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There is no way not to jump.

Because this sentence, word for word, was said by Jiang Zhan himself before.

It was the summer vacation of the second year of high school and the third year of high school. A group of boys made an appointment to play ball during the day, and booked a box for dinner at the restaurant near the arena at night.

It's all a group of big-hearted guys who come out to play, no one cares, and a group of people feel that it's boring to just eat, so they start drinking.

I didn't dare to drink the white one, for fear of being beaten when I went back, I ordered cold beer.

It's not enough to eat and drink, you have to play.

Said to be playing Truth or Dare, the plate on the turntable of the dining table burns the broccoli, and whoever loses will be transferred to the plate. If you lose, you will be fined half a glass of wine, and then choose one of Truth or Dare.

Everyone said yes, let's play this.

Then, everyone played high, and with the spirit of drinking, the atmosphere of the whole private room was bursting.

Jiang Zhan still has the impression that he was also high that day. The reason why he remembers it clearly is because he drank too much and was so drunk that time. It was only after that time that he realized that he could not drink too much and would not remember anything.

And that day, he lost several rounds, and the pot of broccoli was like falling in love with him, and it turned to him every time.

A group of boys slapped the table and punished him for drinking, and asked him to take a big risk.

Jiang Zhan tried his best to win the truth for himself that day, so as not to be risked to death by this group of people.

As a result, a group of people shouted: "Who wants to listen to your truth, you are not a girl, and I don't want to know who you like."

Jiang Zhan: "Sincerely!"

Others: "Big Adventure!"

Jiang Zhan: "Okay, big adventures are big adventures."

Then one of the big adventures was to let him choose one from so many people in the box and give him a kiss.

Jiang Zhan: "???"

Everyone: "Choose! I chose to kiss! If you don't choose, you're a dog!"

Jiang Zhan was obviously a little drunk at that time. When he was agitated, he said: "I choose to choose, I will not choose you." After that, he turned to look around: "Bai Tianheng."

Everyone booed: "Xingxingxing, Bo Ge is Bo Bo!"

Bo Tianheng didn't know how much he drank, but he didn't put his head up. He leaned back lazily against the back of the chair. When Jiang Zhan turned his head, he narrowed his eyes: "Is it useful to call brother?"

Jiang Zhan is good at it: "Brother."

Bai Tianheng just sat there and said nothing.

Jiang Zhan pulled his sleeves, and under everyone's attention, he stood up and leaned over, hugged Bai Tianheng's head, and slapped his forehead.

After eating, sit back and smack your lips.

Bai Tianheng leaned against the back of the chair from start to finish, he was finished eating, looked at Jiang Zhan, raised his hand to touch the bitten place on his forehead, and snorted: "Did no one teach you, the kiss is over. Impure."

Jiang Zhan turned back and smiled at him: "Who wants to be pure with you."

The dinner that day was one of those young and wanton memories in my memory.

Jiang Zhan must sigh when he thinks about it, how frivolous and troublesome he was at that time.

Now let him drink, let him be honest, but let him take a bite of Bai Tianheng, that is absolutely impossible.

But then I ate it all...

Since Jiang Zhan recalled this passage, he casually recalled the taste of eating Bai Tianheng—

What does it taste like?

Jiang Zhan was completely unimpressed. After thinking about it, since it was his forehead, his teeth should be a bit gnawed.

"Brother Zhan, what are you stunned for?" Cong Yu next to him suddenly raised his hand and waved in front of him.

Jiang Zhan recovered: "Oh, it's fine."

Cong Yu immediately laughed and laughed: "It's still our brother Zhan who is powerful. I figured it out. With you around, I feel that Director Bai can't be fierce at all."

Jiang Zhan: "It's not my relationship, it's Mr. Bai who is a good person."

For the next half of the afternoon, Jiang Zhan was practicing leg movements.

When he practiced his legs, he really only practiced his legs, and did not add the upper body movements he had learned before. The whole dance learning process was amazing.

Many people in the practice room thought he was unable to coordinate his upper body and lower body, so he practiced like this.

Although everyone thought it was strange, no one said anything. They had to practice dancing themselves and didn't care about others.

There was only one person who couldn't hold back.

At that time, there was no one in the training room. During dinner time, many students went to have dinner.

Before Jiang Zhan left, he stood in front of the mirror and performed a dance on his legs.

The action is not complicated, Jiang Zhan dismantles it very carefully, just want to strive for perfection in every node.

When he dismantles it like this, over and over again, in the eyes of others, he will think that he is not familiar, especially not able to dance.

Jiang Zhan was dancing earnestly, wanting to see what else could be improved, when someone suddenly said, "You don't really just want to rely on your face, do you?"

He added: "Do you know that if you continue like this, when this show is broadcast here, there will be a bunch of people lining up to scold you for not having strength and relying on your face? Can't you be better yourself?"

Jiang Zhan paused, raised his head, and looked at the person who was speaking from the mirror.

Jiang Dazhou - the boy who stood up and questioned himself on the stage of the first review.

The boy had dyed blue hair, his clothes were half wet, his face was stinky, and he looked arrogant.

He also looked at Jiang Zhan in the mirror, looking very angry.

There were other students around, all because of Jiang Dazhou's voice.

The practice room was surprisingly quiet.

Some people watch Jiang Dazhou, some people watch Jiang Zhan.

Jiang Zhan looked at Jiang Dazhou and didn't say anything. It was estimated that the other party had just seen him split and repeat the dance moves.

Although I don't know how Jiang Dazhou understood it after seeing it, Jiang Zhan tasted the tone of hatred in these two sentences...

So familiar.

