Picked Up

Liang Shining's whole body stiffened in place.

He looked at Ying Huai's smiling eyes, silently opened his mouth, and instinctively blurted out: 'That account........ is Li Xiang's alt.'

Ying Huai was momentarily stunned.

Liang Shining was panicked inside, but his face remained composed as he nodded and repeated: 'Mm, it's Li Xiang's account.'

Ying Huai couldn't help laughing: 'I see.'

Liang Shining's expression didn't change. Firmly believing that the more one says, the more one errs, he only nodded with conviction.

Ying Huai stared at him thoughtfully for a few seconds, said nothing, only let out a light 'oh' with a smile, turned his head, and seemed to finally let the topic go.

Liang Shining silently let out a breath of relief.

He forced himself to shift his attention, turning to look at the venue. Song Fengyi seemed to have been helped to his feet, appearing to be fine, but clearly still needed some time to fully recover.

Liang Shining's eyes flickered.

The sudden reversal of public opinion online just now was clearly Song Fengyi and his manager's doing.

But it had happened to run right into Liang Shining's lucky strike.

Liang Shining was clear that what Li Xiang had found that day was more than just this.

According to the company's PR team's advice, since there was no obvious infringement of Liang Shining's own interests at present, the PR team had originally suggested saving up these scandals and evidence, waiting for the right moment to disclose them all together for a greater impact.

But Liang Shining had insisted on bringing out the parts involving Ying Huai first, and had prepared the PR copy in advance.

And as luck would have it, the moment Li Xiang finished organizing all the evidence, it was put to use the very next second.

Liang Shining closed his eyes briefly, then couldn't help turning to look at Ying Huai beside him again.

To his slight surprise, Ying Huai was looking down, rapidly searching for something on his phone.

Liang Shining was momentarily stunned. Looking at the interface on Ying Huai's phone, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Liang Shining opened his mouth: 'Shifu....... what are you looking for?'

'Looking for Li Xiang....... oh, that is, Y's past posts.' Ying Huai said slowly.

Liang Shining's whole body stiffened in place.

He silently opened his mouth: 'This........ can be found too?'

'Anything too old definitely can't be dug up, but I remember last time we played Truth or Dare, I had an impression of this Y ID.'

Ying Huai said slowly: 'It seems like there was a question about [who I like], someone on Weibo might have screenshotted it.........'

Before he could finish, the next second, he saw Liang Shining suddenly reach out and press down on Ying Huai's phone screen.

'What's wrong?' Ying Huai raised his head, somewhat amused.

'Don't look this up, Shifu.' Liang Shining said quietly.

'Why not?' Ying Huai said slowly. 'Maybe Li Xiang really said that, and I'd have one more fan.'

Liang Shining's face grew hot as he continued: 'Li Xiang is definitely your fan, no need to check.'

'Then what is Mr. Liang nervous about?' Ying Huai suddenly raised his head with a beaming smile.

He leaned in closer: 'Is Mr. Liang afraid I'll find something........ something even more I shouldn't find?'

.......Liang Shining thought of all the things he had once recklessly posted using his own alt account, and felt his ear tips burning.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm: 'What could there be, just fan posts........ nothing I can't let you see.'

Ying Huai's smile deepened slightly. He reached out to take his phone back, but the next second, Liang Shining directly snatched the phone from his hand.

Ying Huai: ?

'What are you doing........'

'Song Si Lan asked me last time to monitor how long you spend on your phone,' Liang Shining said quietly, 'so your eyes don't get too tired.'

Ying Huai was momentarily stunned, instinctively reaching to snatch it back: 'On what grounds—'

'Song Si Lan said your eyesight seems to have declined again recently.' Liang Shining raised his head calmly.

'When did Song Si Lan say........' Ying Huai tried to argue.

Before he could finish, the next second, he heard Liang Shining say word by word: 'Shifu, perhaps you should first explain to me—is it because of eye strain, or because of heart discomfort.'

