MTL - When the Empress Dresses Up As a Female Trainee-Chapter 2 I didn't expect you to care about me so much.

/ Mo Baqian

"Everyone's foundation is different, so you don't have to embarrass yourself too much."

"The personal solo mission was arranged too suddenly, your teammates can understand your difficulties and won't blame you."

Before leaving the big classroom, He Ruilin said this to Qi Mo.

Gentle and understanding.

Different from everyone else's attitude.

Probably very few people can resist this kind of brainwashing, and they will be paralyzed to some extent.

Especially the person who spoke was an extremely good-looking young man.

But for Qi Mo, these tricks are too childish.

She crossed her arms and yawned lazily, "Don't worry, I don't embarrass myself, I only embarrass others."

It was getting late, and in the past, it was almost time for her to go to bed.

He Ruilin was slightly taken aback, obviously he did not expect to get such an answer.

The phrase "femme fatale" popped up in his memory.

He turned his mind back. Could it be that Qi Mo has seen his and the company's plan?

Zhou Cheng took the mineral water bottle and walked up to He Ruilin, with disgust and disgust in his eyes.

"You are really good at embarrassing others. Don't keep pestering Brother Lin to delay his dance practice. We will all be thankful!"

Qi Mo raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

The boy had dark skin, short hair, a solid figure, and a visibly irritable temper, with no sense of beauty at all.

She looked at him calmly for a second, then raised her eyebrows.

"Thank goodness for what, shouldn't..."

The neutral and slightly hoarse voice elongated a bit, she took a step forward and approached Zhou Cheng.

"Thank you?"

Zhou Cheng only felt that the person he hated the most had come in front of him, so he hurriedly took a step back.

He murmured in his heart: Qi Mo usually only yells like a shrew, why is he so aggressive today?

"Then thank you so much!" he said angrily.

"Okay, Ah Cheng, don't be angry." He Ruilin pulled Zhou Cheng's arm, and glanced at the camera next to him.

In case it is cut in, the gain outweighs the loss.

Qi Mo saw He Ruilin's small movements and followed his gaze.

The purpose of entry is the camera on the wall, which is pitch black, just like human eyes.

No wonder she always felt as if someone was staring at her.

Is there really no soul-stirring technique for this kind of thing?

…

"Qi Mo's solo will be against Wang Che. Although Wang Che's overall ranking is not high, his rap level is not low, so...Qi Mo spends a day rehearsing, and the chance of winning is not high."

The members of the Lan Muzhou team sat in the exclusive practice room, forming a circle.

"Brother Zhou is right. There are 30,000 votes for individual battles and 50,000 votes for team battles. In contrast, it is more important to keep the 50,000 votes that the team won."

"I think so too. I hope Xuanxuan can come back early tomorrow. Let's rehearse more."

Teammate Wang Zixuan really has something to do, so he asked the program team for a day off.

He ranks high in online betting, one of the only two high ranks in the Lan Muzhou team.

"Qi Mo, don't you have any objections to protecting the group battle?" Lan Muzhou turned around and asked.

Jiang Mingchen snorted, "Brother Zhou, ask him what he is doing, what kind of ivory can he spit out."

Lan Muzhou patted Jiang Mingchen on the shoulder, signaling him to stop talking.

At this time, the internal strife within the group is not good for anyone.

"Qi Mo, I know you admire He Ruilin, but you are not ranked high. Once you are eliminated, you will never have the chance to be on the same stage with He Ruilin again. Therefore, you should carefully consider how to choose."

As soon as the words "worship He Ruilin" came out, Jiang Mingchen and Xu Rong snorted lightly.

Brother Zhou put it so euphemistically.

Before Qi Mo could say anything, the door of the practice room was suddenly opened.

A staff member from the program group came in, "I just got the news that Wang Zixuan from your group sprained his ankle on the way back to the program group, it seems that his bone is broken, and he is currently hospitalized in a nearby hospital...!"

…

"I'm sorry everyone, my agent has already asked the program team to withdraw from the competition..."

Wang Zixuan's voice was not loud, and it was difficult to speak.

The atmosphere in the ward was gloomy.

