MTL - I’m Always the Villain-Chapter 51 Campus Heartthrob Crematorium 8

Chiye's limbs seemed to have some kind of physical reaction, and he stood there stiffly, looking at Sang Jiuchi at a loss.

He knew that Sang Jiuchi wasn't joking, but this...

Sang Jiuchi continued: "As I said, to free you from the cover of the machine. Then you must first take off the cover of the machine. Dance comes from nature, you need to get rid of all foreign objects and feel the surroundings with your body. and nature."

Sang Jiuchi's words were sincere and unpretentious, and Chiye even thought that the person who was wretched was himself.

Seeing that Chiye still couldn't let go, Sang Jiuchi stood up and walked in front of him.

Under the dim light, Sang Jiuchi's already clear eyes were particularly bright.

"You are very shy." Sang Jiuchi said firmly, "You are afraid that you will have imperfect movements on the stage. This is actually due to your lack of self-confidence. You are not only shy but also timid."

Sang Jiuchi's eyes were a little cold, "If you can't even overcome your timidity and shyness, I may have really found the wrong person. Let's end the pas de deux, just pretend I didn't mention it to you. As for your dance... "

Sang Jiuchi frowned, a little embarrassed, "I'll think of something else to help you overcome."

Hearing that Sang Jiuchi was going to cancel the cooperation with him, Chiye immediately grabbed Sang Jiuchi's wrist nervously, "Don't, I can do it, I know you are doing it for my own good, and I can overcome it."

There was still doubt in Sang Jiuchi's eyes, "Really?"

Chi Ye nodded vigorously, "Really!"

Sang Jiuchi took two steps on his back and sat back in his seat.

This time, he did not face Chi Ye in a lazy and casual manner.

Instead, the legs are slightly separated and placed squarely in front of the chair.

Lean forward and rest your elbows on your thighs.

He crossed his fingers and looked at Chi Ye seriously, "Don't waste your time, curfew at 11 o'clock, hurry up."

Chi Ye's scalp was a little numb, he gritted his teeth and grabbed the hem of his vest with his hands crossed.

Immediately after the arms are lifted up, the biceps, waist line and arms are pulled out of a perfect arc.

Under the dim light, Sang Jiuchi saw the eight-pack abs that Chiye had been hiding inside.

Neatly lined up there, each piece is beautiful without being obtrusive.

Sang Jiuchi's eyes darkened, but his expression did not change.

Chi Ye put it aside and looked nervously at Sang Jiuchi.

Sang Jiuchi's movements remained unchanged, "Continue."

Chiye bit his lips secretly, and heard Sang Jiuchi add: "All."

The sense of shame that he had planned to leave behind once again entrenched in his mind. He looked at Sang Jiuchi in surprise, with disbelief in his eyes.

Sang Jiuchi's voice was calm, "What's so shy? Didn't you go to a public bath when you took a shower?"

to go.

Chi Ye bit the corners of his mouth with his teeth, and tasted the fishy sweet taste in his mouth.

But it didn't feel the same.

Who has never seen the naked and white flesh of the big men, could it be the same as now?

Does he have feelings for those people, those people in the public bathhouse are just a background board to him.

But Sang Jiuchi is different.

Chi Ye gritted his teeth and saw that Sang Jiuchi frowned, the patience in his eyes seemed to be worn out.

Chi Ye wanted to cry.

He wanted to dance with Sang Jiuchi, but he felt that Sang Jiuchi was bullying him.

But Sang Jiuchi's eyes were so clear, and everything seemed to be just his own worries.

He really seems to be dancing with Sang Jiu Chi.

Chiye kept hypnotizing himself in his mind. Seeing that Sang Jiuchi's feet began to grind the ground impatiently, Chiye gritted his teeth, moved quickly, and threw both pants into a far corner.

Under the dim light, the wheat-colored skin that was still covered in sweat was completely presented in front of him.

There is no restraint, everything is unobstructed.

