The purchase ratio has not been reached
Those who can survive to the end have experienced rigorous training that others can't imagine. But as in many fields, on the path of dance and vocals, diligence can only improve the bottom line. What really determines the upper limit is the talent that cannot be changed by manpower.
There is no doubt about An Xumo's hard work, but most of the evaluations he has received are due to his talent.
An Xumo is like a bright pearl. At this time, the clam shell has not faded, but people with discerning eyes have already seen the light on him.
The practice areas of Jindian are grouped together, and several dance studios are on the same floor. An Xumo thanked the teacher, and after taking a brief shower, he left the dance studio while thinking about what to eat for dinner. There were other trainees who had finished their classes in the corridor. An Xumo was walking alone when the cell phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly. He reached out and found that it was his personal cell phone.
An Xumo was taken aback by the name on the screen, and he stopped involuntarily. After rubbing his palm on his pants twice, An Xumo raised his hand and carefully opened the call.
"Hey… ?"
Before the voice from the opposite side came, An Xumo was suddenly hit by a force from behind. He staggered and managed to hold on to the side door so as not to fall. An Xumo turned his head in surprise, but the people behind pushed him directly into the next room.
"Well… !"
With a "touch", An Xumo slammed down on the wooden floor, he was suffocated in pain | snorted, the phone in his hand slipped out and landed half a meter away from him.
"Yo, why did our big star fall down and walk so carelessly."
An obviously mocking voice sounded, and An Xumo, who sat up with his arms supported, looked up: "... Lu Yingtu?"
A total of seven people followed in, and the last one even closed the door of this idle dance studio with his backhand. An Xumo took a glance and found that these people were the trainees who were waiting for Han Ming in the hall that day.
Lu Yingtu smiled "haha": "I didn't expect that the big star still remembers my name. I'm really flattered."
An Xumo was a little confused, so he asked, "What's the matter?"
Lu Yingtu spat, and said with a sneer: "What kind of pretense are you pretending? Bai Lianhua is pretty good at it. Tell me about yourself, what kind of dance do you practice, why don't you just go and act?"
Someone behind him echoed: "That's right, it's fine to grab once, but you have to take advantage of it twice, and you always look innocent. You also used this trick in front of Han Ming, right?"
Standing next to him was the brown-haired boy from before, and he clapped his hands: "That's it, don't talk nonsense with him, just give him a good beating to let him out."
The few people standing behind heard the words and immediately pulled out several arm-long clubs from under the cushions in the corner. They obviously planned for a long time, and the location and tools were already prepared. An Xumo wanted to stand up from the ground, but Lu Yingtu kicked him in his chest. The friction between his body and the wooden floor made a piercing sound, which made his ears even more frightened.
But this kind of movement can be called pleasant to the other seven people in the house. Each of them took a club and surrounded An Xumo directly in the middle.
Lu Yingtu had already raised the club first, but just as the thick|long stick was about to fall, there was a loud "crash" in the room.
"Who?!"
The few people who were startled hurriedly looked around, but there was no one else in the dance room. They looked around nervously before someone shouted: "There!"
I saw that the mobile phone that fell not far away was still on, and the screen displayed a bright call. When he was thrown out just now, the loudspeaker button was accidentally touched so that the sound in the room was completely included in the phone, and a deep male voice was also amplified and transmitted.
"who are you?"
The sound of the loudspeaker was unavoidably distorted. The brown-haired boy who was closest bent down to pick up the phone, and saw the word "brother" displayed on the screen.
The situation of An Xumo is also well-known among the trainees. Before, the trainees conducted closed training in a training center in the suburbs. Because of the remote location, every time they finally got a vacation, other people would have their parents and friends to come. pick up. Only An Xumo himself, no one has ever come to pick him up.
He doesn't even go home, he just stays in the training camp and spends the whole vacation by himself.
In this situation, no one would believe how much An Xumo's family cared about him. As for this brother who came out of nowhere, he did not pose any threat to them. How capable is a relative of a trainee, if this person is good, An Xumo shouldn't be a trainee here long ago.
Lu Yingtu laughed, and said in a slow tone to the phone in the brown-haired boy's hand: "Brother, we are Xiaoan's good friends. Isn't this just for exchanging feelings, so you don't have to worry about it ,what."
Several other people laughed, and deliberately echoed: "That's right."
"Let's exchange feelings~"
Their laughter hadn't stopped yet, but An Xumo, who hadn't reacted at all, suddenly rushed over from his kneeling position. He charged up and punched Lu Yingtu hard in the face!
"what!!"
Lu Yingtu was caught off guard, and couldn't help but let out a cry of pain. He covered his swollen face with embarrassment and gritted his teeth, shouting: "You fucking dare to hit me?! I can't beat you to death!" , beat him up!"
Everyone who was startled reacted under Lu Yingtu's yell, and quickly raised the clubs in their hands again. An Xumo was already on the thin side, tired for a day and didn't eat enough, and didn't know how to fight even if he didn't have enough strength. The punch just now was only successful when he took advantage of his unpreparedness. At this time, he was surrounded by six or seven people of the same age, and he had no strength to fight back at all.