Seeing Jiang Zhan's expression unchanged, Jiang Dazhou thought that he was not getting enough oil and salt, and became even more angry, and said loudly: "You don't really think that taking a is so great, right? The training was closed some time ago, and there were professional teachers. You still can't see your own strength clearly. Did no one tell you that you can only be described by virtue and incompatibility when you are like this?"

During the closed training period, everyone accepted the guidance of professional teachers together, who was strong and who was weak, and those six or seven days had already shown.

The strong are naturally confident, and the weak are basically aware of it.

What Jiang Zhan is like, everyone can see clearly in the training room.

But no one has ever revealed it so bluntly.

Even professional teachers are very euphemistic.

Jiang Dazhou suddenly let out this voice, and everyone in the training room was startled, but they didn't say a word, and no one was round.

It can't be round, how can it be round?

Jiang Dazhou crossed Jiang Zhan in the first evaluation stage, and even proposed a battle at that time. The two did not deal with it from the beginning. Jiang Dazhou was obviously unhappy with Jiang Zhan. How can the people around him persuade him?

Only one or two people whispered: "Jiang Dazhou, please be polite." Teacher Vj is not here at the moment, but the camera in the training room is always there.

Jiang Dazhou doesn't care, he is a young master with temperament, people in other classes don't know it, class F and everyone who has contact with him know it.

Want him to be polite? What is there to be polite.

Jiang Dazhou said to Jiang Zhan directly across the distance of more than half of the classroom: "I just question you, what's the matter."

The classroom was quieter, and the air froze.

Everyone present thought, it's over.

As a result, Jiang Zhan was not angry at all.

Not only was he not angry, but he also smiled and turned to look at Jiang Dazhou: "Why do I feel that you are not questioning me, but caring about me?"

Jiang Dazhou paused, his expression changed, and he stared: "Who cares about you! Why should I care about you!"

Jiang Zhan saw his frizzy look and smiled: "I used to have a friend who looked like you when he cared about me, and it's your expression every time I break it."

Jiang Dazhou was still staring: "What does your friend have to do with me?" He said again: "What's more 'I used to have a friend', it's too crude for you to talk to me."

Jiang Zhan looked at him: "I approached you? Didn't you speak first?"

Jiang Dazhou was stunned for a moment, his expression changed again, and this time he directly blew his hair: "Alas! I didn't strike up a conversation with you! I was reminding you!"

Jiang Zhan smiled: "It's because of kindness to remind me, right? I understand, thank you."

Jiang Dazhou: "..."

Young Master Jiang was originally very confident, after all, he just stood behind and stared at Jiang Zhan dancing for at least seven or eight minutes.

He thought to himself that this dance was all a mess, and no one danced with only two legs.

Still get a like this? Are you waiting for the show later to be torn up?

Jiang Dazhou couldn't bear it any longer and opened his mouth.

He felt like he was sarcasm, yes, sarcasm.

As a result, Jiang Zhan went around in a circle, inexplicably became kind and caring.

Jiang Dazhou: "???" Master, am I a person who is nosy and sympathetic?

I don't know you well, I'm a good ass? Concerned about your uncle.

Jiang Dazhou glared at Jiang Zhan, turned his head and left, leaving the training room.

When Jiang Dazhou left, the other students felt embarrassed and went to eat. Jiang Zhan was soon left alone in the training room.

Jiang Zhan was interrupted by Jiang Dazhou, so he didn't continue his practice, and drank a bottle of water on the ground.

While drinking the water, he thought of the dinner party again.

In his mind, the figure who offered to drink beer, took the lead in coming up with ideas to play a big adventure, and coaxed every time he was punished, gradually became clear.

Song You.

Jiang Zhan hadn't thought of Song You for a long time, and suddenly realized that Jiang Dazhou's tone and demeanor were exactly the same as those of his former good friend, so he suddenly remembered it.

And remembering Song You who had not seen each other for a long time, Jiang Zhan sighed softly.

Forget it, I don't want to.

Hotel apartment.

Bai Tianheng answered a call.

As soon as it was connected, after listening to two sentences, he said, "Oh, who am I, President Song."

Song You opened his mouth and sprayed: "If the surname is Bai, stop pretending to be garlic!"

Bai Tianheng pretended to be garlic: "Is there anything Mr. Song is looking for from me?"

Song You is a young master who can instantly become a troll if he wants to.

The troll young master hardly paused, and he opened his mouth: "The surnamed Bai, just say, are you coercing and seducing Jiang Zhan to participate in the draft? Is it!"

He sprayed again: "Your thoughts, others don't know, I still don't know! I saw you clearly on the night of the dinner that year!"

Bai Tianheng answered the phone with one hand and swiped Weibo with ad on the other hand, without delay on both sides, he heard the words and said calmly: "What did you see?"

Song You: "..."

Bai Tianheng's tone didn't even fluctuate: "Did you see me kissing Jiang Zhan? Or did you see Jiang Zhan kissing me?"

Song You: "..."

During the summer vacation of the second year of high school, that night, a group of boys were basically drunk.

Some went home, some didn't, and for those who didn't, they found a chain hotel nearby to stay.

Jiang Zhan was carried upstairs by Bai Tianheng. Although he was not so drunk that he was unconscious, he was also staggered and unsteady.

Song You was so impressed by that day.

After all, that day, his outlook on life and world outlook was violently collided, and he almost crashed.

At that time, he settled down on a boy who was drinking and vomited, and turned to see Jiang Zhan's situation.

When I opened the door, I heard a rustling movement and a strange moan.

He still wondered what the sound was, walked in, raised his eyes—

Song You didn't dare to continue to recall it, and the images in his mind felt irritating.

He simply summed up: "The surnamed Bai, you are not human."

Bai Tianheng swiped his ad, calmly as usual: "I'm not a person, you are." After a pause, "Mr. Song has been giving a lot of likes and votes since yesterday. How many have you voted for Jiang Zhan?"