Small tear bag [entertainment circle]
Chapter 75
Alpha-specific inhibitors do exist, but they are not necessary for daily use like omega.It is not surprising that Cen Yi didn't understand, and he asked bluntly out of curiosity.
Song Ziang thought that he had seen something, and there were more mistakes in the panic, "It's not really... It's actually a painkiller prescribed by the doctor."
"It turns out that injections are needed! I thought the painkillers you mentioned were oral ones."
"Oh... the oral medicine takes effect too slowly."
Cen Yi was half-pushed out of the bathroom and returned to the practice room together. On the way, he was still worried, "What kind of painkiller injection is it? Is it unsafe to inject yourself? Or let the doctor help in the future. The medical room is away It's not too far, we can wait for you."
"It's very common to close the needle if you don't need it. I can do it myself."
Before entering the door, Song Ziang asked him extra, "Can you not tell Qi Ran and the others what happened just now?"
"I'm just... afraid that they will object to my going on stage because they are worried about me."
"How come, everyone has agreed."
Cen Yi intuitively felt that his reaction was a little strange.But thinking that maybe the performance was approaching, he was too eager for the stage to be more sensitive, so he also agreed to him, "Then I just don't tell them."
They didn't rehearse for a long time that night. At the end, they set a meeting time in the morning. After cheering each other up, they disbanded and went back to rest.
When Cen Yi and Zhao Xing went back to the dormitory, they met Wan Di on the way, and went back to talk about the progress of the rehearsal together.
"It went smoothly, and everyone cooperated very well. But there was also a small episode tonight. Yuyu's finger tenosynovitis flared up and went to the doctor. The rehearsal started late at night, so it didn't end until now."
Wan Di smiled and said, "In normal times, we're all lying in bed and falling asleep at this point."
"It's okay, he." Zhao Xingxing felt miraculous, "Aren't you in the vocal group? How could he break his hand?"
"He has been practicing the piano a lot recently, probably because he uses his hands too often. It may also be related to his physique."
Wan Di shook his head, "Fortunately, we don't have too many dance moves. The doctor said that if we are afraid of affecting our performance, we can take an injection of sealing relief. At that time, we can change the microphone in the other hand or wear a headset. It's not a big problem. .”
"What exactly is a sealing needle?"
Hearing this term again, Cen Yi asked curiously, "Is it used to relieve pain?"
"Well, it's just an injury, arthritis, overwork and so on can be played." Wan Di helped him popularize his knowledge, "I used to watch sports channels with my dad all the time, and when athletes went into battle with injuries, they often played closed games." .”
"Then can you inject the blocking injection yourself?" He took the opportunity to ask the doubt in his heart, "It's like using an inhibitor injection?"
"I'm afraid it won't work."
The closed needle needs to be strictly sterilized when used, and it should be injected to the local tender point on the basis of understanding the injury. Theoretically, it must be operated by a doctor carefully.
Hearing so many questions from him, Wan Di also became concerned, "Is there any pain in your mind? The medicine can't be used indiscriminately, you have to see a doctor before you can make a diagnosis."
"That's not true, I'm just asking." Cen Yi hesitated for a moment, then repeated his confirmation, "You just said that the sealing needle is to be injected into the painful area, is it... where is the pain?"
"correct."
Wan Di connected with the recent events in his mind, and seemed to understand why he asked these things, "I heard that a member of your team was injured. Is he going to be locked up? That's a normal treatment, don't worry."
Cen Yi nodded hesitantly.
In my memory, I bumped into the bathroom by mistake, and what I saw was Song Ziang hastily putting down his rolled up sleeves.
But he obviously hurt his ankle.
strangeness.
When I returned to the dormitory, I was still thinking about it, but I had promised to keep it a secret, and there were friends in the same group in the dormitory, so Cen Yi couldn’t discuss it with Zhao Xingxing anymore, so he had to wash up and go to bed depressed, and played routinely before going to bed. Mobile phone for a while.
A message popped up in WeChat.
[Shen Wenji: Is the rehearsal over? 】
It turned out to be a WeChat message from Teacher Shen.
Cen Yi answered honestly, already going back to the dormitory to go to sleep.
