MTL - When the Empress Dresses Up As a Female Trainee-Chapter 26 Lan Muzhou's mind went blank...

/ Mo Baqian

Wei Liang flicked his forehead lightly, with little force, but it made Lan Muzhou take several steps back as if being bounced away.

He rubbed his forehead with his hand, feeling hot.

"you…"

After choking for a while, he raised his voice in vain, "Don't get close to me, I won't do this!"

After finishing speaking, he bit his lip subconsciously, his mind was in a mess.

Gazing at Qi Mo fiercely, he quickened his pace and walked towards his dormitory without looking back.

The slightly cool air passed by his ears, making it even more obvious that the tips of his ears were burning hot.

Kid Qi Mo... I'm afraid he's going to have a convulsion today?

And "believe I can handle it."

Who would believe such a nasty guy.

Lan Muzhou rubbed his forehead vigorously, he is not a child, what kind of forehead is he playing!

Looking at Lan Muzhou's back and seeing his pink ear tips, Qi Mo gently twirled his fingers.

It's overstepped.

But...now she's cross-dressing.

Isn't it too much to do some small actions as a man?

She lowered her eyes and thought for a few seconds, then shook her head.

Before filming the commercial, she did makeup and hair, and the feeling of sticking to her head and face was not very good, so Qi Mo went straight back to the dormitory.

After Sangong officially determined the grouping, in order to facilitate the communication between the trainees in the same group, they have changed the dormitory again.

She pushed the door open and went in, but caught the doorknob the moment she pushed it open.

"Brother Tianhao, when we talked a few days ago, didn't we already agree not to let this kind of news come out?"

It was He Ruilin's voice in the room, the voice was still warm and moist, but the tone was slightly cold.

He probably didn't have any sound on the outside, but Zhao Tianhao might be angry in the earpiece, so it's okay to make a loud voice.

It was very quiet around, and Qi Mo could vaguely hear some.

"It's not what you said before... the method... Anyway, I told the above... the method you thought of..."

"But the situation is different now. Qi Mo has surpassed Lan Muzhou and became the number one. And he has a lot of CP fans with Lan Muzhou now. If you do this, it's better to say that Qi Mo wants to be with Lan Muzhou." I tied CP, but I didn’t agree, so he went to form CP with Lan Muzhou. In this way, Lan Muzhou’s fans can retaliate, now..."

"Anyway...you have to debut in the C position..."

Zhao Tianhao was still talking about something, Qi Mo lowered his eyes and closed the door softly.

In the script, the "National Idol" contest was just the beginning of He Ruilin's campaign in the entertainment industry.

The relationship between him and the current brokerage company can be regarded as mutual use, but they are tied to the same boat, so they will not turn against each other.

Later, He Ruilin had enough capital to start/turn over this company in a blink of an eye.

Resolute is decisive, and ruthless is really ruthless.

It's no wonder that Zhao Congnan later had a sadomasochistic relationship with He Ruilin for hundreds of chapters.

In the end, there was a happy ending too... tsk, it's pretty amazing.

He Ruilin is a lot more cautious now, but he is still young after all, less than twenty years old.

Do you want to nip this seedling in the bud?

Qi Mo read a few words in his mind, yawned lightly, and walked towards the practice room.

The phone suddenly vibrated a few times, and it was a WeChat message from Lu Qingqing.

Lu Qingqing: The half-baked horsemanship you learned with me when you were young, can it still have this effect? ? ?

Lu Qingqing: Tell me, when did you learn it secretly? !

Qi Mo could imagine Lu Qingqing's tone when he said this, so he couldn't help pursing his lips and chuckling.

Qiqi: It's just luck, the shoulder ligament is strained, and I'm still wearing ice patches.

Lu Qingqing: Damn, is it all right? Will it affect your game?

Lu Qingqing: Seeing that you won the first place, I am already ready to lead your group with my dad after graduation!

Lu Qingqing: You have to take good care of it, just tell me what medicine you need!

Qiqi: I'm fine, I guess I'll be fine in a week

Qiqi: Waiting for you to lead our group

Lu Qingqing: Hahaha that's fine, you must make your debut, it's not easy for your family to let you hang around

Lu Qingqing: By the way, when your horse riding video went viral, the puppet producer approached you and said you can take the male lead.

Lu Qingqing: It’s just that I can’t save auditions, maybe because I’m afraid that my acting skills will be so bad that my eyes will be hot hahaha

Lu Qingqing: There is also the question you asked before. When the video was released this time, they also agreed, but after the recording of "National Idol" is over, you should give priority to them in the announcement schedule.

