When the Empress Dresses Up As a Female Trainee - Chapter 27

/ Mo Baqian

For a moment, Lan Muzhou almost wanted to throw the medicine he was carrying into the trash can.

But when was he cowardly? !

Seeing the music come to an end and gradually stopped, he pushed the door wide open.

With a sound of “crack”, he walked in with the medicine bag.

“Why is Brother Zhou here?”

“Is Zhou Zhou here to spy on the enemy?”

Under the friendly and surprised eyes of all the trainees, Lan Muzhou walked up to Qi Mo.

He put the medicine bag into Qi Mo’s arms, with a fierce expression on his face, and said: “If you don’t keep it honestly, it will get worse and worse. If it affects San Gong, don’t blame me for not reminding you!”

After a short pause, he grinned, “It’s true, you don’t need to take the first place, as long as you stay, your goal has been achieved.”

There is such a strange taste of yin and yang.

Qi Mo didn’t seem to hear the smell of gunpowder in his tone. Holding the medicine bag, he raised the corner of his mouth, “Thank you.”

Jiang Ningmao went over and looked, oh, isn’t this medicine?

His tone was surprised, “Wow, Brother Zhou, did you come here specially to deliver medicine to the Great Demon King?”

Knowing that the two of them don’t get along so well, they even took the initiative to deliver medicine.

demon king…?

Lan Muzhou realized that he was talking about Qi Mo, and let out a disdainful “tss”.

“Oh, he left it on the car by himself, forgetting everything.”

“Qi Mo is injured?” He Ruilin looked sideways at Qi Mo, with some worry in his eyes.

Qi Mo waved his hand and said easily, “I’m fine.”

If it’s okay, pack the lunch box with one hand?

In front of He Ruilin, he knew to pretend to be fine.

He was so full that he took the initiative to bring the medicine over.

The interaction between the two in front of him is so warm and tender, Lan Muzhou is not happy to see it.

After saying “See you on the Sangong stage”, he turned around and left.

Thinking of Qi Mo’s smooth movements when dancing, and that sad and gentle expression…

Heh, you will always act like a fool in front of him, just don’t take him seriously?

Feeling restless, he unconsciously reached out to touch his forehead.

Arriving at the practice room of the dance group, Fu Luoyan saw Lan Muzhou coming back, and nodded at him, “I’m back.”

Wang Changyan raised his head, “Well, that’s right, why don’t we line up as a whole group now?”

Lan Muzhou waved his hand, frowned and said, “I’m a little tired, let me rest for a while.”

He lied and couldn’t help covering half of his face with his hands.

He slept for three hours on the way out and nearly four hours on the way back. What could he be tired of?

Just an excuse.

Why did he make excuses for himself? He couldn’t say well.

Lan Muzhou’s filming location is too far away, so it’s understandable to be tired.

Wang Changyan nodded and asked, “Then you rest for twenty minutes, shall we start at nine?”

“Okay, it’s nine o’clock.”

Lan Muzhou responded, took a bottle of mineral water from the side, and took a sip.

Then he turned on his phone, wanting to distract himself by swiping Weibo.

Occasionally watching fans’ rainbow farts is still very relaxing.

So he clicked into his super chat.

At the top is a Weibo that says “Just last commented”.

With the mentality of watching rainbow farts, he frowned and clicked on the Weibo.

Weibo is very long, it can be said to be a small composition, but it is well divided into sections and clear at a glance.

After taking a closer look, he almost spit out the water he just drank in his mouth with a “poof”.

“Cough cough cough…”

Lan Muzhou rubbed the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and ignored what his teammates said, staring at that Weibo from beginning to end.

On the basis of blurring some information, the above records what happened during the shooting of the advertisement.

From when he fell asleep in the car, Qi Mo offered to ask for a blanket for him, tucked him up, and he fell asleep leaning on Qi Mo’s shoulder, to when he blushed and became angry because of Qi Mo’s words, and then to Qi Mo He strained his shoulder and asked the propaganda to help him buy medicine…

Many small details have been recorded.

I don’t know if it’s because the person who wrote these words is too good at human writing, or these things are a little unclear, but when he read it, he really felt a little ambiguous, and he couldn’t help but feel ashamed.

Who is breaking the news?

Recall that along the way, I followed Wang Meng, a driver, and four people from the brand side.

It is impossible for Wang Meng to break the news, and the driver is a gentleman, and it is also unlikely.

That should be someone from the brand side.

If the matter has passed 800 years, no one may pursue it when the old news is revealed.

But it exploded just after it happened, isn’t it too…?

He shared the link with Wang Meng.

He doesn’t know whether this kind of thing is good or bad, so let the team directly control the public opinion.

After the link was forwarded, the fingers flicked down the comments uncontrollably.

【Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooany 】

[It’s too good for them to do this! Even if it’s really just socialist brotherhood, I’m still knocked out! 】

[I just want to know what to shoot this time! Looking forward to it, when will it be officially announced? 】

[Mr. Mo is domineering and spoiled! Zhou Zhou looks carefree, but he is really delicate and kind! 】

【Ahhh, I burst into tears when I heard that they were not in the same group when they were three men! 】

[Oh my god, it’s so sweet! Hope they stay well! 】

【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

【Ha ha ha ha ha upstairs, I am also thinking about peach[狗头]】

[Thinking of Zhou Zhou’s flushed face, I’m… ah, I’m fine]

After a period of fermentation, the team of weekend CP fans has grown stronger.

At the beginning, everyone was a little reserved, but after a long time, there will always be some fans who can’t help but say a few more words.

Just came back from being **** off, and seeing such slanderous remarks, Lan Muzhou’s ears were bloodshot, and he didn’t know whether he was angry or ashamed.

He really doesn’t like men at all, and he doesn’t even like Qi Mo.

That kid Qi Mo has always liked to pester He Ruilin, fans can’t see it?

Weekend CP is just plain ridiculous.

He hates Qi Mo. He has never met such an annoying person since he was a child.

Hmm… He Ruilin is almost as annoying as Qi Mo.

The comments continued to scroll down a few more.

【I’ll knock it out first! [Hold fist]]

[It’s too sweet! Both of them are doing well, although Mr. Mo doesn’t show it on the surface, he must care about Zhou Zhou very much! 】

[Zhou Zhou couldn’t hold back his anger, his concern for Mr. Mo was on the surface [狗头]]

The word “caring” is not too harsh in his eyes.

Can’t you see what it looked like just now? That guy Qi Mo obviously only cares about He Ruilin.

Of course, he would never care about Qi Mo.

However, thinking of his act of delivering the medicine just now, Lan Muzhou was silent for a while.

He was just trying to compete fairly with Qi Mo.

no other meaning.

Not at all.

“Zhouzhou, it’s nine o’clock, shall we start now?” Teammates came over.

Lan Muzhou suddenly came back to his senses.

It’s been twenty minutes.

…

Lan Muzhou suffered from insomnia again, going to bed late and waking up early.

“National Idol” has reached Sangong, and the schedule is getting tighter and tighter. They have a lot of training every day, and their spirits are also extremely tense. Qi Mo surpassed him in the second referendum, and his pressure increased a lot.

In addition, those things that happened yesterday made his mind flutter, and he always recalled them inadvertently.

Obviously I went to bed very late, but I woke up at four o’clock in the morning, and I couldn’t fall back to sleep no matter what.

The eyelids are fighting, but the mind is extremely clear.

Really annoying.

He lay down from 4:30 to early 5:00, still not sleepy at all.

I couldn’t sleep, so I tiptoed out of bed.

Sleeping too restlessly every day, it’s not a problem to always go to bed late and wake up early like this.

If only I could sleep soundly like I did yesterday in the car.

Subconsciously thinking this way, Lan Muzhou choked on his own toothpaste foam.

Hey, hey, he didn’t sleep soundly in the car.

Qi Mo also thinks his hair gel smells bad…

Heh, it’s not that he wants to use that kind of hairspray.

Why did he think of Qi Mo again?

He frowned.

I poured saliva into my mouth, “gurgled” a few times, and rinsed my mouth.

Then I used facial cleanser to lather my hands and washed my face.

He propped his hands on the sink, looking at himself in the mirror under the cold light.

The yellow hair on his forehead was soaked in water and hung down in strands.

A young face, slightly haggard due to lack of sleep, with a small patch of grayish blue under his eyes.

Maybe it was because Qi Mo took away the first place, so he always thought of Qi Mo.

Wait for Sangong, he will take the first place back.

Before the teammates woke up, Lan Muzhou went to the gym after washing up.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Qi Mo already inside.

He frowned subconsciously, and there was a little irritability in his tone that he didn’t realize, “You don’t have a good shoulder, why are you healthy!”

I regret it after I finish speaking.

He shut up.

It seemed that he cared about Qi Mo a little bit, and like the fans said, he put it on the bright side.

A burst of inexplicable subtle feelings filled his heart, making his fair and handsome face flush.

He might… care a little bit.

But that’s nothing more than concern for the “respectable opponent”.

Qi Mo just arrived at the gym not long ago.

This body is slightly weaker, and she wants to exercise the rest without hurting her shoulder.

Seeing that Lan Muzhou was obviously worried about her, but insisted on showing a repulsive look, she couldn’t help laughing.

How can there be such a person who is different from the outside, but can’t hide it at all.

She looked at Lan Muzhou’s blushing face, and made a gesture to reach out.

“Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?”

In sight, a thin and beautiful hand was about to cover his forehead.

At that moment, the fan’s violent words of “kissing on the head”, Qi Mo’s pursuit of He Ruilin, and his own subconscious concern all flashed through his mind.

Lan Muzhou suddenly took a step back, distanced himself from Qi Mo.

As if warning Qi Mo, or reminding himself, he said, “I don’t like men, can you stay away from me?”