The club with the sound of breaking through the air slammed down on the thin back, An Xumo grunted in pain, and was about to grit his teeth to swallow the pain, but heard a loud "bang" not far away.
This time it wasn't the voice coming from the loudspeaker of the mobile phone. The door of the dance room was pushed open. The person standing at the door saw the situation inside the room and shouted sharply: "What are you doing!"
The seven people who were still holding clubs panicked when they saw who was coming: "Chen, sister Chen..."
Standing at the door was none other than Chen Li, the agent who was in charge of their eleven trainees. Unlike Tang Tang, Chen Li's temper is notoriously fiery, and the trainees under her are all in awe of her because they are all people who have not yet debuted. Even Lu Yingtu and the others, who were accustomed to flattery and flattery, did not dare to speak loudly in front of Chen Li.
Chen Li, who was dressed in a professional dress, stepped on high heels and walked into the dance room. The sound of "da" and "da" footsteps made the faces of several people paler and paler. What made them even more frightened was that there was a person behind Chen Li , he also walked in, his tall figure was very familiar—
It turned out to be Han Ming who they were talking about just now!
"Don't let me put down the stick!" Chen Li yelled angrily, and after the seven people retreated into a row tremblingly, she let go of her right hand covering the mobile phone, and said in a very gentle tone: "Hey, Xin Director, I've already come, hey, yes, yes, don't worry, I will definitely deal with this matter seriously."
The few trainees hadn't reacted from the shock of seeing Han Ming, but they were startled again by Chen Li's uncharacteristically respectful tone. After they realized what Chen Li said, they couldn't even stand still.
Director Xin, Xin, how many directors in Jindian have the surname Xin
They were still clinging to the last sliver of fantasy, but Chen Li had already said to the other side: "Director Xin, I have to trouble you and brother Zhou to speak kindly about this matter, I will definitely..."
Before she finished speaking, it seemed that someone had changed over there, and Chen Li's tone immediately became more respectful: "Brother Zhou, hey, are you with Director Xin? Yes, I'm Chen Li, don't worry, I will definitely handle it properly..."
Apart from Chen Li's voice, there was no movement in the room. The seven trainees looked at Chen Li who was nodding in disbelief. Han Ming at the door also followed in. He walked up to An Xumo who was kneeling on the ground, and stretched out his hand to pull him up.
"Are you OK?"
Adolescent boys always have a good appetite, and half-grown boys eat poor old boys. They are just the time to grow up. But An Xumo's hunger began when he was seven years old. Ten years later, his habits have not changed much.
It turned out that when he was at Zhou's house, it was good to say that although no one wanted to see him, there was always something to eat in the kitchen. An Xu always dined with Zhou Yunlin and his wife, and he ate by himself, no one cared how much he ate. The school also charges a uniform fee for meals. Even if you don’t have enough to eat, you can still go to the kitchen when you come back at night.
But being a trainee is different. Every meal is fixed and rationed, and they are all low-calorie things. Even energy drinks have to be bought extra. An Xumo was very hungry. He never left any of the drinks that others despise as bitter gourd water. If he thought the chicken breast was not tasty, he would eat it with carrots on the plate, but these were not enough. You can only go to the convenience store to buy cheap bread to eat.
An Xumo also ate compressed biscuits for a while, the cheapest original one. He couldn't care about the taste, he just wanted to be full, but after eating for a long time, his mouth became dry and angry, so he changed to another choice.
The closest time I had a meal was at the chaotic birthday banquet. An Xumo has always been insensitive to the eyes of the people around him, but Zhou Jinchen was among the people present at that time, and he was even looked at impatiently by the other party. After watching it again, An Xumo didn't eat much in the end as he left early in a daze.
But for An Xumo, the hunger that follows him everywhere is something he has long been used to. He has many ways to suppress his hunger, biting the tip of his tongue, training to divert his attention, and secretly looking at Zhou Jinchen's photo while eating.
Now Zhou Jinshen's real person is sitting opposite him, and An Xumo feels that his always empty stomach has been soothed well before he eats.
An Xumo went to the dining area with the waiter who led the way. The decoration of this cafeteria is very luxurious, and he even booked two floors of the venue in one fell swoop. The barbecue on the second floor can be ordered for delivery, so An Xumo walked around on the first floor first. The seafood area of the restaurant is divided into four or five long rows of dining tables in Japanese, French, and Chinese styles, and the cooking area has even richer dishes. An Xumo took as he walked, and soon filled the entire dining car.
The waiter helped push the dining cart to the private room, and the small and exquisite dinner plates filled most of the tables. It was not convenient for Zhou Jinshen to show up, so he asked An Xumo to choose a portion for two people, but judging from the current portion size, it is estimated that there is still some leftover for two people.
After the waiter left, the two began to eat quietly. Zhou Jinshen originally planned to tell the other party about participating in the variety show after eating, but after a while, he couldn't help frowning.
Zhou Jinshen is not slow to eat, he has a normal appetite, and because of his fitness routine, he has not deliberately gone on a diet. But when he was half full, An Xumo, who seemed to have slender arms and legs, had already eaten twice as much as he had eaten, and his eating speed had not slowed down.