I hate seeing the facade

Fang Yiran had a dream, it was a ridiculous dream.

He dreamed of the scene where he met Yu Rong for the first time.

That year was his second year as a trainee, and he, Yu Rong, was 15 years old.

That day Fang Yiran practiced dancing alone in the practice room. His future position is to be the captain of the team. Naturally, he will be more attentive than others in all aspects. Dancing is his strong point. Fang Yiran practiced so passionately. Sweat dripping down.

He raised his head inadvertently, looked through the mirror while panting, and met a pair of beautiful and indifferent brown eyes.

That was 15-year-old Yu Rong.

The boy was wrapped in a thick down jacket, and his pointed and thin chin was buried in a soft scarf. He stood at the door of the practice room, staring at himself coldly and full of hostility.

The sunlight coming in from the practice room is warm orange, plating his soft hair with a light golden edge, but the boy's eyes are full of pure contempt and chill, like an irritated cat. Cat, hunched over, looking at itself arrogantly and vigilantly

It wasn't until later that Fang Yiran found out that if it wasn't for the sudden departure of one of the original members of the group, Yu Rong would have made his debut as a solo singer a few years later. Solo, writing lyrics and singing by myself, without having to learn annoying dances, and without being a facade that only gets attention, has always been the dream of this proud and outstanding boy.

Fang Yiran was awakened by Yu Rong's cold eyes in his dream.

He opened his eyes suddenly, let out a long sigh of relief, and stared at the ceiling, only feeling a hangover headache.

This dream really came out of nowhere.

The group debuted a week ago, the MV has been played over a million times, and the popularity of the group has only increased. Yesterday was a small celebration party organized by the company, and I feel that the journey has not been easy. Fang Yiran drank a little bit that night.

Why did I dream about this child?

Fang Yiran felt that something was wrong, and he was rarely depressed.

But thinking about the first variety show to be recorded since his debut, he still forced himself to calm down, turned over, and prepared to catch up on some sleep.

But the moment he turned his head, the scene in front of him made every strand of Fang Yiran's hair explode silently.

The young man was naked and curled up in front of his eyes, his thin and fair collarbone and neck were covered with bruises and purple marks.As if dreaming of something bad, his swollen lips pursed slightly, he frowned and buried his palm-sized face under the quilt.

Fang Yiran felt that his celestial spirit cover had exploded, and sprayed gorgeous fireworks outside.

He stared straight at the young man's beautiful but indifferent familiar eyebrows exposed outside the quilt, and his eyes slowly shifted to the earring hanging on his left ear.

The earring is a small metal tag with the characters Y179 engraved on it. Fang Yiran himself has one, or in other words, everyone in their team has the same earring.

Y179 is the name of their combination.

I am done.Fang Yiran stared blankly at the sleeping Yu Rong.

Outrageous, really fucking outrageous.

I put the little face of our team to sleep.

"Sister, I beg you, can you take off this eyeliner?"

Fang Yiran sucked on the eight-treasure porridge in his hand, and as soon as he stepped into the door of the dressing room, he heard Sun Hua's rough and majestic howl.

Fang Yiran raised his eyes, his throat choked with the hot porridge in his mouth, and he was speechless for a while.

Sun Hua's eyes are small with single eyelids, but now not only are they painted with black eyeliner as thick as a python, but the end of the eyeliner has also changed its color, which is a fresh emerald green.

The make-up artist calmly pushed Sun Hua, who was trying to escape, back on the chair: "This color will match your hair and clothes for a while, and I will remove it for you immediately after recording. Come on, shut your mouth and put on lipstick."

Sun Hua closed her mouth angrily and frustrated.

Fang Yiran coughed, and clenched the cup of rice pudding uncomfortably. He sat down on the sofa next to him, and concentrated on sipping the hot porridge in the cup.

However, the sense of responsibility belonging to a mature man forced him to pretend to be casual, taking advantage of the interval between eating porridge, and quietly glanced at Yu Rong who was putting on makeup in front of another dressing table.

Yu Rong seemed to be extremely tired, he quietly nestled in the chair with his eyes closed, letting the make-up artist manipulate his face.His long and curly eyelashes fluttered with his breath, and he blushed when he saw the young lady who was putting on makeup for him.

Fang Yiran looked away, swallowed the porridge with a grunt.

two hours ago.

"Don't tell anyone." Yu Rong's slightly red eyes looked straight into Fang Yiran's. The boy's voice was originally clear and sweet, but now it was mixed with a subtle, rather ambiguous hoarseness.

Fang Yiran nodded subconsciously.

Yu Rong fell back on the bed as if he lost his strength. He looked a little dazed, as if he was thinking about something, but he seemed to be just letting go.

But soon, Yu Rong started to get out of bed and pick up the clothes on the floor to wear.

He moved slowly, leaning against the wall, frowning slightly, as if he was enduring the pain from deep inside his body, although he didn't say a word, his palm-sized face was so pale that it was almost transparent.

Fang Yiran quickly jumped out of bed and picked up all his clothes.

Yu Rong took the clothes in silence and put them on, then raised his head and gave Fang Yiran a fixed look.

That look was familiar to Fang Yiran, for the past four years, Yu Rong had always looked at him like a small animal, full of hostility and vigilance.

It's just that now, there is a hint of gnashing of teeth.

Fang Yiran knew that he was completely hated by the child.

"Old Fang! You've regained your senses, Old Fang! Put on your makeup!"

With her green chicken-nest head on her head, Sun Hua slapped Fang Yiran's head with a palm, then blinked at him with her small eyes painted with green eyeliner, and asked loudly, "Is your home beautiful?"

Fang Yiran kicked Sun Hua away, and wobbled to put on makeup.

