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    Chapter 50 Studio

    Jiang Fang stared at Shuangli who smiled sweetly in silence, turned to Zhou Tao for a moment, and sighed inaudibly, Zhou Tao immediately realized Jiang Fang's resistance, and responded quickly: "Yo, if you're shy, then don't ask questions. You, Shuangli also prepared a few questions, right?"

    "Yes!" Shuangli nodded: "Actually, my problems are all the problems of my little fan girl. Don't mind Jiang Fang."

    Jiang Fang nodded according to the script's request: "Well, it's fine."

    The next few questions also follow the process. After the questions are over, Jiang Fang signed a jersey for Shuangli on the spot. Zhou Tao successfully concluded the interview. There is still time left, and the director will soon hand over the prepared football. In the shooting area, let Jiang Fang teach the double pear ball.

    "Your shoes shouldn't be very convenient." Jiang Fang held the ball and looked down at the stiletto sandals that Shuang Li was wearing.

    Shuangli was also generous. He took off his shoes and stood barefoot on the ground. He raised his head and looked at Jiang Fang with a smile: "Is this all right?"

    Jiang Fang didn't say more, and in the next second, he threw the football down, and first simply flipped the two balls: "Use the position in front of the instep to touch the center of the bottom of the ball."

    Jiang Fang kicked the ball, held it, and handed it to Shuangli.

    The first time Shuangli failed to find the spot where the ball was dropped, the football rolled down the back of her foot to the ground.

    "Don't move your crotch, make it harder." Jiang Fang explained while frowning, like a serious and demanding coach, without the intimate interaction and pink bubbles that the director expected.

    Shuangli held her breath, and when the ball was about to approach her instep, she used all her strength to kick it upwards. The powerful football passed the director and cameraman in the front row and flew straight to the back row!

    Everyone looked back conditioned reflexively. A staff member in the back row wearing a peaked cap and a mask was bowing his head. Everyone didn't have time to remind them aloud. With a "bang", the staff member was caught off guard and stumbled twice. He slowly raised his head.

    "Are you alright?!" Everyone was concerned, and Shuangli also wanted to go down to see it nervously, but as soon as she took two steps, the people next to her ran over quickly, and before everyone could react, Jiang Fang had already arrived there. Beside the staff, one hand rested on his shoulder, and the other wanted to take off his hat to see if he was injured.

    "It's okay..." He Yuzheng whispered, and he buried his head: "Go and finish the recording first, leave me alone."

    Jiang Fang leaned slightly: "Show me a look."

    Everyone looked at Jiang Fang nervously in front of the staff member, as if they were frozen, how gentle and gentle his tone was.

    "Is there something wrong with that?" The director also became nervous and walked back curiously. Jiang Fang turned his head at this time, and shook his head indifferently: "It's okay."

    The fully armed staff seemed to have reached some kind of agreement with Jiang Fang, turned around and walked towards the door, but the director was still puzzled and asked one more question: "Which group are you from?"

    "I brought it." Jiang Fang stopped the director who wanted to go up and find out: "You can continue filming."

    "Oh, good." The director suddenly realized, no wonder Jiang Fang's attitude turned 180 degrees, he couldn't help but said: "But when you continue to teach Shuangli later, can you try to get closer to just now? "

    Jiang Fang: ?

    "Just be gentle, be patient, and teach hands-on if necessary." The director recalled Jiang Fang's attitude towards the staff just now, and he could see that he was particularly attentive in just half a minute.

    "Hey! Director Liu~" Tan Xianglun appeared in time. Although it was harmless to make a joke between Jiang Fang and Shuangli, the director's current posture is completely free and he intends to direct Jiang Fang's love scene. Anyway, this part is only temporary. The added will not be included in the interview video, so Tan Xianglun made an excuse to stop the next filming.

    In the dressing room, He Yuzheng was looking in the mirror to check if there was any swelling on his head. Jiang Fang came in. He Yuzheng glanced at him and continued to check. Jiang Fang came over and pressed him onto the chair: "I'll take a look. "

    "You're not suitable to be a coach, your teaching is too bad." He Yuzheng was wronged. After he entered the studio, he suffered this innocent disaster without raising his head a few times. After smashing it, he felt that his head might be in a calamity recently.

    "Yeah." Jiang Fang carefully checked He Yuzheng's head, but it was a little red, nothing serious, there was no one in the dressing room, Jiang Fang lowered his head and kissed his red skin: "I just entered the studio and Are you used to it?"

    He Yuzheng raised his head and looked at Jiang Fang with deliberation: "Do you know about my illness?"

    Jiang Fang, unwilling to lie, nodded.

    "How much do you know?" He Yuzheng felt agitated in his heart. The sweat that had overflowed from his palms just after entering the studio had yet to dissipate, his expression tightened, and his lips turned white.

    Jiang Fang leaned over and hugged the man, caressing the back of his head with his hand, He Yuzheng's voice tightened: "You already know?"

    "Um."

    Jiang Fang's answer made He Yuzheng's heart go cold: "You are because of...my illness..."

    "No." Jiang Fang interrupted him and let go of the people staring at him: "Because I like you and want to help you cure your illness, don't think about it."

    He Yuzheng was blunt and murmured, "It can't be cured..."

    "Let's take it slow, we have a lot of time, don't worry." Jiang Fang clenched He Yuzheng's cold hand: "Everyone is helping you."

    "I don't take medicine now." He Yuzheng's pupils moved suddenly, and he was a little excited: "I haven't taken medicine for a long time."

    Jiang Fang looked at him and smiled: "Well, I know, you are great."

    He Yuzheng stared at Jiang Fang: "I don't have insomnia anymore, I haven't lost sleep for a long, long time."

    Jiang Fang nodded: "I have a little insomnia recently, you can teach me how."

    He Yuzheng's eyes widened, and he nodded vigorously: "Okay." He took Jiang Fang's hand and put it on his chest, he could feel his heart beating fiercely through his chest, and his eyes were red: "I was very scared when I first went in. I couldn't stand and could only lean against the wall. I didn't dare to look up. Later, I raised my head twice and was hit by the ball when I almost vomited."

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