Living depends on the opponent's life [Entertainment]

Director of the program group, do you have many small question marks?

Yu Kei looked sympathetically at the bewildered camera director. The director was heartbroken at Zhu Ming who didn't follow the routine, shook his head silently, and began to read aloud.

She didn't have many chances to appear on the stage. Except for the elegant suit in the lead film and the appearance in the MV, which turned all the straight girls into mosquito coils, there were not many scenes in the first phase of competition.

Even so, among the vast number of comments, malicious comments were still picked out.

"Male or not, female or female, I'm afraid he's not a transgender person?"

"I heard that I used to work in a gay bar, and I was kneeled and licked by those gay guys. Is this because I want to make money after getting inflated?"

"..."

The more exaggerated it went, Yu Kei read the words with obscene words that would be blocked by Harmony once it was broadcast, without any expression on her face, but the girls beside her were slightly frowning. Eyebrows, serious expression.

"I've finished reading, there's nothing to say." She carefully put away the paper, looked at Candle Tea, "Thank you."

Zhuming knew Yu Keai's heart, turned her head slightly, and moved her eyes to the next person.

Ye Xintao used to be a little shy and introverted in front of the camera, she spoke softly, chanting unbearable words in an ethereal voice, the contrast was great and the impact was strong,

But there was no trace of grievance on the soft and cute face.

After reading, she touched the tip of her nose: "Well... It's hard to type."

She was also hacked when she participated in the draft before.

In particular, the malicious editing by the program group even cut her into a green tea with white lotus appearance. In just two or three months of recording, I heard more vicious words than I heard in the first ten years of my life.

A few months ago, she was even more glassy than she is now, and she cried several times in the bed of Yin Ning in the same dormitory at night.

The amazing thing is that after such a long time, sitting in front of Candle Tea and conducting this kind of bad review morning reading meeting solemnly, my mind is surprisingly relaxed.

Mr. Zhu is right, those words were used a few months ago, and those words will be repeated a few months later, and the meanings of flowers are still the same when they are repeated, and there is nothing new about them.

It became peaceful all at once.

Yin Ning saw that her glass-hearted friend in the past was about to ascend to immortality and transcend the mundane world. She smiled and began to read her own, complaining while reading, and even Shi Yue became happy. The words written on the paper were not their own.

Candle Tea's goal of exercising their tenacity had almost been achieved. Looking back, Qin Huai was still brooding, twitching the corners of his mouth stiffly, and looking down at the floor.

"Qin Huai, don't hold back your words." He fixedly looked at the top of the little girl's head.

Qin Huai raised his head, his dark eyes were wet, and his voice was stubborn: "They can be said to be illogical slanders, but I... I just don't look good, but I'm not as beautiful as my sisters, that's right."

Shi Yue embraced her and pinched Qin Huai's cheek: "You're only sixteen or seventeen, you haven't grown yet, isn't it baby fat? Is it too cute?"

Yu Kei recovered from her daze: "Huh? Who called me?"

Shi Yue: "..."

Yin Ning also said: "You sing so well, and Xintao and I can't envy the talent of your voice. Why bother to be so entangled in appearance? It's unnecessary."

Qin Huai put his knees together, put his arms around his calves, buried his face between his knees, and said in a choked voice, "You guys don't even understand how beautiful you are. The reason why I was rejected by Chen Xing's trainees before was... not good-looking enough."

Such harsh comments can make the adolescent girl, who is already sensitive and inferior, shut herself off for the rest of her life.

As a result, even though her singing skills have received unanimous praise, she still has no confidence in her appearance.

"Qin Huai." Zhu Ming bit her name lightly, "What do you think you are? A singer, or an idol?"

He has already positioned them well, but now it seems that the innocent girls have not yet understood his good intentions.

Qin Huai was startled, and murmured: "Singer."

"Since you are a singer, why do you force yourself to measure yourself by idol standards?" Zhu Ming asked lightly.

"I..." Qin Huai opened his mouth, lost in confusion.

"You have your own talent, why do you have to cater to other people's aesthetic standards?"

Zhu Ming continued to ask questions, each question was like a sharp arrow piercing through Qin Huai's heart.

It wasn't until she lowered her head deeply that Zhuming breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward and patted her head.

"If an artist wants to follow the path of an idol and attract fans by his appearance and attractive personality, then appearance is naturally an unavoidable and unavoidable criterion."

"But for actors and singers, talent and ability come first, and the evaluation of appearance is superfluous."

"Actors have to portray the world in various poses. If there is beauty in the world, there must be ugliness. For singers, it is enough to sing all the ups and downs. Who cares what they look like when they cry silently in a single loop?"

