Ji Zeyu sat on the side eating biscuits and glanced at Xiao Huai: "How is your practice?"

"I beg Xie Zhuoyu to give me a knife," Xiao Huai said that Xie Zhuoyu was FMW's vocalist, and his dancing was also very strong, "I feel like my life is on the line." His voice was a little hoarse, and it looked better than the previous round. The performance is even worse.

Ji Zeyu wondered, "Is it that exaggerated?"

"He's not as patient as you, I'm about to be called stupid." Xiao Huai lay on the bed and turned to look at Ji Zeyu, "Xiaoyu, I miss the days of training with you, at least I won't be like this now. , like a poor homeless child..."

"Stop, stop," Ji Zeyu got goosebumps, "I wanted to scold you at the time, but I couldn't bear it." He said the truth that broke Xiao Huai's heart.

"I gave you so many snacks, why are you willing to scold me?" Xiao Huai said weakly to Ji Zeyu, "Xiaoyu, come and help me step on my leg."

Ji Zeyu put down the biscuits in his hand and said helplessly, "Can't you knead it yourself?"

Xiao Huai lay on his stomach, buried his face in the pillow, and said in a muffled voice, "Please help me, I'm so tired."

Ji Zeyu couldn't help him, so he took off his shoes, climbed onto Xiao Huai's bed, stood and lowered his head and asked, "Are you stepping on your calf?"

"And thighs," Xiao Huai said in a nasal voice, "You put in a little effort."

Ji Zeyu was wearing socks and stepped directly on Xiao Huai's calf muscles. In the next second, there was an earth-shattering scream in dormitory 1.

"Be patient." Ji Zeyu continued to step on it.

Xiao Huai cried out slightly: "Why do I have to suffer like this..."

"Don't cry, I'll give you cookies later." Ji Zeyu comforted perfunctorily.

At this moment, the door of the dormitory opened, and Lu Nanyun came in from the outside, holding two large boxes in his hands, followed by two staff members, each holding a box in his arms, and finally followed by the photographer.

After Lu Nanyun entered the door, his eyes stayed on the two for a moment.

Ji Zeyu stopped stepping on Xiao Huai's leg and asked the staff curiously, "What is this?"

"Fan gift." The man replied.

Ji Zeyu immediately got excited and jumped off Xiao Huai's bed: "Which one is mine?"

The staff raised his chin in the direction of Lu Nanyun: "One of the one he is holding is yours."

Ji Zeyu was stunned for a while. He didn't expect Lu Nanyun to help him carry the gifts, so he walked over and said to him, "Thank you..."

"Just take it." Lu Nanyun's face was expressionless. He put Ji Zeyu's box on the table, as if he had just done something trivial.

Ji Zeyu reached for the box, but found that the box was heavy and should contain a lot of things. He couldn't help but be stunned: Lu Nanyun actually moved two of such heavy boxes? And not even breathing?

At this moment, Lu Nanyun walked to the cabinet, took out a fascia gun, and threw it on Xiao Huai's bed: "I will use this for massage in the future."

Xiao Huai was stunned for a while, and then quickly said: "Why is this so embarrassing, I let Xiao Ji..."

Lu Nanyun looked at him blankly: "He is unprofessional and will trample you into trouble."

Xiao Huai tightened his fingers, was silent for a moment, then raised the corners of his lips and said, "Thank you then." But the smile did not reach his eyes.

Ji Zeyu thought to himself, didn't he just step on his leg muscles, and he didn't jump on it all, how could something happen when he stepped on it? Lu Nanyun really looked down on him.

Not long after the staff put down the gift, Wei Yichen also came back, and the next step was to open the gift.

Ji Zeyu carried the gift onto the bed, opened it carefully, and saw several letters.

Each letter was thick and seemed to contain a lot of stationery.

Ji Zeyu has never received so many fan letters. He said "wow" like never before in the world. He couldn't hide the smile on his face. He was happier than receiving gifts on his birthday.

"A lot of letters." Ji Zeyu said to the camera, "I'll open a few and take a look."

One of them was written by a senior high school student: "Dear Xiaoyu, I'm glad to have the opportunity to write to you, I don't know if you can see it. I'm a person who never chases stars, but since I saw you After the "Look At Me Now" performance, I couldn't help but start chasing the show. Although I don't usually have time to vote, I will always support you. I hope I can become a dark horse like you..."

The rest of the letters also changed to praise Ji Zeyu. Some people praised him for being good-looking, some people praised him as the king of the stage, and some people said that he was their own light and role model.

Fans are caring, maybe they will leave a star in the next second and go to the embrace of the next wall.

Ji Zeyu has always believed that the relationship between idols and fans is short-lived and fragile.

But at this moment, every word of these words is sincere, which makes Ji Zeyu's efforts during this period meaningful. He brought a little light to those fans, and the encouragement of fans also gave him great warmth.

It is meaningless to measure this sincerity by time.

After reading the letter, Ji Zeyu continued to take out the gifts in the box.

There are doll bears, T-shirts with his own cartoons, a bottle of orange soda...

After taking out the gifts one by one, suddenly a blue and white color thing appeared in front of Ji Zeyu's eyes, which made him stunned, and then an unbelievable expression appeared on his face.

"Wow—" Ji Zeyu widened his eyes and said in surprise, "Handheld?!"

Everyone else in the dormitory looked at him.

Xiao Huai looked surprised and envious: "No, why do your fans know you so well, and they actually gave you a handheld?"

Wei Yichen was stunned for a while, and said, "Why didn't the show crew confiscate it?"

Lu Nanyun was quietly opening his gift box, but now he is all focused on Ji Zeyu.

Lu Nanyun's courier was only delivered to the TV station's security office ten minutes ago. Thanks to his fast running, he sneaked the game console into Ji Zeyu's box before the gift-giving session of the show team.