Debut foil plan

In the blink of an eye, the first stage of "Broken Cocoon" came to an end. Among the more than 30 people behind Yu Mo, there was no one from Class A. Yu Mo became the last person to enter Class A.

Jia PD took his hand card to the center of the stage and announced the evaluation results of the initial stage: "This time we have selected 5 Class A, they are Song Linnan from LN Entertainment, Chen Changxing from Meihe Media, Zhang Ye from New Century Media, Zheng Yang, and personal student Yu Mo, congratulations!"

The five people sitting in the central auditorium stood up after being called, and there was applause of celebration.

Jia PD waited for the applause to end, and continued to announce: "The following will announce the number of people in each class."

Lin He'an withdrew his clapping hands back into his coat pockets, lowered his head close to Shen Zhuo's ear and complained, "Tsk tsk tsk, Class A reads the names of people, we read the numbers, there's such a difference."

After hearing this, Shen Zhuo replied: "After all, we must give these first wave of people who entered Class A a few more shots."

Lin Hean shrugged his shoulders and said it didn't matter, because he was always one of the seven people behind him, as if some people were born in Rome, and he was among them.

Jia PD announced the number of each class. In the end, there were 12 students in Class B, 26 students in Class C, 27 students in Class D, and 29 students in Class F.

The first recording of "Break Out of the Cocoon" was completely over, and the director released them after announcing that the dormitory would let them come early at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning.

Shen Zhuo glanced at the time on the phone, it was already 2 o'clock in the morning, and the recording time far exceeded expectations.

Seeing Shen Zhuo's movements, Lin He'an explained a few words to his assistant and immediately pulled him away and ran out: "Let's go, don't worry about the time, this is the last big meal, as you have seen, the food in the cafeteria can be ordered There is no oil or water! After staying for a hundred days, even if you can't die, you will lose half your life!"

Seeing his exaggerated rhetoric, Shen Zhuo let him go, and the two went all the way to the snack street near the hotel where they were staying.

Lin He'an held Shen Zhuo's shoulders, and while searching left and right for snacks that could be eaten, he did not forget to sigh: "Fortunately, there are street stalls in big cities, otherwise we would have to eat unnutritious takeaways in hotels."

Lin He'an's tone seemed to be that what he wanted to eat was Shiquan Dabu Tang, and Shen Zhuo had already gotten used to it, so he didn't answer.

Lin and An pulled him to a small frying stand and stopped. While picking out their favorite skewers from the shelf with an iron plate, they turned their heads and asked, "Zhaozi, what do you want to eat?"

Shen Zhuo glanced at it. The oiled stove was really not clean. He picked it very much since he was a child. He pursed his lips and there was nothing he wanted to eat, but it was not good for Lin Hean, so he picked it from the shelf. Some oyster mushrooms and green vegetables.

"The boss fried these, put more spice, and two bottles of cold beer."

Lin He'an handed over the selected plate with familiarity, and the boss said "Okay", which made Shen Zhuo feel that Lin He'an, who ordered the food, was a little more lively.

"Brother, I didn't expect you to be quite proficient?" Shen Zhuo couldn't help asking.

Lin Hean smiled and handed Shen Zhuo a mazza from the roadside stall, and replied: "When I was young, my parents were not at home. Although the aunt who cooked was good, she would get tired of eating too much. Occasionally, she would go out and sell it at a stall near home. pause."

After Shen Zhuo heard this, he realized that he was talking too much, and it caused other people's sadness. The atmosphere became awkward all of a sudden, and he still couldn't comfort others.Fortunately, the boss's beer arrived in time. The beer was still steaming when it was taken out of the incubator. The boss opened the beer one by one in front of the two with a bottle opener.

Lin and An thanked the boss, picked up the beer bottle and poured a glass for each of them: "You have just turned 18 and haven't had a drink yet. Try it, it's a good thing!"

Shen Zhuo held the wine glass with his right hand, looked at the orange-yellow liquid in it, thought of the TV series about getting drunk and unspeakable things that happened after drinking, he had long wanted to taste what wine was like.

He lowered his head and took a sip, the cold liquid slid down his throat along the tip of his tongue, he could even feel the cold touch passing through his intestines, and finally there was only a slight bitterness left in his mouth, he took two bites of his tongue to feel it Sweet aftertaste.

Lin He'an has been observing his expression, and seeing Shen Zhuo drank the cup, he raised his eyebrows and flicked his tongue at him: "How is it, does it taste good?"

Shen Zhuo responded to him with actions, and poured himself another cup.

Lin Hean also filled himself up again, and at this time the fried skewers were brought to the table for the two of them.

The two ate and drank at the same time, if they hadn't taken off their exaggerated performance costumes, they would look like two high school students who escaped from late night self-study to eat and drink.

Shen Zhuo's face turned red after drinking half a bottle, perhaps it was the first time he drank alcohol, and he felt his ears burning.

Shen Zhuo picked up a bunch of cumin-wrapped oyster mushrooms, bit them into his mouth from the stick, and chewed twice, then pointed at the half-eaten stick to Lin Hean, whose eyes were a little confused: "Brother, why do you want to enter the entertainment industry?" circle?"

Seeing the state of the person opposite, Lin Hean patted Shen Zhuo's face in disbelief: "No way, the wine is so poor, so you're drunk?"

Lin Hean had just poured the beer in his hand, and the cold temperature of the beer still remained on his hand. Shen Zhuo's face was already hot, but Lin Hean slapped him, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand and slapped it away. Say I won't help you!"

