I struggled to survive in a girl group [Transmigration Book]

The first time Yi Zhuo met Wen Ling was in the trainee dormitory.

The dormitory is a four-person room, with people on the bed and under the table. At that time, there were three days before the official start of filming, and only two of them came to the dormitory.

Yi Zhuo looked at the nameplate at the door, and besides her, there were three other people, one was a trainee from a big company, one was a small Internet celebrity, and the other was Wen Ling, whom she had never heard of, most likely she was a Amateur.

In fact, she is also an amateur herself. Although she participated in a rap talent show before, she offended people because of her youthful arrogance, and was retaliated by others.

When she entered, Wen Ling was sitting at the table fiddling with something.Hearing the sound of the door, she raised her head, a little pale light fell in her cold eyes, making her look cold.

Yi Zhuo smiled at her, "Hello, my name is Yi Zhuo."

She took half a step back, compared the photos on the door, and asked tentatively, "Are you, Wen Ling?"

Wen Ling nodded, stood up, and responded politely: "Hello."

Yi Zhuo closed the door, and casually pushed the suitcase aside.She pressed her icy fingers on the radiator, and the hot air immediately spread upwards along her palm.

She glanced at Wen Ling who was still busy with her head down, and her eyes fell on the two eggs on the table.

It was only then that Yi Zhuo realized that the thing in Wen Ling's hand was a small egg cooker.

"You want to cook your own eggs?" she asked.

Wen Ling responded.

Yi Zhuo became curious, and asked again: "Is there no cafeteria?"

I have long heard that there are a lot of rich children who come to participate in the draft. Is this some kind of special high-end egg?

"Yes." Wen Ling put the eggs into the egg cooker and turned on the power.She looked up and said calmly, "But it's expensive, five yuan."

Yi Zhuo: Huh? ? ?

If Wen Ling's expression was not too serious, she would have thought that the other party was telling a bad joke.

The talent show can be called a money-burning machine, and the price of the cafeteria is naturally a level higher than other places.But the vast majority of people will not risk being laughed at by cooking eggs in the dormitory in order to save a mere five dollars.

But Wen Ling obviously did not belong to the vast majority of people. Her eyes and movements were very calm, as if she was doing something very ordinary.

Sensing the eyes of the people around her following her, Wen Ling hesitated for a moment, then asked reluctantly, "Do you want to eat too?"

Yizhuo: ...

She said, "No need, it looks like you didn't bring a few."

Wen Ling said, "I brought two hundred."

Yi Zhuo: Huh? ? ?

She feels that she is not a person who likes to make a fuss, and it is really rare to be frightened twice in such a short period of time.

Wen Ling explained: "It was too hot in the room, so I put it on the balcony."

Yi Zhuo raised his eyebrows: "Two hundred, you plan to keep it until the finals."

Wen Ling said, "Of course."

The water in the egg cooker on the table had already boiled, and steam rose up, enveloping her clear eyebrows and eyes.

Yi Zhuo suddenly felt that this person was quite interesting, so she leaned over cheekily and sat on the chair next to Wen Ling.

"Then treat me to one?"

Wen Ling said, "Okay."

She thought of something, bent down, and rummaged through the opened suitcase beside her.

The top slid down a little, revealing a white and tight waistline.

Yi Zhuo paused for a moment, then silently looked away.

Fortunately, Wen Ling got up quickly, with a small glass bottle and a small saucer in her hand.

She said, "Chili sauce, please eat too."

***

Sure enough, Wen Ling didn't break her promise, she went all the way through and made it to the finals, and with the No.4 score, she successfully got a debut spot.

On the grand final stage, Wen Ling walked up the steps to her own seat.

The lights were dazzling, and the crowd was noisy. For a moment, she felt a sense of trance and unreality, and her figure swayed slightly.

Almost at the same time, a slender and powerful arm supported her.

Yi Zhuo didn't know when she got down from her seat. She was standing one step higher than her, with her long and narrow eyes drooping slightly, she looked over fixedly, "Are you all right?"

At that time, Wen Ling and Yi Zhuo had worked together many times, and they were very familiar with each other.Wen Ling shook her head, held her hand, and let the other party lead her to the seat.

She raised her eyes and said "thank you" in a low voice, but was soon drowned in the cheers for the last debut position.

At the dinner party after the finals, most people were in a state of extreme excitement.

The game was played round after round, and the crisp sound of wine glasses colliding could be heard endlessly.The lights flickered, hitting young and bright faces.

Wen Ling chatted with the crowd for a while, then found a sofa in the corner to lie on.She has never been used to such occasions, and she always feels that her body is going to be hollowed out after staying for a long time.

She was scrolling through Weibo with her pillow in her arms when a shadow suddenly fell in front of her eyes.

Immediately, the sofa under him sank slightly, and Yi Zhuo's voice sounded from his side, "Do you think it's troublesome again?"

After getting along for so long, she already knew Wen Ling's temperament very well.Many things that ordinary people take for granted will become troublesome for Wen Ling.

Wen Ling seemed to have drunk a little too much, her eyes were slightly drunk, and her cheeks were pale pink.

"Trouble." She raised her head, looked at the crowd, and murmured, "Also, it's still not exciting enough."

Yi Zhuo didn't understand: "What's not exciting enough?"

Wen Ling didn't speak, picked up the remaining half glass of wine on the table, and drank it down in one gulp.

She loves intense stimulation, both emotional and physical.Only in this way can she feel that she is a person of flesh and blood.

It stands to reason that after training so hard for so long, she got her debut position without any risk.It's enough, both physically and emotionally.