Ying Huai: .......

He suddenly withdrew his hand and said firmly: 'It must be because of eye strain.'

Liang Shining silently let out a breath of relief, but his expression didn't relax much.

What Song Si Lan had said was not something he had made up.

Since Ying Huai had experienced acute vision disturbance last time, Song Si Lan had been keeping close watch on his eye condition.

Whether it was because Ying Huai's psychological issues had been flaring up frequently these past two days, the latest examination results showed that his eyesight seemed to have deteriorated slightly again.

'It's not very obvious, but if there's insufficient blood supply to the brain, transient blackouts and dizziness or headaches are likely to occur frequently lately.' Song Si Lan said with a frown.

'Pay more attention day-to-day for any abnormalities, don't let it cause any complications.'

Liang Shining glanced at the person beside him, who was propping up his chin and idly surveying the surroundings, and silently exhaled.

According to Song Si Lan, Ying Huai's body was currently like a machine barely patched together by various medications and treatments.

On the surface it seemed to run fine, but if any part showed an abnormality, the whole thing would collapse directly.

But last time, if Song Si Lan hadn't brought it up, Liang Shining hadn't noticed any abnormality in Ying Huai at all.

Liang Shining felt a painful tightness in his chest and let out a soft sigh.

The next second, he saw the person beside him turn his head with a smile: 'Why are you sighing? I'm the one whose phone got snatched, not you.'

He stared at Liang Shining with great interest for a few seconds, his eyes curving into a smile: 'Or does Mr. Liang feel bad about snatching my phone and plan to give it back?'

The knot in Liang Shining's chest was instantly scattered without a trace.

For a moment he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he coughed lightly and said quietly: 'No such plan.'

Ying Huai pouted as if he had expected it.

He had just been about to turn back when a sinister voice suddenly came from beside him.

'Are the two of you done flirting?'

Ying Huai was momentarily stunned. He raised his eyes and looked at Song Fengyi, who had walked up to them at some unknown point with a dark expression.

Ying Huai was somewhat surprised and instinctively blurted out: 'Teacher Song can already walk?'

Song Fengyi, who had just been about to speak, was choked off, his expression immediately twisting.

Mao Mao's strike just now had been vicious, and Song Fengyi was still in sharp pain there.

He stood oddly in front of the two of them, his legs slightly pressed together, his expression dark.

'Don't try to change the subject with me, Ying Huai.'

Song Fengyi gritted his teeth: 'That person just now was your fan, right?'

'Bring her out, and have her apologize to me!'

Ying Huai raised an eyebrow.

The surrounding livestream cameras had already been turned off first, and Song Fengyi couldn't be bothered to pretend anymore, coming straight here to start making trouble.

Since his rebirth, Ying Huai had not seen anyone with such thick skin in a long time.

He raised his eyes, stared at Song Fengyi for a few seconds, and said with a light laugh: 'Teacher Song has it backwards, doesn't he?'

'Shouldn't it be Teacher Song coming over to apologize to her in person?'

Song Fengyi snorted coldly: 'Why should I apologize to her? What did I do wrong?'

'That was a game just now. Isn't it perfectly normal to interfere through certain means within a game? My using my hand to interfere with the opponent's judgment is normal gameplay........'

Song Fengyi was completely twisting the facts.

Mao Mao behind him was so angry she immediately wanted to stand up, but Ying Huai in front of her seemed to have anticipated it—as soon as she moved, he suddenly put his hand behind his back and shook it slightly at her.

Mao Mao was momentarily stunned.

She hesitated for a few seconds, then sat back down, but quietly and quickly turned on her phone in her bag.

Although this Variety Show recording hadn't confiscated their phones, they weren't allowed to use them in front of the cameras, or they would be directly disqualified from all future recording slots.

