I don’t want to be an idol when I’m reborn

"Now welcome Team B to bring "Meteor Garden"!"

Jiang Chuwei and his party of six came on stage.

"Daoming Si" and the other four people walked over with shuffling steps. Just now, under Jiang Chuwei's strong opposition, they finally agreed to let "Daoming Temple" go to the front.

Jiang Chuwei took a few steps back and fell to the ground. She was like a frightened bird. She pulled her sleeve with her right hand to clean "Daoming Temple"'s shoes.

"Hey! What are you wiping!"

"Mei Zuo" stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Chuwei's hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Jiang Chu trembled slightly and fell into a sitting position.

"Daoming Si" lowered his head and sneered, "You stepped on me. If you stepped on another student, would you apologize?"

Jiang Chu sighed slightly and wiped "Daoming Si's" shoes while saying, "I'm sorry."

"Daoming Si" stood up: "If an apology is useful, why do we need the police?"

Um? Ning Xinyuan is from Jilin. She just remembered "what to do" for a long time, but when she opened her mouth, she still said "what to do".

"Ximen" stepped forward and said: "How to deal with it, boss."

As soon as this sentence came out, the members below laughed, why did F4 become a gangster?

The freedom of expression was too high, and the scripts of these people were completely out of control.

Jiang Chuwei stood up and bowed slightly: "I know that starting from tomorrow, I will not appear in this school."

Then she bent over and ran out, bumped into the trash can, and fell to the ground again. She was a little embarrassed and ran out again without paying attention to the spilled trash can.

At this point, Jiang Chuwei's role is over. Fortunately, the script they modified does not require his participation.

At this time, "Shan Cai" stopped "Daoming Si" and shouted loudly: "Hey! Isn't it just a pair of leather shoes?"

"Beautiful work": "Isn't it just a pair of leather shoes? These are handmade by famous Italian craftsmen!"

"Ximen": "How about you buy another pair for the boss?"

"Daoming Temple": "Don't get along with this woman. Let's go."

"Shan Cai" refused to give in, "Daoming Si" simply kicked the can aside, and the four of them took a detour from the side.

"you!"

"Shan Cai" waved her fist and ran to pick up the can.

"Huaze Lei" turned around, took model steps, and picked up the can.

"Be careful of tripping people."

"Huazelei" walked over again, lifted the trash can, and threw the can in.

"Do you have wipes?"

"Huazelei" asked "Shancai", and the members in the audience were stunned.

"Shan Cai" took out a wet wipe from his pocket and handed it to "Hua Zelei".

"Thank you." Hua Zelei turned back to the other three people.

Well, how should I put it, it is quite different from the original play, and more importantly, it is different from the script given by the teacher. These people made up a few lines themselves in order to add to the drama, which is really a bit embarrassing.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Wenhui took the lead in clapping and praising: "Good!"

She admired these children's adaptations, although they were still too immature. At the same time, she also noticed Jiang Chuwei.

It's obviously his first time acting. I just looked through the member list and found that, based on his major, this kid should be the most suitable among the five scripts today as "Li Dazui". And the male teacher she played who said "yes" to "power" was very vivid and vivid.

Is it because he is talented and intelligent? What does he look like in acting?

The performances of the five groups have ended, and Zhang Wenhui checked a few names on the member list. Perhaps, next time a crew asks her to recommend actors, she can help these girls.

"get out of class is over!"

What I watched today was the video of Team J's performance. Jiang Chuwei was holding a cheering stick to show off her intentions. After all, she didn't do this, so she could just do whatever she wanted.

Li Shuqin is still excited. Who said she can only like Jiang Shuyi!

She also likes Chai Jiashan, the core figure of Team J.

This kid is a fan of Top members. To use the vocabulary of 2022, he has "Top cancer" and he will not eat if he is not a Top member.

On October 10th, today’s vocal and dance classes were as usual. In the afternoon, the performance class teacher went to take care of the children in his own training class, so they were free.

The group in the first military training class had already agreed to go straight to the five-star hotel after class in the morning and eat the buffet.

Jiang Chuwei is actually not interested. She has eaten these dishes many times. But she suddenly remembered something. If nothing else happened, after finishing this meal, when she went out, she would see a group photo of herself with thumbs up and wearing a chef's hat.

At this moment, she remembered someone, Zhang Xiaoxiao, the daughter of the hotel owner. Please, sister Xiaoxiao, we can probably solve this matter.

However, she had no contact information... She kept digging through the memories in her mind, and finally, she remembered that she had saved a phone number of everyone in the company, including Mr. Zhang's phone number.

Forget it, let’s treat a dead horse as a live doctor.

"You guys go first, I'll take a taxi there later." Jiang Chuwei slipped back to the dormitory.

The remaining nine people called three taxis.

Jiang Chuwei locked the door and did some psychological work on himself.

"Hello~ Hello, is this Uncle Zhang?"

She imitated Zhang Xiaoxiao's classmates with clip sounds, which made her vomit.

"Ah, who are you?" Mr. Zhang over there was urging his two children to hurry up. He wanted to send them to make up lessons.

"I am Xiaoxiao's classmate."

"Oh, okay, I'll call her!" Mr. Zhang shouted upstairs, "Zhang Xiaoxiao! Come here and answer the phone!"

"Who is it?" Zhang Xiaoxiao just secretly took a popsicle from the refrigerator and planned to finish it quickly, but had no choice but to stuff it into her brother's hand, "I'm giving you an advantage!"

Zhang Xiaoxiao took the phone from his father: "Hello?"

"I am your sister Chu Wei. Speak in a lower voice."

Zhang Xiaoxiao quickly moved to the restaurant and lowered his voice: "Sister Chu Wei, why did you remember to call me?"

"Do you still remember that big photo hanging in the restaurant?"

"Well, remember, which one did you compare your hands to?"

"Remove it as quickly as possible."

"Ah?" Zhang Xiaoxiao was surprised, "What's the matter?"

"I'm here to be an idol at CD Girls. My colleagues are going to the hotel for dinner soon."

"Ah?" Zhang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but raise his voice.

"What's wrong, Xiaoxiao?" Mr. Zhang heard the sound and wanted to come over.

"Ah, it's okay, Dad, our math teacher left five more homework assignments. I can't go to the cram school."

"Why is this like this!" Mr. Zhang could only go upstairs to urge his son, "Then I will take your brother."

"Sister Chu Wei, don't worry, I'll pick it up now." Zhang Xiaoxiao put her phone on the table, picked up her phone, took a photo of the phone number, closed the toilet door on the first floor, and pretended to be on the floor. He pretended to be in the toilet, and then rushed out quickly.

Mr. Zhang took his son downstairs. When he saw the mobile phone on the table and the toilet door closed, he thought Zhang Xiaoxiao had gone to the toilet.

"Xiaoxiao, do your homework at home. I'll send your brother to tutor."

Zhang Xiaoxiao had already taken a taxi and headed straight to the hotel. Her home is only 10 minutes away from the hotel, and it takes half an hour for Jiang Chuwei's colleagues to get there, so they can make it in time.

Zhang Xiaoxiao ran so hard that she stopped the lobby manager.

"Sister Xiaoxing!"

"Xiaoxiao, why are you so anxious?"

"Come with me to pick a picture!"

Bei Xiaoxing stepped on the stool and picked it off. Although she didn't understand why Zhang Xiaoxiao did this, what the boss's daughter said was correct.

At this moment, a group of nine people walked in. Zhang Xiaoxiao had been hanging out in Tieba all year round and recognized several prospective members at a glance.