Self-cultivation of professional idols

The piano accompaniment stopped suddenly.

The four of them also stopped, Qiqi looked up at the mentor.

The instructor stroked the keys, looked up at them, and hesitated to speak: "How did you choose your center?"

How did you choose?

Choose by age.

Everyone didn't speak, and faced each other in silence.

"I think..." the instructor thought about it and said, "Can you try another person as the center?"

The camera not far away scanned everyone's face one by one, and finally fixed on Guanlan.

"Guanlan trainee..."

Guanlan was obviously taken aback when he heard his name.

"Come and try this part."

Guanlan looked at his teammates on both sides, hesitated for a while, until he saw the C trainee nodded slightly to him, then stepped forward and sang the first verse.

During the tutoring period, he kept nodding secretly, and gave him a thumbs up when he finished singing.

The C trainee also took off his own badge and pinned it on Guanlan himself.

Guanlan looked at him a little helplessly: "Is it not too good..."

The latter smiled indifferently: "It doesn't matter, this is for those who can."

Seeing this scene, the other two trainees applauded for his demeanor.

Guanlan looked down at the two badges on the chest, one on the left and one on the right, and pursed her lips: "I will definitely work hard!"

The instructor also smiled and said, "Guanlan is quite young, but he has experienced a lot."

He raised his head, and couldn't help beating his heart. Could it be that the instructor saw...

"Have you ever had someone you liked before..."

Guanlan opened his mouth to speak, but retracted when the words reached his lips.

Actually still like it now.

As he said that, the instructor leaned on the piano, stretched out his hand for them to sit down, and started talking: "I also liked someone before..."

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he turned his head to the camera and said, "This section is stuck", and then turned his head with another expression: "At that time we..."

The word "past" immediately hit Guanlan's sensitive nerves, and he took a deep breath, as if he wanted to let out all the turbulent emotions.

In the low whisper, Guanlan couldn't help but glanced back out of the window.

Late autumn has passed long ago, and the country where I have stayed for a few years seems so strange at this moment.

It's going to snow in Japan.

"Are you reading?" Ling Xiao walked into the classroom wiping his sweat, "Didn't you go to PE class?"

He raised his head to look at Ling Xiao, then looked down at the book in his hand.

It seemed serious, but from the moment Ling Xiao entered the door...he didn't read a single word.

Ling Xiao took out a bottle of water from his desk, and sat in the seat in front of him, as naturally as he was sitting here.

Ling Xiao turned around and folded his hands on the Guanlan table: "Why are you so bored at such a young age? Be lively."

Guanlan took advantage of the situation and put the book on the table, Ling Xiao was stared at by those bright black eyes, his cheeks felt a little hot for no reason, he picked up the book on the table and looked away: "What book are you reading? "

"Tsugaru."

Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows and said happily: "You are finally willing to speak? Not bad."

"What is this book about? Can you lend me a read? So that I can learn from the books you Xueba usually read."

Guanlan lowered her eyes: "Whatever you want."

The next day, when Ling Xiao came to the classroom, he sized up Guanlan next to him, and exclaimed, "Aren't you cold? Why are you wearing so little? Are you still wearing clothes?"

Guanlan pulled off the school uniform jacket to show Ling Xiao, and there was only a short sleeve inside.

Ling Xiao was speechless for a while, and immediately took off his coat to him, and said, "What kind of memory do you have... I just asked you to wear more clothes yesterday, what should I do if I catch a cold?"

Guanlan held Ling Xiao's jacket with both hands, and secretly grasped it tightly, thinking that this would keep Ling Xiao's remaining warmth.

"Don't forget about it tomorrow... Let's see who will take the clothes..."

"What about you?" Guanlan suddenly interrupted Ling Xiao's nagging like an old lady.

"Me? I'm going to dance practice later."

Guanlan immediately stood up when she heard this: "Then I too..."

Ling Xiao pushed him back to his seat with one hand: "You give me a good class today. You skipped a day of class the day before yesterday, so you can't do it today."

"I'm fine..." Guanlan protested softly.

Those black eyes, which were always showing indifference on weekdays, were looking at him earnestly at this moment, and Ling Xiao's heart softened unconsciously: "That's all right... I'll pick you up in the afternoon."

At noon, Guanlan went to the office to ask the class teacher for leave.

"Next time, you can't ask for leave so frequently."

Guanlan said to deal with it, but next time he will do as he pleases.

School gate.

Ling Xiao was leaning on his bicycle, humming a tune. The uncle security guard in the guard room saw him and opened the window: "Hey, young man isn't coming in?"

Ling Xiao stood up straight and replied, "My brother is sick, I'll pick him up."

Coincidentally, Guanlan ran all the way out of the teaching building, took the leave note and slapped it on the table in the guard room, then walked slowly to Ling Xiao, gasping for breath: "No, I'm sorry... I, I It's getting late..."