But Mao Mao looked at the scene before her, hesitated for a few seconds, and ultimately lowered her head rapidly to open an app with a small microphone icon.

On the other side, Ying Huai directly cut off Song Fengyi's words.

'But if you need to use your hands,' Ying Huai raised his head and said innocently, 'what's the point of the interference props the Production Team specifically gave out?'

Song Fengyi was choked off.

'I remember the Director said at the beginning that you can't use your hands to touch, right?' Ying Huai propped up his chin and said with a half-smile.

Song Fengyi's face alternated between green and white.

—Of course he remembered the Director had forbidden using hands to touch the surroundings.

But things had come to this point, and Song Fengyi could no longer care about these things: 'Of course I remember, but that was an accident. I didn't intend to use my hand to touch her, I just accidentally bumped her a little. On the contrary, she caused serious defamation, slander, and personal injury to me, I demand.........'

'Just now Teacher Song said it was deliberately using hands to interfere,' Ying Huai said unhurriedly, 'how did it suddenly become accidental?'

Ying Huai raised his head and said with great interest: 'What Teacher Song got hit just now wasn't his brain, was it?'

A burst of laughter immediately rose from the fans nearby, and Song Fengyi's expression twisted.

He instinctively raised his voice: 'What nonsense are you spouting—'

But he pitched his voice too sharply, his throat cracking, and what came out was directly an octave higher.

The next second, Song Fengyi saw that everyone around was looking at him with increasingly strange expressions.

Song Fengyi gritted his teeth.

No longer caring about anything, he directly pushed past Ying Huai to find the person behind him, but the next second, he saw Ying Huai directly raise his arm and block him.

'Don't seek death, Ying Huai, I haven't settled accounts with you yet—' he said while trying to push Ying Huai's hand away.

But the next moment, Song Fengyi suddenly felt a sharp pain in his wrist.

Liang Shining beside him, having shielded Ying Huai behind him, directly clamped down on his wrist.

A flash of unwillingness crossed Song Fengyi's face. He exerted force with his hand, his face flushing to a dark purplish red, but he could only watch Liang Shining standing in place, calmly prying his hand back bit by bit.

'Weren't Teacher Song's accounts with me already being settled?' Ying Huai raised his head with a half-smile.

'Still, I have to remind Teacher Song to mind your boundaries.'

Ying Huai stood up unhurriedly, covering his lips and coughing slightly: 'Don't end up like Le Xi, making such a fuss you land yourself in a police station.'

'I'm still waiting to settle accounts with Teacher Song, one by one.'

Those words seemed to carry a hidden meaning. Song Fengyi was momentarily stunned, and his face gradually changed.

'What do you mean?'

Song Fengyi gritted his teeth, unable to stop himself from stepping forward again: 'Do you know something? How dare you threaten me, Ying Huai.........'

But just as he approached, the next second, he saw Ying Huai frown, turn his head, cover his lips, and start coughing muffledly.

'Sorry, it's been too cold lately, my airways aren't great,' Ying Huai coughed so hard he couldn't straighten up, and was forced to sit back down, 'the perfume on Teacher Song....... is a bit too pungent.'

Song Fengyi really couldn't hold back anymore: 'There's damn no smell on me—'

But Liang Shining beside him had already pushed him back several steps without asking.

Song Fengyi's expression twisted.

He suddenly stopped in place, ignoring Liang Shining's restraint, looked at Ying Huai and loudly said: 'Good, Ying Huai, you must protect your little fan, right?'

Ying Huai lightly coughed and raised his head, his body trembling slightly from the coughing, but his expression remained noncommittal.

'Good, good, then just wait to be disgraced along with her.' Song Fengyi coldly laughed.

'She's just a regular person, you think I can't take her down? Just wait, Ying Huai—once I take her out, you're next—'

Song Fengyi leaned half his body past Liang Shining, a flash of madness crossing his expression.

'Teacher Ying must not be unfamiliar with his first time being cyberbullied by the entire internet, right?'

