In fact, every classroom has a small classroom, but the small classroom has never been opened to the public. Lin Ye didn't know why Jiang Lian had the key to the small classroom. He just thought about what other people said about offending the other party and he would be cut by the editor. It's not surprising that Jiang Lian got the key to the small classroom.
Since it was the background that the program crew didn't dare to offend, why would they care about his blurting out that he wanted to report to the election supervisor
Lin Ye was puzzled for a moment, then turned his thoughts away indifferently. It doesn't matter how the process is, what he wants is a good result. What he should think about right now is to find some excuse to avoid Xia Dongchan at night.
I was clueless all afternoon, and even a little absent-minded in the vocal class, and was called out by the vocal instructor for criticism. Lin Ye pretended to be open-minded and sincere, and accepted all the criticisms from the instructor. After turning his back and retreating into the team, he went straight into his left ear and out of his right ear, and didn't take those words to heart.
It's not that he doesn't respect his mentor, it's just that he has no talent in singing, his voice can only be described as mediocre, and his range is also narrow. This also directly led to his unprincipled obsession with dancing in both singing and dancing.
Unexpectedly, the matter that was still in trouble during the day was easily solved at night.
On the way to have dinner with Xia Dongchan, the other party suddenly said, "I plan to stay up late in the classroom tonight, do you want to come with me?"
Lin Ye shook her head and said, "I want to go back soon."
Xia Dongchan stopped abruptly, turned her face, squinted her eyes and looked at him, "Lin Ye, are you really planning to just hang around until the next round of elimination, and then just drag the suitcase and leave?"
Lin Ye didn't answer him directly, but just put his hands in his pockets and smiled casually, "Isn't that bad? You can also lose one competitor."
Xia Dongchan tilted her head, and said openly: "Lin Ye, for me, the top 20 is my competition. I will not allow myself to be eliminated outside the 20th place. "
He smiled and reached out to embrace Lin Ye's arm, but the words that blurted out were somewhat sharp: "Lin Ye, I don't believe you will be willing to leave here in the first round."
Lin Ye paused, and laughed, "You're right, I'm really not reconciled now. But," he lowered his eyes, and kicked away the broken stones blocking the road, as if asking Xia Dong Chan seemed to be talking to herself, "I still feel like something is missing."
He thought, maybe there was something missing that made him completely determined to stay here and work hard for it.
Lin Ye went to the small classroom of Class A at 9:50 in the evening. There are two doors in the small classroom, one leads to the classroom of Class A, and the other connects to the corridor on the other side of the building, and Lin Ye goes directly to the corridor on the other side.
The curtains in front of the windows were drawn tightly, and it was impossible to see if anyone was in the classroom. Lin Ye raised her hand to knock on the door, but found that the door was not closed tightly. He entered the room and closed the door with his backhand. Jiang Lian sat on the floor and glanced up at him. First, he raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and then said, "The door is locked."
Lin Ye locked the door behind her as she said, walked up to the other person and squatted down, raised her hand to take off the white baseball cap on top of her head, plucked the hair on her forehead that was floppy under the weight of the cap, and handed the cap to Jiang Lian, "Give it back to you. "
Jiang Lian took the hat and threw it aside, "Do you need to warm up first?"
Lin Ye said: "I can warm up by myself, you don't have to worry about me."
He walked to the mirror and breathed out slowly.
Jiang Lian smiled slightly, got up and walked towards him, "Did I say I would take care of you?"
Lin Ye's hands were still on his legs, but his body shook slightly, and his face turned red soon. It was as if subconsciously wanted to speak, but failed to bring it up in one breath.
Jiang Lian stretched out an arm, supported his waist through the fabric of the jacket, raised his eyebrows and said objectively: "Lin Ye, you have regressed."
Lin Ye didn't say a word, no matter how good-tempered he was, he couldn't help scolding Jiang Lian twice in his heart, and after a while, gritted his teeth and said, "I ate too much for dinner."
Jiang Lian said, "Don't eat too much before exercising."
After finishing speaking, he lifted his shirt off and raised the other palm to cover his flat and tight belly, "I didn't eat much for dinner, but I lied so much that I didn't blush or breathe."
The itching spread from above the navel along the place where Jiang Lian's palm had been pressed.
The arm supporting his waist exerted strength suddenly, Jiang Lian pulled him up, withdrew his hand and said, "Your waist is fine, just press your leg—"
He paused, glanced at Lin Ye who was standing there and put his hand under his clothes, frowned slightly and asked, "What are you doing?"
Lin Ye pursed her lips and looked up, looking straight at Jiang Lian, her pupils became dark and shiny under the light, and her tone revealed a bit of forbearance and impatience: "My stomach is itchy."
Jiang Lian narrowed his eyes suddenly, and didn't speak for a while.
As a result, Lin Ye didn't understand why he offended Jiang Lian when he was pressing his legs. The opponent raised his knees against his back, each time getting heavier.
Lin Ye couldn't help snorting.
Jiang Lian paused, but instead put down that leg, squatted down absentmindedly, patted his face and said, "Okay, get up."
