After being killed by the author who wrote fanfiction [Korean Entertainment]

Well, to be an artist, to be a senior, to be a person is the same.

What kind of attitude should be used to whom, and the sense of proportion is just right.

The process of taking Jin Meizhu back to the dormitory after sleeping was a bit difficult, but fortunately, the taxi went smoothly.

"Tsk," because Jin Meizhu is slightly taller than Jian Wuyu, and Jian Wuyu had some difficulty pushing her into the taxi, she held Jin Meizhu's ankle and stuffed her leg in, and said casually , "It's useless to have such long legs, just cut them off."

"No! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo here He said vaguely, "Why do you have to blame me..."

Jian Wuyu glanced at her—she was still drunk, so she said perfunctorily, "I don't blame you."

"If you want to blame it, you have to blame my parents, who made me so tall and look so good—" Jin Meizhu burst into tears, sniffing her nose on Jian Wuyu's shoulder, "I don't want to either... ..."

The uncle driver in front couldn't help turning his head and cast a strange look—what a confident girl she is, to say such a thing.

Jian Wuyu smiled apologetically at the driver, and took off the peaked cap to cover Jin Meizhu's face, but the child was still muttering, some people would go crazy when drunk, some would fall asleep when drunk I can't wake up, Kim Mi Joo is a combination of the two - she fell asleep and then started to attack: "Why can't I be like Baekhyun--"

"Do you know, you don't know... Baekhyun, senior, I—many of our trainees admire him, he is really, hiccup, really—too powerful..."

Seeing that she was holding her peaked cap with the tip of her nose, Jian Wuyu probably felt that she was not breathing well, so she reached out to take it off for her, and asked her, "What do you mean?"

"You—don't you understand?" Jin Meizhu pointed at the tip of Jian Wuyu's nose, shaking her whole body, "Where is Senior Bian Baekhyun, he, hiccup, he, the company can arrange a job he likes for him. I will accept it, and I will accept it if I don’t like it, as long as it is suitable, I will do it, and I—”

She patted her own flat chest, maybe because of this she became more sad, and howled even louder: "As for me, I can't stand it, even if I look good, even if I'm suitable, I don't want to be an artist."

Jian Wuyu looked away indifferently: This child has started.

"But, obviously, he is going to be a singer—why did Senior Byun Baekhyun go to variety shows and TV dramas, why do fans become whatever they like..." Jin Meizhu looked like a tree bag Hugging Jian Wuyu's arms like a bear, he choked, "It's really annoying...I don't want to be like this..."

Jian Wuyu was a little annoyed by her tears and scalding her face, she twitched her arms - but was hugged even tighter, so she let her cry.

The uncle driver listened to the conversation the whole time. He didn't see the identities of the two of them, so he interjected in the middle of the conversation: "The little girl is young, and she is so serious about chasing stars. He doesn't want to make money. You don't like him." How to make money."

This uncle is a sensible person, but he is a bit off topic.

Jin Meizhu cried even harder, and beat the seat while crying: "It's not about making money, uncle! It's a dream, a dream! If I become an artist because it suits me, others won't say I'm a waste of my face In life, my parents won't scold me...but I can't do it—you don't understand me, I'm really mad..."

I guess I was really angry. I don’t know where the Korean dialects came out.

The driver saw the situation in the back row from the rearview mirror of the car, and said anxiously: "Oh, it's okay, you are right to you, don't hit me, it's really going to break you."

There were so many tears in Jin Meizhu, half of Jian Wuyu's shoulders were wet - it was all from this person's tears, it seemed that all the wine he drank was secreted from the lacrimal glands.

She sighed, put her fingers against Jin Mizhu's forehead to pull the man's face away, and said, "Bian Baekhyun is different from you."

Jin Meizhu was very stubborn: "Same."

Jian Wuyu clicked his tongue impatiently, took a breath and said, "OK, listen well, for example, if you want to become a nurse, you have to act in a TV series, will you act in it?"

Jin Meizhu rolled her eyes stupidly and struggled to digest this passage, and then thought about it slowly for a while, until Jian Wuyu completely lost her patience before she shook her head and nodded.

"In the same way, Baekhyun is doing what you think is 'appropriate' for his goal—although we don't know what it is, and you can't figure it out," Jian Wuyu patted Jin Meizhu With a calm voice, "And the so-called appropriate things your parents asked you to do, you know very well that they have nothing to do with your goals."

"This is the difference between Baekhyun and you."

Jin Meizhu was stunned for a long time, her beautiful fair little face showed a kind of bewildered expression like she didn't understand and she seemed to have lost something.

"An Yan, how do you know Senior Baekhyun so well..."

