Your cps are together

Wen Ning, who came in with Cui Jingxian, didn't know how hostile the people in the dance practice room were towards him, and he didn't know that his existence was seen by others as a villain who grabbed his debut spot. He stood beside Cui Jingxian, close to 1.8 meters He is tall, well-proportioned, with almost perfect proportions, and there is a friendly smile on his face.

Cui Jingxian said with a smile: "This is a new trainee, you will train together in the future."

Then Cui Jingxian glanced at Wen Ning, and Wen Ning introduced himself, "My surname is Wen, and my name is Wen Ning."

The trainees were listless and said without interest: "Welcome."

Wen Ning voluntarily stood up to the end. His legs are still sore, but within the tolerable range. Fortunately, there is no need to practice dancing in the morning, and the practice is vocal music.

The reason why he could see the trainees dancing when he came was because they were using the rest time to review yesterday's dance steps.

Most of these trainees came to Dinghua before they graduated from high school, or even finished junior high school. His hard work was in vain, and it was difficult to even find the most ordinary job.

To walk in this line of work is to use one's youth to make a big gamble.

But there may not be one person in a thousand who can win the bet.

The vocal music classroom is next to the dance studio, and the trainees will leave the dance studio after Cui Jingxian leaves.

Wen Ning could feel the gazes cast on him by the trainees. Those gazes were complex, and it wasn't really resentment, but it was a bit far away when it came to affection, so Wen Ning didn't make any fuss, and followed in the footsteps of the others. .

Vocal music is not instrumental music. As long as you work hard for instrumental music, you can always achieve results, but vocal music is different. Everyone has different aptitudes. In addition, the length of practice time is different. It is difficult to achieve results in a short period of time. See the effect inside.

Wen Ning originally thought that the trainees had been studying for a few years, not to mention how nice it was, but singing would not be too bad.

result--

"Ah ah ah! Ah!"

"Ah~ah! Ah—ah!"

Wen Ning: "..."

Vocal music teacher Qian Jiahe seems to have gotten used to the students getting out of breath whenever they hear a high note. He has a gentle smile on his fat face, he looks like he has no temper, and his voice is small and soft: "Don't sing with your mouth. , You need to breathe, borrow the strength of your waist."

So the trainees started a new round of crying and howling.

The concept of singing with the waist is too abstract, and it is already one of the best if it can not break the sound.

However, the trainees generally put more emphasis on dancing than singing. After all, singing in a recording studio requires millions of tunings in the later stage, and singing live does not need to be challenging.

Unlike the trainees, Wen Ning learned vocal music systematically. His family hired a music teacher for one-on-one teaching, and a piano teacher was hired separately.

The trainees were very loud, and Wen Ning began to practice with confidence.

Wen Ning opened his voice quickly, but with his eyes closed, he sang like no one else was there.

Probably because he was too distracted, Wen Ning didn't realize that the surroundings gradually became quiet, and only Wen Ning's voice was left in the entire classroom.

The eyes of the trainees all focused on Wen Ning alone.

Wen Ning's voice is unique, he doesn't even need to use any skills, he can easily sing in a range that others can't sing, and it never makes people feel hoarse and exhausted.

But the most shocking thing is his tone.

It doesn't seem like a human being can sing, but an intelligent synthesis.

Crisp, ethereal, and progressively soaring.

Like a lark that sings loudly, with a flap of its wings, it can take away other people's minds.

When Wen Ning finished singing and felt satisfied that he hadn't returned what he had learned to the teacher, he was startled by the fiery eyes that seemed to have substance. Wen Ning looked around, showing a shy expression in embarrassment. smile.

The expressions and eyes of the trainees are very complicated.

Even Qian Jiahe, who was always there, as if he was about to doze off in the next second, stared wide-eyed.

——Such a talent can only come in through the back door?Is the threshold for being an idol so high now? !

Qian Jiahe walked up to Wen Ning and asked in a low voice, "Have you learned it before?"

Wen Ning: "I have learned it."

Qian Jiahe: "Who is your teacher?"

Wenning: "Auston White."

There are quite a few people named Auston, but Auston, whose surname is White, can still teach such a student...

Qian Jiahe took a deep breath.

The singer who had risen to fame in the past few years, a true genius, turned out to be Wen Ning's teacher.

You can't even ask for money, okay?

What is the origin of this good boy? !

Wen Ning thought of Orston, and said with some nostalgia: "The biscuits baked by Mr. Orston are very delicious."

Although he looks serious and rigid, he is actually a good teacher who loves his students, and he will bring Wen Ning the small biscuits he baked at home.

With the trainees as a foil, Wen Ning's excellence is even more obvious. If Wen Ning is like a swan, they are like wild ducks.

The morning time passed quickly, and when it was time for dinner, the trainees were preparing to go to the cafeteria in groups of threes and twos to eat, only Wen Ning was still sitting in the classroom, he looked very obedient, as if he was waiting for someone, It also seems to feel down because no one invites.

The trainees who had tacitly wanted to isolate Wen Ning looked at each other, but if they turned around and left now, they always felt a little bit uneasy.

They seem to have forgotten that Wen Ning is the "villain" who wants to compete with them for the debut spot.

"Hey, do you want to go to the cafeteria to eat with us?" The yellow-haired man with blackened hair stood at the door of the classroom and asked in a somewhat impatient tone.

Wen Ning reacted for a few seconds, then he raised his head, pointed at himself and asked, "Are you asking me?"