He subconsciously acted bravely, but he still got so many small rewards.

Just think that good people get good rewards.

Qi Mo lowered his head, typing and replying while walking forward.

When passing by the bathroom, Yan Zhaoyun just came out of it.

When the two met, he was slightly taken aback, then nodded as a signal, "I'm back."

After saying hello, I didn't say much, and went back to the practice room.

"Wait a minute, let's talk...?" Qi Mo's three steps turned into two, and followed him briskly.

Yan Zhaoyun was a little surprised, and seemed to be running away.

He pretended to laugh a few times, didn't stop, waved his hands and said: "If you have anything to say, just say it, you haven't practiced dancing all day, go to the practice room to practice dancing together, you can do it with everyone, but Rui Lin is not here now, it seems that something happened."

Without talking too much nonsense, Qi Mo followed his will and said directly: "Did He Ruilin tell you something?"

Is it so obvious? !

Yan Zhaoyun was taken aback by being told what was on his mind.

This time he didn't say anything, he just said something, and stopped at the same place.

"What do you want to tell me?"

For the first time, Qi Mo looked at Yan Zhaoyun carefully.

His appearance feels very comfortable, but it has nothing to do with refinement, and it doesn't quite conform to the popular aesthetics popular among idols.

The hearty and easy-to-talk personality is not popular, which makes him lack of memory points among trainees.

She waved at Yan Zhaoyun, "Come."

The two went to the gym together.

At this time, the trainees were all practicing dance in the practice room, and the gym was empty.

"When you were in country H, you were always alone. There was a language barrier, a different race, etc., which made it difficult for you to integrate into the group. As for your grades, they were not as ideal as I was before, so you will feel sorry for me when you see me, so offered to help me."

"But what I thought was the end of the crane suddenly counterattacked all the way. You treated me well before, but after the counterattack, I treated you no differently. You hope that you can treat others with the same attitude, and you can get the same response from others. So...I feel uncomfortable recently."

"In addition, someone said a few words that seemed to be provocative and casual, which made people think more wildly."

What happened, even his mental journey, was rightly told by Qi Mo, and Yan Zhaoyun felt ashamed.

At this time, he was not as carefree and cheerful as usual, covering his face with his hands.

"Actually, it's me... Well, I just have no strength."

It is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself. If you really have strength, you still need to see how others are doing?

He was indeed good to Qi Mo, but he didn't give Qi Mo any real help, but he only talked to Qi Mo occasionally, and his attitude was not bad compared to other trainees.

Originally, he felt unhappy in his heart, but now he was embarrassed by Qi Mo's confrontation.

It's ridiculous for a big man to think so many crooked things in his heart.

"It's not that you don't have strength, you are not suitable for being an idol."

Qi Mo said it mercilessly, and just said it lightly, which made Yan Zhaoyun stunned.

Being denied from the root cause, Yan Zhaoyun felt a sense of grief and indignation.

His so many years of hard work, so many years of hard work, was exposed by this light tone!

Rao has a good temper, and he also has a bit of a temper at this time, "I have been so many years...!"

"Others may not be very excited before going on stage, but at least they are not too nervous. But after you go on stage, you are too nervous, and every time you are afraid of your hands and feet. During practice, the dance moves are stretched enough, but when you go on stage, because you are afraid of making mistakes, The movement becomes very small, which is not good-looking. The same is true for the voice, which can always be heard if you listen carefully.”

Qi Mo didn't give him a chance to speak, and continued to speak according to his own observations.

"You are not suitable for this form of live performance. It is more suitable for live recording without audience, such as some variety shows or acting. The kind that can be NG, it is easier for you to show your fist."

Yan Zhaoyun choked for a moment.

Indeed, every time he performed on stage, he was extremely nervous, and all the problems Qi Mo said existed.

But, variety show or acting...?

He is a trainee who can't even make his debut relying on his old profession, how can he have such an opportunity.

After being analyzed thoroughly, the anger that had just risen in his heart calmed down again.

He put his hands on the window sill, and smiled, "Qi Mo, your thinking is too simple..."

"I was approached by a costume idol drama whose production is not bad, and I promised that I could take a trainee to play a small role. If "National Idol" is officially recorded and there is no **** in this project... would you like to go?"

Qi Mo leaned against the wall with his arms folded, as if he was saying "what's for dinner today".

It's rare that Yan Zhaoyun treats "Qi Mo" well, so let's thank him a little for "Qi Mo".

Yan Zhaoyun: ...?

He was a little dumbfounded.

Perhaps, for Qi Mo, this is so...simple?

