[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

At ten o'clock that night, Yuuri slumped in the back seat of the jeep, and Chris drove the two of them back to the hotel - Viktor looked better than Yuuri, at least he could get himself out of the car, but when he and they got back In the suite, he muttered "I want to sit down" in his mouth, and then sat down on the sofa chair without moving.

Yuuri would have thought he was dead if he hadn't been breathing evenly - and you can't blame Yuuri for having such a thought, after all, after five hours of stretching and conditioning, Yuuri felt like A puddle of boneless mud.

"The first two days were all spent recovering physical fitness and basic skills," Yang said, checking on the two men's physical condition—or in another way, pushing them on the ground like plasticine. After a while, she gave a "completely unqualified" evaluation, and immediately formulated a hellish training method, "After all, I haven't danced for seven or eight years—it's not rusty, Professor Victor?" Victor coughed lightly , did not answer her ridicule. "The next three days will start to familiarize yourself with the content of the performance, then group rehearsal, and the last ten hours of rehearsal-I have to say, I'm afraid you will have a very miserable week." She stopped, as if waiting for someone to ask Objected, but Yuuri and Viktor didn't say a word, instead Kenjiro listened to her and shouted as if dissatisfied with her questioning of Yuuri: "I will help you, Yuuri! I believe in you!" Said Then there was a gesture of love with both hands.

JJ, who was standing beside him, squeezed out a twisted laugh.

"I'll help you too, Victor." He said dryly, raising his hands—he probably wanted to show his heart, but to no avail, he made a ball.Chris on the side couldn't help laughing, and quickly pretended to cough.

"That's great. Is there anything more comforting than getting out of blue, isn't it Victor?"

Victor looked at him—after being tormented by these people for a long time, all he had left was a wry smile.

"Yeah," he said, his eyes slowly returning to Yuuri, who was listening intently to Yang explaining the specific arrangement, his face was flushed, and the back of his head had a lock of hair sticking up in disobedience.

If Yuuri said that he hadn't thought about how hard it was this time, he would be bragging about lying, even if a professional dancer didn't practice for a day, the results would all be reflected in his performance, not to mention he had eight years...that's... …More than 900 days and nights, including a whole year without even being able to walk.In the gym, his flexibility would shock the girls in the yoga room, but here, in a professional rehearsal studio, he's just starting over.

"Fortunately, there are not many scenes," Yang said, "There are about two or three scenes of JJ's solo dance, let me see... There is also a group dance that will leave soon, so you can get a full rest when transitioning... ...yeah~" She made a grimace, "I'm so lucky."

Very lucky indeed.Fortunately, it can be said that it is the level of God's care.There was a hint of doubt in Yuuri's heart again, but every time this happened, he would press it under the thick quilt like extinguishing a flame—he had already come here, so he definitely couldn't be a deserter, No matter what the reason for being selected is, in short, you have to do your best to perform and have a perfect curtain call.

And what about Victor—Victor?Yuuri was pondering as he plodded towards the bathroom, his body was exhausted, but his mind was quite active, like a rabbit that couldn't stop hopping.This is probably the first time in Victor's life that he has been the B corner. Before that, he was always the focus of the crowd, the bright moon where the stars are holding the moon... This made Yuuri blame himself for a while, he didn't need to be like this, if it wasn't If Yuuri doesn't want to stay alone in the dance troupe, Victor doesn't have to work so hard... In fact, Victor could have left, but he just stayed, and accepted a position that sounded like a dream in the past...

Yuuri turned on the shower, and the cold water poured down. He didn't notice it at first, but as the water flowed through his hair and onto his scalp, Yuuri suddenly realized that he didn't turn on the hot water—his scalp exploded, as if the whole skin All tightened, he let out a subconscious scream, and frantically turned off the switch.He stood in the shower panting, shivering with cold.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.

"What's wrong?!" Viktor appeared outside the door, looking terrified, "Yuuri?" Their eyes met, and Yuuri stared at him blankly, forgetting to react.The two of them looked at each other like two sculptures, and were at a loss for a while.

"Uh—the water is too cold." Yuuri said, his face started to burn, but his hands were cold. I don't know if it's because of the cold water or because of the current situation—no one is still dressed in the shower, and no one is tired. Don't make this mistake.He had an urge to squat down on the ground and curl up into a ball, or grab a towel and throw it on Victor’s head to block his view, or just open the ventilation window and jump down... His heart was pounding, Victor His Adam's apple slipped, and he finally recovered from his stupor.

"I—I went out." He muttered, "Turn to the left for hot water."

"What is this for?" A voice came in, and Chris, who was wearing a bathrobe and a towel on his head, appeared behind Victor's door. When he saw the situation clearly, his expression changed from curiosity to anger, "Victori Professor Kiferov!" he cried, "you are a teacher!"

