Your cps are together

Before recording the introductory video, you have to manage your image first. If the hair color fades, you have to make up the color and re-do the hairstyle. The clothes are also matched by a professional stylist. The clothes are all high-end men’s clothing rented by the company. Artists pay for such outfits.

The teacher who made Wen Ning's hairstyle touched Wen Ning's hair and sighed: "Your hair is soft, it shouldn't be perky."

Wen Ning: "My brother dyed it for me."

The teacher sighed again: "Your brother is really willing."

The teacher asked: "Still dye this color?"

Wen Ning said cheerfully, "Just this color."

Anyway, it was the color chosen by the second brother carefully. He still remembered that the second brother insisted on dyeing it for him himself, which made the second brother's own clothes dirty, but his body was clean. The second brother's whole heart.

Teacher: "But this hair color also suits you. If you are darker, this color will make your skin darker."

"You don't need to change your hairstyle." The teacher is still very discerning, "I'll just trim the layers for you."

Wen Ning nodded: "Okay, listen to the teacher, you are a professional."

The teacher was happy: "Okay."

Next to him, Jiang Heng and Zheng He were also doing their hair. The hair stylist probably felt that blond hair was not suitable for Jiang Heng, and planned to dye Jiang Heng blue-gray. As for Zheng He, he still had black hair, because his skin was not very fair, so he dyed other colors All black.

After the hairstyle was done, a group of trainees had colorful hair, much like the non-mainstream boys at the beginning of the century.

It's just that the face looks better, the hairstyle is not so exaggerated, at least there are no bangs covering the eyes.

A group of idol reservists looked at their companions' new hairstyles, and felt awkward no matter how they looked at them.

"You didn't change your hair color?" Zheng He walked up to Wen Ning and showed Wen Ning his original black hair, "It's also good to grow black, look at me, I kept the original color of my hair .”

Wen Ning took a serious look at Zheng He.

Zheng He is actually quite handsome, the handsome guy next door, like he can accompany his childhood sweetheart girlfriend to climb trees and dig out bird nests, and he can show his big white teeth when he smiles, he has the feeling of a sunny big brother.

Wen Ning praised sincerely: "You look the best like this."

Zheng He patted the back of his head: "That's right, I was the school girl in our school when I was in junior high school."

However, Jiang Heng dismantled him very bluntly: "Who chose it?"

Zheng He: "They say that, you don't know, after school every day, I don't know how many girls want to go home with me."

He revels in the glories of the past.

Zheng He clasped Wen Ning's shoulders enthusiastically, and asked affectionately, "How is it? Is Brother Heng's new look handsome?"

Wen Ning looked at Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng usually doesn't smile very much, he's just a cold and handsome guy. His light blond hair has turned black before, and he even looks a bit like a hooligan -- of course he's more handsome, but this time he changed his hair color. Standing next to Wen Ning, he smiled at Wen Ning. If he changed into a suit, he would probably give people a yuppie look.

He is handsome and handsome, especially when mocking and demolishing others.

Wen Ning nodded: "Handsome."

Zheng He: "You are also handsome, we three handsome guests."

Jiang Heng sneered: "Go back to your junior high school and be your third slut."

Zheng He: "Then every class in junior high school is filled with the Three Bitches and the Seven Fairies. This is called tradition."

Wen Ning suddenly asked: "You came here after graduating from junior high school?"

Zheng He: "Yes, now high school is compulsory education, I am semi-literate now? Haha."

He laughed a little sadly.

Zheng He suddenly said: "I have already thought about it. If I can't make my debut this time, I will go back to my hometown, study in a technical secondary school or a technical school, and then go out to find a job."

Zheng He smiled bitterly: "That's true, my girlfriend... hey..."

After graduating from junior high school, he signed up for the audition and came to the company. His parents beat him up when they found out, and the whole family surrounded him to educate him. He insisted on going. He was very popular, bought a big villa for his parents, and could marry his little girlfriend when he reached the legal age. At that time, he had thought about everything, but he didn't expect the world to be so simple.

It's not that he can debut if he wants to, or become popular if he wants to be popular.

He has no diploma, no skills, singing and dancing can only be seen among ordinary trainees. Decent jobs are a problem.

Zheng He: "Let's not talk about this, what about you? You came here after graduating from high school? Don't want to go to college? You still went to high school anyway, you are not considered illiterate, and you are much better than me."

Jiang Heng didn't speak next to him, but he kept listening carefully.

Wen Ning was a little confused. He never lied, but he felt that it was not good for him to say that he had graduated from college in front of Zheng He, so he used his brain and changed the subject decisively: "I don't have any fans now. I guess the show is the first No one voted for me in the first issue."

The topic shifted abruptly.

But fortunately, Jiang Heng replied with a face: "The company will vote for us."

Wen Ning: "Then... isn't that unfair?"

Jiang Heng smiled: "Every company will spend money to invest. Except for individual trainees, as long as there is a company, it will not be too miserable."

"However, I won't vote too much. Too many will be false. Only those who have already made their debut and are recognized as having a fan base can their companies dare to compete for the top few."

