I was reborn after being confessed by my nemesis [entertainment circle]

Topic: Eat melon and break the news | Idol training camp related

Landlord: A trainee reported that two trainees had a private meeting in the toilet, and they called the election supervisor to find out that they were actually writing lyrics.

1L

So who are the two trainees?Are you really writing words?This is very important to me.

2L

The word "private meeting" is used, what kind of hatred is there to report?

3L

A friend of mine wanted to know which two trainees wrote the words in which posture before he died.

4L

I'm starting to get interested in this show.

5L

If you don't tell me which two trainees they are, I'm going to have a fight [angry]

6L

I advise the program crew not to be ignorant of compliments, and quickly tell me who these two trainees are, and whether I can get Zhen Ji here!

7L

Can you be serious!What if someone is really writing words!

8L

Why do you have to write in the middle of the night?Why do two people hide and write?Why not write with someone else?Please speak!You explain!If there is no explanation, there must be a problem!

……

Zhou Xingdang leaned on his seat in the arena and flipped through the posts. After browsing through all the replies, he clicked on the comments and typed: It's Song Zhi and Zhou Xingdang.

No, it's empty talk, it's like spreading rumors.

"Could it be those two in couple outfits?"

Hmm...those two?Why does that word seem so off-putting?

I was struggling, and there were a few more replies in the post.

"This shocking medicine! It would be great if it could fall on our Xing Zhi batch!"

"Can I have a loan? We, Xing Zhi, look a lot like a couple who would secretly meet in the middle of the night!"

"I said don't go too far with Xingzhi's criticism. Apart from the self-introductions of the trainees, have you ever seen Xingzhi that can move! Tell me now, what is Xingzhi's real name!"

"...Song Zhi! Zhou Xingdang!"

There's something about these women.

Zhou Xingdang exited the post in satisfaction, gathered the mobile phone he just bought into his palm, and raised his head impatiently——

It was already dusk at this time, and the bustling venue had become deserted. On the stage, Xie Mengyu's group was walking, stopping from time to time to communicate with the photographer.

The sound is very small in the music, and it is not clear.

The hazy moonlight projected in through the skylight, and was swallowed up by the lights in the venue in an instant. Zhou Xing swayed his legs, tired, changed sides, and commented on the stage in his heart.

The action at position C is too stiff.

Singing RAP is like reciting a poem.

The chord one is pretty good, but there are too few parts and there is no bright spot.

Yun Zhao was able to hold the stage, it seemed that he was motivated by the cash reward he promised to survive the first round, and vowed not to do a round tour.

Xie Mengyu...

Forget it, the reviews are all hurting him.

Coincidentally, after walking on the stage, Xie Mengyu jumped off the stage, unscrewed the mineral water, gulped down half a bottle, wiped his mouth, and said seriously: "Xingdang, what do you think is the probability that I will run away now?"

"Zero." Zhou Xingdang said.

Xie Mengyu was shocked: "How is it possible?!"

Zhou Xingdang: "Because I will report you."

"..." Xie Mengyu was heartbroken: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, the people around me should be on guard the most! Zhou Xingdang! You are not human!"

"Hurry up and die for a round of travel." Zhou Xingdang turned his phone: "We must advance and retreat together with the company!"

"Advance and retreat together?" Xie Mengyu looked at me as if you were teasing me: "You are stuck with Chunlan that Song Zhi every day, leaving me and Yun Zhao to hug each other to keep warm! What are you talking about advancing and retreating together!"

Zhou Xingdang took it for granted: "Yes, if you are eliminated, what will happen to Yun Zhao?"

Xie Mengyu: "..."

"Then thank you?" Yun Zhao sat on the edge of the stage, dangling his long legs, and asked, "I just asked the director, it's past eight o'clock anyway, and we've been exhausted all day , let him let us have a meal."

Xie Mengyu's eyes lit up: "What did he say?!"

Yun Zhao: "He agreed!"

"Hurry up!" Xie Mengyu threw away the mineral water and jumped onto the stage: "One last time! After the last time, hurry up and eat hot pot! Hot pot! My fateful hot pot!"

Zhou Xingdang looked at Yun Zhao speechlessly: "That's all."

"Hotpot! Oh! Hotpot!" Yun Zhao also jumped onto the stage, rejoicing with Xie Mengyu, providing valuable video data for the domestication of human limbs in the early years.

Zhou Xingdang: "..."

Hopeless.

**

Inside a box of a hot pot restaurant.

