The real young master was forced to debut [entertainment circle]

Shang Yan's voice echoed in the practice room, the trainees all stopped and looked towards the door together.

Shang Lianyin stood up slowly with her hands on the floor, slightly hunched over and walked out.

A group of trainees wanted to catch up and listen, Guan Sheng came in with a bag of milk tea and stopped them back: "Come on, thank you, brother Yan brought you milk tea."

Guan Sheng passed by one by one, Jin Junjie was drinking milk tea, and unconsciously glanced outside the door.

"What do you mean Brother Yan is looking for Brother Yin?" He poked Siran, and Siran shrank back, "How do I know?"

"I also sent milk tea, he must be trying to bribe us," Jin Junjie took a sip, the sweetness rushed into his heart and couldn't help but licked his lips, "It's so sweet~ It's great to have brother Yin here, there is free milk tea every day drink."

Shang Lianyin was leaning against the wall, with one hand in her trouser pocket, looking tired, and she didn't take the initiative to speak, but raised her eyebrows as a greeting.

Seeing his appearance, Shang Yan felt distressed unconsciously, and asked with concern: "Brother, you don't have much energy, are you feeling unwell?"

Hearing this soft voice, Shang Lianyin only felt his scalp go numb.

"Don't call me brother, I'm not used to it." He opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse and forceful.

It's just a simple title for others, and he doesn't think it's anything, even if the prisoners in the prison call him "Little Brother", he won't mind.

The only one who was related to him by blood, Brother Ming made him at a loss.

"You didn't say you weren't used to others calling you brother. They all do, but I can't?" Shang Yan's face fell instantly, his brows drooped slightly, and he muttered dissatisfiedly, "I think the little girl called Brother, you are quite used to it."

"She's different from you, she's my sister."

Shang Yan: "..."

Although they were separated for several years because of their prison sentences, but he and Song Sinan have been in trouble for so many years, and their relationship with Shang Yan must be deeper than that of Shang Yan.

They crawled out of the dead together, he could go without food for several days just to buy her a small cake, and she could also beg Li Li to take him to the hospital for treatment for him, kneeling in the heavy rain for four or five hours.

The relationship between them cannot be compared with a bouquet of flowers, a meal, or a word of concern from others.

"She's your sister, and I'm your brother? Why don't you..." Shang Yan muttered, but was interrupted in the middle of the sentence, "I haven't known you for half a month, so you are my brother." , I don't have much relationship with you."

One sentence was like a sharp thorn piercing into Shang Yan's heart, piercing him to pieces.

Shang Yan clutched his chest, fearing that he would vomit three liters of blood: "Stop talking, I won't bark if you don't like to hear me, and this problem will stop here."

If he continued, he would be injured internally.

Is he crazy?Why are you naively arguing with him about this kind of issue.He was right, they didn't have any feelings in the first place, and they used to be able to force their way into his world by relying on their blood relationship, but now he doesn't even have the confidence to do so.

He is really not qualified to compare with others.

"Why don't you fight for the C position?" Shang Yan returned to the topic, quietly walked to his side, and stood side by side with him against the wall.

His answer was still perfunctory and lazy: "Do I still need to fight for C now?"

Shang Yan: "..."

You can't rely on good looks, don't work hard!

"Before you, you were not very active. Even though you were injured, you still wanted to PK. You obviously love the stage."

"Do you think it's love?" He seemed to have heard something funny, "It's probably because you misunderstood. I just want the people who deserve to be rewarded to get what they deserve."

If his debut can solve the problem, then he will make his debut, but now, it's not the case anymore.

He no longer has the need to stand on stage, and along the way loses all motivation.

Shang Yan watched the flames ignite in his eyes, and then watched the flames dim.

Thinking of him being driven into a desperate situation, and thinking of him jumping off the building without hesitation in his dream, his heart tightened, and his eyes were inexplicably sore: "I'm sorry, I was too self-willed, I shouldn't have made things difficult for you, I just want you Retire, I..."

Dreaming that you died in a game.

If the dream had been clearer, if he had known that Shang Muhan and An Ge did it, if Yin Qing had not given full power to Yin Qing that day, but kept guarding in front of the Internet all the time, would he have experienced those things?

But the damage has already been done, so what's the use of saying that?

He choked for a moment, then calmed down and continued: "If you don't like it, you can retire. No one insists you make your debut. You don't have to force yourself to do things you don't want to do."

Shang Lianyin stared at the ceiling above her head, her eyes touched the lights, her eyes were full of halos: "I didn't force myself, I signed the contract."

The company just let him stay in this competition, and didn't say that he must make his C debut. Now he doesn't need to force himself to do things.

Of course, staying because of the company is just an excuse.A large part of the reason for not leaving is that he doesn't know what to do now.

After satisfying the basic physiological needs, people will pursue higher-level desires, such as safety, belonging, love, respect, and self-realization...

In the eyes of others, he has everything, money, reputation, status... All he needs to do is to pursue his dreams, realize his self-worth, and do what he wants to do.

But in fact, he feels that he is still in the stage of seeking a sense of belonging.Pursuing things of higher value will only make him more emptiness and powerlessness.

That family was too strange to him, and he couldn't accept that his uncle who had been called him for so many years became his father, nor could he accept that he had a younger brother who suddenly appeared.

It is even more unacceptable that in order to protect the two people who died in the explosion, his parents became his aunt and uncle.

In the past, he regarded them as his biological parents, and only thought that their protection came from the parents' love for their children, but now how should he live with those guilt.

With two lives in between, he can't find any reason to accept a happy life, he doesn't deserve it.

Staying here may give him a short-term habitat, and he doesn't know where he can go after leaving the show.

"It's very good here, with food and housing included, and the pressure of life is not too great. I am very satisfied with life here."