Only true fans have confidence.

Wen Ning understood, it seemed fair for everyone to do this.

But he still thinks it’s wrong. Those who have companies will vote, but what about those who don’t?You can only admit that you are unlucky and suffer this loss?

Zheng He: "Don't worry, it's just the first episode, it'll be much better later on, the show needs to be controlled, otherwise it's all pre-determined debut candidates, and there will be troubles on the Internet."

"Not absolutely fair, but barely relatively fair."

They were quickly led to a small furnished room, and each had 10 minutes to record, and the reduction was less than 1 minute.

It was the first time for Wen Ning to face the camera as an artist, but luckily there was no one else in the room, there was only a camera set up, and he only needed to perform to the camera.

Wen Ning was wearing a black leather jacket with printed short sleeves, and the trousers were Wen Ning's own denim trousers.

Originally, he wanted to wear his silver coat, but the company had already arranged it, so it was not easy to make special arrangements.

Wen Ning looked at the camera, making sure that the camera reached out to greet the camera after recording. He pursed his lips and smiled: "Hi everyone, I'm Wen Ning."

"I'm a trainee of Dinghua. I like watching movies and I'm good at playing the piano."

After he finished these two sentences, he didn't know what to say, and there was no piano for him to perform his talents, so Wen Ning could only say: "I hope everyone will support me."

Then he gestured a V to the camera very vulgarly.

Originally Wen Ning thought of a stage name, but Zheng Xiao said that if you can’t think of anything, you don’t need to choose it. After all, the name Wen Ning is quite popular. Among the people with the surname Wen, there are many girls named Wen Jing, and many boys named Wen Ning. , so Wen Ning, who couldn't think of a stage name, decided to use his real name.

After everyone finishes filming, they have to go back to change their clothes, and then go back to continue training. They are rehearsing a group dance, and the first episode will be on. In the middle, there is a solo dance by Jiang Heng and high notes by Wen Ning. Wen Ning's breath is very steady, The vocal range is also wide, and Jiang Heng has solid dancing skills. The only problem is that the dancing is not neat enough. After all, more than ten people can only practice again and again, and they have to practice until the early morning these days.

During dinner at night, Wen Ning called Lu Huansheng.

"Uncle Lu, you don't need to pick me up tonight. I'm going to train late today. I'll take a taxi back by myself."

Lu Huansheng's voice was a little hoarse: "Call me after training."

Wen Ning knew what Lu Huansheng meant, but he still insisted on refusing: "I can take a taxi. If it doesn't work, I'll ask Brother Zhou to pick me up, and I'll give him a red envelope."

Lu Huansheng coughed, "That's good."

Wen Ning: "Uncle Lu, do you have a cold? Have you had a fever? Have you taken any medicine? Did you go to the hospital? Do you have a private doctor? Did you call him?"

Lu Huansheng laughed lowly: "I don't have a fever, just a little dizzy. I've taken medicine, and I should be fine after a night of sleep."

Wen Ning breathed a sigh of relief, but was still very nervous: "Then I..."

Lu Huansheng interrupted him: "You train hard, I'll die."

Then Lu Huansheng hung up the phone.

Holding the phone, Wen Ning looked at Zheng Xiao in the office anxiously. He suddenly stood up and said firmly, "Sister Zheng, please help me ask the teacher for leave. I'll go back first."

Zheng Xiao had no objection, and she asked intimately, "Where are you going? Do you want me to drive you?"

It is not easy to take a taxi during this time period, especially in this area.

Wen Ning looked at Zheng Xiao gratefully: "Thank you, Sister Zheng, I will send you the address."

Zheng Xiao: "Don't be so polite, let's go, let's go to the parking lot."

After sitting in the car, Wen Ning leaned forward, unable to relax no matter what, his mind was full of Lu Huansheng's hoarse voice before he hung up the phone. He remembered that Lu Huansheng's house had never been visited by outsiders during this period, and now Brother Lu must Alone at home, no one to take care of him, no one to pour him a cup of hot water, no one even asked him if he was sick.

Wen Ning's nose turned sour, and his eyes turned red.

Wen Ning's voice was choked with sobs: "Sister Zheng, can you hurry up?"

Zheng Xiao: "Xiao Ning, don't get excited, what happened? Is it serious? Do you want me to call Sister Qin?"

Could it be that Wen Ning was being bullied?

impossible?She has already said hello, who is so short-eyed?

Don't let some idiot offend Wen Ning and ask her to wipe his ass.

Wen Ning shook his head: "Brother Lu seems to have caught a cold."

Zheng Xiao: "..."

Wen Ning clenched his fists and said in a low voice, "Brother Lu said when he was on the show that he rarely gets sick, even once every few years, but when he gets sick, it's very serious, even if it's just a common cold."

Zheng Xiao finally found his mouth and tongue: "Well, then go up and have a look first, if it's serious, call the hospital and call an ambulance."

Wen Ning nodded.

A few movies a year, with Lu Huansheng's status, there is no need to be so tired.

But he has never slacked off, he puts out 100% performance in every play.

