Zeng Ang shivered and huddled in the new apartment that the company arranged for him. He said it was an apartment, but it was actually a dormitory for the trainees. Although it was clean, compared with Zhou Yuhe before, it could only be used here. humble to describe.
Moreover, it will remind him of the dark days when he was waiting for his debut.
He looked at his right hand, and the more he looked, the more his heart sank. He took the reading lamp beside him and wanted to smash it on his hand.
But - he didn't dare.
He threw away the reading light in a grievance and slammed his fist against the wall.
Make you cheap! Make you cheap!
Zeng Ang and Zhou Yuhe had been together for so long, they thought they knew each other absolutely, so they dared to take revenge on him with such a self-defeating method, but who would have thought that they would shoot themselves in the foot!
Since that incident has passed, he has not been in contact with Yang Yu for a long time. He has no job, no schedule, and the snowy days make him feel deep fear!
click-
The door was opened, and a group of enthusiastic teenagers squeezed into the dormitory in groups of three or five. When they saw a bag bulging up on the quilt on the upper bunk on the right, Bai Shu, a trainee who had been suppressed by Zeng Ang, couldn't help but sneer: "Some people fight. If the villain is in power, if you don't cherish feathers, you don't know how deep the entertainment industry is. Today the audience likes you, so let's make you popular. Tomorrow the audience hates you, you're a street rat! So Mr. Xu is right, we have to do Artists must be cautious in their words and deeds, otherwise, like some people, it is more than a year since their debut, and they are still crowded with trainees, which is shameful."
"It is", "it is".
The echoing voices came one after another.
Zeng Ang lifted the quilt angrily, "What the hell did you say!"
Bai Shu has also been suppressed by Zeng Ang for a long time. How could he show weakness in the face of such an opportunity, he shouted loudly, "Just say what's wrong with you!"
Zeng Ang looked at the number of people in the other party, and he was timid.
He used all the muscles on his face, squeezed out a big "suffering", climbed out of bed, hit Bai Shu and wanted to run away, but Bai Shu grabbed him at this moment.
Bai Shu smiled grimly: "Brother Zeng, you didn't educate us when you were popular."
Zeng Ang's face was pale: "What are you going to do? Don't forget that you haven't debuted yet, don't, don't mess around..."
Bai Shu: "Didn't you tell us? The entertainment industry needs to speak on the basis of strength and identity. Compared with us, a hidden artist, who do you think the company will protect?"
He gave a wink to the teenagers around him, and the others surrounded Zeng Ang very discerningly.
"what--!"
Screams could be heard faintly from the gap of the tightly closed door.