In the last few days before going on stage, the two of them spent almost all their spare time in the piano room to practice. Often, they spent six or seven hours in private at the end of the day.

Under such conditions, Ling Ke and Qi Feng's intimacy and tacit understanding have improved rapidly, and they can often understand what the other person is thinking by looking at a gesture or a look.

Of course, the only thing that is thoughtful and predictive is the only thing that is the forbidden area isolated by Ling Ke.

As a "straight man", no matter what he thinks, he cannot cross the line.

On this day, the two of them focused on the most error-prone sections in the piano room.

I practiced it over and over again, and there was a place where it always sounded wrong.

"In the eighth section," Qi Feng asked Ling Ke to play it alone and finally heard it, "Yes, it's this section, do it again... You play it a little sticky when you play it in the third tone of four and fourth tone from here."

Ling Ke frowned and tried several more times, but he didn't expect that the problem was with him. He had been playing the piano for so many years, but he never noticed that the rhythm would go wrong when he played the short arpeggio once.

"It's still wrong..." Qi Feng shook his head, got up and walked around the piano bench, and did not sit down. He stood directly behind Ling Ke, bent over slightly, opened his arms, and demonstrated to Ling Ke in a posture of holding the person in his arms, "Let's listen, that's it."

Ling Ke: "..."

With such a narrow space in the piano room, it is inevitable that the two of them will practice it more than a dozen times a day. Ling Ke has already started to get used to it. If his heart beats faster every time he is touched, he will suffer from premature cardiac dysfunction.

But it is the first time in these two weeks that such an intimate posture.

Qi Feng surrounded him behind him, and his breath jumped into his neck against his scalp, like a net, covering him with overwhelming net.

"Is there any difference?" Qi Feng asked in his ear.

"Well..." Ling Ke felt his voice flutteringly, as if it wasn't what he said.

"You try playing it again, I'll listen." Qi Feng said.

Ling Ke raised his hand and put it in the same position, bounced it once, and then was covered by Qi Feng. His palms were stacked together, with his little finger facing his little finger, and his ring finger facing his ring finger...

Qi Feng tapped his last two fingers and said, "I understand. Your ring finger is a bit short, and the four or five fingers are not strong enough, so the time you stay on the keys will be a little shorter every time."

"..." Ling Ke only felt that if Qi Feng didn't leave him, his bones would almost melt!

"Hey, this should be a personal habit, and I can't change it for a while, so let's do it." Qi Feng finally retreated from behind him.

Ling Ke breathed a sigh of relief and quickly retracted his hand to the side of the stool.

Seeing this scene, Qi Feng thought he was unhappy and went up again. This time he moved to the right, pressed against the other person's cheek, and looked at his expression.

"What are you looking at?" Ling Ke squinted his eyes and didn't even dare to turn his head.

Qi Feng said softly: "I'm not blaming you, don't be upset."

"...I'm not unhappy." Ling Ke's heart beat wildly, and the defensive front was in danger.

Qi Feng smiled, suddenly put his arms around him and hugged him: "Come on."

Ling Ke was so scared that he almost shrank into a ball, his mind was full of "fuck".

Fortunately, Qi Feng hugged him for a moment and let him go, otherwise Ling Ke would have been killed today.

***

The welcome party was on Saturday. In order not to waste energy, they only practiced twice on Friday.

The next afternoon, the school’s Minister of Literature and Art Department called them to go to the auditorium for the final rehearsal.

There is no need to play the rehearsal. Just go to the stage and understand the order of appearance, the piano position and the approximate time of the program.

"By the way, are you sure you both have your own clothes?" The Minister of the Literature and Art Department greeted the two in advance about performing costumes, saying that if they did not, the student union would arrange to borrow them, but the borrowed clothes may not fit, so they can only wear them.

After Qi Feng learned about it, he decided to bring his own. Ling Ke didn't have any costumes and wanted to ask them to arrange it, but Qi Feng took the initiative to say that he had clothes suitable for Ling Ke to wear.

"Well, everything is ready." Yesterday Qi Feng had called him to send it to him, one set of black and one set of white, the same style of tuxedo.

The black set is slightly smaller, which was worn by Qi Feng when he was not so tall before, but he has only been worn by a few times. It is still very new. I will lend it to Ling Ke temporarily.

After the rehearsal, the two hurried to have supper, then went back to the dormitory to pick up their clothes, and returned to the backstage of the auditorium to prepare.

At that time, the backstage had already squeezed into a group of handsome guys and beauties who were about to perform on the same stage, most of them were selected from the best, with all of them having good figures and good faces. Some sang, some danced, and were changing clothes and putting on makeup.

Seeing Qi Feng and Ling Ke appear, the girls still couldn't help but become crazy. After a little test, they found that Qi Feng was easy-going, so they came over to take photos with him.

Qi Feng almost "rejects everyone", so he took photos one by one and gradually turned into group photos. He stood in the middle, with a group of beauties hugging each other, so romantic and elegant.

Ling Ke watched coldly, and now he completely understood how Qi Feng's "flower name" came from.

——Fuck it, a straight man, even if you are still there at the first night of your first kiss, you won’t look so noble!

However, Ling Ke found that there was a pretty girl in the crowd who ignored Qi Feng and hugged in the corner to play mobile games.