Shang Yan stood awkwardly, not knowing how to comfort him: "But you don't look happy now."

"What does it matter if you are happy or not? Who cares, being alive is more important than being happy."

"I still have to go back to practice. From now on, don't call me private except for things related to teaching. I don't want to cause unnecessary anxiety for others." He laughed, put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked towards the practice room.

"I care." He put his hand on the doorknob, and wanted to go in, when suddenly Shang Yan's voice came from behind him.

Shang Lianyin was in a daze, unable to react: "What?"

"I said I care, I care about whether you are happy, whether you are energetic, whether you are safe and healthy. Not only me, but also your dad, and your fans, every one of us cares about you, We all want you to be happy."

Shang Lianyin paused, turned around, met that sincere gaze, and laughed in a low voice: "Because I'm Shang Lianyin?"

Shang Yan was stunned by those eyes: "Well, because you are Shang Lianyin."

"But what if I wasn't? Would you still care about me?" He turned around and stared at him blankly, his eyes were as deep as a pool of cold water, as if a beast was being pressed in his body and might break free at any time.

"If I wasn't Shang Lianyin, would you care about my life?"

"I sigh sadly and you will only think that I don't want to make progress. I am paddling on the show, and the fans will just tell me to get out of the show group and give way early. Look, your relationship is so shallow."

"I haven't lived with you, and have been together. Have you ever understood me? How can you say you care about me, care about me, and love me?"

"Shang Yan, you don't care about me, you just care about that name, that identity, don't deceive yourself, you..." His words suddenly stopped, and a hug rushed towards him.

Those hands wrapped around his neck tightly, like a snake wrapped her tightly around her, almost suffocating him.

His body was forced to lower to match his posture.He grabbed Shang Yan's hand instead, and in the next second he felt a damp heat falling from the top of his head.

"You have to give others a chance to understand you." Shang Yan's voice rang close to his ears.

At that moment, Shang Lianyin only felt her head go numb, and the blood all over her body was boiling.

"You are you, your identity, blood, personality, and appearance are inseparable from you. No matter what other people love about you, it is a part of you."

"Fans can admire your talent, be greedy for your appearance, appreciate your character, and even envy your identity as the young master of the Shang family. Everyone likes something different, and there is nothing wrong with it. Your family loves you very much, and your fans also love you." Love you."

"You have to love yourself a little more."

"Crazy." Shang Lianyin didn't know how she pushed him away, nor did she know how embarrassing she was when she fled in a hurry.

He just wanted to leave that place of right and wrong as soon as possible, and he didn't want to listen to another nonsense from him to shake his mind.

He slumped on the floor, Jin Junjie saw him coming in, and handed the cup of milk tea that belonged to him to him: "Your three-point sugar."

He took the cup of milk tea, got up, opened the door and threw the milk tea into the trash can.

Shang Yan stood guard at the door blankly, watching him go out, watching him throw the milk tea into the trash can, and watching him close the door of the practice room.

"Brother Yan... are you okay..." Guan Sheng asked him cautiously, Shang Yan stared at the trash can for half a second, then turned around without saying a word.

Guan Sheng saw him leave in a fit of anger, and hurriedly followed: "Brother Yan, don't be sad, the young master doesn't like milk tea, next time we will see you off."

What was obtained was silence.

"fire" is in pure English, and the vocal music and dance are extremely difficult.

The most rare part, the vocal range spans the thirteenth scale. Even with Siran's strength, it is a bit difficult to sing vocals. Every training is very taxing for his voice, and he dare not practice too many times.

Excellent in training, when the time comes to make mistakes on stage, the gain outweighs the gain.

On the other hand, Ling Jinbai, the vocalist in Group B, went up easily. After all, he has already made his debut in vocals. Compared with Jin Yu in the same group, he has the advantage of being younger, and he has a little more field control ability than Siran.

In terms of overall strength, Group B is significantly stronger than Group A.

In addition to the gap in strength, memorizing words is also a difficulty.

Jin Junjie's rapper level is not bad, but his English level is a bit worrying, and Han Xu and Liu Hao are even worse.

If Jin Junjie is at the primary school level, then the other two are at the kindergarten level, and the most familiar English song is the alphabet song.

Siran finished high school at least, and his English level is so-so. Gong Gaoyi made his debut abroad before, and he could barely cope with it after practicing oral English for a while.

For a whole day, the two of them were either teaching dance or correcting their pronunciation.

"Heardrumsthunder,..." Gong Gaoyi made a tune.

Jin Junjie followed suit: "Hei hits his eyes and kills Sander..."

Gong Gaoyi: "..."

"Fuck, it's hopeless! Let's go back to the furnace and rebuild!" After the nth failed attempt, Gong Gaoyi rationally announced his departure and threw the lyrics sheet in his hand on the floor.

What a sin to be selected into this group.

He has already admitted that it is worse than Group B.

On the surface, it seems that everyone's strength is quite balanced, but there is no one who is particularly top-notch, and the only top-notch one has been paddling.

Except for a symbolic attendance during the co-produced walk, at other times, the buttocks fell to the ground as if they had taken root, as if they were boneless.

Gong Gaoyi glanced at Shang Lianyin who was sitting in the practice room with his eyes closed for a nap at the end, and he felt that he was holding back and waiting to get off work.

Seeing that it was almost six o'clock, Shang Lianyin looked at the clock on the top of the practice room and lazily got up.

As soon as he opened the door, Shang Jingxing's gorgeous face suddenly appeared in front of him: "Zai Zai, Dad is off work, come and give me a hug."

He glanced lightly, looked behind him, Shang Yan curled his lips at him, with a little provocation in his eyes.

Shang Lianyin: "..."

Really, how old are you still complaining.