Sang Jiuchi stopped grinding his toes with satisfaction. He hid his mouth in his two hands that were arched into a hill, and stuck out his fiery tongue greedily, licking his lips greedily, with dark waves surging in his beautiful peach blossom eyes, "Take his hands away. ."

Chi Ye's eyes were stunned for two seconds, and in his ears, Sang Jiuchi's voice seemed a little hoarse.

He looked at Sang Jiuchi's eyes, his cold eyes still had no emotion, maybe the voice just now was just an illusion in his opinion.

It's all taken off, what else is there to be shy about. It's already like this, what else can't Sang Jiuchi watch?

Chi Ye, who was pushed to the ground repeatedly by shame, suddenly figured out this, and suddenly lost his previous shyness.

He coughed heavily to strengthen himself, stretched his back, and straightened his body, presenting all the best curves in front of Sang Jiuchi.

Sang Jiuchi nodded again with satisfaction, "I thought you were great through the clothes before, but now it seems that your body is not only great, but perfect."

Hearing Sang Jiuchi's generous praise, Chiye's heart fluttered, as if he was about to fly into the air.

The body stretched wildly again.

Shame is hardly worth mentioning in the face of expressiveness.

Sang Jiuchi stretched his legs forward casually, leaned back on the chair with a knife, and asked, "Is it cold?"

The temperature in the room was not bad, but Chi Ye had just finished dancing, and the sweat evaporated and took away some of the heat, and it was still a little cold between the cold and the hot.

Chi Ye nodded slightly, "It's a little cold."

Sang Jiuchi took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "Just do warm-up when it's cold, the robot's shell has just taken off half, and now throw away all your shame. It's still this morning's episode, "Above the Big River" "The middle part, do you need to warm up?"

Chi Ye's voice stumbled, "No, there's no need to warm up."

He has danced the dance "Above the River" thousands of times. He can step on every step perfectly without the need for music. Of course, all the movements can immediately come to mind.

Immediately, the content of a middle dance appeared in his mind. He thought about it, and his face turned red again.

Most of the actions in the middle are open and close.

The limbs are fully extended, reaching some extreme.

And...the range of motion is huge.

He looked down at his waist and looked at Sang Jiuchi hesitantly, "Do I want to..."

Sang Jiuchi put out a finger and waved, "No, just jump and throw away all your so-called shame. Only in this way can you release your hidden feelings."

Chi Ye swallowed and made a gesture.

It's impossible to control it as you want, let alone jump out of the perfect card point movements and postures.

This dance is bound to be imperfect.

Suppressing the shame in his heart, Chi Ye calmed down a little and began to listen carefully to the rhythm of the music.

With the arrival of the middle part, Chino's limbs began to dance with excellent mechanical memory.

It was the first time he had danced in this position, and in this situation, something was completely out of his control.

It was as if he couldn't control his attention to Sang Jiuchi.

The dance was messed up from the start.

When I entered the arena, I was half a beat slower, because of the unsuitable posture, even the simplest movements were not well standardized.

One mistake after another, it's just full of loopholes.

It was all wrong anyway, Chi Ye simply broke the jar and jumped up with the wildness in his heart.

Losing control of the perfect movement, Chi Ye listened to the music and began to fill in the images in his mind.

In a life-and-death battle where less wins more, the country is about to break, and orders are in danger, all hopes are pinned on the general.

The sustenance of the citizens and the monarch, the future of the country, the life and dignity of the generals, all of them, all were pressed on him.

Humiliation, unwillingness, pressure, countless emotions flooded into my heart.

He needs to find an outlet.

The tyranny in his heart was clamoring wildly, and the general turned all his emotions into hatred for the enemy, and recklessly swayed his killing intent mercilessly.

kill! kill! kill!

Kill all enemies!

Not for the country, not for the people, not for the monarch and his own responsibilities.

Just for the hatred and killing that has nowhere to vent.

The knife in his hand slashed without hesitation, he was no longer bound by those so-called "serving the country with loyalty", all he did now was killing!

