The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

The final result was obvious. There were too many members in Rong Ling's group, and some people had to be separated out. Of course, Rong Ling, the group leader, would decide who to get out.

Although this part of the show was effective, it was very offensive to the team leader. Luo Wenwen, who was in the same predicament as Rong Ling, was in a dilemma, and no one wanted to hurt her.

As for Rong Ling, she was very calm. When she raised her eyelids, she said lightly what she thought was inappropriate: "You, you, and you..."

No embarrassment at all.

Even though the players who were kicked out by Rong Ling felt unwilling, they had no choice but to turn around and choose another group.

In the queue, Ning Muxue was also trembling, for fear that she would not fit Rong Ling's eyes.

Sure enough, when his eyes fell on Ning Muxue, Rong Ling frowned slightly.

Ning Muxue only thought that she thought she was slowing down, so she put her palms together quickly, her watery eyes sparkled, her mouth moved silently, like a baby: "Please, please..."

Rong Ling paused, looked past her, and turned to look at each other: "Sorry, you are not suitable either..."

Ning Muxue breathed a sigh of relief, but she didn't understand where the little joy in her heart came from.

Sure enough, here at Rong Ling, I'm a little different from other people, right?

In the end, the team with Rong Ling as the captain finally officially confirmed all the members. Except for Ning Muxue who is the type of vitality girl, everyone's style is relatively close-the same calm and powerful.

"Come on..." After sitting in a circle on the floor, Rong Ling took out the song selection list prepared by the program group, "Which one do you think is suitable?"

"How about this one?" the trainee named Qi Ge sitting across from Rong Ling said, "It's a fast song, coupled with a hot dance, the effect should be good."

"I think it's okay too." Another person answered, hesitating to speak, "It's just..."

She looked at Ning Muxue.

Ning Muxue, who was sitting next to Rong Ling, understood, she couldn't help blushing, and straightened her waist: "Don't worry, I will definitely practice hard, so as not to hold everyone back."

"It's useless to just work hard." Rong Ling said coldly, "The practice time for this song is only half a month. With your foundation, it is impossible to keep up with everyone's dancing rhythm."

Ning Muxue blinked blankly, and just before her waist was about to collapse, Rong Ling said again: "Why don't we adapt this song and insert parts similar to Ning Muxue's style in the middle."

Even Ning Muxue herself didn't expect that Rong Ling would be so thoughtful, and immediately raised her hand in overjoyed: "Okay, I agree."

Now that Rong Ling, the captain, has made a decision, the rest of the teammates have no opinion and agree with each other.

"Okay..." Qi Ge also nodded, "I can compose music, and you can ask me if you have any opinions."

"There is also lyrics..." Someone suggested, "Why don't we split each paragraph and each person is responsible for the adaptation of a paragraph."

"It's decided like this." Every minute and every second in the competition is time-critical. After finding out the direction of efforts, the ten people have a clear division of labor, and they only need to create results together.

Rong Ling took the assigned words and took a pen to revise them.

She looked so focused that she completely forgot about everything around her.

Just keeping his head down all the time, he was inevitably a little tired. Rong Ling looked around and found that he was also creating, and other people were in a much more relaxed state than himself, some were paralyzed, some were lying down.

After all, these are the real young people.

As a thousand-year-old immortal, Rong Ling moved his shoulders, and even got down on the ground. He spread the paper on the floor, supported his head with one hand, and revised the lyrics with a pen in the other.

At this time, a round head leaned over from the corner of the eye. It turned out that Ning Muxue approached at some point, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Rong Ling."

"Thank me for what?" Hearing her words out of the blue, Rong Ling hadn't reacted yet.

"Thank you for taking me in." Ning Muxue's eyes were bent, and she was lying on her stomach like her, like a defenseless kitten, showing her soft belly to be petted, "and even adapted a song for me."

The corners of Rong Ling's lips twitched, she was just pushing the boat along the way: "You're welcome, you've already said it all, are we friends?"

When she spoke, she was careless, she didn't even move her eyes, she just tilted her head slightly, the tip of her nose was raised slightly, and her red lips were sweet.

Ning Muxue seemed to be hit by something in an instant, and even forgot how to answer.

Rong Ling didn't realize it, and stretched out his hand to hook the long hair that was hanging down behind his ear with his fingers, and continued to concentrate on creating.

Ning Muxue vaguely smelled the sweet scent of her hair again.

Strange, everyone is using the sponsor's shampoo, why is it so different when it comes to her?

It's not just the scent in the hair, everything seems to be different when it comes to Rong Ling, Ning Muxue thought absently.

Her slender fingers holding a pen, her thin shoulders protruding from her collarbone, and her fair cheeks where you can even see tiny hairs...

Ning Muxue was inexplicably thirsty, sat up and picked up her mineral water bottle, took a few sips, panting slightly.

No, it can't go on like this anymore, Ning Muxue poured a few drops of water into her palm, patted her hot face, trying to cool it down.

It must be that Rong Ling is too powerful, so I don't even realize she has a halo when I look at her.

Ning Muxue didn't turn her head to look at Rong Ling until she was sure that she had calmed down.

