I thought I was the first gourd in the camp

It was already late when Lu Zhaomian returned to the dormitory, and He Simeng was still in their dormitory. Seeing Lu Zhaomian came back, he quickly got up from Mo Tingxing's bed and rushed towards Lu Zhaomian.

"Brother, you are finally back, I miss you so much."

Lu Zhaomian reflexively caught He Simeng who was hitting him like a cannonball.

He Simeng rushed over very fast, but Lu Zhaomian didn't move a step, and stood firmly on the spot.

"Why are you still here?" Lu Zhaomian pushed He Simeng away, wondering.

Even though he knew that Lu Zhaomian was just purely curious, He Simeng was still sad, and cried aggrievedly: "Then I want to remind you to gather in the training room at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Hey, even if you don't tell him, we will remind him." Mo Tingxing flattened the quilt like an obsessive-compulsive disorder, "It should be to announce the theme song assessment task."

Although the director didn't say it clearly, the contestants have done their homework.

This year's competition system is not much different from last year. After the first stage is over, there will be theme song evaluation. After the instructor announces the theme song, three days of practice time will be reserved for the trainees. The song is completed to the best, and the level of the trainees can almost be found out just by relying on a theme song assessment.

Moreover, the instructors will reclassify the trainees according to their performance, which not only determines the future level of the trainees, but more importantly, it determines whether they can have the admission ticket for the first stage.

The shooting stage of the theme song MV.

Maybe it was because they were in a new environment, or they were facing the first small challenge. Most of the trainees didn't sleep well that night.

Early the next morning, the trainees arrived at the practice room sparsely, yawning listlessly.

The trainees stood together according to the classification results of the initial rating, and He Simeng floated back to class F resentfully.

Lu Zhaomian and Mo Tingxing Jiang Fu stood together. The three of them seemed to have no intention of standing out, and they all stood quietly in the middle of the team. However, because of Lu Zhaomian's stature, among the figures of the blue sweaters, they still stood out. very prominent.

So much so that when the instructors came, they saw him at a glance.

The listless trainees straightened their backs immediately after the instructor came in, staring at them intently.

He Sihan scanned the trainees around, raised the microphone and announced the theme song assessment task.

As they expected, they practiced for three days, and after three days, they will stand on the stage one by one and accept the instructor's assessment.

The task was as expected, and the trainees who knew it well breathed a sigh of relief.

But after watching the theme song announced on the screen, the loose strings stretched again.

Is this too difficult?Can this be conquered in three days?Too outrageous, right?

The vocal instructor Yu Shenwu distributed the lyrics, and everyone was forced to get involved in the lyrics as soon as they got out of the dance.

A trainee with good vocal ability looked at the sheet music and tried to sing the climax, then complained to the companion next to him with a bitter face: "The sound is too high, you have to dance and sing at the same time, so you don't get angry?"

Lu Zhaomian glanced at the lyrics, then looked up at the big screen again, probably because the training room was a bit stuffy, and a little sweat dripped from the tip of her nose.

He stared at the big screen intently, and consciously moved his hands a few times.

"Do you find it difficult?" A strange voice suddenly sounded.

Lu Zhaomian's attention was completely attracted by the dance, and he replied with some concentration: "It's okay."

Zhaomian didn't react until the voice just fell off the road, and turned to look at the place where the voice came from.

A boy looked at him with his chin slightly raised. He had fiery red hair and thick eyebrows that slanted into his temples. His eyes were provocative, contemptuous and flamboyant.

"Really?" The boy curled his lips and raised his tone, sounding a little arrogant, "It's really not difficult."

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding trainees.

Mo Tingxing turned his head to look at the boy, his gaze paused for a second on the boy's pink clothes, and hesitantly asked, "Fu Zheng? What are you doing here?"

This point of pink is very abrupt in the large area of ​​blue.

Fu Zheng glanced at Mo Tingxing, then turned his attention to Lu Zhaomian, stared several times at the blue sweater on Lu Zhaomian with distaste, crossed his hands behind his head, and walked slowly Returning to class A, when passing by Lu Zhaomian, he said something abruptly.

"Pink suits you better."

Lu Zhaomian blinked in confusion, and asked Mo Tingxing next to him, "What does he mean?"

Mo Tingxing had a weird expression on his face, and he answered in a hesitant tone: "He might also be the contestant who said he thinks you look good."

Lu Zhaomian was pestered by them for a long time yesterday before telling them all the content of the interview.

Of course, most people in the camp praised Lu Zhaomian for his good looks.

Lu Zhaomian tilted her head and turned to look at Class A again, but she didn't want to be attracted by another figure on the way before seeing Fu Zheng.

Zhuang Zhi's skin is very fair, and it goes well with pink.

The position of Class A is close to the gate, and Zhuang Zhi stands on the far right as if he doesn't want to attract attention, lazily leaning against the wall, looking at the lyrics list in his hand with lowered eyebrows.

Lu Zhaomian was a little embarrassed. During the interview last night, she misunderstood the director's question and answered that she thought Zhuang Zhi was the prettiest.

But thinking about it carefully, it seems to be a matter of course.

If it was the original question, who impressed you the most...

It should still be Zhuang Zhi.