For the second performance, both Lan He and the two groups won the lottery, the chivalrous ancient song "Quick Life" ①.

In such a song, it would be best to incorporate some martial arts moves into the choreography.

He Ruilin used somersaults in his personal solo on the first stage, and the applause was thunderous; and Wang Zixuan was the only person in the Lan Muzhou group with martial arts skills. He was the C position on this stage, and he was given the most important choreography during the choreography. a part of

Now that Wang Zixuan is suddenly injured and withdraws from the competition, it means that their choreography needs to be changed a lot, and they also lost the part that most fits the song and is the most explosive.

But the day after tomorrow is the official recording of the second performance.

Re-segmenting words and rearranging dance movements, the pressure can be imagined.

Lan Muzhou knew that Wang Zixuan would inevitably blame himself.

Feeling too oppressed in the ward, he clapped his palms a few times, and said in a relaxed tone, "I'm sorry for what you said, and you didn't want to get hurt. We're worried that you won't have time."

After he finished speaking, other teammates also followed suit.

"Yes, it happened so suddenly. How could we blame you? We just feel reluctant to part with you."

"If you retire in this way, you must feel uncomfortable."

"Xuanxuan, don't think too much, take good care of your injuries, there will be opportunities in the future."

Everyone comforted Wang Zixuan by chirping with each other.

Wang Zixuan's eyes were sore, he reached out to wipe the water from the corner of his eyes, and his voice was wet, "I... I don't want to retire, and I can still hold on to Ergong..."

Seeing that he was emotionally unstable, Lan Muzhou's voice was rare and gentle, "In your current situation, insisting on the competition will not do you any good. The company's decision is for your long-term consideration. If you keep the green hills, you will not be afraid of running out of firewood. There will be opportunities in the future. .”

Wang Zixuan covered his face with his hands, nodded and shook his head.

The day after tomorrow is the performance, his sudden withdrawal at this time is a great blow to the team.

Because he delays the whole team by himself, this is the most uncomfortable part.

As early as when he learned about his solo, Xu Rong pinned all his hopes on the group's 50,000 votes.

But now... the second performance, no matter the individual or the group, is basically a failure.

Xu Rong was extremely confused, but he couldn't complain about Wang Zixuan.

He pressed his knuckles to "snap" and said angrily, "Why isn't Qi Mo the kid who retired?"

When Qi Mo was mentioned, Jiang Mingchen had a disgusted expression on his face.

It's fine if you don't practice dancing seriously, but your teammate is injured and doesn't even look at it, and falls asleep in the dormitory by yourself!

That's right, they probably didn't regard them as teammates in their hearts!

He echoed Xu Rong's tone, "Really, it would be great if Qi Mo broke her leg. I will applaud her for her retirement!"

Choose between Qi Mo and Wang Zixuan, normal people will choose Wang Zixuan to stay.

But if Curse Qi Mo broke his leg, it would be a bit too much.

Glancing at his brothers, Lan Muzhou frowned disapprovingly, "Say less."

After finishing speaking, he stroked his flailing yellow hair with a headache.

Wang Zixuan retired, should they compete in the team competition or individual solo...?

The expression on his face didn't change, but his heart sank little by little.

So far, neither seems to have a chance of winning.

…

The sky is slightly bright.

Lan Muzhou entered the dormitory lightly, and by the light from the window, he touched Qi Mo's lower bunk.

Thinking of the scene when he came to look for Qi Mo yesterday, he frowned and leaned over unwillingly.

Before he had time to see the situation on the bed clearly, there was a "click".

Something lightly rested on his shoulder.

The hairs stood on end in an instant, and in the darkness, a creepy feeling swept over his whole body.

Lan Muzhou turned around, leaned on the edge of the upper bunk and took two steps back abruptly, hitting the wall behind him with a muffled sound.

In the dark, he saw a satisfied smile on Qi Mo's face, as if the prank had succeeded.

While he was relieved, the foul language also burst out.

Damn, he was screwed by Qi Mo!

Does this kid make no sound when he walks!

Showing timidity in front of Qi Mo, Lan Muzhou lowered his voice with embarrassment, "Qi Mo, are you naive? Is it interesting to scare others!"