Rong Ling, who was obsessed with creation, was getting better and better, biting his pen and thinking whether there was room for revision.

Ning Muxue's eyes fell on her side face, she immediately moved away like an electric shock, but followed Rong Ling's posture, and slid to her slender waist.

The weather was getting hotter, and in order to cool off, Rong Ling rolled up the corner of the T-shirt and tied it up around the waist, revealing a pair of delicate waists, as if tempting people to reach out and touch them.

Ning Muxue's mind was already in a mess, and then Rong Ling subconsciously raised her calf, which was as clean as jade, and dangled in the air.

What you see in front of you seems to be covered with a layer of filter, the movement of others becomes white noise, and everything around you is automatically out of focus. Only Rong Ling exists so truly, and he writes and draws on his stomach leisurely.

Ning Muxue suspected that she must have suffered from heat stroke, not only her face was hot, but her heartbeat also accelerated.

Is summer coming soon?

Then why does Rong Ling look like a flower blooming silently in spring?

It wasn't until Qi Ge sat down next to Rong Ling, blocking Ning Muxue's view, that she fully woke up.

Hearing that Qi Ge said that he wanted to discuss the new arrangement with himself, Rong Ling couldn't just lie on his stomach like this, so he simply sat up and listened to Qi Ge: "This paragraph was supposed to be very fast, but we changed its tune to be lazy and lazy. Take it easy, Ning Muxue will be able to keep up, how about it?"

"Yes..." Rong Ling nodded, and moved closer to Qi Ge, "Have you decided on a tune yet?"

"There are several ways to change it. I don't have time to go to the musical instrument room now. Let me hum it to you first..."

As he listened, Rong Ling unconsciously leaned on Qi Ge's shoulder, and relaxed in a rare way.

Qi Ge, who had an amazing creative talent in his previous life, was also a member of the girl group that debuted last. The relationship between the two was the best.

It was the same in the previous life, Qi Rong devoted the most time and energy to take care of Ning Muxue who couldn't keep up with the team, but it was often thankless, especially on the live stage of a large-scale party, Ning Muxue was too busy filming on the set to take care of her. In the last rehearsal, almost every move was wrong after going on stage.

The whole stage was messed up, no one knew how hard it was for the other four members to participate in the choreography without sleeping and eating, just discussing whether Ning Muxue was paddling or was too tired.

Not only that, in order to protect her idol, Ning Muxue's fans are even more eccentric: "The big star is busy with filming, so it's almost enough to take time to participate, what else do you want?"

"I'm dying of laughter. Who doesn't know that if Ning Muxue can't make it in the entertainment industry, she will go home and inherit the family business. It is already a kind of favor for a pretty sister to be willing to appear on the stage."

As long as there is a voice against Ning Muxue, they will be labeled as cyber violence. In this scuffle between fans, passers-by and black fans, no one cares about the remaining team members.

But what did they do wrong? Rong Ling in the previous life couldn't figure it out no matter how much he thought.

Is it wrong to concentrate on loving the stage?

That was the stage they and their fans fought for together, but as long as Ning Muxue was there, she would always mess up everything and then appear in front of the camera with an innocent face.

It wasn't until he was reborn that Rong Ling realized that in the entertainment industry, not being popular is the original sin, which means that he can be trampled upon.

No wonder so many people in this circle are trying their best to climb up...

"What do you think?" Qi Ge's voice interrupted Rong Ling's thoughts.

"Very good..." Rong Ling nodded, not wanting Qi Ge to waste so much time on Ning Muxue, "Why don't we ask the vocal teacher for his opinion?"

"Let's go..." Qi Ge, who was just squatting, quickly got up and stretched out his hand to Rong Ling.

Without hesitation, Rong Ling held her hand and stood up from the ground.

Ning Muxue, who had witnessed all this, was unable to participate in the conversation between the two from the beginning to the end because she knew nothing about rhythm.

She never felt that this knowledge was important before, until now seeing Rong Ling and Qi Ge leaving talking and laughing, Ning Muxue, who was born with smooth sailing, felt for the first time what is meant by frustration, and there seemed to be a small part of her heart faintly Swelling, making myself uncomfortable even out of breath.

Moreover, I don't know if it was a hallucination, Rong Ling seemed to glance at himself before leaving, and there seemed to be... coldness in his eyes?

No, how is it possible, Ning Muxue shook her head desperately, shaking that out of her mind, clenched her hands into fists and secretly cheered herself up: "Ning Muxue, come on!"

Immediately, the strength in her hands relaxed again.

But... is optimism useful?Seeing the back of the two leaving side by side, Ning Muxue's eyes darkened, as if she had made up her mind, she got up and followed.

While walking forward, Rong Ling was looking down at the lyrics and discussing with Qi Ge, when suddenly a voice sounded behind him: "Are you going to find a vocal tutor? Why don't you take me with you."

Rong Ling's footsteps paused slightly, and Ning Muxue caught up behind her, holding her arm very familiarly: "Rong Ling, since this part is my part, I want to try to create it, is that okay?"

"You..." Even though he tried his best to pretend in front of her, Rong Ling couldn't hide the suspicion on his face, "Can you?"