【Shen Wenji: Good】
[Shen Wenji: Then what will you drink tomorrow? 】
...What will we drink tomorrow?
Before Cen Yi could react, another message popped up in the dialog box.
[Shen Wenji: I'll just drink black tea]
[Cen Yi:? 】
【Cen Yi: [Emoji Pack]】
[Cen Yi: If you want to drink, buy it yourself! 】
[WeChat red envelope: Gong Xi Fa Cai, good luck! 】
[Shen Wenji: Just the same as tonight's]
"..."
weird.
Cen Yi disliked it, but at the same time, he couldn't help laughing because he vaguely sensed some awkward intentions.
What black tea.
He wants to see me.
Since they talked alone that night, not only did the two of them see each other less, but they didn't chat much online.It is convenient to be busy with work, but it is also because there is no opportunity.
Although I have chatted in front of the supermarket tonight, as long as I want to chat, there is always something to say.Not to mention that I happened to have something on my mind at this time.Cen thought that since he couldn't discuss with his teammates, it should be okay to ask Shen Wenji for his opinion.
But before he sent a message, a phone call came in without warning.
Cen Yi was startled, and subconsciously thought it was Shen Wenji, but after a closer look, he found out that it was Wan Di.Surprised to connect, the other person lowered his voice like an undercover connection, "Yiyi, let me ask you something."
This tone made Cen Yi nervous, "Yes, you say."
"We were chatting together when we got back to the dormitory just now. The injured person in your group... His name is Song Ziang, right?"
"Yes."
"Yu Yu said that he talked about Song Ziang when he chatted with the doctor at night, and the news he got was that he did not apply for closed treatment."
Wan Di said, "The doctor's suggestion was to suspend him to avoid secondary injuries. It sounds serious. But you rehearsed together again today? How did he do it?"
The doubts in Cen Yi's heart were finally confirmed, "I... can't figure it out either."
He had never suffered this kind of injury, and he didn't know what medicine to use, but the logical relationship was still clear.
"Isn't the sealing needle a treatment? It should be very common. You said that many people will use it." Cen Yi said, but he seemed reluctant to let others know. "
Wan Di was silent for a while, "You only know that he gave himself an injection, but you haven't seen what kind of needle it is, right?"
"Ah."
"Then if he didn't get the blocking injection...Yiyi."
Wan Di's voice became serious, "We may have to inform the program crew about this."
In the early hours of the morning, Cen Yi, wearing pajamas and slippers, stood in front of an unfamiliar dormitory and knocked on the door.
The person who opened the door had a familiar yet unfamiliar face, and he was a little surprised to see him, "Cen Yi?"
Because I haven't had much contact with each other, I have seen it many times, but I can't remember the name. Cen Yi smiled cautiously, "Hello, I'm here to find Song Ziang. Is he asleep?"
"Well... not yet." The old friend who poked his head out shouted into the house, "Pine nuts! Cen Yi is looking for you!"
"Yiyi? Why are you here so late?" Song Ziang also looked surprised.
"I have something to ask you." Cen Yi said seriously, "Do you know what a stimulant is?"
"..."
Song Ziang's expression changed, he stepped out of the dormitory and closed the door behind him, lowering his voice, "Let's go out and talk."
Seeing his reaction like this, Cen Yi's uncertain heart instantly cooled down.
According to Wan Di's guess, the worst case scenario is that what Song Ziang injected was not a blocking needle, but a stimulant.
The neuromuscular pharmacological effects of stimulants increase sympathetic excitement, which is pleasant and uplifting, increasing activity.However, it is an illegal drug that is expressly prohibited in competitive competitions.
It now appears that this worst-case guess is eight/nine times out of ten.
The dormitory was eerily quiet.
The two stood by the window at the entrance of the corridor, looking at the spark lights of the high-rise buildings in the distance from the upper floor, and the atmosphere was tense.
Song Ziang knew that if he had taken risks to this point, he would definitely not end easily if he was bumped into by Cen Yi.At first, he seemed to be a bit slack because he didn't understand the effects of drugs, but he still couldn't avoid this side at night.
Since he became suspicious, the next thing he wanted to ask was "Have you used stimulants?"
