Devil characters can't be collapsed

"I didn't tell you." Yu Zhuo sat in the passenger seat, crossed the little red dot in his hand when he was bored, and asked He Lin about his seafood allergy, "How did you know?"

He Lin looked ahead, the car was driving fast, "You said so."

"Really," Yu Zhuo didn't think about it, "I forgot."

He Lin said lightly: "You don't remember many things."

Yu Zhuo was silent, and sighed in his heart, He Lin really can't chat.

"Hey," Yu Zhuo looked out the window with nerve-wracking eyes, and changed the subject again, "Is riding in the tutor's car considered crossing the line?"

To be honest, the current situation is really a bit chaotic. They seem to always say "crossing the line" again and again, and crossing the line again and again.

He Lin frowned, and choked out a few words: "It doesn't count if you shut up."

"..."

Chatting to death, Yu decided to shut up.

It wasn't until he arrived at the destination and walked up to the base to sit down that He Lin opened his golden mouth and said something to Yu Zhuo: "Sit still, I'll go out and buy some medicine."

Yu Zhuo hypocritically said a few words "no need", and then grabbed his arm and said a few words "alright, alright".

"Hand," He Lin reminded him, "don't grab it."

Yu Zhuo took it for granted, and immediately let go.

However, just as He Lin turned around and didn't take two steps, Yu Zhuo reverted to his old ways, doing what he should.

Unexpectedly, He Lin suddenly turned his head, his eyes locked on Yu Zhuo's hand.

Yu Zhuo was caught straight, smiled awkwardly, let go of his fingertips a little, the original movement of scratching his arm quickly changed to rubbing, and pretended to say, "It's a bit cold."

"I saw it." It means you stop pretending.

"...Understood," Yu Zhuo chose to compromise under He Lin's coercion, "I won't."

He Lin scrutinized him suspiciously from head to toe, without saying a word of warning.

"I promise." Yu Zhuo raised his hands as a sign of surrender, and pointed to the door, "Okay, let's go."

Seeing that He Lin didn't move, Yu Zhuo persuaded him again, "Let's go."

"Goodbye, mentor." Yu Zhuo didn't wait for him to answer, sat back on the sofa, lazily stretched out a hand and waved.

He Lin really didn't look back this time, walked all the way to the door, and when his back completely disappeared, Yu Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief.

In the first 2 minutes, Yu Zhuo was indeed keeping his promise.After a while, he tentatively poked his fingertips on the little red dot on his arm again...

At this moment, He Lin's voice suddenly sounded from above his head, "You promise?"

Yu Zhuo was embarrassed for a moment, pretended nothing happened, and asked preemptively, "Why are you back again?"

He Lin didn't leave at all, he had already guessed that Yu Zhuo would not be able to learn to be obedient, so he simply went to find a silk ribbon for a gift, it would be more convenient to tie him up.

"You've crossed the line, teacher, laugh at a hundred steps at fifty steps," Yu Zhuo watched as the silk belt was wrapped around his wrist several times, "You've crossed the line like this, and you're going to get mad, I advise you to stop in time—"

The protest was ineffective, and the protester He Lin even tied him a bow.

He Lin's tie is not very tight, just enough to restrict movement without pinching his wrists. The bowknot on his hand is completely different from Yu Zhuo's usual way of tying a knot and circling it casually, just like the bowknot on the hem of a girl's skirt pretty.

"You'd better not untie it." He Lin put down such a sentence, turned and left.

Yu Zhuo tilted his head, looked at He Lin's masterpiece on his wrist, didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh, and thought that this kid was quite skilled at tying people up.

Then he fell headfirst on the sofa, put his hands on the pillow, and planned to wait for He Lin to come back in this position.

He Lin went out and found a nearby pharmacy and bought some allergy medicine.When passing by the porridge shop, he remembered that Yu Zhuo hadn't eaten much, so he stopped to pack a bowl of porridge to take back.

When he returned to the base, Yu Zhuo was already slumped on the sofa and fell asleep, with half of his face buried in the sofa pillow, a few strands of black hair on his forehead curled up disobediently, looking defenseless.

This person always seems to have the ability to be his own home anywhere, and his sleeping posture is not very elegant. The waistband of his trousers has dropped by a centimeter, revealing a faint black edge, which makes it easy for people to see what color he is wearing today. .

He Lin really couldn't see it, and reached out to help him adjust it.

But before his hands touched his clothes, Yu Zhuo opened his eyes. He Lin's hands changed direction and patted his shoulder, "Get up."

"There is porridge on the table."

"What do you mean?" Yu Zhuo raised his hand and shook it in front of He Lin's eyes, and the beautiful bow on it also moved, "You want to feed me?"

He Lin stepped forward and helped him untie the bow tie on his hand, then tore open the tableware packaging bag, took out the spoon inside and stuffed it into Yu Zhuo's hand, "Eat by yourself."

It's really boring to tease He Lin, I don't know how many times Yu Zhuo sighed like this.

"Very touched," Yu Zhuo finally said something human, "Thank you, mentor."

He Lin handed the bag to Yu Zhuo again, "Eat after dinner."

Yu Zhuo opened it and saw that there were several boxes of anti-allergic medicine inside.

