Self-cultivation of professional idols

"Who are you going to call this time?" The voice came from behind the camera.

Guanlan: "My cousin."

He dialed a number and got through.

Neither of them spoke, they were waiting for the other to speak first.

In the end, Chu Mo couldn't help it: "Do you know that I'm busy?"

"I know."

"Then you still..." Chu Mo suddenly thought of an important thing in the middle of speaking, and the volume was much louder than before, "No! Where did you get your mobile phone?"

"Well... I'm recording a show."

The other side seemed to take the microphone away and swear a bad word. After a long silence, the voice over there sounded again, and said in a rough voice: "It doesn't feel good to be low..."

Guanlan's expression didn't change a bit, listening to Chu Mo's habitual sarcasm: "I haven't seen you rank more than one digit..."

Guanlan corrected: "I haven't fallen out of the top three..."

Chu Mo was at a loss for words, this person could always piss him off with a calm face.

"But it's not up to me to decide."

"Do you know that you are about to be eliminated?"

Hearing this, after Guanlan looked up at the camera, the staff didn't respond.

"Is it?"

It was always that light tone, as if nothing mattered.

But for some reason, Chu Mo felt uncomfortable listening to it.

This reminded him of Chu Xie's indifferent and empty eyes two years ago.

"If you can stay in the second round..." Chu Mo said suddenly, without even realizing it, "I will come to the scene."

"Didn't you say you were busy just now?" Guanlan's voice was tinged with a hint of a smile.

"Hmph, I'm afraid that no one will vote for you, which will hurt your self-esteem."

Guanlan: "Okay, then see you in China."

"Are you so confident?"

"Well, it's rare for you to condescend to come to see me. Of course I will seize the opportunity."

Chu Mo hung up in anger.

Fortunately, as soon as he showed a little sympathy, he was immediately broken by Chu Xie.

And those two years... have already passed.

The topic of discussion in the Guanlan support club recently is whether to build an anti-gang station and who will build it.

Chu Mo posted a message in the group: What is the anti-black station?

The sisters in the group immediately explained a lot to him. After Chu Mo got a general understanding, he immediately wrote a small program and threw it into the group.

Chu Mo is not silent: This program can automatically search for related words, and can also automatically card, so there is no need to manually search for squares.

Group owner: Why don't you just build an anti-criminal station together?Anyway, it's just a matter of moving your fingers.

When the Anti-Mafia Station was formally established, some people also enthusiastically said that they would come to help purify, and Chu Mo always replied with two words: no.

After a day of training, the trainees all yawned and walked towards the dormitory.

"Wow! It's raining!"

The lively and active trainees ran into the rain as if they were having fun, and excitedly waved their arms at the sisters, making their mother fans start to worry deeply about them.

"Why do you run like a monkey?"

"Don't be sick!! Mom told you to go back to the dormitory quickly!!"

Jiang Rou: "A daily question: Where is my son?"

At this moment, Guanlan was about to take off his coat to keep out the rain, when suddenly a hand stretched out from the side and held his hand holding the zipper, and then pulled the zipper to the top without any explanation.

"I'll support you, let's rush over." Without waiting for Guanlan's answer, Ling Xiao quickly took off his clothes and put them on top of their heads.

Holding up the camera, Jiang Rou murmured to her friend: "He's standing there for two minutes, what, what... what..."

Her voice became softer and softer until she burst out: "Damn it?!"

And the friend on the other side almost passed away, muttering to himself like crazy: "I got it real, I got it real..."

At this moment, the other station sisters, no matter which one they belonged to, slowly put down the camera, revealing the dull faces behind the camera:

"Fuck..."

"Too hard!"

"Drink me to death, kill me to death!"

"I'm going to climb the wall Xiaolan!! Nobody stop me!!"

"It's amazing for a young couple to fall in love at public expense!"

Secret Forest | Xiaolan: This day should be recorded in history! !I'm aphasia... Let's watch the video for yourself!

The first hot comment: awsl Am I watching some school idol drama?Supporting your clothes to protect you from the rain is a proper little plot, isn't it? ?

There are also comments on the video of the sister of Guanlan Station: Ball, you go to GL Chaochao to see... I can't get out of dbq.

Still Water Runs Deep|Guanlan: It's raining, but as soon as you appear, the sky clears up.

Jiang Rou's video is more complete than the CP site, starting with Ling Xiao helping Guanlan zip up his jacket.

Looking through the comments, Jiang Rou was almost delusional...

The first hot comment: lx, this young man is really nice... As long as you treat my daughter well, Mama, I will agree to this marriage!

That man...he's at it again! ! !

Angry, Jiang Rou boarded the trumpet and sent a message:

Has Xiaolan untied today? ! !

dormitory.

