The pure A boy group got mixed up with an Omega

Coming out of the shower, Si Jiamu saw Ke Haoyan lying on the side looking at his phone, raised his leg and kicked him lightly, "Still lying on the floor? Go take a shower soon."

Ke Haoyan got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Hearing the sound of dripping water coming from the bathroom, Si Jiamu took out his mobile phone, and was going to contact Yang Yu to ask about the situation of the remaining three people, but he was too sleepy, his eyelids were fighting so badly, so he just fell asleep. up.

When Ke Haoyan came out, he saw such a scene, he smiled softly, went over to straighten Si Jiamu's body, then turned off the light and went to sleep.

Before going to bed, he didn't forget to send a message to Cheng Yihao. After confirming the schedule, he felt that it was a bit early.

The next morning, Ke Haoyan got up earlier and bought breakfast for Si Jiamu, so that he could eat it when he woke up.

With a good rest and a good breakfast, Si Jiamu pulled himself together.

Cheng Yihao wanted to seriously engage in the talent show, and the acting fee for him was not low, and the requirements were naturally high—unlike in the past, when a tutor only needed to appear at a specific recording node, and usually came to teach when he had free time, Cheng Yihao Yihao asked the instructor and the trainees to eat and live together as much as possible. If they find it difficult, they can stay in the hotel arranged by the program group, and they can go to the practice room within 15 minutes to guide and accompany the trainees.

Si Jiamu is not the type to be a good teacher, but since he has taken over this job, he must be serious and responsible.

When he arrived in the practice room, most of the lights inside were on. Si Jiamu opened one of them, expecting to see a classroom full of people, but Xiangta was the only one.

"Senior Kamu." Shouta was practicing basic dance steps, saw him in the mirror, and immediately ran over to say hello, his small eyes kept looking behind him.

"He'll be here in a while." Si Jiamu saw through his thoughts at a glance, and explained, "I left the water glass at the hotel, and he went back to help me get it."

"Oh." Xiangta agreed, his tone could not hide his disappointment, but the moment he looked at Si Jiamu, his eyes lit up again, "Senior Jiamu, Senior Haoyan is so kind to you."

Hearing this, Si Jiamu frowned, "I'm pretty good to him too."

When the two were talking, Ke Haoyan had already run over with the cup. He greeted the photographer, and passed it to Si Jiamu, but the other party grabbed his wrist.

"Haoyan, let me introduce you." Si Jiamu looked at Xiangta and raised his eyebrows, "This is your loyal fan, Xiangta. Do you remember the rap performed yesterday?"

"I remember." Ke Haoyan answered so bluntly that both of them were a little surprised, "Our two stage styles are pretty similar."

He explained a sentence, looked at Shota meaningfully, and finally felt that although he was young, after all these years of debut, he could barely be regarded as a senior, so he had to remind this person, "There are some movements during rap. If possible, You'd better redesign it yourself."

After speaking, he leaned close to Si Jiamu's ear, said a few words to him, and then disappeared into the camera.

Xiangta hadn't realized it all of a sudden, but at the end he came to his senses, first in disbelief, then surprise and excitement, and finally a little lost, "Senior Jiamu, did you say that Senior Haoyan meant that I imitated him? "

"No." Si Jiamu lowered his head and smiled, defending Ke Haoyan, "He's just telling you that a rapper must have his own attitude."

"is it?"

"Of course. He just likes to pretend to be cool in front of outsiders. He always says half of what he says and lets others guess the rest. He always thinks it looks deep and sophisticated." Si Jiamu sighed "tsk tsk tsk" while shaking his head, " In fact, this is naive, and it is easy to cause misunderstandings, are you right?"

"Ah? Ask me?" Xiangta was cueed again, not ready yet, staring at Si Jiamu with round eyes in a daze, "I think it's cute."

Si Jiamu: ...

"Forget it, why are you telling me this?" Si Jiamu sat cross-legged on the ground, took the grade evaluation record book, opened the page where he found Xiangta, and looked up at him, "Your fan filter is too heavy, you need to Break it."

Xiangta feels that he is okay, after all, some fans love him more deeply than him.But compared to this, he seems to have discovered a remarkable point.

"Senior Jiamu, I find that every time Senior Haoyan is mentioned, you seem to be more talkative than usual, and you will have a lot of small expressions and gestures."

Hearing this, Si Jiamu was taken aback, "Do I have any?"

Shota nodded firmly.

Si Jiamu raised his eyebrows, glanced at Ke Haoyan who was reading a book after glancing at the camera, and smiled, "Maybe, after all, we are teammates who face each other day and night. It's normal to be kind. But you can't enjoy this treatment. I don't believe in talent, so I just Believe in hard work. So next, get ready for the devil training."