"I don't care if you itch or not, and it doesn't matter how you recover. It doesn't matter to me if your hand is rotten and affects the performance, but I don't want to hear Wang Chaowei talking to me. You'd better recover within a week." He Lin After a pause, he came to a conclusion, "So, take your medicine on time and don't scratch your hands."

"……Fine."

Yu Zhuo suddenly remembered something and asked, "Aren't you going to eat something?"

"I don't want to eat now."

The taste of the death-death barbecue is too shocking. He Lin's body still remembers the shock when he first took it in. He doesn't really want to eat at the moment, thinking about going out to find something to eat when he is hungry later.

Yu Zhuo opened the lid of the porridge box, and said vaguely with a spoon in his mouth, "How about I share some with you?"

"No need." He Lin said, "I'm not hungry."

Since He Lin said so, Yu Zhuo no longer insisted, and took a small spoon to scoop up the porridge and drink it.

Yu Zhuo leisurely finished a bowl of porridge, then sat on the sofa and paralyzed for a while, the others came back one after another.

"Idol, I heard you are allergic?!" Lin Weijing threw herself on Yu Zhuo as soon as she came back, "Are you okay?! Why are you suddenly allergic?"

"It's okay," Yu Zhuo thought for a while and still didn't tell him, just said, "I don't know why, maybe I accidentally ate something wrong."

"Oh oh oh," Lin Weijing showed the lunch box in his hand, and said again, "You shouldn't have eaten anything, right? I asked the staff to pack a seafood porridge for you, do you want to drink it?"

Seafood porridge, seafood again.It is also a kind of ability for a person to be able to step on thunder twice in a row.On this point, Lin Weijing is worthy of admiration.

"No need—" Yu Zhuo changed his mind, He Lin came back so fast just now, he must have not eaten, so he forcibly changed his words, "It's impossible, give it to me, thank you."

Lin Weijing worriedly looked at the back of Yu Zhuo who was walking in another direction with the porridge in his hands, and couldn't help but shook his head—allergies are harmful, and his brain nerves have also become dull!

A week passed, thanks to He Lin's medicine, the little red spots on Yu Zhuo's body disappeared a lot.It was also at this time that everyone's rankings were revealed.

Although some black fans continued to obstruct it, Yu Zhuo's votes still broke through the tight encirclement, soaring from 16 to 3, becoming the one with the largest increase in ranking among the promoted players.

At the same time, 20 players were brutally eliminated, and the remaining 30 players successfully advanced.

Thanks to the last performance, the members of Yu Juo's team have all been promoted: Jia Zhiyang jumped up one place, ranking fourth; Lin Weijing moved up four places, ranking 19th; Hanging on the edge of promotion once, he narrowly advanced with a score of 30; even the two members of Class F who did not advance rose a few places.

Although two members of Class F were eliminated from the team, Yu Zhuo's team is still the team with the least eliminations among all teams.

After this round, there will be the third round of performances. The third round of performances is a veritable final. 18 contestants will be eliminated and the final 12 will be selected to form a group.

According to the old rules, the top five can choose their teammates to form a team for the next round of performances. This round of performances is a team of six people, a total of five teams.

Since Jia Zhiyang and Yu Zhuo are both in the top five, they can only choose their own teammates, and they can no longer act together as team members.

The two members of class A who are also trainees of Huasheng naturally chose to team up with Jia Zhiyang. In this way, the only three members of class A in Yu Zhuo's team are all in other teams, leaving five members of class F , two members of Class B.

There are six people in a team, now there are seven people.

"Rock, paper, scissors, or else," Huang Xiaohui suggested, "this is easier."

In the end, a member of Class B played scissors and was out when all members were stoned.

Finally, there were two Bs left, and now another one left, and a few Fs were stationed in the team like nail houses. This team has become a gathering place for genuine F members, and it is still the worst configuration among all teams.

"Senior, have you seen it?" Huang Xiaohui said with emotion, "It is God's will that made us unite."

After the formation of the team, there will be a lottery session, and the repertoire of this round of performance will be selected by the team leader.

Yu Zhuo randomly picked one out of everyone's expectant eyes.

The track that was drawn was "Small Boat", a popular song known for its treacherous style and diametrically opposite emotional lyrics. It is said that this is a forced combination that is irrelevant.

""Small Boat"?" Jia Zhiyang was very envious of his signing, "This song is good, and it is more famous than the songs of our teams."

Although people in the industry have mixed opinions on "Small Boat", when it first came out, it had more than 1 comments overnight, and it directly airborne to the top of the charts. It was one of the legends of pop music that year.

The other teams' tracks are also pop standouts, but none are as distinctive as "Small Boat."

Having characteristics means that it is easy to shine when done well.

"I'm lucky." Jia Zhiyang said enviously.

However, Yu Zhuo just glanced at the words on the paper, raised his eyes, and said to the director team not far away: "I refuse to perform this song."

"Are you crazy?" Jia Zhiyang frowned. In his opinion, Yu Zhuo had no reason to refuse.

Yu Zhuo's words are light and heavy, and they float to everyone's ears like a thunderous thunder.

Someone couldn't help asking: "You, what are you talking about...?"

what did he say?

Reject, act? !

This is the final!

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