"Let's make a deal."
Song Ziang took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "I saw you enter Teacher Shen's room."
Cen Yi looked at the screen of the phone he handed to him, and unconsciously wanted to back away.
After many days, the second wave of shooting incidents broke out.At that time, the director of the photography department who was on the shooting site of Cen Yi was accused of sexually/harassing/harassing several newcomers and artists, and many people in the industry voiced their voices. The third season of DTS is currently on the air, and Cen Yi, as a topical contestant, has been involved again.
[It looks pitiful to be bullied...what's the matter with looking at him even more wanting to bully him]
[It's pretty romantic to think so, hero save the beauty, Shen Wenji]
[Is there something romantic about it... Maybe you've already been fucked by that or something in it... Do you want it for you if you've been played by someone]
[Isn't it rumored that there is a financial backer behind him? Otherwise, why would it be so hot and searched every day for no reason? I'm tired of looking at it, so I guess the financial supporter won't want him. Poor]
[No one said?He looks like a small canary that was raised... the kind that was raised in a castle without leaving home]
[Although it is indeed a beautiful face that I want to hide, but it is not so strange to use such a metaphor]
[Isn't there a Yu Yu who is very similar to others in this season, she looks more obedient, maybe she has already been... (cover mouth.jpg]
[upstairs? ? ?The tone is obscene and I vomit]
[Damn, if this is the case, I would rather be Shen Wenji, at least the painting style is eye-catching, okay?]
[......]
"At this time, you probably don't want to add more scandals."
Song Ziang put away the phone, held it tightly in his palm and trembled slightly, and forced himself to calm down, "Don't tell me about me, then I will keep it secret for you."
It was the first time in Cen Yi's life that he was threatened like this.
The teammates who stayed up all night rehearsing together, and the person who trusts each other and will trust their backs on the stage, looking at him at this moment, there is a cold light of calculation flashing in his eyes.
Before he could speak, Song Ziang saw his embarrassed expression in his clear eyes, so he couldn't help but speak first, "...how is it? Is it a deal?"
The dark suspicion and sarcasm on the screen penetrated from the eyes to the bottom of the heart, gathering unprovoked malice from countless corners.For whatever reason, or even with or without a reason, it exists.
Cen Yi clenched his fist hard and then released it, resolutely refusing, "I'm not afraid to admit what I've done."
"..."
"how about you?"
Cen Yi pursed his lips and looked at him, "During the last performance, you and Qi Ran were in the same group. They danced "joker" and got very good results."
"Did you also use stimulants on that stage?"
This time, Song Ziang could understand the complicated light in his eyes.
Say no.
Say you didn't do that.
Obviously already said it in an almost certain tone, what are you expecting those useless things to do.
Song Ziang was angered and ashamed by him, "So what!"
"We are not some kind of Olympic Games, and there is no rule that the program cannot be used! I do this to make the stage better, isn't the effect also ideal?"
"..."
Cen Yi was completely discouraged.
If this was just an out-of-the-ordinary thought, he still wanted to help Song Ziang.It's not unforgivable to get sidetracked in the desire to win, as long as you can persuade him to stop before it makes a mistake, you still have a chance.
But even if he knew that he had stepped on the red line, he still wanted to cover himself up with an excuse that sounded justifiable, to convince himself that he was not wrong.
The mistake of the last stage has already caused irreparable effects.After the second performance, the number of votes in the ranking changed quite a lot. Some people should have stayed, but they were eliminated early because of his violations.
"Do you know what you're doing?"
Cen Yi's face was sullen, and his tone had never been harsher than before, "Do you know how unfair this is to other people! Everyone wants to be on stage and perform better! But the premise is——"
Song Ziang interrupted, "What's the premise? I did what they couldn't do!"
After his stunning debut in the second performance, his votes soared for a week, but only one week after the ranking was announced, he slipped into the danger zone again.
Such a good result that exceeded expectations, in some sense, aggravated his idea of using stimulants.
I just wanted to try it once.But the effect was so enticing that it even led to some kind of absurd belief-as long as he used the stimulant, he would definitely win to the end.
Such as drinking poison to quench thirst, obsessed with obsession.