The long table is full of uncooked dishes, such as fresh duck blood fish, tofu and shrimp slippery, pangasius fish and fat beef rolls as a tribute dish, tender beef and crab noodles wrapped in rice cakes, you can have whatever you want.The red pot in the middle was tumbling with spicy oil, and the fragrance filled the whole room with the mist, and got out through the crack of the door.

Outside the door is a bustling hall, one table after another, with scents following scents, full of human fireworks.

It was very quiet inside the door.

The food in the Seventeenth Middle School is not bad, but no matter how delicious the big pot rice is, it won’t go anywhere. If you eat too much Kanto cooking in the convenience store, you won’t be able to satisfy your cravings. It’s hard to eat hot pot once, and Song Zhi eats it very seriously. And focus.

As a result, when he looked up, he found that no one had moved chopsticks at the entire table.

He took a sip of sour plum soup and hesitated: "...Eat it." After thinking for a while, he added: "It's ready to eat, it's all cooked. Mom, don't you like hairy belly the most? Want me to take it down for you?"

Cheng Shu: "..."

"Brother, you... what do you like to eat?" Song Zhi greeted Song Huainan again.

Song Huainan: "..."

After hesitating for a while, Song Zhi tilted his head again: "Father?"

Song Qingrong's black face: "Why am I the last one? Also, don't tilt your head here to be cute!"

Yo, the old man even learned the word cute?

It was obviously a funny thing, but Song Zhi's eyes were hot, and his throat was sore when he wanted to choke. He swallowed the sour plum soup, and he hurriedly lowered his head: "Why...why don't you eat it?"

"Ah Zhi, did someone in your program team bully you?" Cheng Shu asked cautiously.

Song Huainan and Song Qingrong immediately looked at each other with concern.

No wonder they were horrified and careful, it was really 18 years of raising Song Zhi, except when the baby cub was cute and easy to lie, when was it time to worry?

Fortunately, even though Song Zhi was rebellious, he didn't imitate bad habits, and he didn't intend to make him more promising, so he just let him go.

The scene of talking harshly at home before participating in the show is still vivid. How long has it been since then?Now the talent show is... to teach people to change their minds?

Song Zhi knew what they were thinking at a glance, and he also knew that his character change was too blunt, but looking at the lost family members, he really couldn't act rebellious, so he had to make jokes: "How is it possible? Who dares to bully me ?”

He fished out a shrimp slip from the hot pot and put it in the shrimp slip dish.

Shrimp slipped and rolled on the plate.Soaked in brown seasoning, it looks more appetizing.

He lowered his eyes, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said, "It's just that the food there is not good, and they don't even order takeaways. I'm so hungry! There is no harm if there is no comparison, it's better to stay at home!"

Cheng Shu's brows relaxed, worried and relieved: "Why don't you retire from the competition, why suffer from that?"

Song Zhi shook her head, but said nothing.

When he was a teenager, his temperament was unstable, and he could do everything in 3 minutes, and when his mind became hot, he was not allowed to do what he could die.This is the only way he walks firmly and unyieldingly.

What's more, if you do it all over again, it should be his, and he will hold it in his hands.

After talking so much, the atmosphere was a bit down, Song Zhi simply put down his chopsticks and said, "I'm going to the bathroom, you guys hurry up and eat! It'll be boiled in no time!"

After speaking, he left the box as if fleeing.

He lowered his head and wiped away his tears.

"Who doesn't know that I can drink?" The door of the next room was not closed tightly, and there was a familiar voice, and then there was a bang, and something fell on the table, "I'm just asking who doesn't know?!"

The sadness disappeared in a second, Song Zhi: "?"

...Zhou Xingdang?

"Then who doesn't know?" Yun Zhao praised Zhou Xingdang: "The best drink among us! There is no one else except Brother Dang!"

"That's right!" Xie Mengyu echoed inarticulately.

Song Zhi frowned slightly.

drinking?Why didn't he know that Zhou Xingdang was okay?Are you crazy?If someone caught this and waited for it to become popular, wouldn't it be real black material?

He suppressed his anger and pushed open the door of the box.

The inside immediately became quiet, and everyone looked at the uninvited guest at the door.

The uninvited guest——Song Zhi didn't come in in a hurry, he leaned against the door, looked around, and said with a smile, "Yo, what a coincidence, where are you drinking... milk?!"

The ending sound rises, mixed with disbelief.

In Zhou Xingdang's hand.

It is Wahaha AD calcium milk.