Self-cultivation of professional idols

Ling Xiao sat cross-legged on the ground, propped his head on one hand, and lazily said:

"Okay... you can dance again and show me."

Guanlan lowered her head slightly, feeling Ling Xiao's eyes on her through the mirror, and licked her lips uncomfortably.

"If your lips are dry, apply lip balm, what to lick." Ling Xiao frowned, touched the pocket of the sweater, took out one, and stretched out his hand towards Guanlan.

"Why are you standing still, come and get it."

Guanlan took it, looked at Ling Xiao, and then at the lip balm in his hand.

"Don't look at it, new one."

After finishing painting in front of the mirror, Guanlan returned it to Ling Xiao: "Thank you."

Ling Xiao rolled his eyelids: "Is there nothing else?" After finishing speaking, he raised his chin in the middle, "Let's start then."

Guanlan danced from the beginning, the more he wanted to perform well in his heart, but in reality he couldn't do well.

"Sorry... I was distracted just now." Because he missed a movement, Guanlan stopped on his own initiative, with his head down, like a good student waiting for the teacher to speak.

"do it again."

"Have you never practiced this movement before? Why is it so stiff?"

Ling Xiao walked to his side to demonstrate.

This is a kneeling wave, and Ling Xiao does it very naturally, but when he does it himself, either his neck is stuck or his waist is stuck.

Ling Xiao was helpless, grabbed his hands, put one on his neck and the other on his waist: "I'll do it again, you can feel it for yourself."

Guanlan's face turned red, and she turned her eyes away, the hands resting on Ling Xiao's body trembled imperceptibly.

"Have you... No, what's the matter with you?" Ling Xiao finished his movements and wanted to ask Guan Lan how he felt, but he only caught a glimpse of the latter's reddish side face from the mirror.

"I, I..." Guanlan "I" didn't say anything for a long time.

"Why are you so busy?"

"Look, I'll do it one last time."

At this moment, the door of the practice room opened suddenly.

When a class A trainee saw two overlapping figures on the ground, his expression suddenly became a little psychedelic.

Then, under the watchful eyes of Guanlan and Ling Xiao, he slowly backed out and closed the door behind him.

Sorry to bother you.

Guanlan was so ashamed that she wished she could find a crack in the ground immediately, but Ling Xiao said indifferently, "Have you learned the movements yet?"

"Learned, learned." Guanlan stuttered in reply.

"We'll be grading again tomorrow." Ling Xiao put on his coat, "Practice more tonight."

Guanlan lowered his head and followed Ling Xiao out of the building. The former stopped suddenly, and Guanlan bumped into Ling Xiao unexpectedly.

"Don't follow me." Ling Xiao had a cold face. After realizing that there was a sister standing not far away taking pictures, he slightly turned the angle and warned Guanlan where the camera couldn't take pictures:

"Teaching you how to dance is just for mutual benefit. You'd better not have any other thoughts."

What if... already started?

Guanlan's lips moved slightly, and it took him a while to say "yes" slowly.

The two passed by.

Guanlan walked towards the dormitory, while Ling Xiao turned back to the practice room.

Guanlan couldn't hold back, and turned her head.

Ling Xiao was no longer seen behind him.

Guanlan exhaled slowly, trying not to show any sad expression on her face.

This is not two years ago.

Ling Xiao has changed, so why hasn't he changed?

At least in the past, Guanlan asked himself that he would never have the courage to participate in this kind of competition.

Desperately suppressing the heat in his eyes, Guanlan hooked up the hat of his coat, and walked back to the dormitory at a faster pace.

The station sisters watched Ling Xiao suddenly turn back, and sighed while putting down the cameras in their hands. Only a few station sisters asked each other: "Who is this trainee? He seems to be familiar with Ling Xiao."

Ling Xiao walked to a blind spot where no one could see, took out his mobile phone from the inner pocket of his jacket, and called his agent.

"You finally remembered to call me! I'm really good..."

"Say something quickly." Ling Xiao interrupted the agent's greetings in a cold voice.

"I remember to strive for the C position, after all, we are a small workshop..."

"It's nothing, I hung up."

"Hey! One more thing!"

The manager suddenly lowered his voice: "CP, did CP mess it up?"

"I said before that I don't want to do business with anyone."

"It's no longer feasible to engage in Dumei these days, so it's time to pull CP as soon as possible! In the end..."

Ling Xiao was faintly angry: "Before we were..."

The manager earnestly said: "If the men's group does not engage in homosexuality, it will become a mess sooner or later."

"Don't you still want to keep messing around? Ling Xiao?"

These words suddenly hit Ling Xiao's pain point.

The agent chased after the victory: "Ling Xiao, you are already 19 years old. If you missed this opportunity, who knows how long you will have to wait for the next one?"

"Ling Xiao..."

"What do you want me to do?" Ling Xiao asked hoarsely.

The agent was overjoyed when he heard the words, knowing that Ling Xiao had already been persuaded: "Find someone who looks better, and interact more in front of the camera."

He eased his tone again, and continued: "It's business anyway, it's all fake, you don't need to have any psychological burden."

