I swapped bodies with my rival [Entertainment]

Pei Huan went on his own this trip.

Without a manager, the luggage was just a small silver suitcase, and it was stopped by the security guard at the recording venue.

"Master, I'm here to find a friend."

"Family and friends of the contestants are not allowed to enter at will." The security guard cocked his feet and played with his mobile phone.

"I'm here to find a mentor."

The old man didn't even raise his eyes. Recently, there are too many fans pretending to be adults and wanting to sneak in. "Okay, then call them out and let me see."

Pei Huan took out his mobile phone to make a call, but Ling Xu didn't answer, probably he didn't notice it during the recording.

He took off his hat a little annoyed, ready to fight again.

Among the three or four trainees who came out of the convenience store, one of them looked out of the iron gate, "It's really strange, this is your fan, and you are still a male fan with silver hair."

"where?"

"Standing at the door, pushing a small box."

Everyone turned their eyes to the door. The silver-haired boy couldn't see his face clearly while wearing a black mask, but he had an arrogant demeanor.

Pure black matte earrings on the earlobes, exaggerated English graffiti on the back of the short black T, a red plaid shirt tied around the waist, and global limited edition sneakers on the feet.

The skin is fair, the waist is thin, and the legs are long and straight.

The image of this male fan is so superior that it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a trainee.

Pei Huan noticed the footsteps behind him, turned around, and saw four or five young boys wearing sweaters of different colors, with letters and names such as ABCD written on the clothes.

Trainee.

He stuffed the phone and leaned closer: "Hello."

Everyone stopped at the same time, normally they wouldn't talk to fans in private, but the boy in front of him had a nice voice and a pair of clean peach blossom eyes, which were particularly good-looking.

"Let's go and have a look."

"Maybe he wants an autograph, after all, he probably came all the way here with a suitcase."

Pei Huan glanced at the rows of names, one of them stood out, and he said, "Yuwen Junjie."

The boy whose name was called was unanimously envied by other trainees. This high-quality fan must belong to his family.

Yuwen Junjie took two steps shyly, "Yes, do you want to sign?"

Pei Huan smiled, "No."

"Then, that's a group photo?"

He took off his mask and said politely: "I'm here to find Ling Xu, this guy didn't answer the phone, please call him for me."

Everyone: "!!!"

His eyes instantly turned into light bulbs, "Pei Huan! This deity!!!"

"I'm not dreaming, am I? My God, Mom, I saw Pei Huan!"

"I look so good! Really beautiful!"

Pei Huan scratched his head, "Shhh, don't be so excited."

Everyone shut down immediately, "Are you here to be our mentor?"

Pei Huan: "Uh, no."

"Ah - I'm so disappointed, it would be nice if you could be our mentor."

Pei Huan: "..."

There's no need to be disappointed. This big vase of his used to teach a few more small vases to harm the entertainment industry.

Because of the guarantee of several trainees, Pei Huan went in without being notified. He was surrounded in the middle along the way, someone helped carry the suitcase, and asked him from time to time if he was thirsty and if he wanted to drink water.

"No need." The people coming and going looked at them with strange eyes, and Pei Huan pulled up the mask he had put on again: "You don't need to accompany me, I can go find it myself."

"No, no, it's an honor to be with you."

"I've read your "Lost Light" many times, and I still have the ticket stubs."

Pei Huan walked all the way in from the corridor of the practice room, and his unusually different attire attracted the attention of the trainees in the dance studios of other levels.

"Who is that?"

"You look so young, a new trainee?"

"I don't know, I'm going to Class A."

Pei Huan stopped at Class A.

Observing Ling Xu's teaching through the glass window, Ling Xu is wearing a hooded sweater and loose overalls, with a baby face but singing rap in the group.

Ling Xu leaned against the glass wall to watch the movements of the trainees in Class A, with a serious expression, "Stop the music."

"Tell me, how did you practice this? Did you put your heart into it?" Ling Xu said, "Those who forgot their movements, dropped the beat, or sang the wrong lyrics, can they show it to the audience on stage?"

Depressed atmosphere.

The noise outside is particularly obvious, Ling Xu turned his head: "Who is making noise outside? Come in, one or two are reversed, don't you need to practice?"

The door is pushed open.

Pei Huan innocently pushed it out to the trainee behind him, "Hi."

Ling Xu's serious face collapsed in an instant. He wanted to tease a few words but considering that there were still a bunch of trainees, he coughed twice: "Others, go back to practice."

"Yes, Teacher Ling Xu."

After everyone had left, Ling Xu looked up and down, and grabbed him: "Well, it's not bad, it seems that my son is doing well during this time."

"Come on." Pei Huan glanced at the trainees inside, "You're quite an imposing mentor."

"This is skill, strength."

Pei Huan disdained: "You are only as thick-skinned as you are."

After exchanging pleasantries, Pei Huan said, "When can you analyze the psychology of the characters for me?" He unzipped his backpack and said, "I even brought the script and the original work."

"Are you serious?" Ling Xu showed embarrassment: "I'm an idol and not an actor..."

"But you like men."

Ling Xu covered his mouth, "Keep your voice down." Then he turned off the microphone on his body: "Why didn't you ask Zhu Yang? He's the movie king, don't you guys have a good relationship on the show?"

"How can you take it seriously?" Pei Huan flattered him, "He doesn't like men. I only have a good friend like you who can help me out. You won't die without saving your life, will you?"

Ling Xu clicked his tongue in disgust: "Your terrible acting skills are really clumsy."

"Hey, it's fine if you don't need it."

Ling Xu glanced at his luggage and said, "Are you tired?"

"Not tired, thank you for your concern."

Ling Xu sneered: "Who cares about you anymore, since you're not tired, help me lead these boys to dance practice."

Pei Huanluomeng: "What about you?"

"Help you read the script." Ling Xu took the script, and before leaving, he deliberately explained: "Teach me well, I will check and accept it when I come back."

Pei Huan looked back at the group of leftover chicks in the dance studio, it was so pitiful that they fell into my hands.

The staff came up, "Teacher Pei Huan, let me help you fix the microphone."

Pei Huan nodded: "Show me their dance videos." Since you have been entrusted, you still have to do it well.

The trainees of Class A breathed a sigh of relief and gathered together to drink water.

One of the trainees took a sip of water and glanced out of the corner of his eye at Pei Huan who was watching dance videos on a tablet in the corner.

He whispered: "Is there a mistake...Let him be a mentor and teach us how to dance? He doesn't even have much stage experience. Brother Xia Yu is much better than him."

"That's right. He's only debuted for a year, so he's probably younger than us. But he's just a bit more popular. He doesn't have any strength."

Xia Yu didn't show any signs of dew on his face, he just said lightly: "Okay, anyway, he is also our mentor, let's practice after the rest."

Compared to the new generation of boy group Pei Huan Lingxu and others, Xia Yu was indeed a senior after debuting for five years.

But the popularity is not enough, no one knows if it is not popular.

This time, he came back to compete again under the name of twice-cooked pork, and after a lot of hard work, he finally gained popularity based on his strength.

And the other party will be fine with a pretty face.

Xia Yu was particularly disdainful.