Yu Kei applauded Zhu Ming from the bottom of her heart, and quietly glanced at the on-site staff.

I didn't expect these people to be extremely excited. It seemed that they had finally waited for the scene of Zhu Ming's embarrassment that they had been waiting for, and they couldn't wait to pile up the shots on Zhu Ming's face.

Qin Huai raised his head and stared into his big round eyes, trying hard not to let tears flow out.

His eyes are filled with: Can't cry, can't cry, can't cry!

But tears still rolled in the eyes without disappointment.

Candle Tea laughed, took her by the arm and took her out, ignoring the camera.

While walking, he raised his voice and said, "A Ning and Xin Tao, you can continue practicing."

His eyes swept across the camera, and he squinted slightly, a look stopped the director who was about to follow.

He took Qin Huai to the tea room in the studio, took out a small piece of chocolate cake from the refrigerator, and handed it to her.

"Cry if you want, no one is filming now."

As soon as the words fell, Dou Da's tears started to fall.

"..." Zhu Ming rubbed his forehead, he really didn't want to see others cry, rubbed his temples, turned his back, pretended to be playing with the coffee machine, "I said so much, did you understand?"

"Ming, I understand."

As Qin Huai burped loudly, she lowered her head in embarrassment and bit the cake, pretending to ignore what happened.

"You still cry when you understand." Zhu Ming pressed the button of the coffee machine, and the sound of the machine's water spout gradually covered the girl's sobs.

"I'm just..." Qin Huai thought about how to say it, "It's because you explained it all at once, but then you feel so stupid."

It's so useless to be messed up by people and things that were originally insignificant.

"Not stupid, don't belittle yourself." Zhu Ming took a sip of coffee, twisted her face slightly, stuck out her tongue quickly, turned around and patted the top of Qin Huai's head, "Which girl doesn't love beauty? How about eating with these mentalities?"

"The world is diverse, and value judgments are also diverse. We don't need to compromise with others, let alone try to unify other people's aesthetics. The important thing is to correct our mentality."

"I see." Qin Huai nodded, stuffing the cake into his mouth with every stitch.

Suddenly Zhu Ming asked: "Is Lin Yao good-looking?"

"Nonsense, if you don't look good, can you look at it for ten years without getting tired?" Qin Huai asked without hesitation, and then rolled his eyes at the person who raised the question, with tears hanging from his eyelashes in his eye sockets.

"But he will get old, and so will I. No matter how good-looking a person is, one day he will get old, with wrinkles, bags under the eyes, age spots, sagging skin, and no longer good-looking."

"It's normal for you to be persistent now, but in this circle, it's enough to help you until you're in your 30s."

"The most valuable is what you can use for the rest of your life."

Qin Huai stared blankly at Candle Tea, and didn't notice the chocolate powder on the corner of his mouth.

There was light shining in from the window of the tea room, covering Zhu Ming's sharp eyebrows and eyes, adding a touch of tenderness for no reason.

"boss."

"Ok?"

"You're so kind, I decided to climb the wall for a second."

"..." There is no need to be so perfunctory.

In the practice room, Yin Ning and Ye Xintao were rehearsing the music together, Yu Kei helped them record the details of the video, and Shi Yue huddled in the corner, thinking about the creation of the song with a ballpoint pen.

When Qin Huai came back in the sun, cream was still on the corner of his mouth, and they all cast contemptuous looks at Zhu Ming.

Slap a jujube, you are awesome!

When the program team went back, they posted a small tidbit of NL on the official blog, but the bad reviews were not released at the morning reading session. It seemed that it was going to be cut into the official program.

But this proved in disguise that Zhu Ming was in good health and everything was fine. The nervous fans instantly relaxed and waited for the second competition like a year.

This week passed quickly, Ye Xintao and Yin Ning had their own ideas about the show, so he didn't need to watch them all the time, most of the time they were rehearsing with Lin Yao.

At first, Lin Yao was worried about his health, so he refused to extend the practice time, and made a rule that he must take a break every half hour of practice.

Later, Zhu Ming felt aggrieved and had no choice but to drag him into the dark conference room, where they had a messy kiss.

"Teacher Lin, are you satisfied?"

Lin Yao licked the corner of his mouth, his thoughts still unfinished: "What do you mean?"

"I can't breathe after kissing you for so long, do you think I can only practice for half an hour in my current physical condition, and I will die if I don't rest?"

"..." Lin Yao has never seen a person who can do everything to achieve the purpose of prolonging the practice time, even sending himself in front of him.

"You're not breathing, it looks like a technical problem with me."

"Anyway, if you want to rest, you can rest by yourself, and I will practice by myself."

