I thought I was the first gourd in the camp

"Why are you so surprised?" Zhuang Zhi stepped back a little, fully taking in Lu Zhaomian's expression.

Isn't this surprising?

Lu Zhaomian glanced at Zhuang Zhi with a strange expression.

It was an accident that he participated in this show for some special reasons, so compared to other contestants, his desire to debut is not strong.

And he is just an amateur, and no company forces him.

But what about Zhuang Zhi?

He Simeng had given him popular science about Zhuang Zhi's company before. It is a well-known large company in the industry, with a large scale and many artists under it. However, it is most famous for its domineering terms and its absolute desire to control its artists.

"Does your company know what you think?" Lu Zhaomian asked hesitantly after thinking for a long time.

When mentioning the company, Zhuang Zhi's expression became a little colder.

"know."

"Then they won't..." Lu Zhaomian's expression was a bit tangled, mixed with worry.

"They can't control me."

"Oh." Lu Zhaomian raised his eyes and looked at Zhuang Zhi's quiet side face, feeling a little complicated for a moment, as if he heard that Zhuang Zhi didn't want to mention the company, and he answered in a low voice and stopped asking.

There was no silence in the waiting room.

Familiar with the process, the players went on and off the field in an orderly manner, and the doors in the waiting room opened and closed.

The performance was coming to an end. After the last group of contestants came on stage, the staff pushed open the door of the waiting room to inform the contestants that the staff had prepared hot pot in the cafeteria, and they could go directly to the cafeteria to eat after their performance.

The contestants began to prepare makeup, change clothes, and perform on stage at six o'clock. After the performance was over and completely relaxed, they realized that they were so hungry that they almost lost consciousness.

After hearing the staff mention the hot pot, the down-time stomach started working again.

"hot pot?!"

"Oh my god, the program team is finally a man!"

"Hurry up and hurry up, hurry up, I want to go back and have a meal now."

"Wow, yes." Mo Tingxing also became interested, and talked to Lu Zhaomian through a gap that couldn't be ignored, "Xiao Lu, do you hear that? Go back to eat hot pot later."

"I heard it." Lu Zhaomian tilted her head and chatted with Mo Tingxing, her gaze stayed on the gap between the two for a second, then she looked away as if nothing had happened and continued: "Is the hot pot delicious?"

Mo Tingxing suddenly resented himself for being too keen in observation.

The distance was too far, and Mo Tingxing was uncomfortable talking. After thinking for a while, he picked up the stool and wanted to move closer to Lu Zhaomian. As soon as his buttocks were raised, Zhuang Zhi, who had been looking at the big screen, suddenly saw Turned to look at him.

The pupils are dark.

Mo Tingxing's Adam's apple slowly rolled around, and then put his butt back.

In fact, it's fine to just sit here.

"Okay, it's delicious, especially in summer, it's so refreshing to eat hot pot." Under Lu Zhaomian's suspicious gaze, Mo Tingxing rubbed his thighs in embarrassment, and then answered the sentence a little stiffly.

Fortunately, Lu Zhaomian was more interested in food than him.

After he said that the hot pot is delicious, Lu Zhaomian's attention was completely attracted by the hot pot, "Really? What's the hot pot like?"

Mo Tingxing seemed to be used to Lu Zhaomian's excessive curiosity about any food, so he didn't care about Lu Zhaomian's silly question at all, and patiently explained, "It's just a pot, and you can put all kinds of food in it. …”

Mo Tingxing is actually not a very patient person, but he thinks that he may have put all his patience into introducing food to Lu Zhaomian.

Mo Tingxing's mouth was parched and he felt like a dehydrated dead fish.

"ended."

Zhuang Zhi glanced lightly at Mo Tingxing, stretched out his hand to hook Lu Zhaomian's neck, and gently pulled him back.

Lu Zhaomian felt that this movement was inexplicably familiar, and kept staring at Zhuang Zhi's hand after he removed it from his body.

Zhuang Zhi directly ignored Mo Tingxing's grateful eyes, focused his gaze on Lu Zhaomian, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Lu Zhaomian narrowed her eyes slightly, looked suspiciously at Zhuang Zhi's hand, then raised her eyes to look at Zhuang Zhi's face, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the small mole on the tip of Zhuang Zhi's nose.

Zhuang Zhi's expression became more puzzled.

"It's okay." Lu Zhaomian sighed quietly, then pointed to the screen, "Look, it's over."

Zhuang Zhi: "..."

The staff was guiding the audience to exit in an orderly manner, and He Sihan and other instructors came directly to the waiting room after the show ended.

When He Sihan saw the happy faces of the players, he knew that they had probably received the notification.

"You know you'll have hot pot later?" He Sihan's mouth curled up, his tone a little teasing.

"Yes!"

"Let's be happy later, take it easy now, the ranking is about to be announced." After He Sihan made a few jokes, his expression became serious again.

As soon as they heard the ranking, the contestants instantly fell silent.

"The first is the result of the group duel." He Sihan stepped back half a step to the side, revealing the big screen, "The one on the screen is the winning team in the group duel."

I don’t know, I’m scared.

The huge "698 tickets" next to Lu Zhaomian's group plunged into their brains with a "click" like fragments of a smashed glass.

Pierce their heads and bleed.

"Don't think about it, the first is their group." A contestant murmured.

Sure enough, as soon as the player's voice fell, the ranking list on the big screen changed.

It became the total number of votes ranking of all groups.

