Ji Zeyu heard the words, and in the other party's gentle eyes, his heart was pulled out of the low quagmire. He nodded and showed a small smile: "There will be many, many opportunities in the future."

Lu Nanyun also smiled, then raised his face and pretended to be fierce: "Hurry up and practice, and count the share you owed me before, if you don't practice well, you won't be allowed to eat."

Ji Zeyu was amused by him: "Aren't you afraid that your supporting guest will run away?"

"I can't run." Lu Nanyun put his arms around his waist and raised his lips, "Run and chase after him."

Perhaps because the tacit understanding of the two reached a perfect score, the dance practice process went very smoothly.

In the afternoon, it took about two hours or so, and the two of them had almost rehearsed the dance and walking of "Fall", and the whole performance had a clear structure.

Both of them were wearing long-lost practice clothes, and they were the ones from the "Star Trek" program.

Although it was early spring, after two hours of continuous practice, both of them were sweating.

Ji Zeyu wiped the sweat from his forehead, lifted his hair, and tied an apple head. Male idols especially like to wear this hairstyle when they practice dancing. It is not only refreshing, but also looks more energetic when showing facial features.

Lu Nanyun looked at the little tug on Ji Zeyu's head, suddenly walked over, stretched out his hand and gently pulled on top of his head.

Ji Zeyu turned his head and opened his eyes wide: "What are you doing?"

"It's fun." Lu Nanyun flicked the little tweezers with his fingers again, watching it sway in the air, "Cute."

He couldn't help but twitch his lips as he spoke.

"Why are you like the kind of primary school student who likes to play with the hair at the same table?" Ji Zeyu glanced at him helplessly, then walked aside to drink water.

Suddenly, Ji Zeyu thought of something, turned to look at Lu Nanyun, and showed a malicious smile: "Is it fun?"

Lu Nanyun was stunned and nodded.

Then, he saw Ji Zeyu walking towards him.

"Don't you think..." Lu Nanyun suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Yes, I'll tie one for you as well." Ji Zeyu took out a black hair tie from his pocket, raised the corners of his lips, and smiled like a little devil, "Don't refuse."

Lu Nanyun took a few steps back and looked at Ji Zeyu like a child who confessed his mistake: "I was wrong, can I not pierce?"

"cannot."

"It's so weird..."

In the end, Lu Nanyun looked at his daughter-in-law who blocked him in the corner, and reluctantly gave up resistance. He took a deep breath, lowered his head slightly, and stretched the top of his hair in front of Ji Zeyu.

Ji Zeyu showed a satisfied look, and seriously stuck a small tug of the same style on top of Lu Nanyun's head.

After the piercing, Ji Zeyu chuckled lightly, reached out and raised Lu Nanyun's chin, and praised, "It's quite handsome."

Lu Nanyun looked at the glasses, and after tying up his hair, the effect was indeed much better than he imagined. The facial features of the two are very superior, and the Qing Jun is a little more easy-going and elegant.

"Okay." Lu Nanyun casually touched the little tug on the top of his head, "The craftsmanship is not bad."

The more Ji Zeyu looked at this hairstyle, the more satisfied he became. He took out his mobile phone and said to Lu Nanyun, "Come and take a picture."

Lu Nanyun couldn't beat him. He pulled him to take various types of photos, some of them took a group photo in front of the mirror, some took a selfie with the front camera, and some took a photo of the little guy above his head.

After the shooting, Ji Zeyu had a whim and posted one of the photos on Weibo.

Lu Nanyun watched Ji Zeyu's Weibo move, and two seconds later, his own phone rang, indicating that someone who was particularly concerned had posted a Weibo.

After clicking on it, Lu Nanyun saw the photo posted by Ji Zeyu. The photo only took the top of the two of them, revealing two small tugs. The background was the dance studio. The accompanying text was: I haven't practiced dancing together for a long time.

As soon as the Weibo was posted, it immediately sparked countless discussions, and the number of retweets and comments skyrocketed.

Many of them were guessing who the other person in the photo was.

"The hair is black. First of all, the two colorful haired Hanhans in the e.n team are excluded."

"Hahahaha Xiao Huai and Luo Ming have lost their qualifications to compete!"

"The person who can tie the apple head with Xiaoyu should not be Lu Nanyun or Qi Aodong. I blindly guessed it was Wan Long or Bai Shengjie."

"Why can't it be Brother Nan, isn't Brother Nan worthy of an apple head?!"

"Wake up upstairs, Nange won't have such a cute hairstyle even if he shaves his head flat?"

"That's right, how could Brother Nan be like this?"

"But Wan Taki and Xiaobai seem to be recording a variety show, could it be Xiaowei..."

Lu Nanyun looked at the various speculations in the comment area, but at this moment, he didn't hate the little tug on his head so much, and even felt a little proud. He shook his head in front of the mirror, and looked at Xiao Guou with satisfaction.

The two practiced for more than two hours, and there was basically no problem with the dance.

But Lu Nanyun was still very physically strong.

After the dance practice, Ji Zeyu was about to go downstairs to take a bath with Lu Nanyun, but was pulled by Lu Nanyun's hand and pulled hard, and he was carried into his arms.

Lu Nanyun leaned against the wall, his firm chest pressed against Ji Zeyu, his body smelled fresh mint and a touch of sweat, his body temperature was higher than usual, and Ji Zeyu was surrounded by youthful hormones.

Ji Zeyu widened his eyes and said in surprise, "Lu Nanyun, what do you want?"

"Practice for a while." Lu Nanyun stretched out his hand to Ji Zeyu's waist, raised his lips and looked at him, "I'm afraid you are not familiar with movements."

Ji Zeyu immediately understood what Lu Nanyun meant, his cheeks suddenly became hot, and he whispered, "Why are you not tired at all... um..."

Lu Nanyun blocked Ji Zeyu's mouth, hugged his waist with one hand and clasped his head with the other, and quickly turned around to turn his back to the wall. As the world was spinning, Ji Zeyu felt that his breathing stopped for a moment, and the heartbeat in his chest was deafening.

"I've endured it from noon until now." Lu Nanyun said while touching his lips, "Are you tired? Do you need a charging cable to charge you?" As he spoke, he bit his teeth mischievously.