Ying Huai seemed to think of something, suddenly raising his head.

Song Fengyi smiled with satisfaction.

But what he didn't expect was that the next second, the person in front of him also suddenly curved his eyes: 'Thank you for the reminder, Teacher Song.'

'I'll be watching with great interest.'

Song Fengyi was stunned for a moment.

He instinctively felt something was off, opened his mouth to say something more, but the next moment suddenly saw Liang Shining once again blocking in front of him.

'Recording is about to start,' Liang Shining stared at Song Fengyi, calmly speaking, 'Teacher Song, please conduct yourself with dignity.'

Song Fengyi's face darkened.

He suddenly leaned close to Liang Shining's ear.

'What is he to you, Liang Shining,' Song Fengyi leaned close to Liang Shining's ear, coldly laughing as he spoke, 'you've gone this far for him—do you think he'll appreciate what you've done?'

He stared at Liang Shining, slowly stepping back step by step, 'Don't end up being kicked aside like Le Xi........'

But Liang Shining's expression was completely unmoved.

'Le Xi did something wrong himself, it has nothing to do with Shifu.' Liang Shining calmly interrupted him.

'If I did something wrong, and Shifu leaves me, then that's my problem.'

Ying Huai's eyes slightly flickered, he raised his head, looking toward Liang Shining.

He listened to Liang Shining speak word by word: 'I will use my own way to make Shifu forgive me again.'

Song Fengyi was inexplicably frightened by Liang Shining's words, he somewhat panicked and stepped back, quickly walking toward the distance.

Behind Ying Huai, Mao Mao finally couldn't help but worriedly speak: 'Teacher Xiao Huai, I'm sorry, causing you trouble........'

'It's not your problem,' Ying Huai covered his lips and coughed, turning back to soothe her with curved eyes, 'Don't worry, what Teacher Song just said won't happen.'

Mao Mao wasn't worried about herself at all.

She opened her mouth, couldn't help but speak again: 'But Teacher Ying, you.......'

'I'm fine.' Ying Huai was stunned for a moment, belatedly realizing what she was worried about.

'Just protect yourself well, and I will protect you all—as well as myself.'

Mao Mao was stunned.

She stared at Ying Huai, tightened her grip on the phone in her hand, took a deep breath, and seriously nodded.

·

The online public opinion was barely maintained by Song Fengyi's team through forced post deletion and forced comment control.

The Assistant Director reopened the livestream, but didn't expect Song Fengyi to suddenly claim that his body had problems and wanted to stop recording now and go to the Hospital.

—It was obvious because his actions just now had made him unable to step down, wanting to push responsibility to the Production Team while retreating completely.

The result was that the Assistant Director somehow got a group of professional accompanying doctors, after a check-up they announced on the spot that the area where Song Fengyi was hit had no problems at all.

Instead, the arm that was kicked back by Mao Mao, because of panic when retracting, hit the table, but the severity was just—a bruise.

Song Fengyi's face was ashen, the barrage in the livestream was about to laugh itself crazy.

[What is Song Fengyi even doing? Mao Mao is a girl, how much strength could she possibly have? He has to act like he's about to be disabled, really getting more and more ridiculous with every stunt.]

[Honestly though, him being disabled would be pretty great too (bushi)]

[Going to the Hospital is fine too, I don't want to see him, but please don't do it by framing our Xiao Huai.]

[Now it should be Teacher Xiao Huai and Teacher Liang, as well as Su Xin and Lu Jing's two groups that won, right? Should it be them deciding the winner now?]

[Wow wow wow looking forward to it, but I feel like Su Xin doesn't really like our Xiao Huai either, will he trip him up?]

Su Xin had indeed been a bit angry at Ying Huai these past few days.

Last time, learning about the Debut Track matter had always made Su Xin feel some inexplicable guilt.