Wen Ning used to think that Brother Lu like this was very dedicated and attractive, but he never considered Brother Lu's body. He is just a mortal, and a person made of flesh would suffer from illness and pain.

After getting off the car, Wen Ning, who is always very polite, ran to the elevator before he even had time to say hello to Zheng Xiao. He was at a loss in the elevator, frowning anxiously.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Wen Ning rushed into the living room. When Lu Huansheng was not in the living room, Wen Ning knocked on Lu Huansheng's door.

"Uncle Lu? Are you there?" He was worried that Lu Huansheng was not at home.

Since Wen Ning was sensible, he has never entered other people's rooms without permission. He stood at the door of Lu Huansheng's room and had not heard a response for a long time. , the door was unlocked, and Wen Ning stepped into Lu Huansheng's room for the first time after coming to Lu's house.

But he didn't look around, and he didn't have any interest in the furnishings in the room. All his attention was focused on the person lying on the bed.

Wen Ning stepped lightly and quickly walked to the bed. He finally saw Lu Huansheng's face clearly.

The gray quilt was slanted on Lu Huansheng's body. He was not wearing a shirt, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and his face was a little flushed. He seemed unconscious, but he was suffering in his sleep. Just as Wen Ning reached out to touch Lu Huansheng's forehead When the temperature was low, Lu Huansheng suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Lu Huansheng's palm was so hot that Wen Ning gasped.

Wen Ning shouted, "Uncle Lu? Uncle Lu, wake up, I'll call an ambulance."

Wen Ning was held by Lu Huansheng with one hand, so he had to use the other hand to reach out for his phone, but the more anxious he was, the slower he took it out. When he finally took out his phone and was about to dial 911, he suddenly remembered This is domestic, domestic... Which number are you dialing? 119 or 110?

He unlocked the phone first, and was about to check it in the browser, which was faster than calling to ask someone, but as soon as he pressed the browser, he suddenly lost his focus and was pulled down by Lu Huansheng on the bed.

Wen Ning was extremely anxious: "Uncle Lu, I have a mobile phone, and you are pressing down on my mobile phone."

He wanted to break away from Lu Huansheng's arm, but Lu Huansheng put one arm into his arms, and that arm pressed his arm tightly, making him unable to move.

The mobile phone was also pushed under the quilt by Lu Huansheng's movements.

Wen Ning is not very thin, and his strength is also at the average level of boys of the same age, but compared with Lu Huansheng, he is like a fly shaking a tree.

"Don't make noise." Lu Huansheng's lips were only a little away from the skin on the back of Wen Ning's neck.

Wen Ning could feel the itching of Lu Huansheng's breath spraying on his skin, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Uncle Lu, you are sick and need to go to the hospital. I have to call the hospital."

"If you can move by yourself, let's go to the hospital by car, faster."

Lu Huansheng, who had a cold, had a hoarse voice and his eyes were still closed. After listening to Wen Ning's words, he said, "Don't waste public resources. I took my temperature and I didn't have a fever. I was just dizzy and took medicine."

Wen Ning's ears moved: "You didn't lie to me? Did you really not have a fever?"

Lu Huansheng smiled, his chest vibrated slightly: "No."

Wen Ning breathed a sigh of relief, and only after he breathed a sigh of relief did he realize that the two of them were in the wrong posture—he, he was actually in Brother Lu's arms, and his back was still close to Brother Lu's chest.

He was wrapped in Lu Huansheng's breath, and Wen Ning was about to suffocate.

"Uncle Lu, have you had dinner?" Wen Ning maintained this awkward and ambiguous posture, pursed his lips, and said with flushed cheeks, "Shall I order you takeaway?"

Lu Huansheng: "No, I can't eat it."

Wen Ning: "Then you must eat something? Chicken soup? Fish soup?"

Lu Huansheng smiled: "I'm not confinement, I have rice at home, I'll lie down and cook porridge."

Wen Ning: "You are a patient, how can you cook, I will!"

After finishing speaking, Wen Ning was about to get out of bed. This time he went to pull Lu Huansheng's arm, but it was easy to pull it away.

Wen Ning stepped on the ground, feeling a little dazed in his heart, and seemed to have some regrets that he didn't realize.

"Can you cook porridge?" Lu Huansheng looked up at him.

Wen Ning followed the military order and said in a straightforward manner: "I can check it with my mobile phone, and it will definitely be cooked."

Lu Huansheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed not energetic, but he just lay on the bed, exposing his upper body without any shyness, and Wen Ning didn't dare to turn his head.

Just now, he was so concerned about Lu Huansheng's physical condition that he didn't have the time to be shy. Besides, he had never seen Brother Lu's body before. All the judges have been exposed.

Of course, below the waist, above the thighs have not been exposed.

But seeing it on the big screen and in real life are simply two different things.

Wen Ning wants to cry but has no tears.

Today, he is also being tested by Lu Huansheng's hue.

The author has something to say:

Wen Ning: "...It's over, it's over, what should I do if it's bent?"

Wen Ning QAQ: "If you bend over, you won't be able to meet idols. It's a shame if you bend over."