…

Jiang Mingchen, Yan Zhaoyun and Feng Yuan who were kicked out of the Rap group had to learn the Vocal group's songs from scratch.

One or two days is bound to fail to learn a song, especially the dance of the Vocal group is modern dance.

Jiang Mingchen had sharp eyes, and was the first to see Qi Mo pushing the door open, and immediately trotted forward.

"Qi Mo, you're finally back. Modern dance is too difficult! It's not suitable for me at all..."

He spoke, expecting and complaining.

While counting on Qi Mo to lead him to dance again and again, he was very annoyed to catch up with such a dancer.

He has been hip-hop since elementary school, and he has formed his own style long ago, with tough and handsome movements.

But this time the song is very soft, and the dance is also very flexible, combining rigidity and softness, requiring a light and soft body.

It is completely different from his previous path, and the difficulty of learning is even higher.

"It's not suitable for you, it's easier for the audience to see a different you." Qi Mo said.

The light words made Jiang Mingchen enlightened.

He has always walked in the same style before, and the audience also knows that his street dance is good, so his image has long been fixed.

The audience can't see anything new in him, so they don't have more expectations.

If this continues, it will be difficult to absorb new powder.

Part of the reason why his ranking has improved by ten places this time is that the audience has seen his sand sculpture side.

It is the easiest way to attract fans that allows the audience to constantly discover newness in their bodies.

Qi Mo was able to attract millions of fans in a short period of time because he gave too many surprises and broke the circle.

Thinking of this level, Jiang Mingchen suddenly realized "Oh", with a happy face, "I see!"

He must work hard to practice dancing, seize this opportunity, and tell the audience that he can still dance like this well!

...how difficult it is to dance this dance well!

His expression was slumped for a second.

It's beautiful to think about, but it's useless if you can't do it.

"But I really can't learn it, huh..."

Jiang Ning spoke from the side, "Brother Chen is indeed not a physically uncoordinated person, but he feels a little stiff when dancing our dance, and it looks weird."

Chi Jia started to reflect after being **** off by Qi Mo, and felt that she was too stupid to trouble Qi Mo just because of Zhou Cheng's instigation.

Fortunately, he didn't offend Qi Mo completely. Qi Mo didn't take it seriously, so he pretended nothing happened.

So he also said: "Brother Chen is very quick to learn, but when he cooperates with us, he seems a bit abrupt."

Qi Mo glanced at Jiang Mingchen, "Raise your hand."

Jiang Mingchen raised his hands obediently.

Qi Mo lightly pinched the muscles of his upper arm a few times, and then asked, "Is the lower fork okay?"

"Huh?" Jiang Mingchen scratched his head.

I saw Qi Mo slid forward with his front foot, a vertical fork went straight to the end, it was terribly soft.

Then, like time rewinding, she slid again.

"How's your flexibility?"

Jiang Mingchen only knew that he was definitely not as flexible as Qi Mo, so he imitated Qi Mo's movement and slid his front foot forward.

After sliding only one and a half meters away, he was stuck in midair.

Trainees: ...? ?

Good guy, they thought their flexibility was the worst.

Didn't expect them to go anywhere.

Qi Mo sighed infrequently, "Your muscles are too stiff and lack tension. Even if you don't dance this dance, in the long run, you should slowly practice to restore elasticity; secondly, the elasticity of ligaments is also very important, like dancing Flexibility skills such as turning, flipping, and turning are essential."

Before Qi Mo finished speaking, Jiang Mingchen felt a subtle danger approaching.

"So starting today, stretch the tendons step by step every day. You are not too old now, so it is not too difficult. In addition, go to the Internet to find out how to restore the elasticity of the muscles, and practice every day."

Everyone present, including Chi Jia, who had some issues with Qi Mo, had experienced the pain of stretching muscles under Qi Mo's gaze.

Hearing Qi Mo's words, think about Jiang Mingchen's vertical fork...

Good luck to you bro.

Jiang Mingchen felt the subtle change in the atmosphere in the room, and couldn't help but tremble, "Just...does it hurt?"

Qi Mo looked at him, and the smile on his face slowly rose, "Try it now, don't you know?"

When He Ruilin returned to the practice room, he was startled by the screams coming from the room before he entered the door.

He pushed the door open and went in, only to see Jiang Mingchen being pressed against the wall by two people.

The legs are spread out, and the cross fork is being pressed, but the foundation is not good, and it is still far from being able to fully lower the fork.

Qi Mo raised his foot, gently pressing down on his thigh.