But this guilt instantly vanished upon discovering that Ying Huai seemed to know Mu Heguang.

Su Xin's first song breakthrough during his bottleneck period was guided by Mu Heguang.

The several songs that became popular afterwards, each one basically had Mu Heguang's help.

Su Xin always felt infinite gratitude toward Mu Heguang.

Although Mu Heguang always emphasized he had a disciple, and Su Xin wasn't his disciple, Su Xin always felt Mu Heguang was his unique trump card.

—Also one of the few things he could surpass Ying Huai in all these years.

He didn't expect that last class made him instantly realize that Mu Heguang and Ying Huai seemed especially close.

—Even closer than he had imagined.

This gave Su Xin an inexplicable feeling that something of his had been stolen.

Su Xin took a deep breath, looking at Ying Huai in the distance who had put on a black blindfold and was preparing to start spinning.

He gritted his teeth, turned and took a distraction prop from the prop cabinet beside him, and walked straight toward the center of the field.

·

On the other side, Liang Shining was standing somewhat worriedly in front of Ying Huai.

'Is Shifu really okay?' Liang Shining spoke in a low voice.

'If it's too uncomfortable don't force yourself, I can ask Mao Mao again.......'

'Mr. Liang really thinks too little of me.' Liang Shining was interrupted by Ying Huai with a smile before he could finish speaking.

'My eyesight was already bad to begin with, playing this is just a happy accident.'

Just as he finished speaking, he heard Liang Shining's voice instantly sink: 'Ying Huai.'

Ying Huai tilted his head, smiled ingratiatingly: 'I was joking.'

He took the sponge stick from beside him, took a deep breath: 'I'm really fine, just spinning a few circles, no problem.'

'How about Mr. Liang and I have a competition, see who catches more people.' Ying Huai smiled and tilted his head.

'The loser agrees to one condition from the winner.'

Just as his voice fell, he heard Liang Shining's voice come faintly from behind him: 'I'm over here, Shifu.'

Ying Huai paused, he turned his head, somewhat guiltily extending his hand toward Liang Shining.

'Deal?'

Liang Shining held the blindfold, slowly lowering his eyes.

After a while, he silently sighed, reached out to hold Ying Huai's hand, gently shook it: 'Deal.'

Ying Huai instantly smiled brightly.

The next second, he heard Liang Shining speak in a low voice: 'But I remember, Shifu already owes me something, right?'

Ying Huai:........?

He belatedly remembered this matter, touched his nose, slowly turned his head.

'It's fine, if I win this time, we'll just call it even.'

Liang Shining noncommittally raised his eyebrow.

·

Ying Huai had rested so long, his body indeed didn't have any unusual feelings now.

He originally thought that since he had been blind before, he would definitely be adept at this kind of blindfolded game, but didn't expect he still overestimated his balance ability.

Ying Huai who had spun ten circles felt his entire world inside his head was upside down, even with his eyes closed, he felt everything around him spinning.

—No particularly uncomfortable feeling, just dizzy, dizzy to the point of nausea.

Ying Huai stood dizzily in place for a long time, only after a long while hearing the Assistant Director beside him remind him the game had started.

Ying Huai tightened his grip on the sponge stick, stumbling toward the center of the field.

Su Xin sitting on the central sofa tightened his grip on the prop, his expression slightly cold as he waited for Ying Huai to walk over.

He didn't expect that the next moment, he watched the person in front of him walking while his body swayed and tilted to the side, and when he walked in front of him he directly turned and rushed toward Lu Jing.

Su Xin:.........??

Lu Jing hiding behind the lazy sofa, completely didn't expect Ying Huai to stumble and rush right in front of him.

Watching Ying Huai about to rush straight toward the wall, Lu Jing didn't have time to think, instinctively got up wanting to support the person.

But the moment his feet left the lazy sofa, the next second, he saw Ying Huai's footsteps stop, fumbled to hold onto the wall, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Jing who was already prepared to catch someone:.......???

