After being reincarnated, he joined a top boy band and then lost it

On the fifth day, at daybreak, a few bird calls were heard from the mountain stream.

Because Song Shengshi and his team were going to shoot, they got up at around four o'clock, washed up and went out. It couldn't be considered early morning because it was still dark. One of Song Shengshi's uncles took him to the village collective hall with a flashlight.

It was already bustling inside. Although it was still early, many people's faces were flushed with excitement. After all, this might be the first time they appeared on TV in their lives, and most likely the last time.

When Song Shengshi arrived, Wen Junhui had already arrived. She was wearing a long black wig. She had not had time to put on the golden crown. She just combed her black hair into a high ponytail and put on the innermost white inner garment.

The weather was a bit cold. Wen Junhui sneezed and shrank into the house. He looked around and wanted to say something.

The uncles and aunts around were busy, walking back and forth, sweating profusely. The leading aunt was holding a Little Bee speaker and directing each "small unit". The hall was bustling with activity.

Forget it.

Wen Junhui turned back and continued to look at his phone, thinking that it would be warmer once the sun came out.

"Where is your coat?" Song Shengshi walked to Wen Junhui and touched his ponytail with his hand.

It’s really suitable, Song Shengshi thought, it would be great if this hairstyle could be welded to Wen Junhui’s head.

The high black ponytail did not weaken Wen Junhui, but instead highlighted his inherent heroism and boldness.

But at this moment, he was huddled in a corner, looking like a young general whose family had fallen from power and who was framed and imprisoned by a villain.

Lovely Lovely.

Wen Junhui saw Song Shengshi coming over and moved so that Song Shengshi could get closer to him. Song Shengshi was wearing a down jacket, and the fabric was covered with dew that had gotten on the road when he just came over.

Song Shengshi shuddered, feeling that it was impossible to dry everything at once, so he shook his head and stood about one step away from Wen Junhui.

"Where is your coat?" Song Shengshi didn't think of taking off his coat and giving it to his brother. First of all, he was a little cold, and secondly, Wen Junhui would definitely not want it.

It seems like this guy is naturally allergic to bothering others.

Sometimes I would rather feel uncomfortable than disturb others.

"Please don't laugh at me if I tell you this," Wen Junhui was a little embarrassed, covering his face and sighing, "My uncle just pulled me here on an electric tricycle, and before I came in, I took off my coat and put it on the tricycle. When I came in and changed my clothes and came out, the tricycle had already left."

It was too early and my family probably weren’t awake yet, so I didn’t call to have it delivered again.

Song Shengshi looked at Wen Junhui with a look of "How could a child be so useless?" and raised his hand and shouted, "Aunt Liu——"

"Eh——" Aunt Liu, the aunt who was holding the little bee and directing the voice, didn't care where the voice came from, she just responded when she heard it.

"Auntie - we are cold, do you have a blanket -"

"Oh, look at my memory, I prepared it for you!" Aunt Liu slapped her forehead and remembered this. Because the weather was indeed cold in early January, the previous rehearsals were just changing clothes and then going straight into the full rehearsal process, and the rehearsals were basically in the noon or afternoon, so it was basically not very cold.

After going through the whole process, Wen Junhui and Song Shengshi were both sweating all over, and it felt like they had been jumping around for half a concert.

But when it comes to formal photoshooting, you need to put on makeup and wear complicated headwear.

It took a long time, and Aunt Liu, who was in charge of coordinating the filming activities, was worried that they would catch a cold, so she prepared some warm clothes for them. However, she got so busy just now that she forgot about it.

"Xiao Wang, Xiao Chen, get to work!" Aunt Liu thought of the things she had specially prepared and clapped her hands.

Two young men immediately jumped up from the side. They seemed to be about the same age as Song Shengshi. Together they carried up a small square machine. One of the young men had two blankets draped over his shoulders.

Each person was covered with a blanket, and the machine was connected to the power strip, and it immediately began to hum with the sound of an engine.

Hot air blew out of the small machine, warming up the space of about 10 square meters where Wen Junhui and Song Shengshi were.

After a while, some people in the room began to sweat, took off their outermost coats, and continued to work in their base layers or sweaters.

"You see, it's actually not a big deal if it affects others a little bit." Song Shengshi nudged Wen Junhui with his elbow and looked at Wen Junhui with encouraging eyes.

"Not bad either." Not knowing what he meant, Wen Junhui did not respond to Song Shengshi's words explicitly, but just gave an ambiguous reply.

"Brother Xiaowen, come here quickly, it's time to put on makeup——"

A little girl with a flower on her head was standing at the door and asked Wen Junhui to come over and put on makeup.

Wen Junhui stood up, folded the blanket and hung it on his arm, and was about to walk out. Song Shengshi watched his back and thought that the most difficult thing in the world might be to change a habit that has been engraved in a person's bones since childhood...