• Everyone who chose a house in the back glanced at Fu Yan to see if he had any roommates. When everyone saw Song Yaxuan, they all gritted their teeth. It was him again!
• Alas, why didn't I have such a good life, Liu Yaowen sighed, he was the last to choose a house.
• In the end, Ma Jiaqi He Junlin had a room, Fu Yan and Song Yaxuan had a room, Ding Chengxin Yan Haoxiang had a room, and Zhang Zhenyuan and Liu Yaowen had a room.
• After dividing the rooms, the staff gave them a board and asked them to name their rooms.
• Fu Yan leaned against the head of the bed, and Song Yaxuan lay in his arms.
• 

  fuyan

  I can't choose a name, come on.
• Song Yaxuan closed his eyes and thought for a while, then suddenly his face turned red, and he looked up to see that Fu Yan didn't notice him before he was relieved.
• Both of them named them useless, and in the end, they started a random "Fu Song's Little Nest"
• That's nice.
• After all the names are taken, the first issue is considered to be finished.
• Because they were in a hurry, the eight of them returned to their former home in the afternoon to re-pack their luggage, and then went to the supermarket to buy something to decorate their home.
• At night, Fu Yan leaned on the head of the bed to read a book, when suddenly a small fluffy head got into his arms.
• 

  fuyan

  Finished washing?
• 

  songyaxuan

  Mmm-hmm!
• Fu Yan put down the book and hugged him, touching his hair that had just been washed and blown, feeling very good, like stroking a kitten.
• The two were close together, Fu Yan smelled a fragrance, was very familiar, and moved closer.
• 

  songyaxuan

  What are you doing!
• Song Yaxuan was tickled by him, a little shy.
• Fu Yan raised the corners of his mouth, and his good-looking eyes were smiling.
• 

  fuyan

  Did you use my body wash?
• 

  songyaxuan

  What's wrong? No way!
• Song Yaxuan blushed with blood, and his ears were hot. Fu Yan's heart trembled when he saw the fierce little appearance of the milk.
• 

  fuyan

  All right, all right, what's mine is yours.
• Fu Yan pinched the child's red face, and couldn't help but laugh. After saying a few words, he blushed.
• 

  songyaxuan

  Huh!
• Song Yaxuan buried his head in Fu Yan's arms again and hugged his waist tightly.
• The next day, the pants teacher came to the practice room and saw Fu Yan practicing dancing, interrupting him.
• 

  kuzilaoshi

  Fu Yan, come here.
• Hearing someone shout Fu Yan stopped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and walked over panting.
• 

  fuyan

  What's the matter, teacher.
• 

  kuzilaoshi

  It's debut night soon, and the company has arranged a suitable repertoire for you, so you can get familiar with it first.
• Fu Yan took a piece of paper filled with the songs they were going to perform.
• 

  fuyan

  Ok, thanks teacher.
• 

  kuzilaoshi

  It's all right.
• Back in the practice room, Fu Yan picked up his phone and searched the original video according to the tracks above, including dances and songs.
• After watching them all, Fu Yan was quite satisfied. These tracks were selected according to their characteristics and specialties, and they were quite suitable for them.
• When everyone else arrived, Fu Yan played these songs to them again, and they all felt good.
• What Fu Yan wants to perform is a hip-hop dance, no need to sing, but the light dance is also very tiring, and he must pay attention to expression management.
• Although he has been able to dance this dance proficiently and perfectly, he still pulls little by little in front of the mirror.
• Until he was sweating profusely and couldn't stand it, he had to force himself like this to do his best.
• Everyone else is also practicing hard. After all, it is the debut stage, so there must be no mistakes!
• At noon, all eight of them did not eat, only drank some water, and continued to practice.
• Their actions were recorded by the camera, and the staff felt a little distressed for the children. Those who worked hard would not be bad luck!
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