'I just remembered the wall should be around here,' Ying Huai held the wall, casually knocked on it, 'then there should be quite a few obstacles around here.......'

He had originally planned to walk to the wall first, holding the wall while recovering from the dizziness while looking for people.

Lu Jing's brow twitched.

He instinctively wanted to shrink back into the lazy sofa, the next second, he heard the impartial Assistant Director seriously speak: 'Lu Jing's feet left the lazy sofa, causing a foul, directly eliminated.'

Lu Jing:???

Su Xin beside him coldly laughed, silently mouthed 'idiot'.

Ying Huai beside him also paused, somewhat surprised raised his eyebrow.

He listened to the footsteps beside him, slightly tilted his head, smiled and spoke: 'Thank you, shixiong, for yielding to me.'

Lu Jing walked out with a dark face, gritted his teeth and spoke: '.......No need to thank me.'

Liang Shining over there had also caught someone.

Ying Huai took a deep breath, started holding the wall and slowly probing with the sponge stick along the side.

Time passed second by second, the Assistant Director started the final twenty-second countdown.

Ying Huai also finally finished sweeping the wall, watching himself walking back toward the center of the field.

Su Xin tightened his grip on the prop again.

That was a rectangular sponge foam roller, hitting the floor could make a relatively loud sound, the hiders could take the opportunity to move position, dodging the catcher.

Su Xin originally wanted to take that screaming chicken, but when reaching out, he inexplicably thought of that day in the recording studio, Ying Huai covering his chest with a pale face.

The next moment, Su Xin inexplicably turned his hand toward the relatively bulky sponge foam roller beside him.

He took a deep breath, watching Ying Huai wandering in the field, took out the sponge foam roller, and knocked it in front of him.

Ying Huai as expected turned his head at the sound, approaching toward him.

Su Xin curved his lips.

He was deliberately luring Ying Huai over.

He wanted to see Ying Huai unable to do anything because he couldn't catch him, making Ying Huai embarrassed in front of the camera.

He was certain Ying Huai couldn't catch him, so he tapped the foam roller on the left side of the sofa, then swiftly moved to the back of it.

Ying Huai, as expected, began moving toward the left side of the sofa.

After running back and forth like this for a while, Su Xin could clearly feel Ying Huai's breathing growing heavier.

Su Xin gave a cold laugh.

—Already tired this quickly? His shidi really is useless.

What right did a useless person like this have to be connected to Mu Heguang?

He took out the foam roller again, tapped it in front of himself, preparing to repeat the same trick and dodge to the side.

He hadn't expected that the moment he looked up, a foam stick was already extended right in front of him.

Su Xin's expression froze.

He realized at once that Ying Huai must have figured out his hiding pattern, and through sound localization had directly predicted his position.

Ying Huai's foam stick moved fast, arriving right in front of him in an instant.

Su Xin didn't have time to retract the foam roller, so he could only toss it down quickly and retreat straight back.

The next second, Ying Huai, unable to see ahead, tripped directly on that foam roller. His center of gravity instantly gave way and he fell forward.

Su Xin was stunned for a moment.

His first reaction was a flicker of schadenfreude.

He instinctively wanted to dodge, but the next second, a strange memory surfaced in his mind again.

It was the first time Su Xin had seen Ying Huai after breaking through his bottleneck period and finally becoming famous.

It was a music awards ceremony, where the seats were arranged according to the guests' status. Ying Huai and Su Xin sat one in front of the other. Su Xin looked at Ying Huai's back before him and silently exhaled.

The next second, Ying Huai suddenly turned his head and curved his eyes at Su Xin: 'Congratulations, shixiong.'

A flash of surprise crossed Su Xin's expression.

Ying Huai seemed to have lost quite a bit of weight since they last met, and his complexion was even worse than before.

'What's wrong, shixiong hasn't seen me in so long, doesn't recognize me anymore?' Ying Huai curved his eyes.

