The top brother is going to the draft!

Zhuang Xiang felt that Ming Lan's words were not entirely unreasonable.

but……

He was full of value theory, but he only talked about the possibility of facing himself from the beginning to the end.Regarding Su Yuan's winning rate, his attitude of not mentioning a word seemed to be evading.

"Then what if it's the opposite?" Zhuang Xiang asked lightly.

on the contrary?

Ming Lan frowned subconsciously, lowered her eyes, stared at the dim light in the distance for two seconds, and said after a while, "On the contrary, he is more powerful, and I am defeated, so I don't have any objections. Give yourself a chance."

He said this very softly, and it was like the smoke in his hand that would be blown away.

Zhuang wanted to hear the misty uncertainty in his words, laughed, and asked, "Really?"

Ming Lan used more force to hold the cigarette.

Zhuang Xiang lowered his eyes and said slowly: "If this is really the case, you wouldn't be so uncertain about what you said."

Ming Lan looked back at him, "Is there?"

"Yes. But it's normal, after all, human nature has double standards." Zhuang Xiang smiled.

Under the long eyelashes, those obsidian-like eyes shone with a see-through light under the moonlight, slowly looking at him, "Well, let me guess, there is only one result you can accept from the beginning to the end, right? "

Ming Lan only wants to win, and only accepts winning.

He is unwilling to consider the possibility of failure.

Ming Lan lowered her eyes, looked at the cigarette in her hand, and asked amusedly, "Why do you think so?"

The smoke was about to burn out.The night wind in spring blows gently, burning the cigarette butt between the fingers.

Ming Lan looked down.

Almost to the point of burning.

"Because you are not very obvious? For this desired result, you can even give everything and even do anything." Zhuang Xiang said, "When you make a decision, you have already decided to go all the way to the dark."

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Ming Lan felt uncomfortable being seen through from the inside out.But he was not angry, and even his expression was the same as before, saying, "Come here to talk to me in the middle of the night?"

He didn't believe that Zhuang Xiang had such kind intentions.

Of course Zhuang Xiang didn't have such good intentions. He restrained his smile and said, "Even if you don't consider the other players that may be affected by capital intervention, there is still no fairness between you and Su Yuan. There is no need to make excuses for yourself."

Ming Lan: "..."

"When you decide to do this, you give yourself an excuse to refute others, and this excuse obviously convinces yourself first before convincing others, and you firmly believe in it." Zhuang Xiang said, "But it's a pity, You seem to have only convinced yourself, not me."

Ming Lan's eyes lingered on him for a long time, after a while, she stubbed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can, lit another cigarette, turned her back and stopped talking.

Behind him, Song Yichen's shout sounded from afar.

Zhuang wanted to respond, turned around and left at the last moment, his eyes flashed on Ming Lan's back for a second, knowing that there was a high probability that he was planning to go his own way.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and Ming Lan turned around, leaning her back against the railing, and flicked the ash with her fingers holding the cigarette.

Smoke obscures vision.Under the corridor lights, Zhuang Xiang's tall and thin back gradually drifted away, Ming Lan felt that her thoughts were also blurred.

is a smart guy.

Ming Lan began to think, if she was the one who slept with Zhuang Xiang in the beginning...

He lowered his eyes.

it's a pity.Time cannot be repeated anyway, so conjectures can only remain conjectures.

But, I really want to be someone else.

Anyone who wants to experience someone else's life.

In any case, it won't be more difficult for him to find a way out than it is now.

When Zhuang wanted to go back to the dormitory, he found that Song Yichen had nothing else to do with calling him back.

Zhuang thought:?

Song Yishen expressed his concern: "I just came back and passed by, and saw you and Ming Lan standing on the balcony. You are still a child! I am worried."

Zhuang thought: =_=?

Song Yichen was worried: "By the way, brother, what did you guys talk about? He didn't threaten or lure you, did he?"

Zhuang wanted to rub his brows, and couldn't help laughing: "No."

Song Yichen: "Hey, it's all because there have been too many troubles recently. An optimist like me is thinking about the worst."

Zhuang wanted to sense something from his words.

—too much trouble?

The final was approaching, and it really wasn't even.

Zhuang Xiang lowered his eyes, feeling a little subtle and complicated discomfort, but he couldn't explain why.

Song Yichen was still worried: "Hey, I think of Zou Nan. Can you tell me if Lan will do the same?"

Zhuang thought: "No."

Song Yichen: "How do you know?"

Zhuang Xiang just subconsciously felt that way.After a long while, he had a reasonable explanation, and said frankly: "Not everyone has the madness and courage of Zou Nan. One of that kind of people is enough for every class."

Song Yishen thought about it too, but he looked at Zhuang Xiang, opened the door and looked at Ming Lan who was still on the small balcony, and turned around and told him not to have any contact with Ming Lan.

The more Zhuang Xiang thought about it, the more he felt an outrageous sense of instantaneity.

It's like the tone of parents telling their children not to play with poor students...

Qi Beizhen passed by while rinsing his mouth, complaining: "It smells like a father."

Zhuang Xiang clicked his tongue, deeply convinced.

Then he remembered Song Yishen's worship of Xiang Ran in his daily life.