"Who scared you? I see, you have a ghost in your heart." Qi Mo lowered his voice, with a teasing smile on his face.

She also put one hand on the edge of the upper bunk bed, leaned forward suddenly, and whispered in Lan Muzhou's ear, "What's the matter, come...night attack?"

Lan Muzhou exploded in a second.

The face that was so cold from the shock could not help but get hot at this time, and the voice raised a lot, "...I am a fart at night!"

"Well…"

Probably because she was disturbed, Chen Ke snorted softly and turned over.

Lan Muzhou glanced to the side, lowered his voice, and said angrily, "Come out and talk first!"

The lights in the corridor were always on, brightly lit.

It's such a blessing to have electric lights in this era.

Qi Mo looked at the lights above his head for two seconds.

"I know you don't want to be eliminated, so go wash up quickly, and follow me to the practice room after washing up."

After Lan Muzhou finished speaking, he yawned, with a look of tiredness on his face.

He stayed up all night and wanted to sleep.

But their group had too many problems. As the captain, there was no way they could even sleep.

Seeing that Qi Mo didn't stop talking, his face darkened a bit, "Don't be dazed, Xuanxuan retired, the participle choreography and choreography have changed, I rearranged it; and your personal solo, I helped you choose It’s a dance that’s not too difficult, but it’s absolutely explosive if you hit it right, Wang Che is good at rap, you still have a chance to win if you choose Dance.”

Qi Mo raised his eyebrows, smiled irritably, and teased: "I didn't expect you to care about me so much."

"...Who cares about you?!" Lan Muzhou couldn't help showing veins on his forehead.

Qi Mo picks on him all day, how can he still care about Qi Mo?

It's not Stockholm Syndrome!

He tapped Qi Mo's shoulders a few times with one hand, and said word by word: "I came to you because I didn't want the team to be affected by you. Don't be self-righteous."

Qi Mo didn't move, just tilted his head, looking at the slender fingers that kept tapping on his shoulder.

"Then you still play with me?"

After finishing speaking, she raised her eyes and glanced at Lan Muzhou, "It's easy to be misunderstood if people see it."

Lan Muzhou: …

The finger that stopped in the air, it's not right to retract it immediately, or to poke it down.

After being choked for a second, he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely not touch, hand, move, or feet with you in the future, and I won't let He Ruilin see it."

Seeing that Lan Muzhou's ears were suffocated, Qi Mo accepted it as soon as he saw it, and immediately took a step back.

She knew where the book was going.

Wang Zixuan unexpectedly withdrew from the competition, "Qi Mo" was hindered, and the performance stage was like the scene of a car accident. In the end, the Lan Muzhou team was defeated no matter whether it was a team competition or an individual solo; "Qi Mo" who was popular in black and red, the other three were all eliminated.

Also because of this incident, Lan Muzhou's black fans on the Internet increased exponentially.

If she was still Qi Mo from before, the Lan Muzhou team would be facing a dead end right now.

Especially this eldest young master, who will step by step towards family ruin.

Her expression turned serious, and she said, "Actually, you know in your heart that no matter how hard you try, you won't be able to win."

Qi Mo's words were not polite.

Lan Muzhou paused and frowned, but there was no sign of getting angry.

"Until the last second, no one can say for sure whether to win or not. Besides... Young Master, can I still lose to others?"

It was serious at the beginning, but in the end, it became more and more arrogant.

As the captain, if he doesn't have confidence in his team, it will be even more useless.

At least emotionally, always give the team a positive force.

So he folded his hands on his chest, his amber eyes revealing publicity, "So Qi Mo, if you want to stay and record the show, you'd better come to dance practice with me quickly."

It's not uncommon for Qi Mo, a savage and coquettish man from a high family, to see such a tough one.

She twitched the corners of her mouth, with a little appreciation in her eyes, and praised for the first time: "I didn't expect you to be a little bit resilient."

The veins on the back of Lan Muzhou's hands were bulging, and the tips of his ears were a little physiologically red because of his suffocation.

"Who can compare to you than self-willedness!"

Qi Mo: ...?

Are you misunderstanding something?