The society fears how hard the trainees can fight to stutter

Hearing Ran Heng's suggestion, Su Yang pondered.

"I'll try." Su Yang said.

"Come on, I'm going to wash up first." Ran Heng said with a smile.

Su Yang looked at his little notebook, and the animations he had watched began to appear in his mind.

Then all kinds of knife plots hidden deep in the memory emerged.

Su Yang: ...

Gan!He stabbed himself again!

In addition, at this time, Ran Heng, who was taking a bath in the bathroom, played a sad love song.

Su Yang felt his emotions rise in an instant.

He gritted his teeth and wrote furiously in the small notebook.

After Ran Heng came out of the shower, he wiped his hair and asked, "How's the writing going?"

He didn't hear Su Yang's answer, Ran Heng raised his head, and saw Su Yang with a sad and indignant face quickly scribbling on the small notebook with a pen.

Ran Heng:? ? ?

"Suyang, what's wrong with you?" Ran Heng asked cautiously.

"It's nothing, I just think it's getting cold." Su Yang said quietly.

Ran Heng:? ? ?

Although the time to enter this program is not short, but it will not go directly from summer to winter, right?

"Are you cold? Have you caught a cold?" Ran Heng asked.

"My heart has long been as cold as my sword." Su Yang said in a low voice.

Ran Heng:? ? ?

What's the matter with the second line?

Could it be that when Su Yang was writing lyrics, he was too involved in the drama and couldn't get out?

"Um, how is your writing?"

"What's the use of writing more words, those who want to give them will never read." Su Yang sighed.

Ran Heng:? ? ?

He was sure that Su Yang was immersed in the artistic conception of his own writing and couldn't get out.

"If you finish writing, why don't you go to bed, you've been tired all day." Ran Heng asked cautiously.

"I dare not sleep, I am afraid that when I wake up, I will be the only one left in the world."

"...and me, don't worry, the world won't end, come down, take a shower and go to sleep, I have to practice dancing tomorrow."

Hearing the word practice dance, Su Yang came back to his senses a little. He glanced at Ran Heng, closed the small book, put it under the pillow, and then climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

Ran Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

He hasn't watched anime much, so he really doesn't know how to talk to Su Yang, whose soul is burning in the middle school.

Fortunately, Su Yang still looks quite obedient, although what he said was a bit shameful, but at least he didn't suddenly pretend to pull out something from behind, and then said it was his weapon, and he was going to rule the world or something.

Then he really didn't know how to answer the conversation.

Maybe you have to tell Su Yang directly that there are airplanes and cannons in this world, and you are dead before you take out your weapons, so that you can wake him up from the secondary world.

After taking a bath, Su Yang returned to bed again. This time, he finished his homework and fell asleep quickly without any psychological burden.

"We're back!" The dormitory door was pushed open, and Xin Xiayang and Qiu Yi'an came back.

"Hush—" Ran Heng pointed to Su Yang who was sleeping on the bed and said.

"Su Yang went to bed so early today?" Qiu Yi'an whispered.

"Maybe I was too tired from dancing, and I was still writing lyrics just now, which took a lot of thinking." Ran Heng explained.

"Writing lyrics? Doesn't Mr. Ron have some works?" Qiu Yi'an asked in surprise.

Ran Heng relayed the words Su Yang explained to Qiu Yi'an.

"It turns out that Su Yang can write rap words by himself, so amazing." Qiu Yi'an looked at Su Yang on the bed with admiration: "I want to see what kind of words he writes."

Ran Heng thought of Su Yang, who had just quietly said the lines of the second class: ...

"You'll know when they perform. It might be a surprise. You have to be mentally prepared." Ran Heng said.

"Surprise? Great! I'm looking forward to it now!" Qiu Yi'an said happily.

The next morning, Su Yang was woken up by Ran Heng.

"Suyang? Suyang? Wake up, it's time to find a mentor for a meal." Ran Heng said softly.

Su Yang rubbed his eyes, and it took him a long time to wake up.

Turning his head, Su Yang found that Ran Heng was looking at him worriedly.

Su Yang cast a puzzled look at Ran Heng.

Seeing that Su Yang seemed to have returned to normal, Ran Heng heaved a sigh of relief.