I couldn't help him, so I had to make an agreement with him: "If you can't hold on anymore, call it a stop."

"It's definitely not that I can't hold on first." Zhu Ming rolled up her sleeves arrogantly, and spread her arms at the moment the rhythm sounded.

Lin Yao's eyes were calm, and the arrogance in his heart was instantly aroused. Following the music, his fingertips brushed the tip of Candle Tea's hair: "In the past, you would have been beaten by me for doing this."

"It's not impossible to beat you up after the competition."

"Teacher Zhu, if you don't shut up, I really don't know what I will do."

……

It was so lively until the pre-match rehearsal, the partners of Zhu Ming and Lin Yao always looked like competitors, always feeling that the sword was on the verge of breaking out.

After the rehearsal for the rookie group, it's the rehearsal for the senior group.

After Zhu Ming and Lin Yao finished performing with the music, they quickly ran to watch the video recorded by Jiang Xingpan, wishing to pick out each other's thorns from it.

Jiang Xingpan was sandwiched between the two bosses, trembling with his mobile phone, raising his eyelids to carefully observe their expressions.

He wondered in his heart, if these two people fought, would he try to persuade them to fight or just run away.

Just as he was planning his running route, he only heard the two people say in unison——

"Teacher Lin is Teacher Lin, as steady as a dog."

"Teacher Zhu's strength remains the same as before."

The two looked at each other and smiled, clenched their fists and touched each other, then packed their things and prepared to leave.

Jiang Xingpan followed behind, silently retracted the phone, and hugged himself tightly with both hands.

Almost forgot, the opponent is no longer the opponent of the past, they have already learned how to abuse dogs...

Jiang Xing looked forward to Ai Ai, and sent a crying emoji to Chen Qingquan who couldn't come because he had something to do today. Before he could finish reading the other party's reply, he bumped into the two big men who were walking in front.

"what happened?"

Tilting his head, he saw Xingchen's young lead dancer standing in front of the passage, directly blocking their way.

There was no follow-up filming at this time, the staff were all backstage, and there was no one in this corridor except for them.

"Can you... take a step to talk, Mr. Zhu." Ji Kejia mustered up the courage to meet Zhu Ming's cold gaze, and straightened his back.

Lin Yao looked sideways, but never took his eyes off Zhu Ming.

Zhu Ming nodded slightly, followed behind him, and walked to an empty public rest area in Haiyin Building.

"Speak directly." Zhu Ming was too lazy to go around in circles, leaning on the sofa, crossing Erlang's legs.

"I heard that Dad is going to divorce Mom...do you know what's going on?" Ji Kejia's eyes were filled with puzzlement and doubt.

Zhu Ming raised her eyelids, a little amused in her heart: "Who did you hear that from? Is it your mother? You won't leave, don't worry."

Whenever Ji Chengzhao dared to give up half of the joint property after marriage, he committed suicide by swallowing feces every minute.

Hearing this, Ji Kejia rushed forward and grabbed Zhu Ming's hand: "So you know what's going on with them, right! Brother?"

Zhuming pulled out her hand with difficulty and rubbed her wrist: "Don't call me brother..."

"If you don't call me what's your brother's name?" Ji Kejia asked back.

Then suddenly weakened, full of grievances: "I am the only one who doesn't know what you all know... I am the one who doesn't deserve to stay in this house."

Zhu Ming looked at the dejected young man in front of him, like a stray dog ​​with drooping ears, his eyes were full, he couldn't bear to look directly, and turned his face away stiffly.

"You don't want to tell me either, do you?" Ji Kejia's voice trembled.

Zhu Ming sighed inwardly.

He rubbed his hair, stood up straight, and looked down at him: "Concentrate on the competition, and if I win my girls in the competition tomorrow, I will tell you."

Ji Kejia clenched her fists and nodded heavily.

Candle Tea didn't say a word, turned and left.

He looked at Zhu Ming's chic back, and a trace of loss flashed across his eyes.

Those girls who have nothing to do with him can say "my girls" to him. He looked up at his back until he was 17 years old, but he never heard a sentence——

"My brother."

The author has something to say: Candle Tea: It's okay to beat you up after the competition.

Lin Yao: The kind that hit the bed?

Candle Tea: ...

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Enter the competition episode tomorrow!

By the way, I would like to share a favorite saying, which is said by teacher Dong Qing: "Every life has the right to pursue the ultimate bloom, even if I am not beautiful."

感谢在2020-03-0809:01:53~2020-03-0909:30:22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: think about 1 trap;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Maomao's rice balls; 4 bottles of Bailuweiqiu; 2 bottles of lori;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!