His personality is not good

The backstage lounge is very spacious, the size of three school classrooms. Several LCD monitors are hung on the wall, and the camera positions are aimed at the center of the stage and the instructors in the audience.

In the front and back corners of the room, there are also staff carrying photographers. They are like machines that only take pictures, and they have no intention of opening their mouths.

In this completely unfamiliar environment, everyone seemed a little cautious, and the room was full of whispers.

The scene is a bit like a small movie theater.

The numbers drawn by Zhong Weishi and Dafei were close to each other, and they sat next to each other.

More than ten minutes later, two staff members came in from the outside, each carrying two boxes of drinks in their hands.

A young lady with light makeup smiled and said to everyone: "Try it, it's a gift from the sponsor, it tastes pretty good."

The cameraman turns his camera on the contestants who start drinking their drinks.

This is obviously a hard-core ad placement arranged by the program group. Everyone tacitly wants to perform well in front of the camera, drink very elegantly, and analyze the taste and taste of the drink like an up master playing food and broadcasting.

Only Zhong Weishi, as if he had just returned from a refugee camp, unscrewed the cover and took a deep breath. The photographer uncle smiled and pointed the camera at him as if he had dug up a treasure.

Zhong Weishi was still not satisfied after finishing the drink, so he looked at Da Fei: "What flavor is yours, is it good?"

"It's delicious." Da Fei also clicked his lips and glanced at the bottle, "It tastes like grapefruit."

Zhong Weishi handed over his own bottle cap, "Give me some."

The two used the bottle cap as a wine glass, touched each other, and took a sip.

"It's delicious." Zhong Weishi handed over the bottle cap again, "Give me some more."

The people around were stunned: Which f*cking village is this mentally handicapped?

After the staff read out the precautions during the game to everyone, they left.

Zhong Weishi couldn't take a break, whispered to each other and looked around, and found a familiar side face.

Sun Jiarong?

Sun Jiarong also felt his gaze, turned his head to look back, mockingly, snorted coldly, ignored him, and turned back to talk to the person next to him.

This made Zhong Weishi feel baffled.

Anyway, I stayed with the crew of "Old Times" for three months before, so if we meet again by chance, even if it's not polite, we should have a polite smile, right?

He recalled that on the day when the film crew finished filming, Sun Jiarong also took the initiative to clink glasses with him, and said sincerely, "I wish you a bright future."

At that time, he still felt a little ashamed because he misunderstood that Sun Jiarong was deliberately alienating him, but now it seems that he did not misunderstand...

Sun Jiarong really didn't like him.

Why?

The match lasted for several hours, and finally it was Dafei's turn to play. Zhong Weishi gave him a high-five, "Come on."

What Dafei drew was an old song with a sense of age. He had heard it but hadn’t practiced it. Zhong Weishi watched it on TV, and he could already feel that he was quite nervous, and the treble part was slightly flawed.

The instructor's evaluation was quite sharp, straight to the point, making Da Fei sweat all over his forehead, and even the players in the waiting area became nervous.

Instructor: "I see it says on your resume, do you usually broadcast live? How do you usually broadcast live?"

Dafei's sweat rolled down from his temples, "Just, just...singing or something."

"Why are you on this show?"

"like singing."

"Then why don't you sing on the platform and come to the show instead?"

Da Fei was incoherent: "Think, maybe, maybe more people like it, the platform is not as big as here..."

Answering the question was like squeezing toothpaste. Da Fei was sweating profusely when asked, and Zhong Weishi went through the questions asked by the tutor in his mind.

In fact, it is nothing more than those questions, what do you want to do in the future?What is your purpose here?Why do you think you can go on?

Why?

Thinking of this, he still sighed softly.

As soon as Dafei got off stage, he rushed to the toilet and washed his face. This was the first time he faced a live audience, so many pairs of eyes were watching him closely like falcons.

It was too suffocating!

"Dafei."

The sudden sound scared him to pieces, he turned his head abruptly, and was stunned.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Gu Lizhou still held an unburned cigarette in his hand, and made a silent gesture, "Go and help me call Wei Shi, I'll wait for him here."

"Oh." Da Fei nodded repeatedly.

The message that Da Fei sent to Zhong Weishi was: there is a cute kitten in the men's room at the end of the corridor, squatting on the window sill, with pink eyes!

Zhong Weishi couldn't believe it at all, "How is it possible! You lied!"

"Don't believe pull it down."

In the eyes of everyone, Dafei has always been an honest person, the kind of simple and kind person who can't lie, is very kind, and has no heart.

Zhong Weishi's IQ has been successfully offline again through Dafei's genuine empathy.

With the doubts of "Is there really a cat with pink eyes in this world" and the idea of ​​"If it is true, then I must be rich", he quietly pushed open the toilet door.

As a result, a black shadow hiding behind the door covered his mouth and dragged him into the toilet cubicle.