"Ah Gu Yao! Why are you still playing with defending the carrots here?" Another girl took a photo and leaned over to find her and showed her his cell phone excitedly, "Look, my photo with the school grass!"

"Ah—! My carrot!" It was probably because the game was lost. The girl named Gu Yao screamed, then glanced at her best friend's phone with interest, and then said "Oh" with a blank expression.

"What are you 'oh'? Don't you think it's very handsome?" the girl said depressedly.

"Oh, I'm immune to handsome guys, that's it." Gu Yao waved his hand and continued to lower his head to play the game.

"Why are you immune?" the girl asked.

"I have a brother who is also very handsome, the kind of handsome that both humans and gods are angry with each other. I have been pursuing countless suitors since I was a child..." Gu Yao said and played, a little absent-minded, "But let me tell you, all of them are livestock with good skins, and all kinds of bad habits are private."

"Life?" The girl's eyes suddenly lit up, "How many livestock are there?"

Gu Yao: “…”

Ling Ke: "..."

Halfway through the eavesdropping, Qi Feng came back.

"God, the girls are so enthusiastic..." Someone looked distressed, but in Ling Ke's opinion, he was still behaved when he got the advantage.

He turned around, walked into the men's locker room, and said in a cold voice: "I think you are very happy with the photo shoot?"

Qi Feng followed in, closed the door, and asked innocently, "Where am I happy?"

Ling Ke looked at Qi Feng's face that was both angry and angry, and felt angry. Somehow, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the other person's cheek.

Qi Feng: “…”

Ling Ke saw Qi Feng, who was grabbed by the side of his face, was stunned. He also stunned for a moment, forgot what he was going to say, as if he wanted to say that Qi Feng was laughing happily just now, but the other party looked so cute that he couldn't help laughing out loud and immediately let go of his hand.

Qi Feng touched the side of his face that was being hurt, and he was simply depressed.

Especially Ling Ke's "Pu" reminded him of the "Pu" he said before, "the first love is still there." But in comparison, if it was a joke last time, it would be a blatant smile now.

Qi Feng chased Ling Ke in circles, faced him, narrowed his eyes and asked, "Why are you laughing at?"

Ling Ke couldn't avoid it, so he could only raise his hand to cover his lips with the back of his hand, but he still smiled so hard that his eyebrows were curved and he was very attractive.

Qi Feng felt numb and itchy, and he reached out and pinched Ling Ke's waist in anger.

Now that Ling Ke was most afraid of itchyness. When Qi Feng pinched him, he was shocked and almost jumped up.

He was so anxious that he pinched back with a conditioned reflex, and pinched Qi Feng's waist, pinching the touch of his abdominal muscles with one hand. It was a double critical hit - he was so frightened that he almost wanted to surrender immediately.

But Qi Feng was suddenly stimulated by Ling Ke's pinching back, and he became excited.

Immediately pounced over and hugged Ling Ke for a while!

"What the hell is laughing at me? Do you say it or not! Do you still laugh at me?"

"Ah...haha...you let go...fuck..."

The two were having a fuss when the door was suddenly pushed open. Two tall boys talking and laughing came in outside. They saw Qi Feng pressing Ling Ke on the dressing table and suddenly stopped.

Qi Feng and Ling Ke also reacted in an instant, and the laughter came to an abrupt end.

The four of them froze there at the same time, and a hint of embarrassment arose in their smiles that were too late to put away.

Ling Ke first reacted, pushed Qi Feng away and stood up, regaining his facial paralysis expression.

Before the two had the opportunity to speak, Qi Feng also greeted him first and pretended to be natural: "Hi, hello..."

The four people asked both of them. Qi Feng and Ling Ke realized that the two people who came in were also very handsome, especially one of them had earrings with studs on their left ears, with long eyes and straight noses. "I know you," he looked at Qi Feng with a smile, with his light and thin lips slightly opened, "The new school grass? Is it called Qi Feng?"

Qi Feng was stunned. To be honest, if the girl recognized him, he would not be surprised at all, but boys rarely seemed to pay attention to these things. The person in front of him was the first one.

The other man seemed to guess what Qi Feng wanted to ask, stretched out his thumb and pointed it at the earrings, and introduced: "This guy is your previous guy."

...Liang Ruixi?

This name flashed through Qi Feng's mind and shook hands with the other party.

Regardless of whether it is an ex or not, he is always a senior. Qi Feng respectfully said, "Hello, senior."

The other party smiled and said indeed: "Don't be so formal, just call me Liang Ruixi."

Then, Ling Ke and another boy also introduced themselves. Ling Ke was thinking whether this person would be Zhou Yan, but the other party confirmed his guess.

Zhou Yan and Qi Feng had an indirect dealing with each other, so they said bluntly: "I heard Xiao Zhi mention you."

Qi Feng nodded, as if to clarify something, and asked Zhou Yan in front of Ling Ke: "Last time I had dinner with Minister Xiao, did she tell you?"

Zhou Yan was stunned and said blankly: "Xiao Zhi had eaten with you? When did it happen?"

Everyone: "..."

【Small episode】

Ling Ke grabbed Qi Feng's cheek.

Qi Feng: Wow, Keke touched my face, I will endure it even if I feel pain! O_o
Chapter completed!