"It hurts, it hurts..." Jiang Mingchen wanted to cry but had no tears.

When he was in the company, the dance teacher often urged him to stretch his legs, but he thought it hurt and always fooled.

The dance teacher didn't force him, so he kept fooling around.

It's good now, and they rushed back together.

"Stressing your legs like this... will it be okay?" He Ruilin asked, seeming a little worried.

"I have a plan in my heart." Qi Mo didn't lift his head, "Count to 60."

Jiang Mingchen reacted quite quickly, and immediately counted from the beginning to the end.

In about half a minute, 60 numbers are counted.

Qi Mo raised his eyebrows, "Why are you counting so fast, let's count 60 more."

"Damn! Qi Mo, you tricked me, if you keep doing this... I'll never end with you!" Jiang Mingchen shouted at the top of his voice.

In the next second, the pressure on the legs seemed to be a little heavier again.

The expression on his face shrank, and he immediately started counting, not daring to delay.

"I even talked back to Qi Mo during the leg press, absolutely."

"Hahahahahaha maybe I haven't experienced pain."

"If the big devil let people go so easily, he wouldn't be a big devil."

Qi Mo swept over with a half-smile, and they immediately shut up.

Finally, after counting 60 more, Jiang Mingchen finally felt his legs loosen, and the force pressing him faded away.

The pain in his leg/root made him tremble uncontrollably, and he couldn't use any strength.

I could only paw the ground with both hands, and climbed two steps forward, allowing my legs to merge naturally.

When several trainees saw him like this, they couldn't help but "puchi".

"The worst thing is Jiang Mingchen."

"His tendons are too hard, and I have never practiced better than him."

With a bitter face, Jiang Mingchen said tremblingly: "The second husband will be recorded in less than a week, and it's too late for me to stretch my legs now!"

"It's a little bit better." Qi Mo pointed to Jiang Mingchen, "You can help him pat his legs and relax."

"okay."

After Jiang Ning got the words, he took a few steps forward and turned Jiang Mingchen who was lying on the ground over.

Then he raised his hand and clacked Jiang Mingchen's thigh.

Jiang Mingchen knew it was to relax him, so he didn't say much.

He just covered half of his face with his arm.

MD, why do you think this posture and action are so shameful!

Qi Mo turned his gaze away from Jiang Mingchen and landed on Yan Zhaoyun.

She curved her mouth and showed the same smile just now.

Yan Zhaoyun froze and took a step back, "I'll do it myself."

His skills were indeed not bad, his feet slid to the side, and he got off the fork very easily.

Feng Yuan also got it in a second, and started to fork on his own initiative.

His flexibility is much worse than Yan Zhaoyun's, but he can still see.

At least be able to make some very soft movements when dancing.

"I'm like this... okay?"

Seeing that no one was as miserable as him, Jiang Mingchen lay on the ground and hugged his head in pain, "Damn, I'm the only one in this miserable situation?!"

@Foam

"Hahahahaha, it's too miserable for you to meet the Great Demon King like this."

"Persist for a few days and it will work. Qi Mo is kind to you!"

"The Great Demon King is doing it for your own good, neither miserable nor miserable, persistence is victory!"

"Chi Jia, why did you have the nerve to say the word "gentle"? ! "

Jiang Mingchen's thighs are still shaking.

Gentle ghost!

The trainees were laughing and joking, and the atmosphere was unbelievably good.

Standing alone by the side, He Ruilin felt an inexplicable sulking in his heart.

Qi Mo casually leaned against the equipment in the practice room, without needing to speak, he was able to draw everyone's attention to it.

Even himself, when he entered the room, his eyes would unconsciously fall on Qi Mo.

Qi Mo, on the other hand, would give everyone an equal look.

Obviously before...Qi Mo only had eyes for him.

And at that time, he was the only one who was willing to give Qi Mo his eyes.

But now they were all looking at Qi Mo.

This feeling is like the treasure in one's own territory being coveted by others.

"Qi Mo, do you want to take us to dance again?"

"Let's get together again, isn't brother Lin just coming back?"

Jiang Mingchen complained angrily, "I think it's ok, go to bed early after a few reunions, your big devil must go to bed before ten o'clock every day."

He Ruilin frowned, forcing himself to hide all the discomfort.

Now is not the time to be distracted, getting the C position is the top priority.

He frowned and said, "Then let's get together a few times now."

During the day, they have already assigned their positions.

"If Love Has God's Will" is a love song. There are 8 people in their team, and they are divided into two groups.

Qi Mo raised his head slightly, looking at the soft-eyed boy in front of him.

