At half past eight, the driver drove into the parking lot of the entrance C of the exhibition center in an off-road vehicle. While waiting for the railings to rise, Xinxin, who was inactive throughout the journey, suddenly screamed excitedly.

"Dad! Dad is there!"

Following Xinxin's gaze, Lin Zhishu and Jiang Yu looked over and saw that there was an open-air parking lot of motorcycles and electric vehicles about ten meters away.

Shen Chongzheng had a very difficult time supporting his left foot on the ground, and his right foot was hanging in the air and jumping to the back seat of the small motorcycle, untiing the crutch tied to it.

He couldn't put down the oblique bracket with his right foot, and he just supported the car with his thighs and kept it from falling.

He also carried a computer bag on his back, which made him more awkward and difficult.

Jiang Yu, who was in the passenger seat, subconsciously sighed: "No wonder he didn't answer the phone, his leg broke. He was riding a motorcycle here."

The off-road vehicle moved slowly and drove past the railings.

At this time, Shen Chong was supporting the ground with one leg on his left foot, leaning on the crutch with his right hand, and pressing the bottom of the crutch with a crooked twist on the suspended bracket. He tried to pull the car back with one hand with one hand to put down the suspended double bracket.

The haunting parking lot is not allowed to use small shelves that are placed in oblique places. It is said that the oblique swing takes up too much space and you have to park the car directly with an airframe.

This operation was so much that Old Shen, the broken leg tribe, had half his life, and he didn't want his injury to worsen.

This scene made Lao Lin's nose suddenly sore.

"parking!"

She shouted loudly.

Looking at Lin Zhishu holding Xinxin and jogging all the way, Shen Chong was ready for the battle as soon as possible.

Friend, if you ask for trouble, my friend on the surface will be almost unable to hold on.

I never thought that Lin Zhishu didn't say anything, and didn't even have eye drops. He just walked up and stepped on the suspended bracket with his feet.

Shen Chong pulled it with force, and it was considered as a stand.

"Uh, are you?"

Lin Zhishu ignored him, but leaned down and gently pulled away his loose right trouser legs, and saw the two plywoods.

Old Lin stood up straight and looked straight into his eyes, asking, "What's wrong with your feet?"

"I fell yesterday morning, it's okay."

"It's okay to have a plywood on it and use a crutch? So what's wrong? Why don't you tell me? Why don't you rest at home if you're injured? Why do you still bring Xinxin to practice dancing? Why do you still come today?"

Shen Chong: "Uh..."

Lao Lin suddenly changed to a hundred thousand whys. There are too many questions and I can't answer them.

"If you tell me directly that you are injured, will I let you come alone? Why not?"

Shen Chong scratched his head, "Didn't I think you're angry? It's impossible for me not to come. It's okay, it's really okay."

He thought to himself, based on my years of experience, the recovery time of my injury may have to be "postponed" for another two days.

Alas, I don’t want to tell Lao Lin, one is that I don’t want to gain sympathy, the other is that I’m afraid that I will be too fast and I will have to act again when I look back!

Jiang Yu also walked up and sighed, "Oh, Mr. Lin, Shen Chong insisted on telling me not to tell you, actually I knew it yesterday."

Lin Zhishu turned to look at Shen Chong again.

What can King Shen do?

I can only smile foolishly!

Seeing his silly appearance, Lin Zhishu's anger from last night to now suddenly disappeared.

No matter what he did, no matter how he hid it from himself.

But it cannot be denied that he is all for Xinxin's good.

Perhaps his ability is limited, his understanding of dance is very shallow, and he may have brought Xinxin into the ditch, but his heart is good.

He was so injured that he was still worried about Xinxin's things.

He was just a sparring trainer, but he was injured and came here today with a bicycle with his broken leg on his bike.

He didn't let Sister Jiang tell me, are he afraid that I would worry?

Forget it, if Xinxin loses, you can lose. Learning to endure failure early may not be a bad thing.

My attitude yesterday may be really wrong?

I am jealous of Xinxin's unconditional trust in him. He can make Xinxin escape from my control in just a few words and lie to me.

I'm scared, so I use anger to hide my fear?

"Oh, forget it, let's go."