Gu Lizhou had just finished smoking, and there was still a faint smell of tobacco between his fingers. Zhong Weishi had guessed who it was as soon as he smelled it.

"Fuck." Zhong Weishi laughed, "Why is it you?"

Gu Lizhou raised his eyebrows, "Are you disappointed?"

"No," Zhong Weishi said with some embarrassment, "That bastard Da Fei lied to me that there is a cat with pink eyes in the toilet. I'm curious, so I'll take a look."

Gu Lizhou couldn't help laughing: "You even believe this?"

"That depends on who said it. I definitely don't believe what Qiangzi said. That's a big mistake! You son of a bitch has learned badly by now."

"What about me?" Gu Lizhou asked.

"You?" Zhong Weishi looked disgusted, "Then I don't believe it even more."

Gu Lizhou raised his hand to hold the back of his head, and moved towards the area in front of him.

The space was a bit cramped, Gu Lizhou's back was leaning against the door, his chest pressed tightly together.

Gu Lizhou's kiss was a little tougher than usual, with a slight smell of tobacco. Zhong Weishi could feel from this passionate deep kiss that he was in a good mood today.

Don't know why, but he just can feel it.

Gu Lizhou wrapped his left hand tightly around his waist, and pinched his butt playfully with his right palm.

It feels quite amazing.

Zhong Weishi was so bewildered by his kiss, he couldn't help raising his hand to caress his back.

Gu Lizhou's black shirt was pulled out from under his belt, and several buttons on his chest were unbuttoned, and his lower abdomen became hot from rubbing.

There is each other's breath between the lips and teeth.

The footsteps from far to near in the aisle completely dispelled Zhong Weishi's desire to go further.

"Did you see number 110?"

is a woman's voice.

Zhong Weishi stopped in time, looked at his watch, and widened his eyes: "It's over! I have to go first! See you later!"

At this time, the neckline was wide open, full of interest, and Gu Lizhou, who had even unbuttoned his belt buckle, leaned against the door, holding his head, wanting to cry but not crying.

Zhong Weishi fled the scene like a rabbit.

Before leaving, he said: "If you can wait, I will come back and help you!"

"..."

As soon as Zhong Weishi left, Gu Lizhou followed suit.

On the stage is No. 106 performing.

At the end of a song, it was the instructor's turn to ask questions: "What is your goal for coming to this stage? Or what is your dream?"

This person sang well, but when faced with the question, he was obviously a little frightened, and stammered: "I have liked acting since I was a child, and then my family asked me to sign up, so I signed up."

There is another kind of talent on the field who is quite well-prepared. Give him a microphone, and he can chat from the prehistoric universe to the destruction of the world.

"Actually, in the year I was born, there was an earthquake. My grandparents died in that earthquake. My father's legs were amputated and he was paralyzed in bed." Speaking of this, the contestant burst into tears, "My mother remarried , I really don't know what to do, I feel like my life is ruined..."

As he spoke, his voice became more and more choked up: "The purpose of my participation in this program is to prove that I can do it myself! I have a future!..."

The audience was moved to tears.

As soon as Zhong Weishi came to the stage, he saw his boyfriend sitting behind Cheng Yue, and his beating heart eased a little.

As long as Gu Lizhou is within his line of sight, he will feel an inexplicable sense of security, which is very miraculous.

He chose an acting test. After a brief self-introduction, the video began to play on the big screen.

His previous stage performance experience still gave him great help. Although he was nervous, he did not forget his words anyway, and the instructor's evaluation was also good.

Each contestant has tens of seconds of self-report canvassing time. At first, Gu Lizhou thought that Zhong Weishi would imitate Zhong Weishi and play the "tragic life card" to gain some sympathy. Unexpectedly, he just sang "Wish" a cappella.

This song was composed and sung by Cheng Yue himself.

The lyrics are about dreams and persistence.

One of the tutors is Mo Jin, who has a lot of experience and sharp words: "Why did you sing this song by Cheng Yue? Want to add points?"

"Because I like it." Zhong Weishi smiled calmly, "I heard this song a long time ago. At that time, I didn't know Teacher Cheng, and I didn't know that I would be standing on this stage today. Sometimes a word, A look, a smile, and an action can convey infinite power to people, and so can lyrics."

"As expressed in the lyrics, I also want to dedicate my best years to everything I love the most."

After Zhong Weishi finished speaking, he bowed deeply, and the audience applauded thunderously.

When he looked up, he unconsciously glanced in the direction of his boyfriend's seat.

When I saw the man who said with a sneer that "support is something only a kid would do" when he went out in the morning, he held an IPAD in both hands.

Probably because of too much shame, the screen covered most of the man's face, only showing a pair of eyes.

On the black screen, like an LED scrolling advertisement in a shopping mall, a line of red block letters slowly scrolled across.

"Zhong Weishi, I like you~"