He whispered, "As long as you can win, who cares how you win! Aren't you going to sink—"
The voice stopped abruptly.
Cen Yi frowned, seeing him frozen in place and unable to speak, only realized after a brief blank that his gaze was looking behind him.
"Why don't you continue?"
Shen Wenji's voice came calmly from behind.
"If the treble can't go up, the bass can't go down, and the rhythm can't keep up. There's a way of coercion and lure."
"..."
The moment he saw Shen Wenji appear, Song Ziang finally lost all hope, his face was completely gloomy, and he couldn't even call out "Teacher Shen".
Perhaps he could use his soft-heartedness to threaten Cen Yi, but he couldn't use the same method—or rather, he couldn't threaten Shen Wenji in any way.
"……why?"
Song Ziang's eyes turned red, "Why do I always have no chance to show myself? If this program doesn't need me, why did you send me in for the audition?"
He pulled up his sleeves violently, revealing the needle holes and bruises left by the injection, "I've tried my best, I've tried my best! Why haven't I been discovered yet, why hasn't anyone seen me?!"
Shen Wenji had just walked to Cen Yi's side, when he saw this, he decisively raised his hand to block his eyes.
"..."
Cen Yi's sight was blocked, and he thought he was going to say something, but the next second he heard a ruthless sentence, "Take it away."
The hurried staff appeared, surrounded Song Ziang, and semi-forcibly took him to the independent office to deal with the emergency.
Cen Yi grabbed his hand and jumped up. Seeing Song Ziang's back slumped away, he couldn't believe that the matter suddenly ended. "Do you need me to record a statement or something? I always watch TV like this."
"I don't need you." Shen Wenji lifted him back, "Don't get involved and just be honest."
"Oh."
A group of people disappeared at the end of the corridor, Cen Yi finally turned around, "Why are you here?"
"I went to your dormitory, they said you came to find Song Ziang." Shen Wenji raised his hand calmly, reached out to his forehead and flexed his fingers, caught off guard.
pain.Cen Yi groaned miserably, and before he could cover his forehead, he was hit again, inexplicably, "...what are you doing!"
"Are you angry?" Shen Wenji said calmly, "I'm quite angry."
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Song Ziang thought that he had seen something, and there were more mistakes in the panic, "It's not really... It's actually a painkiller prescribed by the doctor."
"It turns out that injections are needed! I thought the painkillers you mentioned were oral ones."
"Oh... the oral medicine takes effect too slowly."
Cen Yi was half-pushed out of the bathroom and returned to the practice room together. On the way, he was still worried, "What kind of painkiller injection is it? Is it unsafe to inject yourself? Or let the doctor help in the future. The medical room is away It's not too far, we can wait for you."
"It's very common to close the needle if you don't need it. I can do it myself."
Before entering the door, Song Ziang asked him extra, "Can you not tell Qi Ran and the others what happened just now?"
"I'm just... afraid that they will object to my going on stage because they are worried about me."
"How come, everyone has agreed."
Cen Yi intuitively felt that his reaction was a little strange.But thinking that maybe the performance was approaching, he was too eager for the stage to be more sensitive, so he also agreed to him, "Then I just don't tell them."
They didn't rehearse for a long time that night. At the end, they set a meeting time in the morning. After cheering each other up, they disbanded and went back to rest.
When Cen Yi and Zhao Xing went back to the dormitory, they met Wan Di on the way, and went back to talk about the progress of the rehearsal together.
"It went smoothly, and everyone cooperated very well. But there was also a small episode tonight. Yuyu's finger tenosynovitis flared up and went to the doctor. The rehearsal started late at night, so it didn't end until now."
Wan Di smiled and said, "In normal times, we're all lying in bed and falling asleep at this point."
"It's okay, he." Zhao Xingxing felt miraculous, "Aren't you in the vocal group? How could he break his hand?"
"He has been practicing the piano a lot recently, probably because he uses his hands too often. It may also be related to his physique."
Wan Di shook his head, "Fortunately, we don't have too many dance moves. The doctor said that if we are afraid of affecting our performance, we can take an injection of sealing relief. At that time, we can change the microphone in the other hand or wear a headset. It's not a big problem. .”
