Sniffing the faint fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose and feeling the slender touch under his hands, Yang Qi looked at Leng Su with a hint of suspicion.

With the help of the other three, Leng Su and Yang Qi both stood up.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I've caused you to fall. Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to go to the hospital for a look?" Leng Su asked with concern.

After Yang started to move his limbs, he shook his head and refused.

"I'm fine, they're all good, I didn't fall."

"Sorry, I'm too unprofessional." Leng Su apologized again.

"It's okay, it's common for dancers to fall and twist and twist everything. And you didn't mean it, and I'm fine, so don't blame yourself."

"Thanks."

Looking at Yang Qi and Leng Su smiling at each other, Shi Mu felt upset when he saw it.

It was clear that he was the one who tripped Leng Su and deliberately created all this.

Obviously, the scene in front of him was exactly what he wanted to see.

But why? Why was he so frustrated when this scene really appeared in front of him?

Just as Yang Qi opened his mouth and was about to ask Leng Su if there was anything wrong, Shi Mu suddenly grabbed Leng Su's hand and forced her to turn around.

"Are you okay?"

"Have you fallen?"

"Did you twist your feet? Do you want to go to the hospital for a look?"

Leng Su: "..."

Looking at the sincere worry in Shi Mu's eyes, Leng Su was speechless.

Don't think she doesn't know who tripped her.

Now come and pretend to be innocent with her?

Come and care about her?

Leng Su pulled the corner of her mouth, smiled and said, "I'm fine."

After saying that, she forced her hand back from Shi Mu's palm, turned around and ignored him.

Shi Mu: "..." God can live without evil, but he can live without evil.

"It's getting late, and it's time for lunch. Why don't our morning practice end here? What about continuing in the afternoon?"

"good."

After Leng Su and Yang Qi fell, everyone is really unwilling to continue practicing now.

And as Leng Su said, lunch time was almost up, and they were tired all morning in practice, but now they were tired and hungry.

As soon as the training was over, Leng Su turned around and left the practice room.

When she came back again, she had a bottle of squirting potion and band-patch disinfectant in her hand.

She didn't see anyone present and walked straight to Yang Qi.

"I'll deal with it for you."

"you……"

Looking at the things in her hand, Yang Qi was obviously stunned.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Yang Qi didn't feel pretentious and smiled: "Then I'll bother you."

Until Yang Qi lifted up his trouser legs, took off his white shirt, and looked at the faint blood on his shoulders and the bruises on his legs, the other three showed surprise and surprise on their faces.

Obviously, no one expected that Yang Qi would be really injured.

Just now... his face and his movements obviously looked normal, and there was no look of pain or discomfort on his face.

"I'll disinfect you now, it hurts a little, so you can bear it."

"Okay." Yang Qi curled his lips and smiled slightly.

On the side, the cameraman just pointed the camera at him, perfectly capturing Yang Qi's smile.

In front of the TV, a group of fans were instantly shot and fascinated.

"Mist grass, mist grass, my male god's smile is simply so beautiful!"

"Yang Qi and Yang Qi, my eternal male god."

Leng Su's attentiveness, Yang Qi's smile, and their fall directly fell to the hot searches.
Chapter completed!