Cannon fodder husband and wife ran away with the ball [Transmigration Book]

Zhou Yihai didn't ask any questions at the end.

Once, he wanted to ask cheekily, but was interrupted by Mu Jing when he was about to speak, "Teacher, Zhou Yihai doesn't know how to read music, can you teach him?"

The vocal music teacher was in a dilemma, "Reading scores is easy to learn, but it's not easy to be proficient. How about you go back and find an introductory book on music and study it yourself? I'm busy, so I can't teach a little bit."

"Okay, thank you teacher." Zhou Yihai glared at Mu Jing, and could only sit beside him weakly.

What else can I ask?Thick-skinned, he is no match for a ruthless person like Mu Jing who can slash directly with a knife.

Zhou Yihai didn't understand why Mu Jing suddenly changed, after thinking about it, he felt that Qiao Ningyun's pretty face was too confusing.

Gong Xinyang was so fascinated that he couldn't find his way, and now even Mu Jing was also stumped.

What Zhou Yihai hates the most is people who rely on their faces for food.He has been killed by such people many times.

He dances well, and he doesn't hold back in singing, but his appearance is so-so.He is about 170 tall, and his face is at most straight. He can only be seen with bangs covering half of his face and strong makeup and hair. His popularity has not increased, and he has given way to the vases in the company several times.

This is not the first time Zhou Yihai has participated in the show.I have participated in the selection of the first season of "Love Show" before, and I have formed a limited group with other people to go to the stage show to show my face. It will not be a round tour, but it has always been far away from the debut.

This is his last chance.Unexpectedly, another vase came in the way.

Zhou Yihai has experienced too much injustice, and puts his resentment on Qiao Ningyun.Eyes staring, cursing in his heart, his head turned rapidly to see what tricks could make Qiao Ningyun stumble.

Qiao Ningyun was concentrating on asking the vocal teacher for advice, and didn't notice the unfriendly gaze.

Gong Xinyang found out, "Ah Hai, can you lend me a pen? I remember you have a red one."

Zhou Yihai looked down for a pen, and stopped staring at Qiao Ningyun for the time being.

"Thank you." Gong Xinyang left without taking a pen, and sat beside him to write notes, "Just now the teacher said, this paragraph..."

Zhou Yihai realized that Gong Xinyang was repeating what the teacher said and wanted to learn, so he put his mind back on the business.

Gong Xinyang showed him the notes and answered the questions.

The vocal music teacher sneaked in from his busy schedule, and he said, "Okay, let's talk to each other. See you in the practice room tomorrow."

"Goodbye, teacher." They sent the teacher off.

As soon as the teacher left, the dormitory became awkwardly quiet again.

Gong Xinyang slightly covered the notes, "Ah Hai, without Qiao Qiao, the teacher wouldn't have come to answer the questions. We should thank him well, right?"

This is a step up, asking Zhou Yihai to apologize.

Zhou Yihai glanced over and saw Qiao Ningyun clearing up the water glasses that the two teachers had poured just now.

The cup is a paper cup with the logo of the program group printed on it, and the water is ordinary pure water.However, Qiao Ningyun had a pretty face, slender fingers, and gentle and elegant movements, which created a sense of immortality like making tea.

People are good-looking, and even the things in their hands can be stained with light.

Zhou Yihai thought about how he was called ugly by netizens for his styling, and danced with all his heart to get the yin and yang evaluation of "it's better not to slap your face", and his anger came up again.

"Thank you. I can still ask the teacher when I go to the practice room tomorrow, and I don't need his help!"

Zhou Yihai refused loudly, with thorns in his words.

Gong Xinyang really didn't know how to smooth things over, so he sighed helplessly.

Mu Jing mocked: "There are so many people queuing up tomorrow, it's your turn?"

Even Ai Shuo, who had known him for a long time, had an expression of disapproval, "Ah Hai, don't go too far."

And the bewitching Qiao Ningyun didn't say a word, lowered her eyes and pursed her lips, and let others surround her to comfort her softly.

Zhou Yihai couldn't stand it anymore, got up and left the dormitory.

Out of anger, he still remembered that there was a camera in the corridor, and instead of slamming the door, he made a turn and went to the stairwell.

There was no camera in the stairwell, so he opened the window, lit a cigarette from his pocket and smoked slowly.

This is what he hid from the show crew.Compared with the newcomers who participated for the first time, he is an old fritter. He knows how to hide cigarettes and knows how to smoke. He feels the wind direction before exhaling, and flicks all the ash outside.

