Self-cultivation of professional idols

Staff: "Go out the door and go left, enter the first recording room, and record a short interview."

Ling Xiao gave a faint "hmm", probably guessing what would happen next.

When he came to the door of the recording room that the staff mentioned, Ling Xiao pretended to knock on the door: "Is anyone there? Then I'll come in."

The room was brightly lit, and Ling Xiao closed the door with his backhand.

"Click."

The door was locked from the outside.

At the same time, the lights were completely dimmed, and the room was completely dark.

The next moment, the light was turned on again, but it was flickering, which added a bit of weird atmosphere to the room.

Ling Xiao took a few steps forward slowly, and found a mirror by his side, which reflected his expressionless face.

Suddenly, the mirror slipped down, and behind the mirror appeared a "female ghost" with "blood" all over her face.

Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows, but he didn't take half a step back, and his face was still indifferent.

The "female ghost" slowly crawled out from behind, and approached Ling Xiao straightly. Seeing that Ling Xiao was not afraid at all, she seemed not to give up, and circled around him round and round.

"Is it over? How do you get out?" Ling Xiao folded his hands on his chest, looking lazy.

The "female ghost" was also very bored, stroked her wide sleeves and got up from the ground, pointing to a certain corner, where there was an imperceptible exit.

Ling Xiao opened the door, and found that there was a room connected behind the door, in which several rows of chairs were neatly arranged.

Just when he was still wondering about the layout of the room, a strange cry came from behind him:

"Ahhh!"

Immediately afterwards, he was rushed by the trainee who had been hiding behind the door for a long time.

One of the trainees was his roommate, and with a smirk, he bumped his fist into his shoulder: "How is it? Are you scared?"

Another trainee hooked Ling Xiao's neck: "Are you too boring? Are you not afraid at all inside?"

Ling Xiao was puzzled: "Did you all see it just now?"

"Yeah," the roommate pointed to the big screen behind them, "It's live."

"If every trainee is as calm as Ling Xiao, we won't be able to play!"

Ling Xiao twitched the corner of his mouth and waved his hand away: "I just don't want to be made into an emoji."

Gradually, more and more trainees experienced the "haunted house", most of them patted their chests, looking miserable after the disaster, and some trainees guessed the general link, so they behaved relatively calmly.

The trainees sat on the stools and yelled, some complained that the program crew made it too scary, and some were enthusiastically guessing who the next unlucky guy would be.

"Hey, isn't this the Chinese trainee?" A voice suddenly appeared from the crowd, with a hint of schadenfreude in its tone.

The voice of Ling Xiao talking with his companion suddenly stopped.

The companion looked suspiciously, and saw Ling Xiao staring at the big screen with a solemn expression that he had never seen before.

Guanlan took the nameplate from the staff and bowed slightly to him: "Thanks for your hard work."

Staff: "Guanlan trainee, there will be an interview later, please go to the first recording room on the left hand side of the door."

Guanlan nodded, not doubting him at all.

Routinely knocked on the door, but no one answered.

Guanlan said to himself: "I shouldn't have gone wrong..."

He yelled at the door a few more times, but after no one responded, he opened the door bravely and asked, "Is the camera teacher there?"

Guanlan looked around, there was no one in the room at all, just about to exit, but a strong force came from behind and pushed him in directly.

Guanlan's heart trembled, and he immediately turned around and grabbed the doorknob and turned it several times, but the door was already locked.

Just as he was about to call out, the room was plunged into darkness, suppressing the voice he hadn't spoken yet back into his throat.

After a while, the light above Guanlan's head flickered again, he pursed his lips tightly, and still kept the posture of holding the doorknob.

At this time, he also gradually came to his senses. This may have been intentional by the program crew, but he still tapped on the door with a glimmer of hope: "Is anyone there? Can you open the door for me?"

Naturally, no one answered the door.

Guanlan lowered his head gradually, staring at a small shadow cast by his feet, trembling weakly with the flickering lights above his head.

He suddenly didn't dare to look any further, for fear that something else might appear.

And everything that happened at this moment was clearly recorded on the big screen in another room.

Companion: "Ling Xiao, why..."

Ling Xiao didn't speak, but frowned tightly, watching Guanlan with his back facing the hidden camera in the room, squatting down little by little, leaning against the door and sitting silently, trying to shrink himself into a small In a ball, he even wrapped his arms around his head.

Ling Xiao moved his lips, and said a name silently.

Guanlan, who was separated from him by the door, sat in the safe corner he had built for himself, and kept comforting himself in his heart:

It's okay, it's okay, the program team will let me out after a while, just hold on for a while.Wait a while... Wait a little longer and you will see Ling Xiao...

But Guanlan knew that in the deepest part of her body, there was still a voice that kept saying: I'm so scared... Can anyone come and open the door for him...