After saying this sentence, Jin Meizhu fell headlong on Jian Wuyu's lap.

Feeling the moist heat from her thighs, Jian Wuyu closed her eyes, looked up at the roof of the car, and let out a long breath from her chest calmly.

She knows shit.

The driver's ears finally cleared up. He looked at the red light ahead, pulled the brakes and saw a girl nestled in the arms of another girl in the rearview mirror. He laughed, "You two have such a good relationship."

Jian Wuyu didn't know how much Jin Meizhu listened to what she said when she was drunk that night. Anyway, after that night, Jin Meizhu never discussed with her again the profound relationship between dreams and reality like "do what is right or what you want to do". topic.

But it's time for minors who have entered legal "adulthood" to think about it.

After three or four days of calm, the teacher informed that the results of the month-end assessment would be announced in the afternoon.The end-of-month assessment results have always been handed over to the trainees under their own management by the assistant in charge of the life of the trainees.

The life assistant arrived as scheduled, persuaded a wave of trainees to leave, came to Jian Wuyu's dormitory and gently asked the senior in class B of the dance department who had been a trainee for three years to leave.

The senior's eyes turned red, probably out of self-esteem, he didn't want to cry in front of people, but he just packed his luggage without saying a word, and the soft rustling sound provoked people's nerves.

The atmosphere is heavy.

Last night, Jin Meizhu said goodbye to Jian Wuyu solemnly. She packed her bags this morning and waited to be called out, but no, the life assistant handed her the report card and left.

Jian Wuyu was promoted from basic C class to B class in the dance department, and Jin Meizhu—unbelievable—she reached the basic C class, and her individual lessons increased significantly, especially the vocal music class.

Jin Meizhu sat blankly on the packed luggage, and Jian Wuyu confirmed with her with the report card: "During the assessment, you forgot a paragraph, right?"

"That's right—" Jin Meizhu pulled her hair in disbelief, but she was afraid of irritating the senior in the room, so she gritted her teeth and said in a low voice, "Is SM crazy?"

Those who wanted to leave didn't leave, and those who didn't want to leave left. This is also SM.

"It's okay," Jian Wuyu handed back the report card to Jin Meizhu, and said calmly, "The three-month trainee contract you signed is about to expire, and you can choose not to renew it, so you can still achieve your goal. Although your parents You'll be angry, but it's not your parents who signed it, it's you. The decision is yours."

That's what she said, but Jin Meizhu didn't answer.

The life of SM trainees is very busy, there is no such thing as a holiday, and there are too many things to adapt to when they are assigned to a new class. Jian Wuyu has a few more personal lessons to deal with, and is on the go all day.

Jin Meizhu was still heartless, and she was still a chatterbox when eating with Jian Wuyu and practicing independently, but she never mentioned about the termination of the contract and going home.

An Yan's parents are very concerned about their daughter. They are very relieved to see that she has recovered recently, and she has more contacts with her former friends. Everything has returned to the original track of An Yan's life.

However, listening to the encouragement and expectations of her parents and friends, Jian Wuyu would always be silent for a moment, although she would immediately return to normal.

An Yan was dead, but they didn't know it.

If An Yan does not choose to commit suicide, her future life can actually be very beautiful. As long as she is alive, people have unlimited possibilities.

However, in the infinite reincarnation, Jian Wuyu no longer sighed.

Except for the fact that the murderer of Jin Zhiyan who shot himself was unknown, the progress of the police was at a standstill, and no new news could be obtained from Jin Meizhu, Jian Wuyu basically had nothing to worry about.

Until Li Yongzhe questioned her with a sneer while holding a stack of photos, Jian Wuyu forgot that she still had a lingering ex-boyfriend.

"You want to break up with me because you cheated?"

Jian Wuyu kept walking: "Save this question for yourself."

"An Yan, stop!" Li Yongzhe's exasperated voice echoed in the corridor, "The photos are all out, you still don't admit it?!"

Jian Wuyu stopped and turned around.

Li Yongzhe sneered, and waved his hand arrogantly. The colorful photos flew up and down all over the sky, which was very spectacular.

Jian Wuyu didn't even blink her eyes, and let the photos brush her shoulders expressionlessly. She reached out and picked one at random, and the picture on it was frozen in a colorful and noisy night.

The mist in the bright burning hotel gave the picture a distorted texture, but her side face was clearly outlined, and she was a step away from the man in black. She didn't smile, but looked at each other.

Jian Wuyu rubbed his chin, and was a little choked for a while, which made the pride on Li Yongzhe's face even more obvious - after all, he was just a 19-year-old boy, and he couldn't manage his expressions well in private.

Jian Wuyu finally raised his head, his tone was affirmative