Choose a day to become famous

Why can't people get along with each other in a less secular and utilitarian way?

Lu Yanhe was upset.

Recording a show with these people today was the most unforgettable night since he came to this world.

Lu Yanhe was a little unhappy, but when he went out and saw Li Zhibai and Yan Liang looking at him through the car window, all the unhappiness was swept away.

He trotted down the steps and got into the car.

"Why did you come to pick me up?" Lu Yanhe smiled, "You are such good friends."

Yan Liang said, "Li Zhibai said that you might not be able to get a taxi at night, so he came to pick you up."

Li Zhibai snorted and said, "It has nothing to do with me. Yan Liang has been asking why you haven't come back yet. If I don't come out, he will keep asking until who knows when. So I hurriedly dragged him over."

Lu Yanhe nodded solemnly, "Whatever you say, I am very touched. Thank you, two big brothers."

"Get lost." Li Zhibai sneered, "Let's go."

He released the handbrake, shifted gears, stepped on the accelerator, and drove onto the road.

It was really early in the morning.

The dark night was illuminated by the night lights of the city, as hazy as a mirage.

Lu Yanhe yawned, "I'm sleepy."

"Of course I'm sleepy. You only slept for a few hours yesterday and stayed up late today." Li Zhibai said, "Why don't you just take a day off tomorrow morning and have a good rest."

"I can't take it. It's September now. The college entrance examination is coming soon. The pressure is huge. I don't dare to take a day off."

"Are you really going to pass the college entrance examination and go to college?"

"Otherwise, why would I work hard every day?" Lu Yanhe sighed, "Isn't this the only way I can go?"

"You have received an invitation to record a program, so there should be more work here, right?" Yan Liang said.

"I don't have this hope. If the company really thinks I can become famous with this favorable wind, why would I record a program without a driver or an assistant, and have to do everything by myself?" Lu Yanhe chuckled, "I have to be rational and not daydream."

Yan Liang opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he really didn't know what to say in this situation. He hesitated for a moment and gave up and closed his mouth again.

"You're like a different person this month. What's going on? Were you really woken up by the drowning?"

"More or less."

"That's good. It was worth it." Li Zhibai nodded and praised.

"Haha."

Lu Yanhe closed his eyes and laughed.

He didn't know why, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of reality, a sense of reality about this world.

He sat in Li Zhibai's car and talked to the two of them, and he actually felt a little comfortable.

Both Li Zhibai and Yan Liang bypassed his vigilance and precautions against this world. He didn't know when he accepted it unconsciously.

So, he admitted with peace of mind that he was like a different person this month, no longer guilty and nervous, and smiled lightly.

"You two should work harder, don't get eliminated, I don't want to spend another three years to adapt to someone else being my roommate." Li Zhibai said.

Yan Liang: "I want to, too."

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Because of the hairspray and foundation, Lu Yanhe couldn't go to bed directly, he had to wash it clean before he could go to bed.

He was so sleepy that his eyelids felt heavy as if they were hanging lead blocks. He fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

That night, in his sleepy dream, he saw himself standing on the stage singing, singing easily and freely, not nervous at all, and completely enjoying the stage. The audience sang along with him, as if everyone could sing his songs.

He was immersed in this distorted dream bubble, and then he was attacked by a patter of rain.

The colorful stage was overlapped by mottled black shadows.

He woke up suddenly and sat up.

What time is it? !

Why hasn't the alarm clock rang yet? !

Lu Yanhe turned his head to look out the window. It was dark and the rain had really started.

I don't know what happened. It always rains in the morning recently.

He picked up his phone and looked at the time. It was just after six o'clock. There was still half an hour before the alarm clock rang.

He had originally set the alarm clock back half an hour from six o'clock, hoping to sleep a little longer. Unexpectedly, his biological clock had already been formed, and even if he stayed up so late, he would not be affected by waking up with a splitting headache like a hangover.

He staggered out of bed to wash his face and brush his teeth.

When he came out, he was seen by Yan Liang who came out of the room with dull eyes and a head like a chicken coop, and he received a heartfelt thumbs up.

"You are awesome." Yan Liang's throat was hoarse.

Lu Yanhe yawned and complained to himself: "You brought this upon yourself."

He wet his hair and tried to comb it a few times, and finally it was not so frizzy.

That's it.

Lu Yanhe went out with an umbrella.

Everything was normal.

He still took the bus to school. The recording of the show for the artists last night was over, and he was still the senior high school student who tried to avoid the morning rush hour every day.

When he thought that there was another show to be recorded tomorrow night, Lu Yanhe felt tired all over his body.

This was just one recording, and it was like a sledgehammer hitting him hard. If it continued for a long time, he felt that he would collapse.

But if the opportunity really comes, can he make a choice?

At this time, rationality is always difficult to overcome his greed of wanting to have both fish and bear's paw.

Because these opportunities have not reached the point where he can give them up without feeling sad or regretful.

I can only say that fortunately tomorrow's program is a workplace observation program. There is no rehearsal, and he does not need to record for a long time. It will be recorded in the afternoon and finished at six or seven in the evening. The whole process only requires watching some clips of ordinary people's workplace survival in the studio, reacting, and expressing some thoughts. It is relatively simple.

If it is still a program that requires advance preparation and rehearsal, he really doesn't know how to do it.

When he arrived at school, Lu Yanhe took out his English notebook, went through the knowledge points and new vocabulary sorted out in the past two days, and reviewed the geography and climate knowledge points sorted out before.

There is a very obvious feature of liberal arts. These knowledge points must be reviewed over and over again. Otherwise, he, who has no previous accumulation, will memorize them that night and forget them the next day. He did not really understand them. It was pure rote memorization.

Or what Helan told him in the live broadcast room, these points in the three subjects of liberal arts must be read, memorized, and understood over and over again, and those things will slowly build a logical framework.

Many science students think that liberal arts are illogical, and Lu Yanhe had the same impression before. But if you really want to get a high score, you actually have to understand the logic.

For example, the main reasons for the demise of each dynasty, why are they the main reasons, and why are the main reasons for the demise of each dynasty different, and how did the differences come about? Why are there these differences, and what are the economic, political, and cultural factors that form these differences?

Lu Yanhe sorted and pondered while he was sorting, and slowly felt some interesting places, no longer a simple, boring historical record.