Chapter 43: The Student and His Little Prince (43)
The follower student and his little prince (Forty-three)
"What's going on with Lin Wanli? Why hasn't she come yet?"
Song Qing walked anxiously behind a big tree by the lake. He looked at the time several times and found that the person he was waiting for had not come yet, so he couldn't help but make another call.
Lin Wanli, who had already sneaked backstage with a cup of milk tea, glanced at the caller ID irritably, then turned off her phone angrily and ignored it.
Holding a milk tea in her hand, she followed the rider in front of her into the backstage.
The backstage was so lively at that moment that everyone had to shout at the top of their lungs to be heard clearly.
"The Chinese Department believer loves to eat Tu Ni's milk tea! The Chinese Department believer loves to eat Tu Ni's milk tea is here!"
"Here! I just love to eat dirt here!"
"Get ready for the next show! Where is the Mumu woman in the next show? It's your show!"
"Teacher! My name is Lin Hao, not Mumu Girl!"
"Excuse me, has anyone seen my hairpin? It's in the shape of a panda and glows in black and white!"
"..."
Lin Wanli walked around the crowd, her eyes sweeping over the familiar faces who were preparing for the show, one hand clenched tightly in her palm.
She should have had a share of these, if it weren't for Song Ning, if it weren't for Song Ning and Lance...
"Are you embarrassed to call the delivery lady? Who are you sending this milk tea to? Can I call her for you?"
A pretty and petite figure suddenly appeared in front of Lin Wanli. She greeted Lin Wanli with a warm and friendly look on her face, and she was breathing slightly while speaking. It was obvious that she had just finished a performance.
Lin Wanli's expression changed drastically behind the mask!
She squeezed the plastic bag tightly and calmed down for two seconds before lowering her voice, "No need, this is a special order. The customer paid extra and said he must have me deliver it to him personally."
After saying that, she pushed the girl away and plunged into the crowd without looking back.
The girl felt a little pain in her shoulder from being hit, but her eyes became a little confused.
"That's strange, this person looks so familiar. Why do I feel like I've seen him before?"
"Song Ning, you will be the next one soon, so hurry up and get ready."
The teacher in charge walked towards Lance and the others.
Lance nodded to the teacher before Song Ning.
"Okay, we'll get ready now. Thank you, teacher."
The teacher in charge looked at him and then at Song Ning, who looked used to it, and sighed slightly.
She nodded, "You can get ready too, you're right behind Song Ning."
"I know, I will."
The teacher in charge was about to leave, but suddenly turned back and looked at him.
"…Just perform well. Don't worry about the rumors. Q University is not the kind of school that doesn't know who to trust."
Lance was a little surprised, but the other party obviously didn't intend to say more and turned away, so he couldn't chase after him directly.
Song Ning stood up and stretched to warm up, feeling curious.
"Are you familiar with this teacher?"
It feels like the sentence just now was meant to give Lance a reassurance?
Lance thought about it for a second and shook his head affirmatively.
"No, I have no contact with this teacher."
"Then why did she say that?"
Song Ning hugged his legs and stretched them. Although he was curious, he warmed up very seriously.
Seeing that he was still thinking, Lance stood up and helped him tidy up his performance clothes.
"It's not a big deal, don't worry about it."
Song Ning raised his head and let him straighten his collar, humming softly.
"I only care about you because of you." He reached out and poked Lance's waist. "Hey, are you really not going to clarify in advance?"
He had just taken a look at the forum, and everyone who mentioned Lance said that he was using his connections to do the shady stuff, and some people even started betting that Lance would perform badly, but Uncle Q would never admit that they were involved in the shady stuff.
"It's okay. Isn't Ningning baby very clear about my strength?"
Lance grabbed the rebellious finger and kissed it, then licked it gently with his hot tongue.
Song Ning was so scared that he pulled his hand back suddenly, looked around with a red face, and made sure no one noticed them before kicking Lance.
"Why are you here with so many people?"
What if someone sees it?
He just wanted to be seen and let everyone know that the little prince belonged to him alone.
The electric arc in Lance's eyes was jumping wildly, and the words he overheard from Xu Yi did not have no effect on him.
The little prince knew better than anyone else who he had truly loved.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Song Ning suddenly came close to his eyes, and Lance's eyes were confused for a moment.
"what?"
"What, what?" Song Ning wrinkled her nose but looked serious and concerned. "Why do you seem to be in a bad mood? Didn't you tell me not to worry about you?"
He knew Lance's strength. There was a reason why Lance was called a top student. His IQ was very high.
Generally speaking, people with high IQs may be relatively weak in certain aspects, but this is not the case with Lance.
He was forced to study by the Lan family since he was a child because he showed amazing talent in music, but only Song Ning knew how much Lance hated those things.
Could it be that although Lance said this, he was still very worried about the forum?
Song Ning grabbed the corner of Lance's suit and looked up at him seriously.
"Or I'd better call my dad and ask him to clarify everything for you right now. I remember your trophies are still in my room. I can ask my dad to go home and take out the trophies and take a picture of you."
This way, Lance won't have to worry about the haters on the forum anymore!
Song Ning thought with ease.
Baby Ningning is worried about me.
Lance lowered his eyes and looked at the little prince in front of him.
His little prince was clearly ready to step onto the stage and shine like the stars and the moon, but he could notice his own emotional fluctuations.
Perhaps, his little prince already had...
Lance held Song Ning's hand and kissed it.
"Don't worry. My little prince, all you need to do is to shine your light tonight and let everyone know how outstanding and shining your little prince is."
His heart was surging and he could hardly hide his smile.
"Rather than explaining, I would rather see them envy me for having the love of a real prince."
boom!
Song Ning's ears were burning with anger.
He opened and closed his mouth but could not utter a word. The dim lights in the backstage and the lingering scent of perfume and flowers seemed to surround the two of them and separate them from everyone else at that moment.
The place on the back of his hand where he was kissed seemed to be burned by flames that spread upwards little by little. His breathing quickened slightly, and the thin collar of his performance clothes could not hide his red skin. His long eyelashes trembled slightly for a long time before he blushed, stepped on Lance's foot and quickly hugged him.
"I know, I know. Then just wait patiently."
"Yes, my prince."
Lance saluted him from a distance.
Song Ning's face flushed, but he stepped onto the stage step by step with brilliant and dazzling steps, and the glory immediately enveloped him.
And all of this was seen by the crazy woman in the dark corner.