Shen Qinghe logged off the live broadcast, turned on the phone screen, and saw a message like this.
The mood that had just calmed down suddenly became chaotic. Wen Jingjing's words of "like" lingered in my mind.
I lay back on the bed, tucked my phone under the pillow, closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, but my mind was so clear that I still couldn't fall asleep.
He took out his cell phone from under the pillow and stared at the note for a long time. As if trying to cover up something, he changed Jiang Yao's note to "younger brother".
My fingertips stopped on the dialog box, and I struggled for a long time. I typed on the keyboard for a long time before editing the message and sending it.
Shen Qinghe: What I said that day were all angry words. We will always be good siblings.
It was already early in the morning after I sent the message. I thought he should go to sleep, so I put down the phone.
Drowsiness gradually came over me, but the screen turned on. I raised my phone in a daze, squinted my eyes slightly, and looked at the screen.
Brother: Yeah.
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Maybe Shen Qinghe was not in good condition in class today because he slept too late yesterday.
"I'll buy some water after class, and then go to the dance training room to keep an eye on them. You guys go and eat." Shen Qinghe's throat was itchy and his voice was low.
"OK."
As soon as the bell rang, Shen Qinghe ran straight to the supermarket, inevitably running into the freshmen's break time.
There are many people in the supermarket, and most of them are green.
I barely squeezed my way to the row of the freezer, opened the door and took out a bottle of mineral water and Nestlé, then turned around and bumped into someone.
Her nose bone was so painful that she cried tears of pain. She used her hands to rub her nose bone and apologized politely: "I'm sorry."
After he finished speaking, he looked closely and saw that it was Jiang Yao. He was holding the cupboard door with one hand and walking around her to get water with the other hand.
This posture is like being hugged.
Shen Qinghe was shocked by his own thoughts and buried his head.
Jiang Yao lifted her chin and wiped the physiological tears that had not completely dried at the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.
Before she could react, she withdrew her hand and took out another bottle of milk from the thermos cabinet next to her.
"Let's go."
Shen Qinghe closed the cupboard door and followed Jiang Yao silently.
Remembering that he is allergic to dairy products, I asked him to remind me, but I didn't know whether I should say it. What if it was for a little girl? The reminder would be redundant, so I just shut up.
The queue in front of the cashier is very long and it takes a long time for them to pay.
Shen Qinghe tried to find something to talk about, but felt vaguely alienated, and lowered his head in confusion.
He didn't even notice the people pushing him behind him, and he staggered due to their pushing.
He turned around to reason, but before he could get angry, he met Xu Hanlin's eyes full of surprise.
His voice was a little excited: "Senior, are you shopping?"
"Blind?" The voice was mocking.
Xu Hanlin looked at the source of the sound. The man's cold eyes narrowed slightly, looking down at him.
"Who are you?" Faced with his successive provocations, Xu Hanlin didn't want to endure it anymore.
Sensing the strong smell of gunpowder, Shen Qinghe hurriedly came out to smooth things over: "My brother."
Jiang Yao turned back, holding Shen Qinghe's hat and placing her in front of him to isolate her from Xu Hanlin.
After paying the bill, Jiang Yao put the milk into her hat, took away her cold water, and asked casually: "What are you doing at night?"
Shen Qinghe felt the weight of the hat and felt happy. He drank most of the coffee before replying: "Go and watch them train."
"Aren't you going to dance?"
Shen Qinghe was stunned. She only learned dancing in college and had never performed in public. Why would he know?
Jiang Yao raised her wrist and looked at her watch. Before leaving, she rubbed her hair and said, "Let's go, we have to gather."
"Bye, brother."
Jiang Yao heard her deliberately emphasizing her identity, paused in her steps, and without looking back, waved her hand: "Well, bye."
When we arrived at the dance training room, everyone was almost there.
Shen Qinghe took out the milk, placed it on the windowsill, and directed them to gather for training.
"It's not all right here. Try it again."
"Your movements are not in place." Shen Qinghe ran to her side and demonstrated.
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After an hour of training, all the students were covered in sweat, and Shen Qinghe was no exception.
"Get some rest." Her voice was broken and she was hoarse.
The little girl jumped up and down in front of her and handed her some water: "Associate, please drink some water."
"Thank you. Don't scream, I'm retired." Shen Qinghe glanced at the milk on the window sill subconsciously.
The little girl smelled a hint of gossip and asked in a low voice: "Who sent that milk?"
"No one, what's wrong?"
"I've seen it in the mirror. When you look at our formation from behind, your eyes often fall there!"
"I see you're not tired! I should let you practice some more." Shen Qinghe threatened her.
The little girl ran away with a smile.
A boy with a rough appearance and a strong body stood at the door and directed them: "I'll give you one minute to get out of here, this place belongs to us."
Shen Qinghe threw the water aside, ignored the dull pain in his abdomen, and walked forward to confront the man: "Why?"
"We also have to rehearse the dance."
As soon as he finished speaking, several fierce-looking people blocked the door, one of whom had a faintly visible tattoo on his arm.
Shen Qinghe did not avoid their unfriendly gazes and refused without fear: "If you need to use the classroom, go and apply for it yourself with the teacher in charge. We will use it here until night and will not leave."
"Forget it! Brothers, stop making a big fuss and leave quickly." Nancy stood behind them and whispered to dissuade them.
"Wait!" Before leaving, the man with the tattoo on his arm pointed at her nose and said harsh words.
The little episode passed like this, and they started rehearsing intensively again.
It's almost nine o'clock, and the training is almost over. The basic dance steps and formations are all out.
"Disband! Let's continue tomorrow."
Shen Qinghe felt sorry for them that they had worked hard in training and did not leave them to clean up. They cleaned up the remaining garbage alone. The bottles were put into garbage bags and placed at the door, and they went in and mopped them all over the floor.
After finishing cleaning up, Shen Qinghe exited, lowered his head and prepared to lock the door.
The person who came to cause trouble at night suddenly appeared, grabbed the key, pushed her in, and locked the door.
Shen Qinghe stared at the closed door and sighed.
No matter where you go, you can't escape the fate of being locked away.
The doorman's key was in her hand, but the man snatched it away. The only teacher who still had the key had already gone home.
Shen Qinghe huddled in the corner resignedly and planned to sleep here for one night. There was no big problem except being cold and hungry.
After thinking about it, I called Wen Jingjing. After a few clicks, the call was answered: "Jingjing, I won't be going back tonight."
"What's wrong?"
"I'm locked in the dance studio."
"How about that? I'll go find the teacher." The voice over there was a little urgent.
"It's not like I haven't slept in the classroom, so don't bother the teacher."
After hanging up the phone, the pain in my abdomen became more and more obvious. I calculated the date and found that it happened to be around the time of menstruation.
Sure enough, it is unlucky for people to have cold water stuck between their teeth.
After an unknown period of time, Shen Qinghe felt cold and hot, and her abdomen continued to cramp. In a daze, she seemed to see Jiang Yao coming against the light.