Chen Yinyang sat on the ground blankly for a while, and it wasn't until the host's sweet voice came from the stage that he regained his consciousness.
"The voting results have been tallied, let's see who can win the title of King of Dance and Queen of Dance this time? It's really exciting!"
Slowly pulling out the results from the envelope, the host deliberately let it slip: "Actually, the competition this time was very fierce, but in the end the winner with absolute strength was ours..."
Everyone at the scene waited with bated breath until the host said their names: "Feng Qixiu and his dance partner Xia Mulin!"
Warm applause swept the entire venue, and everyone praised the winner unstintingly.
After hearing the results, Feng Qixiu took his partner's hand and walked to the host to express his gratitude to everyone.
"Congratulations to both of you. It seems that your dancing skills have conquered everyone present."
After the host congratulated them, he then announced: "Now we will select a lucky person from the scene and give away the mysterious gift we prepared. Who is this person?"
As soon as the host finished speaking, the lights on the scene flickered like a marquee. After dozens of seconds, a strong light stayed on Chen Yinyang.
Realizing that he was shrouded in a bright light, Chen Yinyang looked around suspiciously and found that everyone was looking at him, wondering what was going on.
"Looks like we've found our lucky one!"
The host excitedly invited Chen Yinyang to the stage: "Please come and accept our gift."
Gift?
Chen Yinyang was a little unable to react. It was not until he saw the host gesturing to him with a smile that he slowly walked over.
"Are you very happy to receive this award?"
The host pointed the microphone at Chen Yinyang.
"Ah," Chen Yinyang didn't expect to have to speak after accepting the award. He searched around, hoping to see Ji Fengli's figure in the crowd below.
"That, I want to say, I didn't mean it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd burst into laughter.
Chen Yinyang didn't know what he said. He just wanted Ji Fengli to hear his explanation, but when the words came to his lips, they came out so feeble.
"You are really humorous." The host changed the topic at the right time: "Now our dance king will personally award the mysterious prize to you, hoping to give you a surprise!"
Chen Yinyang nodded numbly and saw Feng Qixiu walking towards him with a beautifully packaged box in his hand.
"Lord Qixiu..." After being tormented inexplicably for a while, I felt a sense of peace when I saw someone familiar.
"Congratulations, little sheep. You are much luckier than me, the King of Dance. I am just a title and don't have any real prizes."
After saying that, Feng Qixiu winked at him playfully.
"Thank you." After taking the heavy box from his hand, Chen Yinyang suddenly came up with an idea. If he gave this prize to Ji Fengli, would he be happier?
It wasn't until after Chen Yinyang took the gift that Li Shaoran, who was standing in the crowd, said, "I never thought you would lose too."
"My strength is not as good as his." Ji Fengli said calmly.
Li Shaoran looked at Ji Fengli's profile: "Is there no other reason?"
"No."
Ji Fengli didn't want to make any excuses for herself.
The matter has reached this point and nothing can be undone. Li Shaoran has no intention of going into details and just says to him: "Do you want to go back early with me?"
Ji Fengli took a deep look at Chen Yinyang who was surrounded by the crowd, nodded, turned and left.
*****The dance is over.
After learning that Ji Fengli had left early, Chen Yinyang got into a car with Feng Qixiu in despair, holding gifts.
"lamb."
After seeing Chen Yinyang in the car, he kept his head down and listless. Feng Qixiu thought it was because he had a shadow on Chen Yinyang when he rejected him, so he couldn't help calling his name, hoping to talk to him so that he could
Don't be so depressed.
"Well, is there something wrong, Mr. Qixiu?" Chen Yinyang raised his head hurriedly when he heard Feng Qixiu's voice.
"Little Yang, actually I'm not that good either." Touching Chen Yinyang's head, Feng Qixiu began to try hard to recall his shortcomings: "I like to be pushy, and I always have a bunch of fans following me, but there's nothing I can do about it, who can let God
You have so favored me and made me perfect..."
As he talked, it completely turned into a speech of self-praise.
"Lord Qixiu, what do you think of Ji Fengli?" Chen Yinyang didn't hear what Feng Qixiu said at all. He was still thinking about the last words Ji Fengli said to him over and over again, hoping to find the answer from Feng Qixiu.
After hearing the words Ji Fengli, Feng Qixiu stopped praising himself and his tone became solemn: "He is the only person who makes me feel what it feels like to lose."
Feng Qixiu's answer was beyond his expectation, and Chen Yinyang couldn't help but become nervous: "Does Master Qixiu hate him?"
Feng Qixiu shook his head: "No, I like him very much."
Chen Yinyang's heart stopped suddenly, and he turned to look at Feng Qixiu beside him in surprise: "Like it?"
Seeing this, Feng Qixiu smiled reassuringly: "I like you too, but the difference between you and Xiao Lili is that you are like a docile lamb, while he is like a noble beast."
Lord Qixiu's words were becoming increasingly difficult to understand. Chen Yinyang was a little confused, why was Ji Fengli such a beast?
"Little sheep, don't you think," Feng Qixiu said with a dangerously ambiguous and seductive voice at the corner of his mouth, "It would be fun to conquer him and see him being tamed?"
After listening to Feng Qixiu's words, Chen Yinyang understood the meaning of his love for Ji Fengli. Feng Qixiu's unfamiliar tone and expression made Chen Yinyang suddenly feel that he seemed to have thought too simply of the people around him.
Seeing that Chen Yinyang was silent, Feng Qixiu's tone returned to his usual teasing tone: "Are you scared? What I said just now was all a joke. Please don't tell little Lili."
"Yeah." Chen Yinyang forced a smile on his face, but he understood that what Feng Qixiu just said was no joke.
Looking at the scenery speeding past the car window, Chen Yinyang silently recalled Feng Qixiu's words, but he had a completely different idea in his heart. If Ji Fengli was compared to a wild beast, in his opinion, it was a wounded goshawk. Help him
Healing his wings and seeing him flying is what he really wants to see.