Uncle Security poked his head out again: "Your brother runs quite fast... he looks very energetic."

"Well..." Ling Xiao nodded, "He has a heart disease."

Guanlan raised his head and looked at him suspiciously.

Ling Xiao reached out and touched the back of his head: "Think about it."

Uncle Security: ... Oh, the young people nowadays are amazing.

Guanlan hurriedly lowered his head, but couldn't resist the rising enthusiasm, and tugged on his sleeve: "Let's go."

Ling Xiao stepped on the bicycle and raised his chin at him: "Come on."

Guanlan took a long time to sit on the back seat, and felt that there was no place to rest his hands, so he urged: "I'm done."

Ling Xiao turned his head again: "Are you going to throw yourself to death? Hurry up and hug me."

hug?How to hug?Do you want to lean on it?

Guanlan felt that his brain was short-circuited, and countless question marks exploded into fireworks inside, but he still carefully rubbed against his back, wrapping his hands around his waist bit by bit.

During the period, Ling Xiao even thought he was too slow, so he pulled his arm and put it on his waist: "Hold on tight."

"The wind is a bit strong, you should hide behind me carefully." Ling Xiao said, and even stretched out a hand to pat him back, and the bicycle twisted into an "S" under his one-handed control.

Guanlan was so frightened that she hurriedly hugged his waist tightly, but she heard Ling Xiao chuckle in a low voice:

"It's the first time someone takes you, kid."

With one ear pressed against the back of the person in front, Guanlan could clearly hear his own heartbeat.

I like my brother.

I want to be with my brother forever.

Even if he said such a thing in front of Ling Xiao, he would probably regard it as admiration for his big brother and would not take it seriously.

Only in front of Ling Xiao can he live like a child.

Don't let him know about this kind of thing.

"Yo, bring your brother again."

Several trainees in the practice room, seeing Ling Xiao taking his younger brother who didn't talk all day, started booing.

"Hey, what are you holding? Put it down quickly." Ling Xiao snatched back the book from a certain trainee.

The trainee didn't feel embarrassed at all, but jokingly said, "Ling Xiao, are you still reading?"

Ling Xiao protected the book with his hand, carefully checked it inside and out, and then raised his head and gave him a sideways glance: "I, a liberal arts student, don't read books very normally."

The others laughed.

Ling Xiao turned around and handed the book to Guanlan: "Help me hold it first."

Guanlan took it and saw that it was the "Tsugaru" that he lent him.

As before, Guanlan sat at the back of the practice room, holding a book in his arms, silently watching the trainees practice.

The room was very warm, Guanlan leaned against the wall and fell asleep at some point.

In a daze, it seemed that someone was talking beside him, but his eyelids were too heavy to open.

"Fell asleep?"

"Ah."

"This is your own brother?"

"No, just a classmate."

"Classmate? It looks so small."

"Why do classmates cling to you every day? Come here without class just to watch you dance?"

For a moment no one spoke.

Someone gradually approached him, and Guanlan grabbed his hand in the darkness.

He heard himself say, "Take me away."

The man shook it off mercilessly, as if he had touched something dirty.

"Go away, don't let me see you again."

Guanlan woke up suddenly, only to find that he was covered in cold sweat when he woke up.

"Huh? Awake?"

He suddenly found himself next to a person.

The man who had just appeared in his dream.

"Ling... Xiao." He hadn't recovered from that terrible dream, and he called out the man's name in panic, only to realize that his voice had already changed its tone.

The others in the practice room had already left, and only the two of them were left.

"Are you awake?" Ling Xiao touched his stiff face, "Let's go, brother will take you to eat something."

Sitting on the back seat of the bicycle this time, Guanlan hugged Ling Xiao's waist obediently.

"I just finished reading your book."

"Oh." Guanlan tilted her head, "Does it look good?"

"If I don't have □ beans in the future," Ling Xiao rode on the bike, and hung up one earphone for himself, "I really want to settle there."

"Is it."

"Huh? What did you just say?"

Guanlan shook his head: "It's nothing, I said it's very good there."

Later, Guanlan took the time to read the whole book.

"Are you going alone?" One day Guanlan asked suddenly.

Ling Xiao was dozing off at that time: "What?"

"Tsugaru."

Ling Xiao narrowed his eyes: "Of course I went with my family."

Guanlan stroked the cover of the book, but said nothing.

"What? Do you want to go play?" Ling Xiao still looked sleepy, "Then I will take you to Japan after the holiday."

"There are tryouts during the summer vacation." Guanlan whispered.

"When the trials are over, I will take you there. Will your family let you out?"

Guanlan nodded, and shook his hand under the desk: "Brother, we have agreed."

But no one thought that that summer... so many things would happen.