Yu Jingliang turned over a page of the magazine, and sarcastically said: "Beautiful, as dazzling as the bushes in my neighborhood."

Andy, an international friend, asked seriously beside him in real time: "What is Guanmu Cong?"

Noisy, really noisy.

Y179, a men's singing and dancing group with five members, the ruffian captain Fang Yiran, the gentle lead singer Yu Jingliang, the exotic lead dancer Andy, the passionate rapper Sun Hua, and the cool-faced Yu Rong.

This is the setting of the company's publicity. Fang Yiran summed it up later. They are the captain of the blame man, the female lead singer, the illiterate lead dancer, the cerebellar atrophy rapper, and the appearance of a rebellious teenager.

Fang Yiran sat down with a sigh, and the makeup artist skillfully began to apply liquid foundation on him.

In order to avoid the embarrassment of the atmosphere, Fang Yiran created the illusion that he was the most busy person in the universe, and took out his mobile phone in a dignified manner and began to swipe. Naturally, as expected, he didn't read a single word.

He tried his best not to cast his eyes on Yu Rong who was beside him, but he couldn't help quietly pricking up his ears to listen to the conversation between Yu Rong and the little makeup artist.

Makeup artist: "You don't look good today."

Yu Rong: "Yes."

Makeup artist: "What's wrong with your neck? Let me cover it for you."

Yu Rong: "?"

Fang Yiran almost missed the phone: "!"

Yu Rong opened his eyes in a daze, half-closed his eyes, and stared blankly at the dots of red marks on his neck in the mirror, his eyes became clear instantly, and the temperature in his eyes cooled down.

"I'm allergic." Yu Rong closed his eyes again.

Fang Yiran, male, 22 years old, a hot-blooded boy who is upright and upright, feels very uncomfortable in his heart at this moment.

He has known Yu Rong for four years, but he really doesn't know this kid very well.

The relationship between the two of them is simply deadlocked.

At the beginning, Fang Yiran naively thought that this was not just his own problem, but that Yu Rong had a bad relationship with the entire group.

This is also understandable, an arrogant teenager who thought he could make his debut alone, but was suddenly stuffed into a group of people who were all three or four years older than himself, and it was impossible for anyone to be comfortable.

But then Yu Rong and the other members gradually started to play together, and let go of all the small grievances before, but he still treated himself indifferently, which made Fang Yiran gradually feel embarrassed .

Fang Yiran swears to God that he really did not offend this ancestor.

Usually, some members have bad attitudes during practice or frequently make mistakes in dancing. Fang Yiran’s procedure is to first find a bottle of water to drink a couple of sips to moisten his throat, and then put his hands on his hips and spit out the fragrance and directly curse, spraying blood on the other party’s head Don't dare to do it again.

But Fang Yiran never dared to yell at Yu Rong, a precious young man in the group, and at best gave gentle reminders and suggestions, lest he inadvertently hurt the child's sensitive heart.

The result is still hated by children.

Later, Yu Jingliang gave him an analysis: "Maybe it's because you are the team leader. You are a teenager, and you don't like leaders or teachers."

Bitter, in short, very bitter.

Fang Yiran has been burdened with Lai Yurong's inexplicable hatred until now. He is under the pressure of the high-level, shouldering the burden of the captain, and working hard to maintain the relationship of the group. He finally survived four years and made his debut.

He thinks that he is still a person who can withstand pressure and endure hardships, but the extremely charming and ambiguous night yesterday caused Fang Yiran to have a rare breakdown.

There must be guilt and apology. Fang Yiran is not a playful person. As an adult, he is willing to take responsibility to make up and apologize.He was waiting for an opportunity to communicate with Yu Rong alone, but the way the kid Yu Rong chose to respond made Fang Yiran a bit at a loss.

He chose to completely ignore Fang Yiran.

"Ready to play, all ancestors!" Assistant Xiaoyu pushed the door in and howled, "Be quicker!"

The scene was chaotic for a while, and a group of lazy people jumped up on the spot and hurriedly arranged their costumes.

The stylist sprayed half a can of setting spray on Sun Hua's shiny green head for free, and Andy, sweating profusely, helped Yu Jingliang untie the tangled metal tassels on the cuffs.

Fang Yiran stood at the door, yelling about the precautions for the last time like an old lady.

"Keep your head up for me when you enter the arena, shout slogans and bow for me. The group dancers remember the changes in the last quarter, especially Yu Jingliang, don't turn around and run backwards, remember them all for me!"

A group of people murmured that he was nagging, but Fang Yiran knew better than anyone else that, for the first time on a variety show, these guys probably pretended to be calm on the surface, but they were actually flustered.

So he laughed and added one last sentence.

"Don't worry about me, whoever stutters will get hot pot after work."

The tense atmosphere was successfully eased, and a group of people came to the back of the studio laughing and cursing.Fang Yiran hesitated for a moment, but still deliberately dragged his feet, walking at the end, observing Yu Rong silently.

Yu Rong walked slowly against the wall, looking the same as usual,

However, Fang Yiran noticed with sharp eyes that he seemed to be a little unsteady, his shoulders were trembling slightly, and his fingertips were vaguely touching the wall, as if he was looking for a point of support.

Fang Yiran felt something was wrong, just about to open his mouth to stop him, the loud and loud voice of the host in the studio came over.

"Let's applaud the new group, Y179!"

Fang Yiran sighed, and decided to finish recording the show first.

There was a smiling host on the stage, and fans screaming and screaming off the stage. The lights flashed with colorful lights and reflected in Fang Yiran's eyes. He raised the microphone with a charming and naughty smile, and a deep and steady voice. .

"Hi everyone, we are Y179."

But Fang Yiran swallowed the unspoken words before going on stage.

The author says:

It's a sweet cookie, just have a good time, everyone.