Lin Ye got up from the floor, and hesitantly raised his hand to touch the half of his face that Jiang Lian had patted.
Jiang Lian stood by the player and glanced at him, then said calmly, "Don't worry, I didn't wipe anything dirty on my hands."
Lin Ye's expression was a little weird, and she couldn't help asking him: "You usually take pictures of Ming Rang's face like this?"
However, a syllable could be spat out from his lips, and his voice was drowned out by the sound of music pouring in like a tide. Lin Ye was stunned for a second, and then felt that this question was also strange.
Whether Jiang Lian would take pictures of Ming Rang's face like this on weekdays has nothing to do with him.
He admitted that Jiang Lian was indeed good-looking, and even the other party's appearance could be regarded as superior among all the trainees. However, no matter how good-looking a face is, after seeing it more times, it will naturally become immune.
Lin Ye danced the complete theme song dance in front of Jiang Lian. Jiang Lian only corrected two or three places for him to rush to shoot, and briefly reminded him that the dance frame needs to be expanded on the original basis. A little bit, to make the action more visually pleasing, but also to avoid excessive force.
I will not comment on the rest.
"You don't have a big problem with dancing, and your dancing foundation is not bad." Jiang Lian returned the music progress bar to the intro, "Have you memorized all the lyrics?"
Lin Ye was taken aback when he heard the words, "Remember."
Jiang Lian raised his chin towards him, "Now sing along with the accompaniment."
Lin Ye's expression was a little subtle, but she still sang the theme song as she said.
Lin Ye couldn't sing in the climax part, and her voice repeatedly wandered on the edge of breaking the sound. Jiang Lian pressed pause, raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Do you know where your biggest problem is?"
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Lin Ye's face, "Singing has always been my shortcoming."
"Narrow vocal range may be innate, but it's not impossible to widen it." Jiang Lian's voice was low and deep, and his eyes gradually became sharper on his face, "You can't dream of taking a shortcut in front of your tutor, you What I should think about is how to get rid of the problem of partial subjects. If you want to enter Class A, good singing and dancing are the basic conditions."
"Of course there is a second way." Jiang Lian paused, "You can still rely on fans. It's just fans." He smiled slightly, "Do you have any now?"
Lin Ye seemed to be frozen in place, with an ugly expression on her face.
Taking his face into his eyes, Jiang Lian raised the corners of his lips a little. He took out his phone to check the time, "I'm going back."
Lin Ye suddenly came back to her senses, and walked towards the door without saying a word.
Jiang Lian called him to a stop, and when Lin Ye turned around following the sound, he threw the things in his hand.
The thing drew a high arc in mid-air, and fell into Lin Ye's arms accurately, but it leaked from between his arms.
Lin Ye bent down to pick it up, only to see clearly that it was a key.
Jiang Lian walked past him and opened the door, "This small classroom is only for me. If you want to use it, you can come here by yourself."
Unexpectedly, Lin Ye stood by the door holding the key and was stunned for a moment. The next second he saw the white baseball cap abandoned in the corner, he suddenly came back to his senses, picked up the baseball cap and opened the door to chase outside.
However, he ran all the way out of the training building, and did not see Jiang Lian. Lin Ye took the hat and returned to the small classroom, panting and lay down on the floor in a large shape.
What happened throughout the night played back in front of his eyes like a movie, he simply closed his eyes, and conveniently covered Jiang Lian's baseball cap over his eyelids.
When Jiang Lian came back, Ming Rang was leaning on the sofa with his legs crossed and chatting with someone via video. From the corner of the eye, he saw Jiang Lian open the door and come in. He cut off the video in boredom, and said, "Are you back?"
Jiang Lian threw down the key and glanced at the phone in Ming Rang's hand, "Be careful, it's not a good thing to be exposed to having a close relationship with a female netizen during the recording of the program."
Ming Rang smiled nonchalantly, sat upright and looked him over, "What are you doing? Don't tell me that you've been in the practice room until now."
Jiang Lian opened the closet to change clothes, and answered casually, "It's the practice room."
"You helped Lin Ye pick up the dance?" Ming Rang looked suspicious, "Can you still rest assured that he told the election supervisor to report you for hiding your mobile phone?" He teased, "The election supervisor has the guts to detain you Don't you give me your mobile phone?"
"It's not because of this reason." Jiang Lian raised his lips and smiled, then took out a piece of chocolate from his pants pocket, and threw it to Ming Rang, "Do you want to eat chocolate?"
Ming Rang tore open the packaging bag, took a bite, and looked at him with a puzzled face, "Where did you get such a sweet sticky thing?"
Jiang Lian replied, "I got it from Lin Ye."
Ming Rang paused for a moment, and finally recollected it belatedly, and the playfulness in his eyes became even more serious, "Tell me, is it because the trainees have had close relationships with female netizens, and the gossip is more explosive, or is it because the trainees force other trainees to have sex with themselves? Gossip about inappropriate relationships is even more explosive?"
Jiang Lian was noncommittal, and the image of Lin Ye appeared in his mind. He thought about it for a while, and finally said lightly: "I don't like to force people. It's better if you like me."