Glass [entertainment circle]

When Wu Ze heard this, his face immediately changed.

Sun Chengfei's words were like cats and tigers, and he said the sentence he just said in reverse. The provocation and irony in it are not fools who can't hear it.

"What do you mean--"

He was suddenly furious, clenched his fists, and took a step forward sullenly, but an arm stretched out in front of him.

Tang Yan stopped him.

Looking back, Tang Yan smiled at the four people opposite: "It may be small for everyone, but we think it is enough."

One sentence was neither humble nor overbearing, and the other party did not make further progress.

Wu Ze sullenly restrained his emotions.

The four walked leisurely around the dance practice room twice, and then left.

"Captain, why did you stop me just now? Those people really deserve a beating!"

Tang Yan raised his eyelids and looked at him: "Here, everything depends on strength, and fists will only make the situation worse."

Wu Ze's face was black, and his expression was angry: "I'm not happy to see them arrogant."

Tang Yan patted him on the shoulder and pressed the mic he turned off: "That's their business, and they have the capital to be arrogant. We can't control so much by being ourselves. Moreover, they also turn off the mic when they come in. It's gone, do you understand now?"

Wu Ze was silent for a few seconds, then whispered: "Understood."

Although there were only the two of them facing each other in the dance practice room just now, and no outsiders were present, the cameras placed in the four corners will record all their behaviors, and some of these pictures will be selected and edited, and finally the finished product will be presented to the public in front of.

Regardless of the purpose of Sun Chengfei's words just now, once Wu Ze made a move, the situation might become uncontrollable.

No one will listen to what they say, and they will not believe it. It is impossible to hold the right to speak in their hands.

Yang Wenting asked aloud: "You and Sun Chengfei know each other? Have you had any conflicts?"

Wu Ze said in a hoarse voice, "It's not counting as acquaintances, it's just that we filmed commercials together before. He wasn't famous at that time, and he wasn't that crazy, but it was true... there was friction."

Because of this incident, Wu Ze's mood was obviously not high, and the four of them comforted him for a while before he got better.

Several people went to the vocal room, dining room, and activity room. After walking around and getting familiar with the environment, they went back to the dormitory. It was eight o'clock in the evening.

After writing nursery rhymes on the bed for a while, Deng Yuantian glanced at the time and turned his head to look next door.

"My tattoo fell off, and I want to fix it, do you want to go out together?" Deng Yuantian paused, then smiled, "This time, can I treat you to grilled squid?"

The person who was doing sit-ups stopped, responded, and said, "This time I will pay."

They both put on their shoes, took the keys and went out together.

The training base camp where the shooting was organized is located in the suburbs, and the surrounding area is sparsely populated and filled with small shops. It took them a long time to find a tattoo shop.

Deng Yuantian was picking out tattoo stickers. After Cheng Nan looked at it for a while, he looked away and raised his hand to grab the passing clerk.

"Can you do inkjet tattoos here?"

"Inkjet painting? Yes, it can be done, there are machines, but there are not many pictures, and they are not very complicated."

Deng Yuantian turned his head in doubt, and Cheng Nan said, "It will take longer to make inkjet."

Deng Yuantian asked, "Can you make Chinese characters?"

"What word do you want?" the clerk asked.

Knowing that there is only one "天", the clerk clicked his tongue: "This word is really simple, just four strokes, who will do it?"

Deng Yuantian: "I will."

"Okay, come in with me."

A few minutes later, Deng Yuantian touched the word Tian on his elbow, and the clerk put the spray gun back to its original place, and lit a cigarette.

"This one is waterproof, you don't need to take a shower or anything, and it will definitely not fade in half a month. But inkjet tattoos are just for fun. Your skin is fair and the skin quality is good. A real tattoo should look good. Don't try?"

Deng Yuantian smiled: "It's okay, that's fine."

The clerk also smiled and said nothing.

Coincidentally, there is a seller of grilled squid opposite the tattoo shop. The fresh squid slices are skewered on wooden sticks and grilled on an iron plate until they squeak.Sprinkle the seasoning, Deng Yuantian took it from the seller, handed a bunch to Cheng Nan, and fed his own to his mouth.

When both skewers of grilled squid were eaten, they took to the street.

Sensing the coldness on his forehead, Deng Yuantian raised his head, stretched out his hand, felt more raindrops, and said softly, "It's raining."

Cheng Nan looked around, almost all the shops were closed, and there were hundreds of meters away from the gate.

In just this time of looking around, the rain suddenly became heavier, and the wind blew up, quickly blowing off a precarious poster on the billboard.The dense raindrops fell from the sky mercilessly, and immediately wet the clothes of the two of them.

They were all wearing only T-shirts, and neither of them was wearing a jacket, barely sheltering from the rain under the narrow screen of the billboard.But the wind was also strong, and the rain was blown obliquely, still drenching on the two people.

Seeing the poster under his feet, Cheng Nan leaned over to pick it up and signaled Deng Yuantian to hide below.

The two of them walked 500 meters with the posters on their backs, and there was a puddle of water under their feet.

When it was still 200 meters away from the gate, a gust of wind whizzed by, rolling the heavily loaded poster several meters away, and pouring rain poured down from the top of the head in an instant.

Deng Yuantian held Cheng Nan's wrist, and said loudly amidst the sound of rain: "Forget it, don't pick it up, let's run over!"

Cheng Nan didn't hesitate, and the two ran towards the gate together.