Ling Xiao saw that the mirror not far from Guanlan had slipped, and the "female ghost" slowly crawled out of it. She couldn't bear it anymore, stood up "Teng", and went straight to the cameraman who was recording.

The rest of the trainees also gradually stopped playing, staring blankly at Ling Xiao, who was desperately suppressing his anger, and said word by word, "Here! Him! Open! The door!"

Guanlan closed her eyes tightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and the dark room was full of eerie.

He heard a "rustling" sound of clothes being dragged on the ground behind him.

Guanlan dared to speak: "Who are you? Are you here to open the door for me?"

His voice was unbearably hoarse.

The voice behind him suddenly stopped.

Guanlan slowly opened a gap in his eyes, and a dim light leaked in, making him dazed for a while.

Time seems to have suddenly returned to three years ago.

At that time, he was just in high school, because he skipped a grade, so he was younger than the whole class. In addition, he had a withdrawn personality and was not good at dealing with people. He occasionally skipped classes because of his good grades, which caused a small number of people in the class to be upset. .

"Hmph, do you think you'll be great if you know how to do a few questions? Who will you show your high spirit?"

"That's not as good as us..."

One day he was stopped by a boy in class: "Hey! Wait a minute."

He looked back at the boy who called him.

Stared at by his clear eyes, the boy felt a little guilty for a while, and then put on a very normal look:

"The chemistry teacher asked you to go to the laboratory to get the equipment."

He nodded, slightly longer bangs drooping slightly, covering his eyebrows and eyes.

Seeing that he believed his own words, the boy immediately ran to other people to brag: "That kid is just a nerd who can only do questions, he will believe whatever I say."

The empty laboratory building echoed his footsteps. He gently pushed open the door of the laboratory. When he walked to the equipment, he just bent down to pick it up, when the door was suddenly closed heavily.

"Hey! What do you want to do?!" He rushed to the door and slammed on the door.

The person outside locked the door mercilessly, and said with a sneer, "It's nothing, I'll just lock you up for one night, so that you can have a long memory in the future, don't always look down on people."

"Hey! Open the door for me quickly!" He was a little anxious, but he only heard the sound of footsteps gradually going away.

He slumped against the sliding door and sat on the ground, slightly bent his legs and buried his face inside, and was already prepared in his heart to spend the night in the laboratory.

The sky gradually darkened, he fell asleep and woke up again, the dim afterglow soaked into the room, it didn't have the usual magnificence, on the contrary, it added a bit of horror to the silent laboratory.

His heartbeat gradually accelerated, and his ears were filled with the sound of the clock "da", "da" passing by.He looked up at the surrounding environment, and there was a portrait of a famous chemist pasted behind the laboratory.

He licked his dry lips, inexplicably feeling that his eyes seemed to be looking at him.

He immediately withdrew his head back, trembling all over, and let out a tiny whimper from fear in his throat.

When school was over that afternoon, Ling Xiao glanced at the empty seat diagonally in front of him, thinking that the child skipped class again this afternoon?But I clearly told him about training tonight...

Holding the schoolbag in one hand, Ling Xiao staggered down the stairs, but stopped suddenly at a certain corner.

"Hey, he's not still there, is he?"

"Otherwise, where else could it be? Don't worry, I've already checked the duty schedule. There is absolutely no laboratory building today... Hey! Ling Xiao, what are you doing!"

Ling Xiao was carrying his schoolbag in one hand, and lifted the man's collar in the other. Although his face was expressionless, his eyes were so cold that he was about to rush up and beat him up in the next second: "Where did you lock him up?"

It's going to be dark soon.

He tried to hypnotize himself to fall asleep quickly, but instead he became more and more energetic.He tightened his body, as if trying to merge with the wall.

In the silence, he finally couldn't help sobbing: "Is there anyone to help me... I'm afraid..."

At last it was completely dark.

He was drowsy with his knees hugged, his face was full of unwiped tears, half dreaming and half awake, he seemed to hear hurried footsteps.

He raised his head in panic, as if trying to determine whether it was a dream or reality.

He pinched himself, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer to him!

Holding the key in his hand, Ling Xiao ran all the way, stepping on all the voice-activated lights in the corridor along the way.

Suddenly, he felt a ray of light appear beside him.

The light gradually expanded in his eyes, and the boy stood in the brightest place.

Three years later, when Ling Xiao opened the door for Guanlan with the key, he finally remembered the name he deliberately forgot.

Brightness and darkness are divided into two distinct worlds by the door of the laboratory.

The young man squatted down beside him, hugged him into his arms, and stroked his back lightly:

"Chu Xie, it's okay."

When the light suddenly appeared, Guanlan thought he was immersed in memories.

Ling Xiao stood at the door, and Guanlan just stared blankly at him as he bent down and patted himself on the back:

"Don't be afraid, it's all right now."

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