What's wrong with me promoting my girlfriend as a diva?

After the two of them had a fight, they were still very happy.

Zhou Cong had come to find Qiao Sheng to go home together, but as soon as he entered the door, he saw four muscular men beating Lai Fu. . .

No, it was four muscular men surrounding Qiao Sheng.

At first glance, it was none other than the Raptors.

Four people, four hands on Qiao Sheng's fragile shoulders, no one knew what cruel words they were saying, but Qiao Sheng looked very unhappy.

In the end, the three of them kissed him and ran away, and the last person was chased by Qiao Sheng with a chair before he could catch him.

This... . . . . .

The unspoken rules of the entertainment industry? !

Brother Sheng refused to obey, and finally got angry and chased him with a chair after being taken advantage of?

He wanted to stop Qiao Sheng. If he beat Zhu Ying to death, he would be the one who would suffer if the Raptors called the police.

The Raptors were just committing indecent acts, but Qiao Sheng was actually hurt!

After the program started recording, there were many paparazzi and photographers hiding near the base.

If he was taken away by the police, it would be on the headlines the next day.

He had even thought of the title.

"A-level trainee of 'Star of Tomorrow' beat up the celebrity mentor with a weapon after the first stage of the rating."

Thinking of this, Zhou Cong couldn't help shuddering. No, he had to stop Brother Sheng.

As soon as he stood up, he saw Qiao Sheng coming back with a chair.

Zhou Cong took a horse step forward, snatched the chair from him, and was relieved after a careful inspection.

Fortunately, there was no bleeding.

Qiao Sheng was puzzled by Zhou Cong's behavior. What was he looking at with the chair? Was there a flower on the chair?

"Brother Sheng, it's okay. A real man can bend and stretch. It's just a few kisses. It's okay."

"Did you see that?" Qiao Sheng stared at Zhou Cong.

It's over. His reputation is ruined.

Zhou Cong nodded, and Qiao Sheng wanted to cry but had no tears.

Seeing Qiao Sheng's face full of grief and anger, Zhou Cong hurriedly comforted him: "Brother Sheng, if you can endure for a while, you will be calm. If you take a step back, you will have a bright future."

"No, for me, you can only endure for a while, and the more you think about it, the angrier you will be. If you take a step back, you will not be able to sleep at night!" Qiao Sheng clenched his fist and said fiercely: "I will get back at this sooner or later!"

Zhou Cong sat on the chair, fearing that he would run away with the chair again.

. . . . . . .

On the way back to the dormitory, Qiao Sheng and Zhou Cong met Dai Youjing and his group coming out of the cafeteria.

If they met face to face, it would be embarrassing if they didn't say hello. Qiao Sheng immediately smiled and waved to them.

Seeing Qiao Sheng, Rong Yijiang was stunned for a moment, but finally nodded as a greeting.

Both groups were heading to the dormitory, and the atmosphere on the way was a bit awkward.

As the loser in the battle, Rong Yijiang was in a bad mood and didn't want to talk.

His teammates were in the same mood.

Qiao Sheng didn't think so much.

As the maker of the program rules, he felt that Rong Yijiang would be parachuted into F as an A-level trainee, and suddenly become the leader among the F-level trainees, which would bring more traffic.

Rong Yijiang should thank himself.

But he didn't know that some people just valued the title more than what they could actually get.

If Qiao Sheng told him the benefits of going to F-level at this time, he would only sneer and say, "Then why don't you go to F-level yourself?"

How should Qiao Sheng answer this? Should he tell Rong Yijiang in public, in front of so many people, that Bai Shu insisted that he strive for an A-level evaluation?

However, Zhou Cong, who was very familiar with people, told Rong Yijiang sincerely that he liked Rong Yijiang's piano performance very much. He himself could not play the piano and was particularly envious of people who could play the piano.

Zhou Cong's words made Rong Yijiang's face look even worse. He felt that Zhou Cong was just being sarcastic.

The one next to you is even more powerful!

The two groups of people walked towards the dormitory building in such a strange atmosphere.

. . . . . . .

After washing up, Qiao Sheng went to the cafeteria to eat comfortably.

After a day, he was finally able to get away from Zhou Cong, the chatterbox, and eat quietly.

As a result, he had only taken two bites of the meal when a plate was placed on the table opposite him.

Qiao Sheng looked up. Sure enough, it was Zhou Cong.

"So fast? Did you jump from the building?"

Qiao Sheng looked at the time. It had only been five minutes since he left the dormitory.

Zhou Cong smiled shyly, looked around, and whispered, "Brother Sheng, let's eat."

Qiao Sheng also looked around like him, and immediately understood.

It seems that this kid

It was fake that he washed quickly, but it was real that he came to get on camera.

This was the first reality talent show in the country, so Xie Haoran certainly would not miss any opportunity to take pictures.

There were no less than ten cameras in the cafeteria alone.

And the A-level trainees were naturally the focus of attention.

Qiao Sheng looked up and saw several cameramen who had already pointed their cameras at him. He guessed that Zhou Cong probably didn't take a shower at all. He changed his clothes and wiped his face a few times before coming down.

Qiao Sheng looked at Zhou Cong who was eating with big mouthfuls of food, and couldn't help laughing: "You kid..."

Zhou Cong looked up and smiled shyly.

Just get on, just as a little reward for you taking seat 99 to accompany me.

. . . . . . .

Qiao Sheng, who was tired all day, went to bed early after returning to the dormitory. In the days without mobile phones and computers, he could only go to bed and get up early.

The next morning, when the alarm clock rang at 5:30, Qiao Sheng opened his eyes.

After he quietly put on his clothes, he opened the door and went out.

He arrived at the place agreed with Bai Shu half an hour earlier than yesterday and started to practice his voice.

For him, since he had already participated in the program and promised Bai Shu to do well, he must not be lazy.

From what he saw yesterday, the vocal level of most trainees was online.

If he was lame in the later competitions because of singing, even if he could continue to use original songs, he would not be able to convince the audience.

After all, this is a boy group talent show, not a creator competition.

Fortunately, the original owner had a good foundation, so he had changed his previous singing style and singing method during this period of study, and his level had improved greatly.

What he had to do was to strive for excellence.

The easiest way, of course, was to practice.

If you are not good, practice more. This sentence still makes sense.

When Bai Shu came, she saw Qiao Sheng practicing his voice.

She imitated Qiao Sheng's yesterday, secretly came behind him, and pounced on him.

The sudden weight made Qiao Sheng stagger forward a few times, his heart pounding.

Is there a dog in this shooting base? !

However, the sweet laughter in his ear made him immediately guess that it was Bai Shu who was scaring him. Worried that Bai Shu would fall, Qiao Sheng subconsciously reached out to hold Bai Shu.

It felt firm and round in the first place.

Well, she was wearing gym pants today.

It felt very comfortable to touch.