Lao Lin greeted.

Shen Chong was stunned for a moment, not understanding what she meant.

Lin Zhishu turned around and frowned, "Why, can't you walk? Forget it, I'll let Li Hongmu carry you."

Several bodyguards from the Lin family stood not far away, and Lin Zhishu said and wanted to greet someone.

Shen Chong quickly refused, "No, no, I can leave myself."

In order to take care of the speed of the wounded, the few people walked slowly.

Lin Zhishu deliberately pulled the distance closer and whispered in Shen Chong's ear, "I had a bad attitude yesterday, I'm sorry."

After saying that, she quickly turned her face, for fear that Xinxin, who was holding her right hand, would find out that she was like a thief.

Shen Chong had no choice but to whisper, "It's okay, I'm mentally prepared."

He was quite surprised. He thought that this matter was thunderous and the earth was in flames, and there was no lightning and thunder, and he couldn't finish the work for several days, but it was revealed in an instant?

Lao Lin, what kind of magical twist has happened in your heart!

Lin Zhishu was a little stuck in his throat with a mouthful of blood. What does it mean to be mentally prepared!

You are sure of me, I am a rather unreasonable person!

Jiang Yu, who was following the two, stroked her forehead with one hand. She felt so painful. The emotional intelligence of the two people in the previous group was probably not enough to withstand a normal person, right?

You two are the two supreme masters in the awkward chat world.

When we arrived at the competition venue, there were already many people sitting in the huge performing arts hall.

The tickets have been sold out, and the support teams behind many participating children are almost catching up with the stars.

There are many old, grandparents and grandchildren in the family, and there is even a small boss in a company that mobilizes all employees.

Shen Chong was deeply grateful that he might not be able to get in with himself.

Several people walked through the crowd, and the Lin family's bodyguards opened the way in front to prevent anyone from encountering Shen Chong, a "seriously injured person".

Their location is in the front row, the VIP seat directly below the stage, and a small round table with fruit drinks and snacks on it.

When I arrived at the place, Xinxin's dance teacher, Mr. Qu, had already been waiting.

This is a woman in her thirty years old and has the temperament of an artist.

Shen Chong made a brief comparison, but felt that the difference between Teacher Qu and Master Yang Li was unreasonable.

Teacher Qu first greeted Lin Zhishu and Jiang Yu, then looked at Shen Chong with confusion, and briefly got to know her. Then she pulled Xinxin to the side for psychological counseling.

It’s basically something. No matter how well you prepare before, don’t be afraid after you go on stage, just perform bravely.

The result is not important, it is the process of hard work. As long as you dance happily on the stage, you will be truly successful.

Xinxin looked a little depressed, responding none of them.

Teacher Qu also asked Xinxin to recall her movements one by one, and Xinxin was listless throughout the whole process.

After a while of psychological counseling, Teacher Qu felt that it was not very successful, so he handed over the person to Jiang Yu, sat next to Lin Zhishu and said worriedly: "Mr. Lin, Xinxin's condition is not right. What's going on?"

Lin Zhishu glanced at Shen Chong next to him in anger and said, "Ask him this father."

Shen Chong looked around and looked like the weather was good today.

Teacher Qu was in a complicated mood and was wondering who this man was. He was actually Xinxin’s father. Then wasn’t he Mr. Lin’s…

Lin Zhishu coughed lightly, causing Teacher Qu to stop his fantasy ideas, lowered his voice and told Teacher Qu about the cause and effect of the matter.

Teacher Qu's mood became even more complicated.

She was a little angry and uncomfortable.

Since the other party is Xinxin's father, of course he has the right to interfere in Xinxin's game.

Mr. Lin’s husband must have a great identity.

But you are really...too too much?

I am obviously Xinxin’s dance teacher, but you are changing dances on my back and looking for another teacher. Wouldn’t that slap me in the face?

Teacher Qu was so painful that it was not convenient to get angry, but it felt uncomfortable if he didn't say anything.

People with abilities have their own arrogance. She is indeed a golden sign in the children's dance training industry in Shudu.

This kind of thing happened for the first time in so many years, but the other party had a special identity and didn't know what expression to face.
To be continued...