C43 Lovely Breakfast

As soon as he entered the house, Qiao Lin could feel that his face was even redder and hotter than before, even though he had already isolated himself from the outside world. Even so, his heart did not slow down at all.

"How could I possibly blush and have a heartbeat towards Qin Lang?" Qiao Lin could not believe that this reaction belonged to him. Why did his reaction resemble that of the girl in the script who wanted to confess to a boy?

With a crisp "Pa," Qiao Lin slapped himself on the face to calm himself down.

It must be because he was too engrossed in reading the script today and Qin Lang had guided him well, causing him to be too immersed in the role.

"Wake up, wake up, I'm a man, and Qin Lang is also a man. I don't fall in love," Qiao Lin muttered to himself as he threw off his slippers and climbed into bed.

However, he was still unable to calm his emotions. Thus, he climbed into bed at around eight o'clock, only to fall asleep in the wee hours of the morning.

Since he had to go to the rehearsal room for class at eight o'clock in the morning, Qiao Lin woke up at half past six. When he passed by the dining room on his way to wash up, he found that the bowls and chopsticks that he had left on the table last night had been taken away. He then went to the kitchen to take a look and found that it was clean. It seemed that Qin Lang had washed all the pots and pans.

It was a relief to think that the man who used to stay with him only went downstairs to drop off his disposable lunchboxes had become a successful dishwasher.

After a good night's sleep, Qiao Lin's heart had completely calmed down. He did not feel anything when he thought about that brat's face. It seemed that Qin Lang had helped him act and let him get into the act.

Thus, he would be fine after a good night's sleep.

By the time Qin Lang woke up, it was almost eight o'clock in the morning. Initially, he planned to get up and send Qiao Lin to the company, but by the time he got up from bed, there was no sign of Qiao Lin at home.

"Have you arrived at the company?" Since he did not know if Qiao Lin was already in class, Qin Lang only sent him a WeChat message.

Qiao Lin had arrived at the rehearsal room half an hour ago. It was almost eight o'clock, but neither Zeng Yiwen nor the trainee had arrived. He could only sit in the rehearsal room alone and look at the script that he was about to flip through.

After receiving Qin Lang's WeChat, he naturally replied quickly.

Qiao Lin: "I arrived half an hour ago. Have you woken up yet? I made one for you when I made breakfast in the morning, but I don't know when you woke up, but I put it in the fridge for you. You can use your microwave to heat it up."

After reading Qiao Lin's reply, Qin Lang went to the kitchen with his phone in his hand. He opened the refrigerator and found a fried egg and a carton of milk lying on the top plate of the preservation room.

She took it out and placed it on the dining table, took a photo and sent it to Qiao Lin, adding, "Thank you for your breakfast of love."

Qiao Lin replied, "Not really, I just want to continue to nourish you for fear that there might be something wrong with your body. If that happens, I will feel guilty. Do you really not need to go to the hospital for a checkup?"

Thinking of how Qin Lang fell onto the bed in pain yesterday and his face turned red from the pain, Qiao Lin understood how painful it was even though he did not experience it himself.

Seeing the news that Qiao Lin had returned, Qin Lang's good mood suddenly turned somewhat irritable. Was Qiao Lin suspecting his physical condition? How could a pinch be so serious?

He really wanted to reply, "Won't we know if there's anything wrong with my body after we go to bed?"

But after typing, he deleted it and did not send it out.

In the end, he only replied, "Thank you for taking care of my health. Thank you for breakfast. You should go to class at 8 am. I won't bother you anymore."

After Qiao Lin entered the company, Qin Lang went to find out about the training time of the trainees in the company and knew that he would start class at eight in the morning, so he did not bother him to distract him.

Sure enough, after reading Qin Lang's last WeChat message, the other students came to the rehearsal room one after another, including the one who was acting as Qiao Lin's opponent.

This person was called Han Dong, and he was acting as a girl, but he was a man, about eighteen or nineteen years old. His name and personality didn't match, and he wasn't cold or cold. As a Golden Year trainee, he naturally didn't look bad, but his personality wasn't refined at all. He was a little arrogant and impatient.

Yesterday, when he was acting with Qiao Lin, even though he was in the wrong as well, he always pushed the blame to Qiao Lin and mocked him mercilessly when he was in the wrong. After a few rehearsals, he went to Yu Xi to ask for a change of partners. If Yu Xi had not rejected him, Qiao Lin would probably have to act alone.

As soon as Han Dong entered the rehearsal room, he walked up to Qiao Lin and said impatiently, "Everyone went back to the rehearsal room to practice after dinner last night, but you didn't come. On the other hand, I found someone to have a good play with. I wonder if you've practiced. Don't drag me down today."

At this moment, Zeng Yiwen and his assistant, Yu Xi, also entered the rehearsal room, and the students quickly sat down on the floor in an orderly manner.

According to Zeng Yiwen's previous teaching habits, he would have given a lecture, taught some theoretical knowledge, and then checked the results of the previous day's rehearsals, leaving time for everyone to practice on their own. But today, he chose to check the homework he had left behind yesterday.

Zeng Yiwen asked Yu Xi to arrange the order of everyone's performance. Qiao Lin's group was ranked fifth, but there were actually only twenty or so students. Because of the different script and different scenes, they were divided into groups yesterday. Some were in groups of two, while others were in groups of three or four. There were only six or seven groups in total.

Furthermore, the script was short to begin with, and the longest four-person scene would only last for three or four minutes, so Qiao Lin and Han Dong, who were ranked fifth, were called on stage after waiting for about twenty minutes.

Han Dong, who was playing the role of a girl, sat on the ground, looking both expectant and nervous. Qiao Lin, who was standing a few steps behind him, looked at him and waited for a while. Then, with an impatient look on his face, he walked over and pulled him up, blocking him against the wall.

"Didn't you send me a note in class saying you had something to say to me after school? Why aren't you saying anything now that everyone's gone?"

Qiao Lin read out the lines with the aura of a male lead.

"I... I... I..." In the end, Han Dong could not even finish reading the lines that the girl had so few words because of her nervousness.

He was surprised that Qiao Lin, who had made a mistake from the beginning yesterday, was able to perfectly interpret the character today.

Han Dong could not read a single line out. Just as Qiao Lin was hesitating whether or not he should start over, he heard Zeng Yiwen say from behind, "Qiao Lin, don't worry about him. Act your part well."

Hearing Zeng Yiwen's words, Qiao Lin did not bother about Han Dong anymore. He finished his part of the show, then let go of Han Dong and returned to his seat.

Because Han Dong was the only one in the first five groups to screw up, he stood there in a daze, waiting for Zeng Yiwen's criticism.

"Han Dong, go back to your seat and don't delay the next group of performances. After I finish my class, you should practice well by yourself. I'll check before class ends at noon."

Zeng Yiwen did not criticize him, but Han Dong did not feel good in his heart. He lowered his head and returned to his seat dejectedly.