Several people around them looked over curiously, seemingly wondering how this newly-famous little singer Su Xin could be connected to Ying Huai.

Su Xin stiffly turned his head away: 'No, don't talk to me.'

A flash of disappointment crossed Ying Huai's expression.

But the next second, he smiled again: 'In a bit, shixiong and I should be going up to receive the award together.'

'Can shixiong wait for me? I'm not feeling well, can't see very clearly. When we go up the steps, can shixiong support me?'

Su Xin frowned.

—His first reaction was that Ying Huai was deliberately trying to embarrass him.

But with Ying Huai's current popularity, even a brief intersection with him at this kind of ceremony would bring tremendous heat to Su Xin afterward.

Su Xin's eyes flickered, and he finally nodded.

The award ceremony progressed rapidly, and soon it was their turn to go on stage.

Ying Huai, as expected, stood in place, smiling brightly, waiting for Su Xin to walk up.

Su Xin walked up to Ying Huai with a cold face, didn't pause, and said in a low voice: 'Let's go.'

Ying Huai curved his eyes and stepped forward to follow.

The award went smoothly. When going on stage, Su Xin silently supported Ying Huai up, and Ying Huai didn't do anything deliberately difficult for him.

Su Xin took a deep breath, and as soon as he got off stage, immediately started walking faster.

The backstage lighting was dim, and Ying Huai gradually couldn't keep up.

He couldn't help but speak: 'Shixiong, wait for me...'

But Su Xin turned a deaf ear, buried his head, and walked straight forward.

The next second, a huge sound came from behind, followed by Ying Huai's muffled groan.

Su Xin instinctively turned his head.

Ying Huai was half-crouching on the ground, clutching his ankle, his expression showing unconcealable pain.

'What's wrong with you?' Su Xin frowned and sneered, 'Don't tell me you can fall on flat ground........'

'I'm dizzy, shixiong.' Ying Huai softly hissed and let out a small sigh.

A flash of unconcealable pain crossed his expression, but he still raised his head and smiled at Su Xin.

'Didn't I just tell shixiong? Shixiong....... don't believe me?'

·

Su Xin's head was splitting with pain. He pressed his brow, groaned, and suddenly came back to his senses.

He didn't know where this memory came from, but it filled his heart with uncontrollable panic and guilt.

He tried several times to stop his past self's actions in the memory, but was completely powerless, able only to watch helplessly as things unfolded step by step.

Su Xin's expression was panicked. He blankly raised his head.

He watched Ying Huai in front of him sway and fall forward, no longer caring about anything, and suddenly stood up, directly catching Ying Huai.

'Are you okay?' Su Xin spoke anxiously, 'Is there anywhere uncomfortable?'

Ying Huai, still blindfolded, was a bit dazed.

He heard Su Xin's voice right next to him, instinctively raised the foam stick in his hand, and gently tapped forward.

With a soft 'pa,' the foam stick happened to land right on Su Xin's head.

'Caught shixiong.' Ying Huai said with a smile.

But Su Xin seemed not to hear.

His mind was full of the dim backstage from the memory just now, and Ying Huai clutching his ankle, unable to move.

'You.......' Su Xin spoke in a trembling voice.

Ying Huai didn't know what Su Xin was thinking.

He took off the blindfold, was dazzled by the lights in front of him and squinted, his body unconsciously swayed.

The next second,

He felt his arm suddenly tighten, and then Su Xin directly pushed him onto a nearby sofa, squatted down, and went straight to take off Ying Huai's shoes.

Ying Huai was completely thrown off by Su Xin's series of actions.

Watching Su Xin about to pull off both his shoes, Ying Huai didn't have time to think, quickly bent down to grab his shoes back.

'What are you doing, shixiong?'

'Did your ankle get hurt just now?' Su Xin seemed not to hear, persistently and anxiously pressing gently around Ying Huai's ankle.