"Come down and wash up."

Su Yang nodded, climbed out of bed, washed up and followed Ran Heng to the cafeteria for dinner.

After eating, the two separated, Ran Heng went to see Teacher Yu Xinghe, and Su Yang went to see Teacher Ron.

Su Yang went back to the dormitory to look for his notebook.

He climbed onto the bed, took out his small book from under the pillow, opened it from the back and took a look, then he froze.

Is this... this word written by him?

The old Two-dimensional's word made him feel a little overwhelmed, it was too strong.

But it's too late to rewrite a copy now, and it's definitely not good if you can't hand in the homework.

Holding a small notebook, Su Yang entered Ron's practice room with a stiff expression.

"Morning, Su Yang, how did you sleep?" Shang Yi arrived early, saw Su Yang coming in, and warmly invited him to sit next to him.

Su Yang sat next to Shang Yi with a dejected face.

"What's the matter? How is the writing?" Shang Yi asked curiously.

Su Yang glanced at Shang Yi resentfully.

It was because he was too involved in discussing anime with Shang Yi yesterday, which caused him to re-remember some anime that had been a bit blurred in his memory.

...including lines from these anime.

Shang Yi looked back at Su Yang innocently.

Before Su Yang could reply, the door of the practice room was opened, and Ron walked in.

The trainees stood up and greeted Ron.

"How is your writing? I finished mine." Ron smiled and raised the paper in his hand.

"We're done too!"

"I think I wrote pretty well!"

"Teacher Ron, show me mine!"

"Don't worry, let's come one by one." Ron led the trainees to sit in a circle in the middle of the practice room.

"Let's go in the order we divided yesterday, who's the first one?" Ron asked.

"Teacher, me!" A trainee raised his hand.

"Okay, here you go," Ron said.

The trainee looked at the word in his hand openly and began to read it to all the trainees.

Su Yang was stupid.

Originally, he had hoped that Mr. Ron would help him adjust the tune, but this was directly punished publicly.

Thinking of the words he wrote, Su Yang felt that he had already become embarrassed for himself in advance.

Hearing the words written by this trainee, Su Yang could fully perceive the difference between his style and theirs.

The other trainees beside him were already shaking their heads following the trainee's words, with appreciative smiles on their faces.

It is clear that they write words in the same style!

This made Su Yang even more out of place!

He turned his head to look at Shang Yi beside him who was also listening intently.

Now it's embarrassing to be with him... No, the only one who maintains a consistent style is Shang Yi.

Ron praised the trainee, then helped him fine-tune the words, and then changed to the next one.

The next one is Shang Yi, Su Yang looked at Shang Yi expectantly.

Then I found out that Shang Yi's words were also normal!

Su Yang: ...

We agreed that there are two of you, are you two-dimensional?

Su Yang has already started to glance towards the door next to the practice room, thinking about what excuse he should find to avoid today's class.

Give him another chance and let him rewrite the words again!

"Suyang, it's your turn." Ron shouted.

Su Yang: ...

He covered his stomach and said in a very low voice, "Teacher, my stomach hurts."

"Huh?" Su Yang's voice was too low for Ron to hear clearly.

Su Yang: ...

He was too bad at lying, he had exhausted his courage to say that he had a stomachache just now, and now he couldn't say it if he was asked to do it again.

Su Yang could only hold his stomach and dawdly walk to Ron's side.

"Suyang, are you ready? Let's follow the beat." Ron said to Suyang.

Su Yang: ...

"Teacher, please read it for me..." Su Yang opened his small notebook and handed it over.

"It's okay, you have to trust your own words, just come here." Ron waved his hand.

Su Yang: ...

It's not that he doesn't believe in his words, it's just that his words are only suitable for two-dimensional play, not three-dimensional.

Su Yang anxiously looked around at the trainees around him.

"The speed at which the cherry blossoms fall, I walked the road with you. Pick up the dusty sword for you, and betray the whole world for you..."

Su Yang read more and more quietly.

The trainee next to him looked expectant, but the head of the trainee who had already shaken his head with the prelude of the beat gradually froze.

They looked at Su Yang in bewilderment.