"What exactly is a sealing needle?"
Hearing this term again, Cen Yi asked curiously, "Is it used to relieve pain?"
"Well, it's just an injury, arthritis, overwork and so on can be played." Wan Di helped him popularize his knowledge, "I used to watch sports channels with my dad all the time, and when athletes went into battle with injuries, they often played closed games." .”
"Then can you inject the blocking injection yourself?" He took the opportunity to ask the doubt in his heart, "It's like using an inhibitor injection?"
"I'm afraid it won't work."
The closed needle needs to be strictly sterilized when used, and it should be injected to the local tender point on the basis of understanding the injury. Theoretically, it must be operated by a doctor carefully.
Hearing so many questions from him, Wan Di also became concerned, "Is there any pain in your mind? The medicine can't be used indiscriminately, you have to see a doctor before you can make a diagnosis."
"That's not true, I'm just asking." Cen Yi hesitated for a moment, then repeated his confirmation, "You just said that the sealing needle is to be injected into the painful area, is it... where is the pain?"
"correct."
Wan Di connected with the recent events in his mind, and seemed to understand why he asked these things, "I heard that a member of your team was injured. Is he going to be locked up? That's a normal treatment, don't worry."
Cen Yi nodded hesitantly.
In my memory, I bumped into the bathroom by mistake, and what I saw was Song Ziang hastily putting down his rolled up sleeves.
But he obviously hurt his ankle.
strangeness.
When I returned to the dormitory, I was still thinking about it, but I had promised to keep it a secret, and there were friends in the same group in the dormitory, so Cen Yi couldn’t discuss it with Zhao Xingxing anymore, so he had to wash up and go to bed depressed, and played routinely before going to bed. Mobile phone for a while.
A message popped up in WeChat.
[Shen Wenji: Is the rehearsal over? 】
It turned out to be a WeChat message from Teacher Shen.
Cen Yi answered honestly, already going back to the dormitory to go to sleep.
【Shen Wenji: Good】
[Shen Wenji: Then what will you drink tomorrow? 】
...What will we drink tomorrow?
Before Cen Yi could react, another message popped up in the dialog box.
[Shen Wenji: I'll just drink black tea]
[Cen Yi:? 】
【Cen Yi: [Emoji Pack]】
[Cen Yi: If you want to drink, buy it yourself! 】
[WeChat red envelope: Gong Xi Fa Cai, good luck! 】
[Shen Wenji: Just the same as tonight's]
"..."
weird.
Cen Yi disliked it, but at the same time, he couldn't help laughing because he vaguely sensed some awkward intentions.
What black tea.
He wants to see me.
Since they talked alone that night, not only did the two of them see each other less, but they didn't chat much online.It is convenient to be busy with work, but it is also because there is no opportunity.
Although I have chatted in front of the supermarket tonight, as long as I want to chat, there is always something to say.Not to mention that I happened to have something on my mind at this time.Cen thought that since he couldn't discuss with his teammates, it should be okay to ask Shen Wenji for his opinion.
But before he sent a message, a phone call came in without warning.
Cen Yi was startled, and subconsciously thought it was Shen Wenji, but after a closer look, he found out that it was Wan Di.Surprised to connect, the other person lowered his voice like an undercover connection, "Yiyi, let me ask you something."
This tone made Cen Yi nervous, "Yes, you say."
"We were chatting together when we got back to the dormitory just now. The injured person in your group... His name is Song Ziang, right?"
"Yes."
"Yu Yu said that he talked about Song Ziang when he chatted with the doctor at night, and the news he got was that he did not apply for closed treatment."
Wan Di said, "The doctor's suggestion was to suspend him to avoid secondary injuries. It sounds serious. But you rehearsed together again today? How did he do it?"
The doubts in Cen Yi's heart were finally confirmed, "I... can't figure it out either."
He had never suffered this kind of injury, and he didn't know what medicine to use, but the logical relationship was still clear.
"Isn't the sealing needle a treatment? It should be very common. You said that many people will use it." Cen Yi said, but he seemed reluctant to let others know. "
Wan Di was silent for a while, "You only know that he gave himself an injection, but you haven't seen what kind of needle it is, right?"
