The top brother is going to the draft!

Zhuang Xiang looked at Song Yichen in silence for a while, and said solemnly, "Actually, that's my brother."

"Your brother?" Song Yichen smiled, "Then I still say it's my brother."

Zhuang thought: "?"

Does Xiang Ran know what you said?

He: "No one believes the truth these days!!"

"Are you telling the truth?!" Song Yichen rubbed his hair, "That's bullshit, brat."

Zhuang Xiang was about to say something, but heard a soft "click", and the door was opened by a key.

Song Yishen's hands trembled, he subconsciously hid the phone first, then turned his head and asked, "Is it Su Yuan who is back?"

However there was no response.

If it was Su Yuan, he should have said "It's me" gently.

Song Yishen and Zhuang wanted to look at each other, couldn't help but squeeze the phone tightly, and muttered softly: "It can't be the election..."

Before the words were finished, a black figure pushed open the door and came into their sight.

The young man was carrying a big piano bag, wearing a thick woolen cap, and his blond hair was short in stubble, making him look like a cold snow wind.

stranger?

Zhuang Xiang glanced at the empty upper bunk bed.

Ah, looks like a new roommate.

The election manager at the back walked over while answering the phone, saw them, and said, "Are they all there?"

Song Yichen: "Su Yuan hasn't come back yet."

The election manager: "Then tell him when the time comes—come on, let's get to know each other. This is Qi Beizhen, your roommate who didn't come here before."

Song Yishen looked at him slowly: "Oh...how are you?"

The young man nodded dispensably: "Hello."

The voice is hoarse and floating, with a sense of world-weariness like duckweed.

"He didn't have a rating, so he was directly assigned to class F." The selection manager hung up the phone and said, "The evaluation requirements for the theme song are still the same as yours, but he didn't go to the big class, so it should be difficult for him to learn?"

Zhuang thought to himself that they should help him next.

Sure enough, the election manager put down a sentence: "You are all roommates, please help him when you have time. Song—"

Song Yichen trembled when he heard that she wanted to call his name, and quickly shook his head.When he mentioned dancing, he got a headache, scratched his hair in distress and said, "I can't even do it myself..."

The selection officer made fun of him, and then looked at Zhuang Xiang who was sitting on the side: "How about you, brother?"

The title of younger brother sounds a lot closer.

Qi Beizhen lowered his eyes and looked at Zhuang Xiang.

The boy's fingers holding the water glass felt thin and bony, and the blue and white blood vessels were faintly visible, giving him a faint cold feeling.He smiled: "I can, let's help each other."

The pitch-black peach blossom eyes always make people feel vivid and bright.

The election manager couldn't help shaking his head, nodded, and said with a smile: "I'm relieved to leave it to you."

Zhuang wants to nod.

The day with the instructor teaching is the most relaxing day, and the next three days are the real devil training.

On the first day, Song Yichen, who was able to play with his mobile phone for a while, spent most of the rest of his time on memorizing movements and reciting lyrics, and fell asleep right away when he came back at night.He is not alone. There are also some players who don't go back to the dormitory, fall asleep when they are tired, and start working directly when they wake up. They are completely reckless and desperate.

The atmosphere is getting tense.

And Zhuang Xiang said that although he had a good memory and a quick learner, he couldn't say it was easy—even he was quite busy.

In addition to dancing in Class A these days, he will also go to Class B to see Song Yichen, who is still very hard at dancing. In addition, he still remembers the election manager's entrustment, and will go to Class F to see him again very dutifully.

Going down this route, he would have to dance a piece of music countless times—but rather than repeating it monotonously, Zhuang Xiang would rather change the environment more, and be familiar with it when teaching people to dance.

Zhuang wanted to knock on the door of Class F and poke his head in. Immediately, someone found out and said hello: "Your brother is here?"

There were a lot of players in class F, about forty or fifty. Zhuang wanted to walk in wearing a class A practice uniform, like a drop of paint falling into an ink bucket, out of place.

There were all kinds of hidden sights in all directions, Zhuang wanted to ignore them, and asked the boy with a smile: "How are you preparing?"

A long sigh was his answer.

In just three days, it is definitely not an easy task to pick up the dance, dig out the details, combine the rhythm, memorize the lyrics, and sing and dance.The closer the time is, the more people want to give up. In every practice room, there are people who suddenly lose their strength and fall to the ground in dejection.

Zhuang wanted to pat him on the shoulder as a comfort, turned his head and glanced at the practice room of Class F.

In addition to some players showing obvious anxiety, there are also many players sitting absent-mindedly in the corner and playing around.This state of individual players has continued from the first day to the present, which makes Zhuang Xiang feel a little puzzled.

Isn't there an assessment in the afternoon?

No matter how they look, they are not in a hurry.

Zhuang wanted to scratch his hair, too lazy to think, and greeted Qi Beizhen who was resting in the corner: "Good morning?"

Qi Beizhen raised his eyes, and responded dispensably: "Okay."

Zhuang Xiang's coming means that he will start to dance with him. Qi Beizhen got up from the ground, but he was not busy practicing.

He turned off the radio microphone pinned to his collar, leaned against the wall and said casually: "The first song has come out. It is different from the way of drawing lots in the past. I heard that the C position is voted for first, and then the C position is selected." People form teams."

Zhuang Xiang was taken aback, turned off the microphone, and asked, "How do you know?"

Secondly, I still have a question in my heart: why should I tell him this.

The two of them have only had a friendship for two and a half days in total, they can't be called familiar, at most they can talk to each other.

"F class has the most people," Qi Beizhen glanced at the crowd of people in the room, "there are also the most gossip."

Qi Beizhen just used this topic as an introduction, and he continued.

"I just want to ask you, if you have a team with one male, can you bring me one."

The author has something to say: I've been having so much fun these days, I'm going to calm down on the last day of the New Year's Day holiday and revise the text! ! ! ! !But the hot pot is really delicious... Today I want to eat qwq, hairy belly, fat cow, and shrimp slippery! ! ! !Good fit!

感谢在2021-01-0206:50:53~2021-01-0304:58:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Delusion1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!