AHFAFTGTTT Chapter 70

Chapter 70 Yuanxiao “Because where the heart goes.”

Chapter 70 Yuanxiao “Because where the heart goes.”

After the first public performance announcement, each group is practicing and rehearsing nervously.

Fu Yang chose an English song, leaning towards a cool and handsome style.

Because of the advantages of Class A, he is the center position for this song.

With the center position, he naturally shoulders the pressure of being the team leader, leading everyone, and even more… intensifying the competition.

Chu Sheng, who is also in Class A, often comes to visit and says, “Goodness gracious, being in a team with him, you guys are working hard.”

“Brother A, don’t go, save us…”

Wan Mengmeng stretched out his Er Kang hand. He advanced one place in the theme song and is now in Class B. Furthermore, he was assigned to the same group as Fu Yang for this public performance, but he didn’t expect this to be the beginning of a nightmare.

Fu Yang grabbed the back of his collar, “Go home and practice, darling.”

Wan Mengmeng reached out his hand, tearfully performing a Cowherd and Weaver Girl separation scene with Chu Sheng. Fu Yang was the “evil” Queen Mother, “bam,” closing the door of the practice room, separating the two like drawing down the Milky Way.

Fu Yang patted Wan Mengmeng’s face: “Good daughter, mother is doing this for your own good, you’ll suffer if you run away with that kind of poor boy!”

Wan Mengmeng: “…” Help, the academic genius has gone crazy!!

Facts prove that madness cannot be achieved in a day. Fu Yang believes that since he has come here, he should do what he can. He is not afraid of how ruthless they will edit him in the later stages. He just wants to save as many as he can in the face of the elimination system. Thus, the devilish special training, though late, has arrived.

“Faster, faster, a little lower!”

“Don’t even think about eating until you’ve perfected the chorus.”

“Even a toad jumps more energetically than you!”

“This is the best time of your youth, how can you be sleeping?”

“This time there will be eliminations. If you want to go home and farm, leave now, don’t drag your teammates down.”

“Still eating? The fans don’t want to see a fat pig stomping on stage during the first public performance.”

The practice room was filled with lively (wailing) sounds, and words like “dictatorship,” “autocracy,” and “tyranny” occasionally popped out during the complaints.

At the back door, two instructors leaned against the door, peeking.

Qu Xue: “Tsk tsk tsk, as expected of the Little Overlord, no one dares to resist.”

Xu Chengyue: “Because everyone knows that he is sincerely doing it for their own good.”

Qu Xue looked at Xu Chengyue’s slightly strange expression and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Xu Chengyue pursed the corner of his mouth into a straight line: “But… is he deliberately mocking me?”

Qu Xue: “Huh? Are you talking about Fu Yang?”

“The way he helps the group members is exactly…” Xu Chengyue said, then suddenly paused, looking at the handsome young man who was imitating his methods to give others special training.

But how would he know how I help my teammates train?

Qu Xue said silently, “You seem to be paying extra attention to Fu Yang.”

“Maybe I suddenly understand the Little Prince’s mindset.” He stepped back a little, leaning against the door frame, “There are many roses in the world, but the one I care about is the one I watered and cultivated. I have invested time and energy in him, so it’s normal to pay more attention, right?”

“Is that so?” Qu Xue chuckled, “I thought it was ‘Wanyan Lei Qing’!”

“What?”

“I’m a woman who followed the ‘Desert Island Signal Station’ livestream!” Qu Xue touched her chin, “Speaking of which, Fu Yang and Shangguan are a bit similar, right?”

“Similar?” Hearing Qu Xue’s words suddenly, this was the first time Xu Chengyue had linked the two together. He hadn’t thought about it this way. His sense of morality made him feel that saying one person was like another was disrespectful to both of them. But in fact, when the first episode of the show aired, his assistant had also mentioned some comments online. When so many people think so, then maybe…

“Ah? Want to go to the lounge for a break?”

Xu Chengyue wanted to trace it further, but his thoughts were suddenly interrupted, so he nodded.

After the theme song assessment, Qu Xue is back this time to plan the Yuanxiao Gala.

Time passed quickly, and the first public performance was coming up soon. Because of the elimination system, the trainees were all on edge, training non-stop. On this day of family reunion, they could relax appropriately.

So all the trainees received a message at 7 p.m. to gather in the hall on the 3rd floor.

Everyone was very surprised. The first public performance hadn’t even started yet, but all five instructors had appeared in the cafeteria.

“Wow! What day is it today? All the instructors are here!”

“Qu PD, long time no see!!!!”