I am a hero in the world, why should I die here and be humiliated by those shameful enemies? ! He is not reconciled, he wants to live, he is the king!

Applause suddenly sounded in the room.

Chi Ye was in a trance, and the scene instantly changed from the desperate battle of life and death to a dance practice room.

What happened just now?

Chi Ye stared blankly at Sang Jiuchi, and saw that Sang Jiuchi had stood up, clapping his hands rhythmically for him, and the admiration in his eyes was about to come out.

Chi Ye is still in a dream.

He was praised by Sang Jiuchi, did he dance really well just now?

But his movements were obviously wrong, and the card points at the beginning were wrong.

Do not.

It's not a problem of stuck points.

Although there are mistakes in the movements, today's dance is a time when he has never experienced, and when he has never danced, the picture will be reproduced before his eyes.

At that moment just now, he seemed to have become the general.

All his emotions were released naturally. He didn't even know what he was dancing just now, and his mind was completely infected by the general's thoughts. He was beating instinctively, as if he knew what he was dancing, but he didn't seem to remember what he was dancing.

In short, his mind was chaotic, and after finishing the song, he didn't even have the ability to replay.

Sang Jiuchi had admiration in his eyes, "It's great."

Chi Ye was a little surprised because he didn't remember what he danced just now, "Is it really great?"

Sang Jiuchi gave a thumbs up, "Of course, you still don't believe me?"

Chi Ye's heart blossomed with joy, "I believe, I believe."

Sang Jiuchi walked over with his mobile phone, "I videotaped you just now, you can see for yourself."

Sang Jiuchi handed the phone to Chiye and added, "I'll delete it after you read it and review it. Don't worry, I won't send out such a private video."

Chiye blushed a bit, took Sang Jiuchi's phone, clicked it and started to read.

He looked at it, surprise flashed in his eyes.

It's not that he didn't believe Sang Jiuchi's words, but when he saw this video himself, he finally understood why Sang Jiuchi applauded.

This dance is so emotional.

When he jumped here before, all the movements were perfect, and every time he replayed the game, he was most concerned about the release of the movements.

But looking at it again today, he only noticed the release of his emotions in the video.

Wild, fierce and murderous.

Just across the video, he was frightened by his own madness.

The catharsis of emotions has long overshadowed the exact actions, although it is not perfect, but it makes people feel scared.

Sang Jiuchi had a smile on his face, "How is it? How do you feel?"

Chiye looked at Sang Jiuchi excitedly, "Is this really what I danced?"

Sang Jiuchi was made to laugh by Chiye's confused expression, he nodded and looked at Chiye, "Who else is it? Do I have a bad hobby of recording indecent videos for people?"

Chi Ye pulled the video back and watched it again.

In the video, the murderous aura and hatred seemed to rush out through the screen, rushing straight to Ye Ye's forehead.

The self in the video glanced at the camera, and Chi Ye's cold sweat immediately oozes out of his back uncontrollably.

At that moment, Chi Ye's soul seemed to be pried open by something.

Comprehension was dispelled in an instant.

It turns out that this is dancing, this is real dancing.

His previous movements were just mechanical imitations, as if the robot perfectly reproduced the movements of the original owner, but did not release the soul at the same time.

Chi Ye was excited, and unconsciously hugged Sang Jiuchi, who was in front of him, and turned around twice before realizing what he had done.

He immediately hurried Sang Jiuchi to put it down again, and looked at Sang Jiuchi gratefully, "Teacher, thank you."

Sang Jiuchi's eyes dodged a little, he stepped back with a little panic, and stood up with the chair behind him.

The pale pink glow climbed up his cheeks, and even the color at the end of his eyes increased a bit.

Sang Jiuchi's eyes were a little confused. He sat slumped on the chair, one hand wrapped around the back of the chair, and the other hand clenched his fist tightly against his chest.

He opened his mouth slightly, gasping for breath.