He is not the only one with experience.

"Ah Hai?" Someone came outside, and when he saw the door was ajar, he called out first.

Zhou Yihai smiled, "Li Yi? Is that you?"

"Yo, you still remember me." Li Yi pushed the door open and came in, with a faint shape of a cigarette case in his bulging pocket.

Zhou Yihai gave way, took out the lighter, "Are you still smoking this?"

Li Yi just huddled in the corner, "I'm used to it. And the smell is not that strong."

"Come on. We don't think it's strong, and others will know it when they smell it."

"What does that matter. I'm confused, no one cares."

Zhou Yihai was poked in the sore spot, "Yeah, if you get confused, you will be bullied by big guys."

Li Yi guessed right away, "Are you talking about Qiao Ningyun? He really has a lot of fans, and he was surrounded in the cafeteria last time."

Zhou Yihai sneered, "Is he enjoying it?"

"No. He was unwell and ran away."

Zhou Yihai sighed, "It's really hypocritical. I think he will faint on the stage one day."

Li Yi shrugged, "The fact that the stage didn't cut meat made him feel sick, right?"

"Break the meat? Is he uncomfortable because of the cut meat?"

"That's right, someone poured it for him. The one named Gong Xinyang consciously refused to eat his share, and only went back after spraying on perfume."

Zhou Yihai thought about it and found that it was true.Gong Xinyang sprayed perfume and asked them to spray it together.He tried it out of boredom, but the other brothers didn't have this kind of mood. They still had the smell of vegetables on their bodies, and Qiao Ningyun frowned slightly when he asked Qiao Ningyun to approach him.

Zhou Yihai suddenly had a solution, "Is he really so easily uncomfortable?"

"How do I know." Li Yi came to his senses, "You don't mean to..."

Zhou Yihai nodded, showing the brightest smile since today, "Maybe, the next time I feel uncomfortable will be on the stage."

After that day, the relationship in the dormitory was very delicate.

Ai Shuo is still willing to act together with Zhou Yihai, so it can be regarded as a reconciliation.Gong Xinyang is still a master of coordination, but he no longer tries to make Zhou Yihai change his mind, and just say something to avoid big conflicts. Mu Jing is so focused on practice that he seems too lazy to care about it.

Zhou Yihai and Qiao Ningyun, who were the most embarrassed, basically had no contact.

Qiao Ningyun also hopes to live in peace, but she still has her own difficulties.

Sometimes, he felt that Zhou Yihai smelled bad.

This bad smell is pretty subjective.Sometimes it smells like leeks, sometimes it smells like oil, and what he can't bear the most is a kind of perfume smell, which is just not refreshing, and there is also a pungent and inferior texture with too many additives.

Qiao Ningyun observed quietly and found that other people did not show any distress, but Zhou Yihai, the person involved, would raise his eyebrows and be very proud when he caught his gaze, and then sprayed that perfume even more vigorously the next day.

This spray method is too exaggerated, and Mu Jing can't stand it anymore, "What kind of perfume is this? It stinks."

Zhou Yihai was surprised, "Isn't it fragrant? I just sweated out of dancing, and I sprayed it because I was afraid that it would smell bad to you."

Mu Jing also doesn't like the smell of low-quality perfume, but thinking about Zhou Yihai's smell of sweat, he can bear it, "Oh. Don't spray it, that's enough."

Gong Xinyang suggested, "Ah Hai, why don't you take a bath?"

"Alright." Zhou Yihai packed up his things and went to the bathroom, walked to the door and turned back, "Ah, I forgot something..."

Qiao Ningyun's bed was close to the bathroom, and he was forced to smell it twice at close range.

Zhou Yihai's tone became more cheerful, "Oh, my memory is really bad. Wait, I didn't take my pants."

Again and again, it smoked Qiao Ningyun enough.

Qiao Ningyun couldn't take it anymore, so she went to the balcony to blow some air.The wind made him feel a lot more comfortable, and it also made his mind spin rapidly: why is he becoming more and more sensitive to smells?When I lived in a youth hostel, cleaning up the vomit was not so nauseating.

Mu Jing looked at Qiao Ningyun's back, thought for a moment, took her shower gel and went to the bathroom, "Hey, this is for you. This brand also has a fragrance."

Zhou Yihai is annoying but knows the goods, "Wow, it's a big brand. How much is it?"

"Not much. Use this instead of perfume."

"Oh, thank you then."

Qiao Ningyun heard this conversation and looked back at Mu Jing.