"Ah."
"Then if he didn't get the blocking injection...Yiyi."
Wan Di's voice became serious, "We may have to inform the program crew about this."
In the early hours of the morning, Cen Yi, wearing pajamas and slippers, stood in front of an unfamiliar dormitory and knocked on the door.
The person who opened the door had a familiar yet unfamiliar face, and he was a little surprised to see him, "Cen Yi?"
Because I haven't had much contact with each other, I have seen it many times, but I can't remember the name. Cen Yi smiled cautiously, "Hello, I'm here to find Song Ziang. Is he asleep?"
"Well... not yet." The old friend who poked his head out shouted into the house, "Pine nuts! Cen Yi is looking for you!"
"Yiyi? Why are you here so late?" Song Ziang also looked surprised.
"I have something to ask you." Cen Yi said seriously, "Do you know what a stimulant is?"
"..."
Song Ziang's expression changed, he stepped out of the dormitory and closed the door behind him, lowering his voice, "Let's go out and talk."
Seeing his reaction like this, Cen Yi's uncertain heart instantly cooled down.
According to Wan Di's guess, the worst case scenario is that what Song Ziang injected was not a blocking needle, but a stimulant.
The neuromuscular pharmacological effects of stimulants increase sympathetic excitement, which is pleasant and uplifting, increasing activity.However, it is an illegal drug that is expressly prohibited in competitive competitions.
It now appears that this worst-case guess is eight/nine times out of ten.
The dormitory was eerily quiet.
The two stood by the window at the entrance of the corridor, looking at the spark lights of the high-rise buildings in the distance from the upper floor, and the atmosphere was tense.
Song Ziang knew that if he had taken risks to this point, he would definitely not end easily if he was bumped into by Cen Yi.At first, he seemed to be a bit slack because he didn't understand the effects of drugs, but he still couldn't avoid this side at night.
Since he became suspicious, the next thing he wanted to ask was "Have you used stimulants?"
"Let's make a deal."
Song Ziang took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "I saw you enter Teacher Shen's room."
Cen Yi looked at the screen of the phone he handed to him, and unconsciously wanted to back away.
After many days, the second wave of shooting incidents broke out.At that time, the director of the photography department who was on the shooting site of Cen Yi was accused of sexually/harassing/harassing several newcomers and artists, and many people in the industry voiced their voices. The third season of DTS is currently on the air, and Cen Yi, as a topical contestant, has been involved again.
[It looks pitiful to be bullied...what's the matter with looking at him even more wanting to bully him]
[It's pretty romantic to think so, hero save the beauty, Shen Wenji]
[Is there something romantic about it... Maybe you've already been fucked by that or something in it... Do you want it for you if you've been played by someone]
[Isn't it rumored that there is a financial backer behind him? Otherwise, why would it be so hot and searched every day for no reason? I'm tired of looking at it, so I guess the financial supporter won't want him. Poor]
[No one said?He looks like a small canary that was raised... the kind that was raised in a castle without leaving home]
[Although it is indeed a beautiful face that I want to hide, but it is not so strange to use such a metaphor]
[Isn't there a Yu Yu who is very similar to others in this season, she looks more obedient, maybe she has already been... (cover mouth.jpg]
[upstairs? ? ?The tone is obscene and I vomit]
[Damn, if this is the case, I would rather be Shen Wenji, at least the painting style is eye-catching, okay?]
[......]
"At this time, you probably don't want to add more scandals."
Song Ziang put away the phone, held it tightly in his palm and trembled slightly, and forced himself to calm down, "Don't tell me about me, then I will keep it secret for you."
It was the first time in Cen Yi's life that he was threatened like this.
The teammates who stayed up all night rehearsing together, and the person who trusts each other and will trust their backs on the stage, looking at him at this moment, there is a cold light of calculation flashing in his eyes.
Before he could speak, Song Ziang saw his embarrassed expression in his clear eyes, so he couldn't help but speak first, "...how is it? Is it a deal?"
The dark suspicion and sarcasm on the screen penetrated from the eyes to the bottom of the heart, gathering unprovoked malice from countless corners.For whatever reason, or even with or without a reason, it exists.