Shen Zhuo's words were blurred at the end, and he flicked his tongue out, and even couldn't help taking off his coat because of his hot ears and throwing it on the horse tie next to him.

Lin Hean was a little surprised by the appearance of the person in front of him. He usually looked old-fashioned and omniscient, but now he looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy when he was drunk.

"For one person."

Lin and An rarely answered Shen Zhuo seriously, even if he was a drunk Shen Zhuo.After Shen Zhuo heard this, he didn't continue to ask. Even though he was drunk, he kept the bottom line in his heart. After hearing the answer, he stretched out his hand to Lin He'an: "Brother, I will help you."

Shen Zhuo's sudden youthful loyalty made Lin He'an's heart rippling in circles, even though it was an obligation within Shen Zhuo's contract, but when the young man said it sincerely, Lin He'an still felt the shallow ripples. Patting his heart, he laughed, the first time he smiled as gently as his appearance, he grasped Shen Zhuo's hand and replied: "Okay."

The two teenagers who were clasping hands reached a consensus at this moment, but the gentle smile on the corners of Lin and An's mouths couldn't hold back the next moment, and the warmth and loyalty of the two teenagers disappeared instantly.

"Brother, why do I feel that my elbow is so hot and oily."

Shen Zhuo squinted at Lin He with myopic eyes. The corners of Lin He'an's mouths twitched and they hammered the table with their unshakable hands. They gritted their teeth and replied, "That's because you put your elbow on my fried skewer plate!"

Shen Zhuo's eyes were still blurred, and he followed Lin Hean's words to look at his elbow, and saw that his bare elbow was just pressing on Lin Hean's favorite snowflake chicken steak.

Shen Zhuo blinked, and when he realized what kind of posture he had ruined Lin Hean's chicken chops, he was half awake in an instant, coughed a few times in embarrassment, and then shouted at the back of the boss: "That...boss! Come on again Skewered Chicken Chop!"

"It's not chicken chops, you should wipe it clean first." Lin He'an really couldn't see the oil stains on Shen Zhuo's arms, so he took out a few napkins and handed them to the person opposite, only then did Shen Zhuo realize the greasyness brought by the chicken chops again Feeling, after taking the paper towel and wiping it a few times, there is still an oily smell and stickiness.

Melancholy was written all over Shen Zhuo's face, and finally he couldn't help standing up: "I'm going to buy a pack of wet wipes, you eat first."

Lin Hean pointed to the way they came here, and said, "There is a 24-hour supermarket over there, go and have a look."

Shen Zhuo returned an ok gesture and walked towards the direction pointed by Lin and An. He hadn't gone far when a gust of wind blew and the leaves on both sides "squeaked" and made his dizziness completely blown away. scattered.

The supermarket is a chain store, not too big or too small, with a fairly complete range of items. He walked to the daily necessities section, took a pack of wet wipes, and then walked towards the counter.

The cashier was a little girl about his age. She picked up a wet wipe, scanned the barcode and put it back in front of Shen Zhuo: "Ten yuan."

Shen Zhuo's mobile phone has already been adjusted to the payment code interface. The cashier scanned it with the code scanner, and then looked up at him. The cashier glanced at him carelessly, but who knew that he raised his head again and looked at Shen Zhuo face sweep.

The cashier looked at the studio not far across the road again, thinking that it was the recording site of the newborn, and pointed at Shen Zhuo "you you you" for a long time, but no "you" came out to explain why.

"Did you admit the wrong person?" Shen Zhuo thought that the little girl probably didn't know him. He was still very young when he became famous, and most people now have no impression of him. He didn't show his face after that, and it was probably just a guess for him. , So I found a topic and turned away.

"Help me figure this out." Shen Zhuo casually took a pack of disposable masks from the counter and put them on the counter. The little girl thought for a long time but couldn't figure out who it was, so she had to scan the barcode and let Shen Zhuo pay the money and walk away left the supermarket.

Shen Zhuo stuffed the disposable mask into his pocket, took apart the wet towel and wiped it on his elbow twice to completely wipe off the greasy feeling caused by the oil.

Shen Zhuo threw the used tissues into the trash can by the side of the road. When he looked up, he saw a circle surrounded by girls on the other side of the road. He thought to himself which unlucky guy was surrounded by fans again.

The so-called nothing to do with oneself was so high, Shen Zhuo didn't even have the mood to see who it was, and he was about to leave the scene in a few steps. He didn't know about this unlucky guy until he heard "Song Linnan" in the girl's scream Who was it, and stopped in his tracks by a strange coincidence.

"Song Linnan! Can I sign it?!"

"Nannan! I like you very much!"

"Brother! Brother! Are you recording a show here?!"

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Shen Zhuo thought it was an ordinary fan meeting Song Linnan and asking for an autograph, until most of the fans uniformly took out a professional camera to shoot Song Linnan. with signature.

Standing on the other side of the road, Shen Zhuo looked at Song Lin who was surrounded, thinking, this is an illegitimate meal.

When he stepped on the edge of the road where no vehicles passed by, he felt that he was possessed. On the empty road, only the sound of the wind blowing the leaves was left in his ears, and he could only see Song Linnan in the crowd. , everyone else lost their color.

He couldn't control his steps towards Song Linnan step by step, and then grabbed Song Linnan's wrist and said to the fans who were still approaching: "Sorry, he has an appointment with you, and I will borrow your brother first."