Ling Xiao shook his coat, then put it on his arm, and seemed to mention it casually: "You are very obedient."

"What?" Guanlan pulled down the zipper a little, exposing his chin.

Ling Xiao tapped his chest: "What's going on?"

Guanlan realized that he was talking about the C position, so she roughly explained the process to him.

"Although there is no big problem..." Ling Xiao looked at his confused face, and couldn't help but reach out and stroke his hair, "I guess it will still be cut..."

"Ah?" Guanlan lowered his head to look at his badge, and suddenly felt that the C position had become a hot potato.

"do not think too much."

Ling Xiao raised his chin with his hand, looked into his eyes: "I believe you will do well."

Guanlan quickly got rid of his hand, and the roots of her ears were slightly red again.

It seems that Ling Xiao has never praised himself so seriously before.

In high school, whenever Ling Xiao came back from dance practice to go to self-study, he always looked like he was not awake, lying on the table, stretching out his arms and tapping his shoulders at the front table:

"Chu Xie, show me today's paper."

Chu Xie found the day's paper from the desk and handed it to him. Ling Xiao took it and squinted his eyes: "As expected of being a top student, with full marks again."

The meaning of the words is more ridicule than praise.

But now, Ling Xiao always beat around the bush when he praised people, and if he didn't listen carefully, he thought he was scolding him.

He rarely seemed so serious.

"I will work hard." Guanlan left these words and hurried back to the dormitory.

I happened to meet the roommate who finished the recording, holding a big box in his hand, and was struggling to open the door.

Guanlan supported his box with one hand, opened the door with the other hand, and asked, "What are you?"

"Oh, the gift for the second stage." The roommate put the box on the ground, wiped the sweat from his head, and asked casually, "You haven't received the unlocking gift yet, have you?"

Guanlan looked at the box on the ground and said softly, "What are you sending?"

"Looks like a snack? Let me take a look."

Sitting on her own bed, Guanlan watched her roommate open the box, suddenly feeling lonely.

It seems that I have never received a gift...

There was a knock on the door.

The roommate stopped and looked back at Guanlan.

Guanlan shook his head at him, then turned to the door: "Come in."

The staff held a list and leaned on the door frame: "Is the Guanlan trainee here?"

Guanlan was taken aback for a moment, then stood up unconsciously: "What's wrong?"

Staff: "Come and get your gift."

Guanlan opened his eyes wide, and the corners of his mouth gradually turned up. The unhappiness just now seemed to be swept away by this sentence. He greeted his roommate, "I'll be back later," and hurriedly followed the staff.

Before arriving at the destination, Guanlan asked impatiently: "What is the gift?"

"A glass of water."

When we arrived outside the recording room, the staff took out a cup from a broken box with some dust on it. Guanlan carefully took it from the staff and wiped off the dust with his sleeve bit by bit.

"Wait a minute, there are..."

The door opened.

Seeing the person outside the door, Ling Xiao's hand that was spinning the pen suddenly stopped.

Guanlan was also a little surprised, and called out his name in a low voice: "Ling Xiao."

The latter nodded casually, looked down at the water glass in his arms, and said with a smile, "It's just such a broken glass, so precious?"

Guanlan nodded: "It's a gift from fans."

Ling Xiao seemed to be smiling, but the absurdity never reached his eyes, like a kind of disdain.

He pushed Guanlan's shoulder: "Go in, I'll teach you how to record."

"So how do you want to thank your fans?" Ling Xiao deliberately paused on the word "thank you", but Guanlan didn't notice, looked around the entire recording room, and finally fell on the piano in the corner :

"Can I play the first piece?"

Ling Xiao: "Yes."

He negotiated with the camera teacher, and then Guanlan was surprised to see Ling Xiao holding the camera and walking towards him.

"How do you..."

"Otherwise, how can I teach you?" Ling Xiao said in a bad mood, "Don't worry, this won't be in the feature film, it's just a tidbit to make fans happy. Encourage them to give you more data."

"Isn't this...a gift from a fan?"

"I didn't say it wasn't given by the fans, it's just that they didn't give it directly."

"Swipe the pen shot and your self-introduction video, otherwise how do you think the gift came from?"

Ling Xiao looked at Guanlan's water glass with disgust, and said again: "Why is it a water glass? What are your fans doing?"

"But fans are used to reflect your value."

When he said these words, Ling Xiao's expression was very cold, as if he was talking about someone who had nothing to do with him.

But those who obviously like him so much...

"Ling Xiao, don't say that."

Stop hurting people who...

"What's wrong with you?" Ling Xiao approached him suddenly, not letting go of the slightest expression on his face, "I told you a long time ago, don't get too close to the fans, it will end badly."

Guanlan didn't know where he got the courage to look straight at Ling Xiao: "Do you really think so?"

"What do you think of those fans who like you?"