Arriving under the eaves, Deng Yuantian stopped to take a breath, and looked down at his body, which was completely soaked.

He raised his head again, and a stream of water snaked down from Cheng Nan's forehead along his cheeks, and the fine droplets covered his handsome features.

Both of them were drowned.

Deng Yuantian couldn't help bending his eyes and smiling, raised his hand to wipe the water droplets on Cheng Nan's chin, and wiped off the water droplets on Cheng Nan's neck: "It seems that we have to take a bath again."

When his fingers brushed against his chin, Cheng Nan's body stiffened, and the wiped rainwater seemed to be poured on his heart again, slowly soaking into the ventricle.

The fingers hanging by the side couldn't help curling up, and after a while, as if he had finally accumulated enough courage, he lifted it up——

"Let's go back."

Cheng Nan put his hand back to its original place, and responded with a "hmm".

Back in the dormitory, the two of them took hot showers alternately, and soon fell asleep.

When he woke up the next morning, Deng Yuantian felt that his nose was a bit blocked, and something stuck in his throat, which was very stagnant.

After brushing his teeth, he tried to speak, but his voice was very hoarse.

Deng Yuantian tried his best to clear his throat, trying to drive away the foreign body sensation in his throat, but his voice was still hoarse.

He drank two full glasses of water and rushed to the dance practice room with Cheng Nan. The other members and two other groups were already waiting.

During these three days, there were special vocal music and dance teachers to guide them to rehearse the group song and dance to be performed in front of the instructors. Deng Yuantian was the lead singer in the group, and when he sang his part, everyone else could hear something was wrong.

The vocal music teacher folded his hands on his chest, frowned and said, "Since you are the lead singer in the group, it shouldn't be just at this level."

Deng Yuantian swallowed hard, and said, "I got hoarse when I woke up in the morning. I will try my best to recover. I'm sorry."

Wu Ze hurriedly said: "Teacher, Yuan Tian should have just woken up and his voice hasn't recovered yet. He is definitely not at this level."

Cheng Nan walked back and forth and handed a glass of water to Deng Yuantian.

He looked at the vocal music teacher and said, "We went out together last night and got caught in the rain."

The vocal music teacher sighed: "No matter what the reason is, it's definitely not good for you to have this kind of situation at this time. Then you should remember to rest more. If your voice can't recover in the next two days, you will be in trouble."

Hearing what she said, Deng Yuantian felt heavy in his heart, and the previously relaxed mood was no longer there.He didn't want to have this kind of problem at this time, and he didn't want to let the previous efforts of the entire team go to waste because of him.

But after resting for an hour and drinking several glasses of water, my throat still hasn't recovered.

At noon, Deng Yuantian measured the temperature with a thermometer, and it was 38.5°, with a slight fever.

Tang Yan and the others were worried and came to their dormitory to express condolences.

Yang Wenting said: "Yuan Tian, ​​your own strength is fine. In fact, you don't need to participate in vocal training. You just lie on the bed and rest, and you will definitely recover in three days."

Wu Ze also said: "Yes, yes, it is enough for the four of us to take vocal music lessons, and you are far ahead of us by a large margin."

Knowing that they were just comforting himself, and feeling hesitant in his heart, Deng Yuantian forced a smile and said softly, "Thank you, I will do my best. You will do your best too."

Fortunately, the next morning, his voice returned to its usual clarity, Deng Yuantian heaved a sigh of relief, and the other four were also relieved.

During the three days, they met with other groups. Most of the team members with comparable strength were friendly and polite, but there were also some aloof ones.They also went to the same practice room to participate in the lessons with the four members of Tank No. [-], but they didn't have any communication with each other.

On the afternoon of the third day, there was the last dance training class. A group of people waited outside for a long time, but the procrastination inside was not over yet.

Tang Yan looked down at the time and frowned: "Why hasn't it ended for so long?"

Unable to sit still, Wu Ze jumped off the window sill, and the door opened when he reached the door.

The four people from Tank No. [-] came out, and everyone immediately understood.

Amidst the buzzing noise, someone lowered his voice and said: "See, targeted counseling, and you have to delay the class, just look at the ostentation of others."

The other person sneered: "Is there any way, you and I are not the son of heaven, so let's be green leaves and finish the job."

When everyone entered the practice room, most of them bowed and greeted the cold dance teacher enthusiastically, as if the unwillingness just now did not belong to them.

After dinner at six o'clock, the two-and-a-half-hour rehearsal began.At this time, the instructors were still preparing, and the recording officially started at [-]:[-] p.m.

The field workers were running around, the lighting engineer and photographer were also busy, and Liu Min hurried over to accompany them.

Standing in the background, the five people looked at each other's changed clothes.

Tang Yan is wearing a black vest and leather pants, full of punk feeling; Yang Wenting is just the opposite of him, with a white shirt, tight denim, and an obvious neutral temperament; Wu Ze follows his usual hip-hop style, red clothes and green pants, the whole group is also He can pull off that style.

Deng Yuantian looked at Cheng Nan, who was wearing a black and white T-shirt and loose camouflage overalls.

This outfit is so cool.

He originally wanted to say these five words, but when he opened his mouth, his voice seemed to be blown away by a snowflake machine.

The stage lights are colorful, bright and gorgeous, and the sound of music, singing, and shouting all come together, hitting everyone's earworms like a raging storm.

When everyone was gearing up and preparing to show off on the dazzling stage, Deng Yuantian's whole body was icy cold, like falling into an ice cellar.

He seems to have lost his voice.