[Bojun Yixiao] Not my brother

On the day of recording the first episode of the program, Xiao Zhan sent it to Wang Yibo. There were so many fans outside the venue, some of them already had a fan base, and they even pulled up banners to support. He had watched these online before. This is the first time. Seeing it at the scene, I still thought it was quite interesting. I looked back several times, and Wang Yibo pushed the back of my head back into the car, saying, "There's nothing to see."

Xiao Zhan grinned and patted his paw, saying, "Isn't this novel?"

Wang Yibo lowered the brim of his hat a little more, and said, "Come pick me up when the recording is over?"

Xiao Zhan hummed, and the ending sound rose slightly, and said, "Don't let me see?"

Wang Yibo turned to look at him, softened his voice, and said, "The recording time is so long, and there are so many people and noisy, why don't you go back and watch the video."

Xiao Zhan drove the steering wheel with one hand, and said, "I want to see your scene, I haven't seen it yet."

Wang Yibo curled his lips and smiled, and said, "When I hold a concert by myself in the future, I will reserve a seat in the front row for you to watch."

Xiao Zhan was amused and said, "Thinking about the concert so soon?"

Wang Yibo said, "Sooner or later."

Xiao Zhan didn't answer, just laughed along.

He knows that Wang Yibo has been like this since he was a child, and it hasn't changed until now. He himself will restrain himself a little when he goes out to the outside world, but if it is Wang Yibo, he feels that it is not an exaggeration.

But in front of this young master, you still can't praise too much, or your tail will be raised to the sky.

He insisted on staying and watching, and only said that he would go back first when he was tired. Wang Yibo didn't bother to chase people away. Before the recording of the first episode, almost all the contestants had their makeup and styles set in advance at their own company, and they went to the waiting room to wait. You can just record.

But Wang Yibo is different, he only started to put on make-up and styling slowly when he got here. The company specially arranged for him to be recorded at the bottom of the ranking. Xiao Zhan half leaned on the chair beside Wang Yibo and watched him being painted on his face by the makeup artist. Smeared and wiped, maintaining an expression the whole time, without even moving the eyebrows.

Xiao Zhan held back for a long time, remembering that he was on a certain Korean variety show. At that time, he was still in the inexplicable dignity of a boy who didn't want to put on makeup. Every time the makeup artist helped him put on makeup, he had to coax him, in exchange for the other party's tough words "Hurry up".

Wang Yibo looked at Xiao Zhan's face in the mirror, and said, "...what's your expression?"

Xiao Zhan clenched his hand into a fist, put it against his lips to cover up a cough, and said, "...No."

The makeup artist quickly helped him put on the full makeup, the end of his eyes and eyelids were smudged with a gorgeous and imposing red, his silver hair was permed in strands, and every angle was fixed and fixed. Xiao Zhan held the hands beside him He secretly took a picture with his mobile phone, in exchange for Wang Yibo, who caught the bag on the spot, to roll his eyes.

The makeup artist couldn't help laughing and said, "This is your friend?"

Xiao Zhan was serious, stopped Wang Yibo, and said, "Well, I'm Brother Wang's staff, um."

Wang Yibo turned his face to stare at him.

The makeup artist saw that they were in a strange atmosphere, so he stopped talking, and after a few words of advice, he packed up his things and left.

Wang Yibo changed his jacket, the T-shirt he wore inside stretched out beautiful lines on his waist and abdomen during the movement, and randomly picked out a few accessories that he had brought over. After finishing everything, he stood in front of Xiao Zhan and bent down, quickly looking at him The corner of the lips kissed.

Xiao Zhan who was suddenly attacked: ...is too daring.

Wang Yibo said in a deep voice, "I pushed your WeChat to the assistant, and she will take you to the shed later, if you have anything to tell her."

Xiao Zhan raised his lips, his pupils were clear, and said with a smile, "Are you confident?"

Wang Yibo snorted and said, "I'm here to win the championship."

After seven or eight hours of recording, plus Xiao Zhan piled up his work to catch up with the progress before, it was really a bit unbearable, so he took the approximate timetable given by the program team from the assistant, and went to the lounge for a while.

He was in a deep sleep, and before Wang Yibo came on stage, the assistant carefully woke him up and brought the sleepy Xiao Zhan into the shed.

There are no fans in this show, so I can only watch it in the staff area. Although the viewing angle is a little bit worse, it can be cleaner anyway.