'Does it hurt here, is there anywhere uncomfortable........' Su Xin spoke in a panic.

'I didn't mean to just now....... no, the one who did it on purpose wasn't me. I didn't expect you to trip, I shouldn't have grabbed that foam roller.'

Ying Huai listened to Su Xin's incoherent words and gradually calmed down.

Su Xin raised his head, his expression carrying unspeakable panic: 'Where are you uncomfortable, tell me, I'll take you to find a doctor.'

'Shixiong.' Ying Huai suddenly spoke in a low voice.

Su Xin's expression froze.

'I'm fine, shixiong. That foam roller didn't trip me just now.' Ying Huai said softly.

But before Su Xin could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Ying Huai softly laugh: 'So shixiong doesn't need to put on an act here.'

Su Xin's whole body suddenly stiffened.

His brow instantly furrowed: 'What do you mean?'

Ying Huai didn't speak, just looked at Su Xin with great interest, and after a while curved his lips: 'After all this time, shixiong still only wants to use me.'

Su Xin couldn't quite understand what Ying Huai was saying.

He raised his head and stared at Ying Huai, the guilt and anger in his heart intertwined, leaving him completely at a loss.

He could only repeat again: 'What did you mean by that sentence just now?'

'Nothing.' Ying Huai snatched his shoes back, slowly put them back on, 'Isn't shixiong always hating me?'

'Don't deliberately try to please me just for the heat.'

Su Xin's whole body instantly froze.

He instinctively wanted to refute, but that memory fragment from just now made him unable to utter a single word of doubt for the moment.

Ying Huai finished putting on his shoes and waved at Liang Shining, who was trying to come over not far away.

'Shixiong is free to judge for yourself. Anyway, no matter what I do—I don't need shixiong to care.' Ying Huai said while standing up.

Su Xin's expression was stiff.

He suddenly stood up, instinctively wanting to turn and leave, but the next second, he saw the person who had just stood up in front of him sway, press his brow, and softly inhale.

The disappointment and inner guilt from Ying Huai in the memory just now all came crashing back in an instant.

Su Xin suddenly turned around.

Before Ying Huai could react, he directly squatted down, lifted him horizontally, and quickly ran out of the venue.

The surrounding fans were stunned, Ying Huai was also stunned, and Liang Shining not far away instantly froze.

Chu Ming beside him immediately stepped forward in disbelief: 'Hey, what are you doing, put Huai-ge down—'

Su Xin turned a deaf ear.

He carried Ying Huai and quickly ran to the accompanying doctor from earlier, anxiously speaking under the doctor's shocked gaze.

'Doctor, please help him check his feet quickly, did he sprain it or is there any other problem........'

The doctor, looking at Su Xin's actions just now, had even thought for a moment that Ying Huai had suffered serious trauma or a sudden heart attack, but didn't expect to hear such an answer in the end.

He silently opened his mouth: 'Just...... the foot?'

'Yes, what else could it be?' Su Xin said impatiently.

The doctor swallowed.

He quickly lowered his head, carefully examined both of Ying Huai's feet, and even measured blood pressure, heart rate, and pulse along the way, before finally speaking softly.

'Teacher Ying's ankle has no problems at all.'

Su Xin's expression instantly froze.

He heard the doctor speak again: 'Just slight edema in the lower limbs, slight heart palpitations—probably caused by the sudden position change just now.'

Su Xin silently opened his mouth.

The next second, Liang Shining, who had rushed over, blocked in front of Ying Huai, squatted down, and looked up at Ying Huai: 'Shifu, did he bully you just now?'

Although he said this, his eyes were fixed on Su Xin.

Ying Huai squinted, sat up straight, and slowly yawned.

'I don't know.'

'He suddenly picked me up and ran.'

Ying Huai raised his head and smiled at Su Xin: 'Why doesn't shixiong explain?'