When he said these words, his tone was very flat, and he didn't deliberately exaggerate the tense atmosphere at all, but Shota felt a chill on his back, and a little cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Si Jiamu lowered his head, and began to check Xiangta's skills by looking at the grade evaluation record.

Compared to rap, Shota may not be that good at dancing, but if he is in a men's group, he won't pull his hips, and his vocals are not bad, he belongs to the ACE type of player.

He was very aware of his strength, so he wasn't worried at all when Si Jiamu put forward the evaluation, but after the song finished, Si Jiamu's frown became deeper and deeper. After all, he didn't have much stage experience, and his psychological quality was not that good. In the end, he almost got into a fight with his feet, but Si Jiamu got up quickly and supported him.

"Your lower body is not stable." Si Jiamu pointed out his most fatal problem in one sentence, "If the strength of the lower body cannot keep up, dancing will always appear light and light, without a sense of strength, and the movements will not be clean and neat. A lot to watch."

Hearing this, Xiangta nodded silently, secretly sighing in his heart, he deserves to be the dancer of HIT, and he can hit the nail on the head when he sees the problem.

"You do physical fitness first, it will help you."

After Si Jiamu finished speaking, he left and went to check the remaining classrooms.

Looking at the lights in the practice room, I thought everyone was training, but after entering, there were no more than five people in a classroom, and the practice room was completed, and all the trainees who practiced together were only 20 people.

Si Jiamu knew that this was just work and shouldn't be so serious, but he was somewhat angry.

As Cheng Yihao said, these 100 people came here to work hard for their dreams. Who would work hard on the bed?Who will fall asleep first?

He took a few deep and long breaths through his nose, and found a corner in the practice room to sit down.

Other mentors have also arrived one after another, and 100 trainees have not yet arrived.

Ke Haoyan quickly noticed the change in his mood, greeted the photographer, entered the practice room, sat down beside Si Jiamu, bent down, turned his head sideways, and looked at him from bottom to top, " What's the matter? Are you in a bad mood?"

Si Jiamu met his gaze and thought the posture of the two was very funny, so he sat up straight and didn't make things difficult for his neck.

"It's nothing, I just have trouble with myself." Si Jiamu seldom confides to Ke Haoyan, most of the time it's just perfunctory, and he usually digests the specific content by himself.

But this time, Ke Haoyan doesn't seem to be so easy to deceive. I don't know when he started to ask the bottom line, "Why can't I get along with myself? Is it because of Song Yuhao?"

He asked, but felt that it shouldn't be. Today, he inquired about Song Yuhao's activity route in advance, trying to avoid the embarrassment of the two of them staying in the same practice room.

If the problem is not with Song Yuhao, then Si Jiamu has only been in contact with trainees so far.

He suddenly figured it out.

The memory goes back to when they were trainees.

At that time, everyone was still a small group, just at the age when they loved to play, love to play, and act like a baby. He remembered that he always liked to play games with other trainees, but every time he went to see Si Jiamu, he would touch his nose. Ash.

Jiamu tried so hard that he didn't even fit in with them.

While they were still sleeping, Jiamu had already got up and went to the practice room; when they were resting between classes, Jiamu was already standing aside to review the newly learned movements; at night, everyone was so tired that they wanted to sleep on the floor of the practice room as a bed Jiamu can still find a small open space to practice for another hour.

He didn't know how Jiamu persisted at that time, he only remembered the weekly evaluation, monthly evaluation, and general evaluation at that time, and the No.1 every time was Jiamu.

In the later stage, the trainees gradually began to be eliminated, and everyone was in danger, only Si Jiamu remained calm as if nothing had ever happened.

In the end, Ke Haoyan practiced day and night, and finally entered the debut position based on his strength. The five of them practiced the debut song together. His foundation was a little weaker, and his memorization movements were always slower than others. At that time, Si Jiamu was like this. A bottle of water, sitting in the corner of the practice room, staring straight at him, after a long time, finally got up, and came to practice with him.

He worked tirelessly over and over again, emphasizing the point of exertion, for several nights, and finally barely passed Jiamu's test.

During the teaching process, Jiamu seemed to have been in a situation like today. Ke Haoyan went over with the coffee he just bought, carefully tested, and asked him what was wrong.

At that time, he also answered like this, "It's okay, I just have trouble with myself."

When I was young, I didn't know what this sentence meant, but now I understand it.

Obviously knowing that these are pressures from others, but because I feel that I have such a little relationship with myself, so I bear all the burden on myself, isn't it just that I can't live with myself?

Ke Haoyan looked at him and felt distressed.

Obviously, Si Jiamu felt very alienated, as if there was an air wall around him, locking himself in it and isolating him from other irrelevant people.