As soon as Mu Jing sat down, she twitched the corners of her mouth when she met Qiao Ningyun's eyes, with a half-smile.

Qiao Ningyun spoke softly, "Thank you."

Mu Jing shrugged, "No, I also think it stinks."

Mu Jing's shower gel really worked, which made Zhou Yihai leave the low-quality perfume idle.The first stage is approaching, the practice intensity is increasing, and they spend less and less time in the dormitory. The "stinky perfume incident" can be regarded as a satisfactory solution.

Two days later, the trainees ushered in the first stage.

"This time it is a live broadcast. The waiting room, performance room and rating room will be held at the same time. No one will edit the sound for you. You only have one chance. You should regulate your words and deeds and perform well."

"If there are inappropriate words and deeds, it is likely to face the punishment of retiring from the game."

The tutor assistant changed his usual relaxed style and explained seriously.

Everyone didn't dare to vent their anger and listened carefully.Waiting for the instructor assistant to ask "Do you understand?", they answered loudly in unison, "Understood!"

After answering, I went to the waiting room.The waiting room has stepped seats, the middle area is 49 chairs with serial numbers, and there is a lottery table and two hosts below.

"Hi everyone, welcome to "Best Idol." The hostess greeted them happily.

Sparse responses sounded, only Gong Xinyang roared with confidence, "Okay! You are welcome too!"

Everyone laughed, and the photographer's camera aimed at Gong Xinyang who was speaking.

It turns out that there is no problem with stealing the scene like this.Some people learned it in secret, some people worried whether Gong Xinyang would be punished later, some people saw so many cameras for the first time, and they were still out of state.

The hostess picked up the tablet next to her, "Wow, the barrage exploded in an instant."

The students were also amazed, and discussions arose one after another.

"There is actually a barrage."

"Of course there is a live broadcast."

"Then when I perform, will it be all hahaha?"

Another student imitated Gong Xinyang and shouted loudly, "We also need to watch the barrage."

"There will be a chance later." The male host spoke, picked up the lottery box and introduced the rules to them, "Now decide the order of performance."

The hostess went on to introduce the rules, "I will read out the number for you to choose. For example, No. 1, if a student is willing to perform first, raise your hand. If more than one student raises your hand, use rock-paper-scissors to decide who gets the number."

The male host continued, "Students who have not obtained a number come to me to draw lots."

"Please note that I read the numbers out of order. The performance sequence will not be displayed in real time. Please cherish the opportunity to raise your hand to get the number."

This time there were more small complaints in the discussion.

"What do you mean?"

"Oops, I have a bad memory."

"Me too. How to draw a lot is like a math problem."

Qiao Ningyun looked ahead in a daze, frowning slightly.

Mu Jing noticed that Qiao Ningyun lowered his head, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Ningyun pursed her lips, "Zhou Yihai used that perfume again."

Mu Jing was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Zhou Yihai, who was three rows behind and almost diagonally opposite them, "You can smell it so far away."

"The air conditioner will blow over."

"Hold up, wait to get the number in front."

"En." Qiao Ningyun nodded, and heard the desired number after a moment of concentration.

The hostess said: "No. 4, do any students want it?"

Qiao Ningyun raised his hand decisively, and Mu Jing yelled, "Here."

The hostess looked over and smiled, "Wow, there are two students who both like No. 4. Please come up."

Qiao Ningyun was stunned and had no choice but to fight with others.

He produced paper, others produced scissors, and lost.

Qiao Ningyun sighed softly, went to the lottery box and grabbed a note, "42."

The hostess invited them back to the waiting seats, and then said, "No. 43, is anyone there?"

Zhou Yihai raised his hand, Mu Jing frowned and raised his hand too.

Qiao Ningyun looked over and found that Zhou Yihai's crooked smile was particularly treacherous.He was completely sure that the perfume was intentional, rubbed the center of his brows, and felt the disgusting smell nearby become stronger after being in a trance for a while.

Zhou Yihai sat down next to him, leaned closer and said, "I won, and I will sit next to you for a long time."

Qiao Ningyun wanted to frown, but he managed to hold back when he noticed a photographer walking by.

The cameraman did aim them.Zhou Yihai came to the front with a lot of energy, Qiao Ningyun was exhausted and didn't have the heart to steal the scene, so he rubbed the center of his eyebrows to relieve the nausea.

The photographer fixed the camera on Qiao Ningyun's face, and at the same time turned on the headset and whispered, "Mr. Gu, something seems wrong."