Probably, this is what kind of cooking, what kind of fans...?

Su Yuan returned to the dormitory the next morning.

Zhuang wanted to be woken up by the morning bell outside the door, rubbed his eyes and sat up, and saw that he was already wearing earphones and writing and drawing in his notebook. He didn't know when he would come back.

Zhuang Xiang was stunned for two seconds.

——It's only 07:30.

Su Yuan's company seems to be in the city center, what time does it have to get up to arrive so early! !

Work and rest madman.

From the corner of the eye, Zhuang Xiang woke up. Su Yuan took off the earphones, turned his head and said softly, "Good morning."

"Morning." Zhuang Xiang replied first, and it took him a long time to react. After a pause, he asked, "How is the situation?"

Su Yuan laughed, with a light expression on his face: "Don't worry."

Zhuang wanted to nod his head, smiled and said it was fine, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Song Yishen was much more careless.While yawning and putting on his trousers, he said, "The gossip shows that Lan and Brother Su Yuan's CP Chaohua broke into the top [-]. I wonder if it's true?"

Zhuang Xiang wasn't fully awake yet, he propped his chin on the bed and squinted his eyes, subconsciously answered: "Gossip is really everywhere."

Nowhere is this missing.

Su Yuan turned his pen and replied, "It's true."

Although Ming Lan and Su Yuan have collaborated on stage, their relationship is not close, and Chaohua is even more unknown.It suddenly developed by leaps and bounds yesterday, and sensitive fans have already noticed that it is the trolls.

Song Yichen let out a sigh, and asked, "Will this affect you?"

"It's already been dealt with in public relations." Su Yuan said, "I will keep a distance from Ming Lan in the future."

Song Yichen patted him on the shoulder with the attitude of someone who has come here, and said, "Brother, although this is cruel, I still have to say it!! Sometimes it's useless to keep a distance! An editor is omnipotent."

Su Yuan: "Huh?"

Zhuang Xiangye: "Huh?"

"What are you talking about, it's you!" Song Yishen said righteously, "Think about the last time you were on a variety show, you abruptly cut out a ghost scene, isn't that enough to prove the editor's supernatural powers? !"

Su Yuan froze for a moment, then laughed out loud: "You're right."

Zhuang Xiang was speechless, and smiled threateningly: "...you don't need to use me as an example."

What kind of hatred, what kind of resentment, the black history has been picked up and whipped out again.

After Qi Beizhen also got up, the four of them went out to the cafeteria to have breakfast together, and they parted ways with Song Yichen after arriving at the calligraphy building.

Sangong is an important node for most players.

Those on the edge of the elimination line don't want to be eliminated, the debut position wants to consolidate their status, the high position wants to go further, and the others are busy socializing to ensure that they will not be replaced by the team as much as possible.

So when the three of Zhuang Xiang pushed open the door of the practice room and went in, he found that more than half of the people inside had already arrived.

Early in the morning, Cheng Fengyu was yelling at the wall, Luo Mingyuan was eating snacks and listening to other people chatting, when he saw the three of Zhuang Xiang coming in, he greeted him warmly.

Zhuang wanted to go to the ground and sit down: "What are you talking about?"

The others didn't hide from Zhuang Xiang: "Have you heard? That so-and-so company also got involved."

Zhuang wanted to blink.

Su Yuan and Qi Beizhen looked at each other.

The snacks in Luo Mingyuan's hand were no longer fragrant, and he sighed with his chin in his hands: "You annoying capitalist."

Abandoned players like him who are not valued by the company, or players who are valued by the company but have no strength and capital to fight against, can only be forced to follow the trend in such turmoil.If you want to talk about the feeling, then four words: very uncomfortable.

Zhuang wanted to pat him on the head.

Luo Mingyuan sighed deeply, the shiny golden hair was much dimmed.

As Song Yishen said, it has been a troubled time recently.

Sangong is the most chaotic time point except before the final, and the players will discuss it privately.

"Actually, it would be easier to get support from the company, right? I'm actually quite envious!!"

"What are you envious of? Everyone is a tool person. Capital is not a philanthropist. I don't want to do this after you make your debut!"

"That's right. At that time, commercial performances, public performances, variety show announcements, and support funds will be collected by blabla, oh well, it's only two yuan in your hands! What about the others? In the hands of the company... just say you are not angry."

As soon as these words came out, the Caomen on the wall, who had hesitated before, turned their backs one after another.

Yes, no one wants to work for nothing!

"Speaking of it this way, it's really annoying..." Someone sighed.

"Brother, what do you think?"

Everyone fell silent and looked at Zhuang Xiang.

This question seems a bit sharp to Zhuang Xiang.

After all, Xiang Ran stands behind Zhuang Xiang, and this is a big golden mountain beyond the reach of any amount of capital.

Su Yuan was about to open his mouth to rescue Zhuang Xiang, but he replied decisively: "I don't like it."

Others: "Why?"

Why don't you like capital?

Zhuang thought: "Because..."

Countless answers flashed through my mind.

For example, "I prefer to rely on myself rather than relying on others", or "The original intention of the competition is to be fair", or "I don't want to destabilize the market"... But these perfect answers are not enough to speak quickly.

He said, "Because I am the successor of socialism?"