But somehow, she just didn't feel like it was enough.

This feeling became stronger and stronger, making her irritable for no reason.Those emotions that are pent up in my heart can't be vented.

Yi Zhuo sighed, "Wen Ling, you must have drunk too much."

Wen Ling shook her head, then reached for the glass to pour wine.

However, in the next second, the wine glass was removed by Yi Zhuo and pushed out of her reach.

Yi Zhuo put one of her arms on his shoulder, and said in an unquestionable tone, "The hotel is booked, I'll take you back to your room to rest."

Wen Ling is not used to having physical contact with people, and even when dancing, she tries to avoid too intimate movements with other people.She subconsciously struggled twice, and Yi Zhuo's voice came from her ear again.

"Don't make trouble, come back with me."

As he said, Yi Zhuo's arms naturally wrapped around her waist, and he helped her up steadily.

Wen Ling paused, and suddenly realized belatedly that she didn't seem to have any uncomfortable reaction to Yi Zhuo.At least, there was no strong sense of rejection like when he was accidentally touched by other people in the past.

And she drank a little too much, her feet were fluttering, and she really should go back to rest.So she didn't refuse any more, and was escorted by Yi Zhuo all the way back to the hotel.

There was mist in the bathroom, and the warm water washed over her body, and Wen Ling suddenly became more awake.She slowly lathered her body off, then put on her bathrobe and wrapped her hair in a towel.

The heating was fully turned on, Yi Zhuo sat on the sofa and looked up, "Where do you want to sleep?"

When they entered the room, the two people found that there was only one double bed room, and they didn't know whether the director team had booked the wrong room or there was no room.

But none of them struggled with it. Wen Ling felt that it would be troublesome to coordinate with the front desk to change the room, so she didn't mention it at all.

But Yi Zhuo thinks it's unnecessary, she's never had any hardships, it's nothing to squeeze a bed with someone.What's more, this person is still Wen Ling, so he can't be regarded as suffering.

Wen Ling said, "I don't care."

She glanced at the bed, there was an extra quilt on it, it should be that Yi Zhuo asked the front desk for a quilt while he was taking a shower.

Yi Zhuo said, "Then I'll sleep next to the door."

Wen Ling likes to be quiet, she is afraid that she will find it noisy.

Wen Ling nodded, "OK."

She didn't look at each other again, she just dried her hair and got into bed.

The moment she covered the quilt, the bathroom door was pushed open, and Yi Zhuo came out.

She was wearing the same bathrobe as herself, her half-dry black hair was rolled up, and there were a few crystal drops of water on her slender neck.

Seeing that she was still awake, Yi Zhuo was a little surprised, "Hurry up and go to sleep, there is still work tomorrow."

Wen Ling was silent for a moment, didn't speak, just nodded.

Yi Zhuo had long been used to her indifference, so she turned off the overhead light, leaving only a bedside lamp.She took out a few bottles and cans from her backpack, turned to the person on the bed, "Do you want to moisturize?"

Wen Ling said, "No more."

This person is probably tired and troubled.Yi Zhuo is helpless, she has always felt that Wen Ling's way of life can be called a master of deception.

Anyway, I want to be an idol in the future, what if I don't take good care of my face.Yi Zhuo sighed, and leaned over with the small bottles, "I'll paint it for you, would you like it?"

Wen Ling immediately agreed: "Okay."

After saying that, she moved to Yi Zhuo's side, and raised her face cooperatively.

Yizhuo: ...

She was about to be annoyed, so she helped her paint it carefully, and then started to paint herself again.

The people around him had already calmed down, Yi Zhuo put away the bottles and cans, and joked, "Thank you, thank me?"

Just when she thought that Wen Ling would say "thank you" perfunctorily, the other party suddenly came over.

Wen Ling suddenly sat on her lap, pressed her arms with both hands, and her eyes were only an inch away from hers.

The neckline of the bathrobe was loose, revealing a small piece of white skin on the chest.

She said, "Yi Zhuo, have you ever kissed?"

Yi Zhuo was taken aback, and answered her question subconsciously, "No, you..."

"Would you like to try it?"

Yi Zhuo let out a breath, rolling his throat twice.

Both adults, she certainly knew what was coming.

She looked into those clear eyes and said in a low voice, "Then don't regret it."

The next second, Wen Ling leaned over and kissed her.

The lips were soft and cool, with a faint sweet breath, and the burning brain went blank for a moment.

Yi Zhuo's eyes darkened, he turned over and pressed the other party on the bed.

After a beautiful night, when I woke up the next day, the bed beside me was already empty.

Yi Zhuo stared at the messy bedding, stayed there for two seconds, then reached for the phone again.

There are several unread messages on the phone, but none from Wen Ling.

Just leave without saying a word?You really don't recognize people when you lift your pants?

Although Yi Zhuo is not an innocent girl who insists on being responsible for the other party after sleeping with her once, but thinking of the intimacy last night, she feels a great gap in her heart, and then she feels deeply unwilling.

At this time, the phone vibrated twice, it was Wen Ling's news.

"Good morning."

Yi Zhuo immediately felt much relieved, and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously.

What, sure enough, the other party will still care, otherwise colleagues will send good morning to each other.

But Wen Ling left without saying a word, wouldn't it be embarrassing for her to reply in seconds.

So she put down her phone, planning to come back in half an hour, and let the other party experience the feeling of being left out.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the phone vibrated twice again.

Wen Ling: "Ping Xixi cut a knife for me."

Yizhuo: ...

Spicy chicken fighting Xixi, close down now!