There was mist in his eyes, as if something was chasing him.

He wanted to vent, but he had to try his best to suppress it.

Seeing Sang Jiuchi's contradictory expressions and actions, Chi Ye hesitated for a moment.

Suddenly, his chaotic brain froze with a bang.

Chi Ye swallowed his saliva and asked cautiously, "Teacher, you won't... get sick, right?"

He seemed to be in close contact with Sang Jiuchi just now.

He not only picked up Sang Jiuchi, but also carried him around twice.

This! !

Chi Ye's brain was buzzing, he desperately recalled the popular science he read yesterday.

What did the doctor say...

how to say...

By the way, the doctor said that patients with skin hunger and thirst should not be suppressed, but should be channeled and comforted.

appease…

How to appease?

Think quickly.

The cause is a lack of security, and hugs can make people feel secure. Comfort, can holding him give him a sense of security and comfort him?

Chiye's gaze moved up from his toes and moved to Sang Jiuchi's face.

Then, suddenly stopped.

In order to suppress the illness and the sound, Sang Jiuchi had bit his teeth to his lips.

A bright red blood ball rolled to the junction of the teeth and lips, staining the roots of the teeth red.

Chi Ye jumped in his heart.

At this moment, Sang Jiuchi lost his previous coldness. He was tortured by the pain, and his body responded uncontrollably.

Obviously don't want to, but have to.

Sang Jiuchi's expression is now surprisingly fragile, like a ready-made ice flower.

Chiye's chest seemed to be clenched by something, he no longer hesitated, walked forward in three steps, and hugged Sang Jiuchi, who had shrunk into a ball, in his arms.

He gently patted Sang Jiuchi's back with his palm, "It's okay, it's okay. Don't suppress it, the more you suppress it, the more you will get worse. Let me help you, okay? I want to help you."

Sang Jiuchi in his arms raised his head weakly, and looked at Chi Ye with a pair of shame and wet eyes.

He shook his head hastily, rolled his body into a ball, and shrank into Chiye's broad and powerful chest.

Compared with the wild and wild figure, Sang Jiuchi's figure is slender.

He is clearly 180 in height, but he is only a small lump in Chi Ye's arms of 1900.

His teeth were still biting his lip, not letting go.

Sang Jiuchi's two hands even began to beat his body hard, as if he was extremely disgusted with himself.

Chi Ye saw it, and only felt distressed.

With one hand, he held Sang Jiuchi's two dangling wrists in his hand, and his slender wrists were full, and there was even some space between them.

Chi Ye was surprised at Sang Jiuchi's slenderness, and his other hand continued to gently pat his back to comfort him.

Chi Ye's voice was soft and soothing, like coaxing the most disobedient child, "Loosen your teeth, you'll bite your lips off like this."

Sang Jiuchi didn't listen, just shook his head desperately.

More blood seeped out, Chi Ye frowned, subconsciously lifted Sang Jiuchi up, and put his lips on it.

Finally pulling his teeth apart, Chi Ye backed away panting slightly.

The sound that had been suppressed poured out uncontrollably as the gate opened.

Sang Jiuchi spoke with difficulty, "Let go of my hand."

Chi Ye hesitated for a while, but finally let go of his hand obediently.

As soon as he released it, Sang Jiuchi tightly hugged Chi Ye's neck with both hands.

The bodies of the two were tightly pressed together, there was no gap, and without much attention, Chiye could feel the changes in each other's bodies.

Chi Ye's expression became a little subtle.

Sang Jiuchi pressed against Chiye's ear and said with all his strength, "Help me, help me quickly."

Chino widened his eyes.

Do you mean to help him...

Chi Ye looked at Sang Jiuchi in surprise, and saw Sang Jiuchi nodded to himself, "Hurry up, don't waste your time."

Chi Ye looked bewildered, and his throat was terribly dry.

He looked at Sang Jiuchi, who was lost in front of him, and suddenly felt that he seemed to be lost too.