A gentle and sad music sounded.

Everyone moves according to their own position, stretching their limbs with the music.

Just looking at the appearance, He Ruilin is indeed a gentle person.

Qi Mo recalled the words in the mobile phone memo, which revealed a little naivety in reality, and the look in his eyes became soft and complicated.

Every child is vaguely aware of his surroundings.

"Qi Mo" knew from an early age that he would shoulder heavy responsibilities.

It just so happened that she didn't have any particular favorites, nor did she have any dreams.

I have been following the arrangement at home, learning things that I don't like or hate every day.

And do your best.

Until one day, she saw a reporter interviewing several trainees.

She saw that the boy looked so soft and even fragile, but when he talked about his dream, the light in his eyes was shining.

Suddenly, it was so easy to be impressed.

[In TV dramas, lighting can't make such bright eyes. 】

She wrote in a rather mature and inexplicably naive tone.

[It is enough to be crazy once in a lifetime, while you are young! 】

Then she booked a plane ticket and flew back to the country secretly, and with the help of Lu Qingqing, she entered "National Idol".

[As a "boy", it's really strange to always stare at another boy. 】

[It's good to have something I like, I hope Mumu can go far. 】

[The other trainees don't seem to like me very much, but it doesn't matter, anyway, once they leave the show and resume their identity, they will never see each other again! 】

Between the lines, it's not so much chasing someone, it's more like chasing something you don't have.

The fusion of the two pursuits has become a kind of obsession and sustenance that is difficult to let go.

In the eyes of "Qi Mo", the boy in front of him is so shining.

With indomitable perseverance and endless efforts, everything in him is exchanged for his own efforts.

When she knew that many vicious tricks came from He Ruilin's "effort"...it must be hard to accept.

The shining and sunny boy is actually a scheming person.

It's really sad.

Qi Mo fixed his eyes on He Ruilin.

The young man has black hair and is well-behaved, his brows are always warm, and his bright black eyes are shining brightly under the reflection of the light.

Every dance step is so serious and devoted, and when I sing, I devote myself wholeheartedly, and the voice is soft with a touch of lingering.

When he sang a sad line, the usual gentle smile on He Ruilin's face fell silent.

The eyes were slightly dozed, and the bright eyes seemed to be filled with water mist.

Actions and expressions are so appropriate.

He really loves the stage, even during practice.

It's just... maybe the only thing he cherishes is the stage.

The cautious and yearning words in the memo lingered in her heart, and together with the ending of "Qi Mo" in the storybook, she unconsciously showed a sad expression on her face.

It's really sad.

Qi Mo once again sighed in his heart.

Lan Muzhou took the medicine bag and walked to Vocal's practice room.

When getting out of the car, Qi Mo walked in a hurry, and put cold compresses and medicines for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis on the car.

After he brought it in, he forgot to hand it to Qi Mo because of the flick on his forehead.

Thinking of the matter of flicking his forehead, he felt uncomfortable for a while, and also felt a little imperceptibly ashamed.

Unconsciously, he raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and he pursed his lips.

Originally, he didn't intend to worry about Qi Mo, but when he thought about it, the horse ran so fast, and when he got on the horse, he stretched his shoulders. It must be very serious.

When I took a shower, I thought about it and struggled for a long time, but decided to send it to Qi Mo.

He just didn't want to be invincible in the game, so he sent it here.

It's not because he really cares about Qi Mo.

Walking on the corridor, he puffed his lips.

I came to the practice room of the Dance group, and the tune of "If Love Has a Will" came from inside.

Probably dancing.

It's a good time to observe the enemy's situation and see how well they are training.

Lan Muzhou lightly knocked on the door twice, his voice was covered under the music.

Like an old man, he frowned and pushed open the door.

Before he could speak, he saw Qi Mo standing with He Ruilin in front of the bright dancing mirror, with sad and mournful expressions.

Qi Mo's injured arm also raised high, skillfully doing their dance moves, drawing a perfect arc in the air, and gently resting on He Ruilin's shoulder.

It was like when he was gently stroking the horse's mane during the day.

Lan Muzhou's mind went blank for a second.

Immediately afterwards, an unspeakable feeling came to my heart, sour and astringent.

His hand holding the plastic bag tightened unconsciously.

This is probably a kind of... the feeling of being a donkey's liver and lungs with good intentions, right?

he thinks.

Fearing that Qi Mo's shoulder injury would become serious, he rushed to bring the medicine over.

But he didn't take this little injury to heart at all, and even danced with He Ruilin.

Look at that sad expression, as if he has been so angry.

Ugly.