The Lu Zhaomian group hangs at the top.

"Let's congratulate the "violent" group." He Sihan slightly turned to look at Lu Zhaomian, "No.1."

"Congratulations!"

The contestants also reacted and applauded quickly.

"As a reward, each contestant in Lu Zhaomian's group can get [-] additional votes in the first ranking after the competition."

"No.2 Fu Zheng Group, each received [-] additional votes."

"No.3...Zhuang Zhi Group, ten thousand."

The contestants present realized belatedly that the Zhuang Zhi group was third?

Looking closely at the votes of Zhuang Zhi's group, he suddenly found that their group was only a few votes lower than Fu Zheng's group.

The contestants who reacted unconsciously glanced at Lu Zhaomian who was at the front, and silently swallowed.

It really wasn't a good thing to run into Lu Zhaomian.

There is no second on stage.

With Lu Zhaomian's jewel in front, everyone else will be eclipsed.

He Sihan showed them the vote counts of all the contestants, probably because he was afraid of hurting some contestants with low vote counts. He Sihan only showed them for a few seconds before signaling the staff to cut them off.

But He Simeng was still hit.

Until the players got on the bus back to the dormitory, He Simeng was in a trance.

The seat was fixed at some point.

Zhuang Zhi and Lu Zhaomian sat together, with Mo Tingxing and He Simeng sitting in front of them.

Lu Zhaomian glanced at He Simeng through the gap in the seat, feeling a little uneasy, propped her hands on the chair in front of her, poked her head over, and asked cautiously, "He Simeng, are you okay?"

He Simeng looked up at him blankly.

Lu Zhaomian swears that since he grew up, he has never seen such a dull and lifeless gaze.

"Ah, Xiaolu, I feel like my world is about to collapse." He Simeng said suddenly, raised his head slightly, and looked out the window faintly, "Did you hear what Pd said? He said that it will be over in a few days For the first ranking, only the top [-] can advance..."

"I'm finished, I can't swim round..."

Lu Zhaomian was stunned for two seconds, "No, you will definitely be able to advance, don't think too much."

He Simeng didn't seem to have heard, her brows that were stretched all the time were also furrowed, and her face was full of sorrow.

Lu Zhaomian was at a loss for a while, because he was not very good at comforting others, after stammering a few words, he had to turn his head and look at Mo Tingxing as if asking for help.

Mo Tingxing suppressed the worry in his eyes, turned his head and comforted him: "It's okay, he will be fine in a while, you let him be quiet."

"Oh." Lu Zhaomian hesitated for two seconds, and sat back in his seat after answering, but still did not take his eyes off He Simeng.

Mo Tingxing seemed to have said something to He Simeng, and He Simeng's expression improved a lot.

Lu Zhaomian breathed a sigh of relief.

As if thinking of something, Lu Zhaomian suddenly turned to look at Zhuang Zhi beside him.

If the top [-] advanced, did Zhuang Zhi get in?

Lu Zhaomian remembered Zhuang Zhi's fragmented scenes.

Although Zhuang Zhi said that he didn't want to make his debut, it might not matter to him whether he was promoted or not, but Lu Zhaomian felt inexplicably uncomfortable when he thought that Zhuang Zhi might be eliminated.

Empty.

Like something is missing.

The hot pot that Lu Zhaomian had been looking forward to for a long time was tasteless.

After eating, everyone went back to the dormitory one after another.

Lu Zhaomian was stopped by the staff halfway, and seeing that the staff seemed to have something to explain, Mo Tingxing and the others had no choice but to go back first.

The staff didn't say much, just handed Lu Zhaomian a shooting device and asked him to shoot a Vlog tomorrow.

"This is an extra reward for today. Tomorrow is just a rest day. Just take a picture of your life on the island." The staff explained and left.

When Lu Zhaomian went back to bed, Mo Tingxing was the only one in the dormitory.

"Have they all gone to take a shower?" Lu Zhaomian put the device on the bedside table and asked casually.

"Correct."

"What about He Simeng?" Lu Zhaomian hesitated for two seconds before asking.

"He." Mo Tingxing nestled himself into the sofa, "I guess he's crying in the dormitory."

Mo Tingxing suddenly felt a desire to talk, "Do you know the relationship between He Simeng and pd?"

"Ah?" Lu Zhaomian didn't realize it, "What's the matter?"

"They are brothers." Mo Tingxing choked for a second, "Their names are so similar, have you ever suspected anything?"

"No, no." Lu Zhaomian blinked.

It may be that He Simeng and He Sihan have too different personalities. Even though their names are similar, Lu Zhaomian really didn't think in this direction.

Mo Tingxing looked at Lu Zhaomian speechlessly, "He Simeng came to the show because of his brother. According to him, he thought his brother was much better than him, so he wanted to prove himself No worse than his brother."

"Stupid people." Mo Tingxing cursed.

"But this idiot should have changed now." Mo Tingxing snorted and laughed, "Before I left today, I was still crying here saying that I didn't want to be eliminated, that I liked the feeling of being on stage, that I didn't want to let down those fans who loved him wholeheartedly. "

"Well."

Lu Zhaomian thoughtfully responded.

Mo Tingxing suddenly paused and changed the topic.

"What about you? Xiaolu."

"Don't you want to make a debut?"

The author has something to say:

No matter what, Xiaolu needs someone to wake him up so that he can stand up and fight for his C debut tool man.

Mo Tingxing: ...So I'm that tool guy?