Cen Yi clenched his fist hard and then released it, resolutely refusing, "I'm not afraid to admit what I've done."
"..."
"how about you?"
Cen Yi pursed his lips and looked at him, "During the last performance, you and Qi Ran were in the same group. They danced "joker" and got very good results."
"Did you also use stimulants on that stage?"
This time, Song Ziang could understand the complicated light in his eyes.
Say no.
Say you didn't do that.
Obviously already said it in an almost certain tone, what are you expecting those useless things to do.
Song Ziang was angered and ashamed by him, "So what!"
"We are not some kind of Olympic Games, and there is no rule that the program cannot be used! I do this to make the stage better, isn't the effect also ideal?"
"..."
Cen Yi was completely discouraged.
If this was just an out-of-the-ordinary thought, he still wanted to help Song Ziang.It's not unforgivable to get sidetracked in the desire to win, as long as you can persuade him to stop before it makes a mistake, you still have a chance.
But even if he knew that he had stepped on the red line, he still wanted to cover himself up with an excuse that sounded justifiable, to convince himself that he was not wrong.
The mistake of the last stage has already caused irreparable effects.After the second performance, the number of votes in the ranking changed quite a lot. Some people should have stayed, but they were eliminated early because of his violations.
"Do you know what you're doing?"
Cen Yi's face was sullen, and his tone had never been harsher than before, "Do you know how unfair this is to other people! Everyone wants to be on stage and perform better! But the premise is——"
Song Ziang interrupted, "What's the premise? I did what they couldn't do!"
After his stunning debut in the second performance, his votes soared for a week, but only one week after the ranking was announced, he slipped into the danger zone again.
Such a good result that exceeded expectations, in some sense, aggravated his idea of using stimulants.
I just wanted to try it once.But the effect was so enticing that it even led to some kind of absurd belief-as long as he used the stimulant, he would definitely win to the end.
Such as drinking poison to quench thirst, obsessed with obsession.
He whispered, "As long as you can win, who cares how you win! Aren't you going to sink—"
The voice stopped abruptly.
Cen Yi frowned, seeing him frozen in place and unable to speak, only realized after a brief blank that his gaze was looking behind him.
"Why don't you continue?"
Shen Wenji's voice came calmly from behind.
"If the treble can't go up, the bass can't go down, and the rhythm can't keep up. There's a way of coercion and lure."
"..."
The moment he saw Shen Wenji appear, Song Ziang finally lost all hope, his face was completely gloomy, and he couldn't even call out "Teacher Shen".
Perhaps he could use his soft-heartedness to threaten Cen Yi, but he couldn't use the same method—or rather, he couldn't threaten Shen Wenji in any way.
"……why?"
Song Ziang's eyes turned red, "Why do I always have no chance to show myself? If this program doesn't need me, why did you send me in for the audition?"
He pulled up his sleeves violently, revealing the needle holes and bruises left by the injection, "I've tried my best, I've tried my best! Why haven't I been discovered yet, why hasn't anyone seen me?!"
Shen Wenji had just walked to Cen Yi's side, when he saw this, he decisively raised his hand to block his eyes.
"..."
Cen Yi's sight was blocked, and he thought he was going to say something, but the next second he heard a ruthless sentence, "Take it away."
The hurried staff appeared, surrounded Song Ziang, and semi-forcibly took him to the independent office to deal with the emergency.
Cen Yi grabbed his hand and jumped up. Seeing Song Ziang's back slumped away, he couldn't believe that the matter suddenly ended. "Do you need me to record a statement or something? I always watch TV like this."
"I don't need you." Shen Wenji lifted him back, "Don't get involved and just be honest."
"Oh."
A group of people disappeared at the end of the corridor, Cen Yi finally turned around, "Why are you here?"
"I went to your dormitory, they said you came to find Song Ziang." Shen Wenji raised his hand calmly, reached out to his forehead and flexed his fingers, caught off guard.
pain.Cen Yi groaned miserably, and before he could cover his forehead, he was hit again, inexplicably, "...what are you doing!"
"Are you angry?" Shen Wenji said calmly, "I'm quite angry."
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