The yellow-haired man Jiang Heng caught Wen Ning's glance, and his fierce tone involuntarily slowed down a lot: "Nonsense."

Wen Ning shook his head: "Thank you, but I already have an appointment, so I won't go."

Then he added a blessing: "I hope you have a good meal."

The trainees guarding the door: "..."

Jiang Heng was rejected and felt embarrassed, so he snorted: "Forget it if you don't go."

After walking away, someone whispered: "I think he looks pretty good, not like that kind of rich second generation."

As for what kind of rich second generation it is, everyone knows it, who else?There is only one Yang Yi.

Jiang Heng sneered: "Then you go and talk to him, and see if he takes care of you."

"That is, there is one attitude towards the teacher, and another attitude towards Brother Jiang. Listen to what he said at the end."

"Anyone wishing someone a pleasant meal?"

"No? I think that's a good word."

"Already have an appointment, it looks like there is a backstage."

"I just don't know what the background is, maybe it's..."

Several people winked together, and then walked to the company cafeteria.

Wen Ning waited for a while, and after Zheng Xiao sent him a message, he took the elevator to Zheng Xiao's office.

As soon as he opened the door, Wen Ning could smell the aroma of the food inside. The coffee table in the office was full of food, both meat and vegetables, and it was not a disposable lunch box, but beautiful porcelain bowls and plates.

Zheng Xiao is like a considerate big sister, warm and gentle: "Come here quickly, or it will be cold later."

Wen Ning was not polite either, he was indeed hungry, after washing his hands and wiping them with a wet tissue, Wen Ning sat on the sofa.

"How do you feel?" Zheng Xiao asked.

Wen Ning said without thinking, "It's okay."

Zheng Xiao breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, I'm still worried that you won't get used to it."

After Zheng Xiao had two mouthfuls of rice, she was about to pick up some vegetables, when her gaze involuntarily fell on Wen Ning, and then the chopsticks in her hand couldn't fall down.

Although Zheng Xiao never flaunted himself as a lady, but the manners of this meal... There is too much difference between people!

After eating, he could rest for half an hour. Wen Ning was sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, and Zheng Xiao didn't bother him with a wink.

Wen Ning was checking Weibo when he suddenly received a bunch of private messages.

"The rich lady! Look at the trending searches!"

"Ah ah ah ah! I'm so mad! You slander our brother Lu so much! Hurry up and go see the rich woman!"

Wen Ning turned off the private message and checked the trending searches first.

Lu Huansheng is now very popular, and he won the double best actor last year. I don't know how many celebrities want to post it. There have been such hot searches since last year.

And there are just a few routines back and forth, nothing more than Lu Huansheng and someone appearing in the same place, or some female celebrity said that her ideal type is Lu Huansheng.

The most troublesome one was just because a Reuters still photo from two years ago was reposted, and then it was said that Lu Huansheng and the female star in the photo had been in an underground relationship for several years.

In short, Wen Ning has experienced many battles now, and he is no longer that little fan who can simply end up.

The current Wen Ning is Wen Ning who lives in Lu Huansheng's house!Not with those coquettish sluts outside!one!Sample!

Wen Ning glanced at the trending searches——

"Lu Huansheng is gay?"

Wen Ning was taken aback.

He quickly clicked in, and the first popular Weibo that popped up was posted by a big V in the entertainment industry. This kind of big V is actually a paparazzi, but he pretends to be more human-looking, and he will turn any gossip, and he will not be responsible afterwards To clarify, it is obvious that most of the sewage was poured by them, and after pouring it, they have to pretend to be clean.

"A passer-by submitted a post. Lu Huansheng dated his little boyfriend and kissed him with his arms around his waist. The txl has been hammered. No wonder the relationship history has not been exposed for so many years. It turns out that Lu Huansheng's hobbies are different, and we ordinary people can't understand it."

Wen Ning's fingers were shaking as he watched.

Purely angry.

Lu Huansheng's fans are generally called Lu Huansheng Brother Lu, which is more cordial. Only black fans can be called Lu Yingzi. This is because last year Lu Huansheng's fans fought with Heizi and said unabashedly: "My brother Lu is a double actor, you cook it What kind of rubbish? Double movie star! Look at these four characters clearly!"

Then the sunspots changed from calling Lu Huansheng by first name and surname, to a hermaphrodite who would call Lu Yingdi whenever they got angry.

A big V in the entertainment industry called out the black name?

Wen Ning gritted his teeth angrily, trembling all over.

Zheng Xiao, who had just asked his assistant to get Wen Ning a cup of hot tea, was taken aback by Wen Ning's appearance.

Zheng Xiao asked cautiously: "Xiao Ning, what's the matter? What happened? If you are unhappy, tell your sister, and she will help you find a solution."

Wen Ning had just flipped through a few comments, and his eyes were reddened by the obscene words inside: "They spread rumors that Brother Lu is gay."

Zheng Xiao: "...Is this not good?"

She thought Wen Ning had thoughts about Lu Huansheng, which fan wouldn't want to sleep with an idol?If Lu Huansheng is gay, Wen Ning will be able to get the moon sooner rather than later.

As a result, Wen Ning looked resentful, and said righteously: "Brother Lu is so straight, how could he be gay?!"

Zheng Xiao: "..."

Is there any necessary connection to this?

And aren't you the little GAY who has a crush on Lu Huansheng?

Zheng Xiaofa sincerely introspected: Am I an idiot?