It's over.Yuuri heard a voice in his head say. "No!" he said loudly, trying to explain, "It's not what you think! Chris, listen to me!"

Chris looked at him for a while, and his expression changed to helplessness, "Ouch—well, I'm sorry to bother you, and I'm leaving now." After he finished speaking, he turned around and left humming a little tune. Look, it's a very nasty song.

"I'll explain it to him," Victor said again, keeping his eyes on the doorknob, "I...I'll go now."

"Please…" Yuuri says, his lungs filled with foam, his mind full of Chris' last narrowed look.

Victor left, closing the door behind Yuuri thoughtfully before leaving, Yuuri stood alone for a while, and turned on the shower with trembling hands.

It was cold water again, this time he held back and didn't make any sound.To experience the same embarrassment again, he would rather die.

The shower drama ended with Yuuri sloppily rinsing his body, and when he came out of the bathroom, Viktor was sitting in the living room with a glass of golden liquid in front of him, and they both seemed embarrassed, neither looking at the other , Yuuri didn't even have the courage to say good night, and quickly fled back to his and Chris's room.

Worse was yet to come.Half an hour later, Chris cleaned himself up in the bathroom of the double room, with a green mud-like mask on his face, and asked Yuuri "what happened" while rubbing body lotion on his face, from his expression Judging from it, he certainly didn't think it was just an accident.When Yuuri told him the truth, he was disappointed, but then somehow, he popped up on the dos and don'ts of bathroom sex - Yuuri just wanted to sleep, and he burrowed under the covers with his damp hair.At this time, Chris's cell phone rang, as if a text message had come. Chris temporarily gave up the lecture and glanced at the cell phone, then got up and went out. When he came back, he had a hair dryer in his hand.

"Where did it come from?" Yuuri asked vaguely, the hair dryers in the suite are all fixed to the bathroom wall, but Chris didn't say anything, just dug him out of the covers and blow it like grooming pet hair After drying his hair, Yuuri was too sleepy to keep his eyes open by now, let alone thinking about the origin of the hair dryer.The second Chris turned off the hair dryer, he fell into the bed again and fell unconscious. He didn't even know when Chris fell asleep.

Two hours later, Yuuri wakes up suddenly amidst Chris' uniform small snorts, remembering that there is one thing he didn't do.

Ten minutes later, with Victor writhing in his sleep peacefully falling into a deep sleep, Yuuri sets his alarm clock for 10:05—just enough time for him to slip back into his room before Victor wakes—and he turns the tuner on. The vibrating mobile phone was stuffed under the pillow, his face was pressed against Victor's back, and he fell into a drowsy sleep again holding Victor's waist.

Yuuri woke up completely under Chris' shaking.The latter had a toothbrush in his mouth, and when he saw him open his eyes, he showed a foaming smile.

"Morning," he said, "what time did you get back this morning?"

"05:30," Yuuri says, yawning—he wakes up like a programmed robot, sneaks back to his room without a word, lays down again, and sleeps until seven. "Where's Victor?"

"I know Victor." Chris said, spraying toothpaste on his face, "He hasn't woken up yet, you are the first, he is the second, how do I treat you?"

"Okay, that's great." Yuuri yawned.

"In that case, go call Victor!" Chris said, "Repay the favor, get up!" He grabbed Yuuri's armpit like a rabbit from a tree hole and lifted him out of the bed.

The moment he stood up straight with his own strength, the pain swept through his body like a sandstorm. He thought of the arrangements for the next two days, and felt a wave of despair in his heart: he knew it was his choice, but when he thought of going to After going through a cramp-like training, it is inevitable that I still feel a little trembling.

He began to quickly change his clothes, and opened the door to run out. "What are you doing?" Chris called after him. "You're going out? You're not calling Victor?"

"I'm going to get breakfast." Yuuri muttered, "I'll bring it up... let him sleep a little longer, he's so tired."

After he finished speaking, he pushed open the door of the suite-with a limp movement-and ran out. Chris watched him leave, and he didn't recover until the footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"My god," he said to himself, "what the hell are you two doing..."

He turned his head and met a pair of foggy blue eyes—Victor's hair fell to one side like weeds, his eyes were foggy, and he appeared behind Chris like a zombie.

"Morning," Victor greeted hoarsely, "Where's Yuuri?"

"Falling asleep." Chris lied—generally, people who want to send breakfast to someone else's bed hope it's a surprise, right?Victor nodded, hummed, scratched a piece of skin on the back of his neck, and pushed open the door of the suite.

"I'm going to get breakfast..." He yawned and said with tears in his eyes, "Don't disturb him, let him sleep more..."

Chris endured and endured, without saying anything.

—he decided to go back to bed and wait for breakfast.