"Mutual benefit and win-win, why not do it?"

"By the way, be careful with your mobile phone so that you don't get caught."

Ling Xiao hung up the phone and leaned his back against the wall, exhausted as if he had fought a battle.

He opened Weibo with his mobile phone in his hand, and his alias was logged on Weibo.

He proficiently opened the fan list, and no one knew about his trumpet, so most of the fans were zombie accounts.

He swiped down a few times and found a number.

The user name of this account is a string of gibberish characters, which looks like it was rolled out of the keyboard, and it doesn't show peace at all when it is mixed with a bunch of zombie accounts.

He clicked on the garbled Weibo, and found that the last Weibo was in April this year, and there was no movement after that.

jdwr94kdi: Wait for me.

Ling Xiao stared at this Weibo and read it back and forth several times, and then clicked on the private message, and found that this "garbled" fan who sent private messages to him every week had been one month since the last time he sent a private message .

Ling Xiao's eyes stayed on the last private message he sent for a long time:

jdwr94kdi: I really like you, I will always be your fan no matter where I am.

A burst of irritability suddenly surged in Ling Xiao's heart.

The time just stopped when he just entered the base.

Does he know who he is?

how can that be possible?

Or... finally off the fans?

Ling Xiao's breathing was a little short, and finally he couldn't help but sent a "?" to the "garbled code".

Ling Xiao put away his phone and went out, and met Guan Lan who was back for practice.

"I heard from your roommate that you didn't come back for dinner, so I brought you a box of lunch..." Guanlan lifted the bag in his hand.

"Thank you." Ling Xiao took it and solved it quickly on the spot.

During this period, Guanlan stood aside and waited quietly, with a distance of one person from Ling Xiao.

"Let's go." Ling Xiao raised his foot and walked towards the practice room of Class A. Guanlan hesitated behind him: "Don't go to the original practice room? There are cameras here..."

"It's okay." Ling Xiao's expression didn't change, and he waved to him.

In the practice room, there are also a few partial students who are practicing dance, not only for re-grading, but also for mixing a few more shots in the feature film.

Guanlan was even more uncomfortable, almost unable to see his movements.

"What's going on?" Ling Xiao walked over and straightened his posture, "How can it get worse the more you practice?"

"Feel sorry."

Ling Xiao's gaze paused slightly on Guanlan Baijing's side neck, thinking about how to do business, but his fingers had already involuntarily touched the latter's neck.

Guanlan felt that the small piece of skin touched by Ling Xiao was about to burn.

"look up."

Hearing this, Guanlan raised her head obediently and looked at herself in the mirror, slightly puzzled.

"It's not just about doing the action right. It's far more important than any skill to please the audience."

Guanlan's face was a little hot, looking from the mirror, in the current posture, it seemed that he was buried in Ling Xiao's arms.The temperature on Ling Xiao's body penetrated through the clothes, wrapping Guanlan up.

Guanlan danced twice again, and his back was already dripping with sweat.

He leaned on his knees and bent over to breathe, Ling Xiao helped him pull his clothes behind him: "Sleepy? Or come here."

"It's okay, I'll take a rest." Guanlan waved his hand, "Besides, what time is it?"

Guanlan took a breath, then turned to Ling Xiao and said, "I can practice by myself, you can go back and rest, don't affect your rating tomorrow."

Ling Xiao curled his lips into a smile: "You can't even endure this kind of practice for a few months, so you don't have to worry about me."

"Oh," Guanlan looked away indiscriminately, and asked casually, "Then how long do you usually practice?"

Ling Xiao didn't think much about it at all, and replied truthfully: "When I was a trainee, it was usually one or two o'clock, and there were also three or four o'clock."

Hearing this, Guanlan subconsciously scratched her palms and didn't speak for a while.

It turns out that it must be very hard to practice until so late every day.

"Okay, let's go to sleep after doing it again."

When the two walked out side by side, it was already past two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Guanlan didn't expect that there would be sister Zhan waiting outside at this point.

Guanlan heard someone calling Ling Xiao's name, and seeing that he didn't respond, he thought Ling Xiao didn't hear it, so he raised his arm and touched him: "I'm calling you."

"Yeah." Ling Xiao didn't stop on his feet, but just raised his hand and waved.

"Is this enough?" Guanlan turned around and looked, a group of young girls outside the base were shivering in the cold wind, feeling a little distressed.

But Ling Xiao lowered his head halfway, and the indifference in his tone made Guanlan startled: "Otherwise, what else do you want? Waving your hand is already interesting enough. I didn't make them wait outside."

Guanlan stared at Ling Xiao for a long time, as if to determine whether the words came from his mouth.

"Guanlan."

Guanlan's heart trembled, it seemed that this was the first time Ling Xiao called his name in a long time.

"Don't always be so soft-hearted, keep a distance from fans."

At night, the moonlight cast a hazy look on Ling Xiao's face, Guanlan only felt that his eyes were inexplicably deep:

"You have to remember my words."

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Some people say on the surface that they want to keep a distance from fans, but they secretly contact small fans secretly.