Qu Xue greeted them: “It hasn’t been too long, I went to see you training this afternoon, weren’t you absent, sneaking off to be lazy?”

“Injustice!!! I just happened to go to the bathroom!” The trainee who was called out wailed.

“Instructors, do we have any tasks today?”

The trainees trembled, already scared out of their wits.

Xu Chengyue curved his eyes and said, “Our task today is…”

The trainees took a deep breath, clutching their hearts.

The instructors looked at each other and said in unison: “Make dumplings!”

“Damn it!!!! Can we finally rest?”

“I didn’t even realize it was the Yuanxiao Festival today. Being here is like being in prison. I’ve lost track of time and place.”

“That’s great, I could cry.”

Because of the different customs between the North and South for Yuanxiao Festival, some eat dumplings, and some eat Tangyuan (sweet rice balls).

So everyone has to DIY.

The production team provided flour and various fillings for everyone to make together.

Because the goddess Qu Xue was here today, the vigorous trainees almost all gathered around her, enthusiastically offering to help.

Even Wan Mengmeng squeezed over.

As a result, the male instructors were deserted.

Wan Fang and Xie Chonghua, this middle-aged couple, flirted and flirted, and many people gathered around to ship their CP.

Shangguan Yaoguang stood alone in a corner, monopolizing a table, hoping that no one would notice him.

Xu Chengyue planned to prepare the fillings first. He wanted to make sweet fermented rice dumplings. The production team sent sesame, brown sugar, and peanut crumbs. The seasonings were in a whole box, with each compartment containing a different seasoning, and there were no labels. Xu Chengyue identified them for a long time but still couldn’t distinguish them.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from behind him, “What do you want to add?”

A clear voice came from above his head. Because they were so close, he could even hear the vibration of the vocal cords in his throat.

Xu Chengyue tilted his head slightly in surprise, “Why are you…”

Originally, he wanted to ask why he didn’t go to Qu Xue’s side, but he changed his words when the words reached his mouth, “Why did you come here?”

Chu Sheng, who was outside the operating table, shifted his gaze back and forth between the two of them. He gave Fu Yang, who had forgotten his friends in favor of beauty, the middle finger, and frantically tried to establish his presence: “Senior, I’m here too, Hello, can you see me?”

“Why would I go there?” Fu Yang helped to add all the seasonings, taking it for granted, “Of course I’m helping you.”

Chu Sheng: “I’ll help you knead the dough!”

Xu Chengyue nodded, “Is it a return gift for the perfume?”

“Actually, there’s no need…” Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the other party’s voice.

“Because where the heart goes.”

Xu Chengyue’s heart skipped a beat. When he came back to his senses, Fu Yang had already processed the filling.

“Do you need to wear an apron?” Fu Yang gestured at the white sweater he was wearing.

Chu Sheng quickly washed his hands, preparing to take it, “Thanks, bro!”

The next second, a hand with well-defined joints holding the apron went straight past him.

Chu Sheng: “……?”

Xu Chengyue nodded, “I’ll do it myself.”

He opened the apron, but suddenly was dumbfounded. Seriously, where did the production team find such a complicated style of apron? Wearing it vertically wasn’t right, and wearing it horizontally wasn’t right either.

“It’s like this.” Fu Yang took the apron from his hand, which had been kneaded into a ball of tangles, slowly untied it, passed it over his shoulders, and tied a bow around his waist.

“Instructor Xu, what’s your waist size?”

Xu Chengyue took a step forward a little unnaturally, widening the distance between the two of them, “Why do you ask?”

Fu Yang lingered for a moment, “So slender.”

“Have you lost a lot of weight again these past two days?”

This question was rather personal, wasn’t it? Xu Chengyue was reminded of Qu Xue’s saying that Fu Yang and Shangguan were a bit similar. He didn’t have this awareness before, but now…

His gaze swayed between Shangguan Yaoguang at another table not far away and Fu Yang in front of him for a while, feeling that his mind was a bit confused.

“Let’s start rolling out the dough,” Xu Chengyue said, changing the subject.

“Instructor Xu, do you know about reciprocity?” Fu Yang spread out his arms, looking at him with a smile, “Why don’t you help me tie this apron? I can’t put it on myself.”

Chu Sheng: “I’ll help you, brother.”

He only saw the person opposite him glance at him coldly, “Shut up.”

Then, the moment he turned to the other side, he revealed a smile, circling around Xu Chengyue like a little tail, insisting that he help him tie the apron.

Chu Sheng clutched his pounding heart: “Damn, I was scared to death… So I wasn’t invisible after all.”