All the lights on the field were extinguished, except for the one that remained on Wang Yibo's head, reflecting a cold halo on his hair.

As the song progressed, the half-slung face was tilted slightly, the eyelashes were raised, the lines of the jaw and neck seemed to have been carefully carved, and the chin was lifted by stepping on it, the limbs were moved, and in a sudden burst of climax Spreading his arms everywhere, the movement is full of strength, and even the fingertips seem to break through the air visible to the naked eye. It is the best and most beautiful position to reach the position that has been formed by countless exercises and formed muscle memory.

Xiao Zhan lost all sleepiness.

He also only watched the match a few years ago on TV, and it was edited into countless clips, unlike the live one.

The Wang Yibo now is even more powerful than a few years ago, with an imposing manner that makes people dare not look directly at him.

He only danced a third of a dance, and the judges scored points on the scoring sheet one after another, and then refocused on the performance on stage.

The contestants in the audience couldn't help but feel their scalps go numb.

Among them, there are many who have gone abroad as trainees, some have made debuts and released albums, and some have learned to dance for more than ten years. Overwhelming illusion.

He is so young, beautiful and strong, a stage is the world, like a shining star that can overwhelm everyone around him.

If it is so far away that if you reach out rashly, you will be blocked, and you will be hurt by his cold and dazzling light.

It was only at this time that Xiao Zhan felt directly how much he had transformed and become stronger during the years when he went abroad.

Although this kind of emotion that I couldn't help but sigh over and over again collapsed when I saw Wang Yibo being interviewed.

The interviews arranged by the program group will select some symbolic questions to ask, which can be regarded as adding a little more topicality and heat when it is broadcast. When asked why Wang Yibo participated in the competition, after all, when he had already debuted in Korea, Xiao When Zhan saw the boy behind the camera, he raised his eyebrows, his delicate facial features inexplicably more impeccable under the close-up.

He was heartbroken.

Sure enough, Wang Yibo replied in embarrassment, "Can't you participate in the competition after leaving the aisle?"

Xiao Zhan held his forehead.

The staff was silent for a while, and then asked, "Is the goal of this competition to win the championship?"

Wang Yibo said, "That's not it."

staff member:……

His hand holding the photo card trembled slightly, and he resisted asking the last question, saying, "Is there anything you want to say to the fans who support you in front of the camera?"

Wang Yibo pondered for a while, and said, "Watch the game carefully."

Staff: ...Let me die.

As soon as Wang Yibo finished here, he went to find Xiao Zhan all over the place. Fortunately, the other party was with his assistant, and the assistant was wearing a brighter color dress. He ran over and rushed to Xiao Zhan, almost Unable to stand on his feet, he slammed on the brakes in a hurry, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and tip of his nose, his eyes became brighter, and he said, "How is it? Have you read it?"

Xiao Zhan's eyes were very gentle, and he said, "Very good."

Wang Yibo opened his eyes wide and said, "Really?"

Xiao Zhan couldn't hide the smile on his lips, and said, "Very true, Wang Yibo player, you are super good."

The assistant listened to a few words and couldn't take it any longer. He took Wang Yibo's coat and turned around silently to leave. Liu Boy dragged Xiao Zhan out of the arena with great interest and went to the parking garage to move the car.

Seeing the tiredness that could not be concealed between Xiao Zhan's gentle brows and eyes, he volunteered to take over the steering wheel. His brother sat on the co-pilot, looking sideways at Wang Yibo in a daze.

Wang Yibo talked to him halfway while driving, only to be belatedly aware of Xiao Zhan's inattention, and push him while waiting for the red light, saying, "Hey, why are you in a daze?"

Xiao Zhan laughed slowly and said, "It's nothing, I just feel that you have really grown up."

Wang Yibo frowned a little, looked at him suspiciously, and said, "You seem to have said that before."

"Really." Xiao Zhan smiled and stretched out his hands to rub his hair, and said, "Then let me say it in another way, in a way you like."

Wang Yibo said, "Say it."

Xiao Zhan said, "From this moment on, in my heart, you are an independent, powerful adult who can fall in love with me."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Wang Yibo's round, black eyes, which were bent into the shape of crescent moons.

In fact, he still has nothing to say.

He just lost his mind, but suddenly remembered a certain line in a song by a singer he liked very much. From another perspective, it was more suitable for Wang Yibo before.

But he's more than just a lonely star now.