"Don't make a sad face. In these three days, in addition to giving you free practice time, we also arranged a few big classes for you. Our instructors will personally tutor you. If you have any questions, you can come and ask them." He Sihan Seeing the trainees all wrinkle their faces into pumpkins, I couldn't hold back my joy, "The arrangement of the major classes is different for each class, we have posted the timetable in the training room of each class, everyone remember to attend classes on time according to the time ah."

"Okay." The trainees responded one after another.

After the instructors left one after another, the trainees also returned to their respective training rooms.

Class B's training room is on the third floor.

After Lu Zhaomian and others climbed up to the third floor, the dance instructor Fang Tongtong was already standing in the training room.

Fang Tongtong's hair was dyed, and her dark blue hair was permed into big waves, all of which were lifted to her chest. When Lu Zhaomian came in, her brows raised high.

Fang Tongtong started the demonstration after seeing the trainees standing up.

Fang Tongtong's professional ability is very good. After all, she has trained outside for many years. Even though she is a boy group dancer, being danced by her has a different taste.

but......

Lu Zhaomian glanced at Hen Tiangao under Fang Tongtong's feet, and frowned slightly.

Sure enough, during a jumping movement, Fang Tongtong's foot sprained, his body crooked and fell to the ground, and he gasped in pain.

The contestants froze for two seconds, and ran over in unison.

"Is teacher okay?"

"Where's the staff? Are you going to call the director?"

Some students ran out of the door, grabbed the passing staff and said, "Teacher Fang fell, what should I do now?"

Fang Tongtong's assistant came faster than the director, rushed into the room, squeezed into the encirclement with difficulty, looked at Fang Tongtong's red and swollen ankle with a mournful face, and asked in a crying voice: "Sister Tong, what's going on? How did it get so swollen?"

Fang Tong was sweating from the pain, her beautiful eyes were full of tears, she raised her eyelids to look at her, and subconsciously glanced at the camera, "I sprained while dancing, it's okay, it will be fine after a while."

Zhou Chenghai also rushed over. After listening to Fang Tongtong's words, he frowned and looked at Fang Tongtong's ankle, and couldn't help complaining: "What's going on, so careless?" What happens to the trainees if the instructor has a problem and loses the chain?

"I'm sorry, Director Zhou, I'm all to blame." Fang Tongtong hissed lightly, a little pitifully.

Seeing that she was in severe pain, Zhou Chenghai didn't say any more, and turned to ask the staff, "Is the ambulance here? Take it to the hospital."

There were more and more people in the training room of Class B. The trainees crowded in the corner like little quails, and they dispersed after Fang Tongtong was taken away.

"Then, what shall we do now?" A boy broke the silence.

Director Zhou also left in a hurry, without telling them what to do next, without a mentor to teach them, what should they do now?

Mo Tingxing also frowned while thinking.

Lu Zhaomian glanced at the door, her eyes lit up when she saw a black figure, she walked over in three steps and opened the door.

He Simeng poked his head out of the door mysteriously, glanced around the room, handed something to Lu Zhaomian with a smile, and whispered: "Remember to keep it safe, so that it won't be discovered."

He Simeng left after finishing speaking.

Lu Zhaomian turned around against everyone's curious eyes, and shook the things in his hand in front of everyone.

There is a thick cunning and a little pride in the black and white eyes.

Everyone looked at his hand, their eyes lit up.

is a mobile phone.

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Fang Tongtong was sent to the hospital, and the paparazzi inevitably took photos on the way.

Fang Tongtong had tears in his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were red. He looked at the camera casually, and carefully adjusted the angle. The paparazzi successfully took a satisfactory photo.

Not surprisingly, when Fang Tongtong was lying on the hospital bed, she took out her phone expectantly and clicked on Weibo, and she was indeed at the top of the hot search list.

# Fang Tong pupil accidental injury on the way to shoot #

Fang Tongtong clicked on the comments, most of them wished her a speedy recovery, there were also many who praised her beauty, mixed in, and a few were questioning what happened to the "Let's Get Together" program group.

Fang Tongtong smiled with satisfaction, and frowned slightly when she looked down at her wrapped ankles, secretly thinking that she was a little heavy handed.

The little assistant carried a lot of things into the ward, and put them all on the cabinet next to the bed.

Fang Tongtong glanced casually, raised his chin pointingly, "Peel me an apple."

The little assistant responded quickly, took out a fruit knife from the drawer, and ran to the bathroom to clean it.

Fang Tongtong clicked on Weibo again out of boredom, and accidentally scanned an entry.

#We form a group preview#

Fang Tongtong's brows slightly moved, thinking to himself, the show trailer is coming out?

Swiping up casually with his fingertips, he returned to the top of the hot search list.

Fang Tongtong's eyes froze, and she stared at the top of the list as if she couldn't believe it.

She has already been knocked down, and now the one hanging on the top of the list is suddenly #我们成集吧报路昭早#

The little assistant had already washed the fruit knife, and came out of the bathroom after shaking off the water on his hands, and saw Fang Tongtong with a distorted face at a glance.

The little assistant was taken aback, and stammered and asked, "Tong, sister Tong, what's wrong with you?"

Fang Tongtong ignored her, just looked at the screen of the phone with dark eyes, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.

"Lu Zhaomian, it's you again."

The author has something to say:

Xiaozhuang: You are also very white

Xiaolu:?

Xiaozhuang: So I also think pink is more suitable for you