you think?"

Wen Zezong, "How about what?"

Rong Yuheng asked, "Is it cute?"

As soon as his voice fell, the students around him suddenly became excited, and burst into laughter. Everyone took advantage of the crowds and braved the courage to ask Wen Zezong.

"Ms. Wen, do you think it is cute!"

"Teacher Wen, isn't Xiao Rong cute!"

Huang Jianing also mixed in as a happy repeater, and he really admired Rong Yuheng.

He felt that Rong Yuheng dared to quarrel with Wen Zexuan like this, squirting hair on the tiger's head all the time, but the tiger still looked very comfortable.

Wen Zezheng was a little bit helpless amidst the roar. Since being pricked and laughed by Rong Yuheng, he seems to have relaxed his bottom line for the former.

Cute is really cute.

Wen Zezheng thought.

Rong Yuheng was still asking, "Teacher Wen, why don't you speak, Teacher Wen?"

The faces of the students watching the excitement next to them all have a sore smile—all boys in their early twenties, full of energy, gossip and excitement. This period of time has been suppressed for too long, and I suddenly found a place to play around, and suddenly gave birth to an excitement, the adrenaline soared, and my heart was pounding, and I couldn't press it down.

Forced by the situation, Wen Zezhen glanced at Rong Yuheng. During the latter's joyous dance, the wide hem of the clothes was raised high, revealing the flexible waist, white and tender and stretched upward, and a nice arc was drawn on the waist.

His eyes flashed and he pursed his mouth, "It's okay."

Rong Yuheng's disappointment swept away, but his face was extremely thick. He asked unwillingly, "Is it just okay?"

Wen Zetong's heart burst, and he blurted out the words to make up.

"...Then it's a little better than nothing."

Everyone was quiet for a second, then.

"Eh eh eh!!?"

"Hey! What did Teacher Wen just say!"

Damn it.

Wen Zezhen reacted.

He hurriedly raised his eyes, and it happened that the hand of the clock on the wall of the classroom had reached the end of get out of class. He suddenly looked solemn and said stiffly, "get out of class end."

Turn around and walk outside the classroom.

A cordial call from the students came from behind,

"Hey, isn't Mr. Wen as embarrassed that he has finished complimenting others?"

"Teacher Wen, don't leave, just make it clear how much more is more!"

Without looking back, Wen Zezhen walked out of the classroom with his backhand and closed the door with a "bang" to cut off the horrible laugh behind him.

He was the only one in the hallway. He walked quickly towards the stairs, and the wind he brought blew from the side of his face, his face was a bit burnt afterwards—

I just said something.

It sounded like he was coaxing him!