Three days passed almost in a blink of an eye. These three days were frequent events for the children of the planetary cluster.

First, the title song "Mama" had to make some changes to the dance movements on the showcase stage, saying that it was to maintain the visual freshness of the song period. Next, for the change part, everyone re-rehearsed in order to temporarily replace the original dance movements with the preconceived thoughts. However, after practicing over and over again, Kim Jong-in's waist injury recurred again, and was even so serious that he could not stand upright. It was not practice time, so he could only hold it. Then, Huang Zitao twisted his legs while practicing solo show. Finally, there were various fevers and colds caused by weather.

In short, these three days are difficult and hopeful for everyone.

The night before Seoul showcase, Kim Jong-in lay on the bed, asking Zhang Yixing to press his waist with a very skillful technique.

"Bang!" As he pressed, Zhang Yixing slapped the wheat-colored back.

"Ah, it hurts!" Kim Jong-in pouted and tried to turn back to express his dissatisfaction after being beaten.

"You know it hurts too. You still work so hard? That's just practice. If you dance so well, who do you want to stimulate......"

Zhong Ren turned around and continued to lie down, listening quietly to his warm rebuke.

Zhang Yixing tore a piece of plaster and put it on carefully, "How old are you now? The back of the waist is like an old man."

"Hey, I get it." Jong In sat up and pulled down his clothes, "You have criticized me for so many times."

"Who told you not to listen?" Put the plaster packaging bag into the garbage can, "It's getting late, don't get out of bed and wander around. Let's rest, I'm back."

"Well, you can rest too."

Before Yixing returned to his room, he found Dudu squatting at the door of the room covering his ears. "Is the door locked? Why are you staying outside?"

"Shh..." Dudu pressed his index finger on his lips to signal him not to speak, and then pulled him to squat with him.

Is this formation possible?... "Well, Huh?" Zhang Yixing pointed to the door excitedly, and pointed at the ears.

Dudu nodded sincerely with wide eyes.

His ears were pressed against the door and listened. "It hurts! Then, don't move there, hiss..."

"It's been so much, it still hurts?"

Listening to the conversation and tone, Zhang Yixing was so excited. My Brother Lu and Shixun have achieved their true achievements, thanks to me Zhang Yixing, hahaha! I felt relieved and leaned against the door, and the door opened tremblingly.

The door was not closed properly. Zhang Yixing had originally squatted with force from the door, but now he was lying on the ground.

The two people in the room were surprised by Zhang Yixing's appearance, and they were both stunned.

Zhang Yixing got up and was about to cover his eyes and exit, but his mind had already led his eyes to take the lead and stared at the two people on the bed. "You......" Why didn't you take off your clothes? Why didn't you cover yourself with a quilt? Why didn't you turn off the lights?

"What was going on with you just now?" Lu Han sat cross-legged on the bed, Sehun knelt behind him and pinched his shoulders.

"What are you two doing?"

Sehun rolled his eyes. It was so obvious that he couldn't tell it?

"I've practiced dancing a little today, and my shoulders are hard. I wanted Dudu to help me press, but he went out."

Du Qingzhu leaned into the door frame with grievance and leaned his head into the room. I thought it out, but I was threatened by Funei.

That's it? After listening to Lu Han's explanation, Zhang Yixing looked at Du Qingzhu with inquiring eyes.

The latter has his innocent eyes, otherwise what do you think it is?

Then you cover your wool ears, Zhang Yixing is embarrassed, and I am so happy...

Dudu stayed in place and rubbed his neck. I just felt that the two people were so stingy. What happened to Brother Yixing?

The next morning, the twelve people from the planetary group followed the car to the Seoul Olympic Stadium for rehearsal. The stage of dreams was at the feet, and everyone was excited like chicken blood.

After two rounds of rehearsals, Huang Zitao kicked his legs with 120,000 points. Our captain of Team M, Wu Fan, could not bear the pain of his heartache. "This is just a rehearsal. Don't fight like this, your legs are not getting better yet."

Huang Xiaotao smiled shyly, "It's okay, I'm fine, it won't hurt."

"So too, you have another walk away later, don't be too hard!" Zhang Yixing put his shoulder on Kim Jong-in and patted him again and again.

"I'm fine."

"We are so sensible," Lu Han couldn't help but praise him in a low voice.

"What about me?" Sehun handed him a bottle of water to Brother Lu, and obediently unscrewed the lid.

"Haha." The child's cheeks were unconsciously puffed, so cute.

"Brother Lu doesn't praise me, wouldn't I be ignorant?"

Zhang Yixing's mouth twitched, and he shook at the window. It seemed that the wind was getting on outside, and it was so cold...

After leaving the venue with makeup for the last time, fans began to enter one after another.

The twelve people were nervously huddled in the backstage to make up, and the sound of the outside field gradually became louder.

"Oh, so many people, so many people!" Chanyeol couldn't help but go out and take a look, then came back with his little heart and shouted.

"Really, really?" Bai Xian was happy and stepped forward to help him soothe his heart. "Canyeol, your heartbeats so fast, hahaha, I'm very nervous?"

"Aren't you nervous?" Canyeol pulled open his claws and touched his chest with a big palm.

"Park Chanyeol, what are you doing? Dudu, mom, this man is slutty ||slutty me."

When these two people didn't stop when they started making trouble, Junmian shook his head helplessly.

A look came over, Junmian looked over, Wu Fan smiled and gave him a thumbs up, and Junmian also smiled and replied.

Starting tonight, we will write our history.

"What is that?" Park Chanyeol, who can almost be called a lens radar, was the first to discover the photographer who was traveling through the crowd.

Wu Shixun followed the direction of his finger and saw a large cannon barrel moving around looking for material to take photos. "Take a backstage photo."

"Is that true?" After hearing this, Chanyeol immediately flashed to the uncle who took the photo and swayed.

After lowering his head and thinking alone for a few seconds, Sehun suddenly smiled, pulled Lu Han, who was talking to Zhang Yixing for some unknown reason, and waved to the uncle taking the photo.

The child's head is leaning on his shoulder. What is this?

"Brother Lu, look at the camera!"

"Lens, what lens?"

"There!" Sehun pointed at the cannon barrel facing the two of them, quickly climbed on Lu Han's shoulder, smiled, and made a scissors hand.

Influenced by him, Lu Han also compared to scissors hand.

After the uncle pressed the shutter and compared them with an OK gesture, Wu Sexun was satisfied.
Chapter completed!