[Idol trainee] please pick me up

Park Yuzhen returned to the filming base after the 24-hour observation time. After re-recording two small tidbits of fan letters and home phone calls, he can go back to the dormitory to rest and wait for the announcement of the ranking the next night.

Fortunately, the staff responsible for helping him record today is the Chinese student he met on the first day at the shooting base.

The cinematographer and gaffer even chatted wildly for a while while they were making final adjustments.Of course, it was basically the girls who were asking him curiously.The strangeness of the question seems to be that all the trainees are alien creatures.

Pu Yuzhen has always liked honest and innocent girls, the same in past and present lives.

So after hesitating again and again, Pu Yuzhen still asked her name.

"My Korean name is Song Hana." Of course Song Hana was a little excited to be asked her name by the boy she picked.However, Pu Yuzhen was slightly stunned when he heard the name.

Her name is the same as the heroine in a game called "Overwatch" that I played in my previous life.And from the point of view of clothing, they all like pink the same.They also like to laugh and are a little chatty.

Pu Yuzhen felt that he liked her a little bit, and he even wanted to introduce this girl with a special name to Qin Zimo, who was also a gaming geek.

However, this is after all, and it is time for him to record it now.

"Hey?"

The beeping waiting tone lasted for a long time, and when Pu Yuzhen almost gave up, the phone was finally picked up.

There were two sounds of something falling to the ground from the other end of the phone. It should be that the younger sister of the Pu family took off her leather shoes in the hallway just after entering the house.

However, Pu Yuzhen, who was already feeling sad, almost pressed the hang up button after the phone was picked up at home.

"Brother, do you want the signatures of the seniors?" Unfortunately, it was my younger sister who answered the phone, so the focus of the chat from the first sentence shifted subtly.

"As long as I go to Senior Daniel and Senior Zhisheng, I haven't met other seniors."

"What about Lay and Guoguo?" The younger sister looked forward to it.

"Ah Yigu, I haven't called for three weeks anyway, so you should ask me about my situation."

"Hey, anyway, I knew that my brother would be eliminated in the first round, so I told my mother to make a big meal and wait for you to go home. Do you want to eat dried dates from Gyeongsangbuk-do?"

"Are you sure we are biological brother and sister Yanxi?" Pu Yuzhen supported his forehead, and then added, "If you want to eat, you want to eat Gangwon beef. I know you saved a lot of money by working."

"Ah...then since the bloodletting is going on, you have to show some sincerity in exchange. Be sure to collect everyone's signatures. It would be great if you can get special signatures. I want Cai Xukun, Zhu Zhengting, Han Mubo, Qin Fen, and Zhu Xingjie. Justin and..."

"Okay, I'll pester them from tonight to let them write papers for you, okay? Did you vote for me after talking so much?"

"I have more walls..."

"So you didn't vote for me for the eleven votes every day?!"

The younger sister of the Pu family tried to argue: "Anyway, there is only one vote for you..."

"Goodbye, Park Yanxi, our family and friendship are over." Pu Yuzhen hung up the phone resolutely amidst her sister's screams.

The brother-sister relationship ended in shattering, while Song Hana and the cameraman on one side were already shaking from laughing.

Pu Yuzhen explained embarrassingly: "My sister has such a personality, but we usually have a good relationship."

In a sense, the relationship is really good.Song Hana nodded repeatedly.

As a trainee who has already decided with his sister what to eat when they go home before the ranking is announced, Park Yuzhen has no expectations for the fan letters below.

If he doesn't even feed his own sister, who else would feed him.

Trainee Pu Yuzhen's head was full of sadness, and it was almost like a river against the current.

His grief didn't last long, however.

When he saw the staff move a transparent box full of fan letters to the table, he was still exaggeratedly shocked.

"Is this all for me?" He blinked frantically in fright.

"Hey, just read one of them. You have to read two in total. It's easier to edit." Song Hana, who has learned about his funny core from the previous session, replied with a smile.

"Ah..." Pu Yuzhen was about to reach out for it, but suddenly turned around and asked again, "Then the contents of the two letters I took out are the same?"

"These are all delivered to the program group by the producers who support you. If there are repetitions, it is because the producers themselves are afraid that they have not been delivered more than once. We will not open or falsify the letters." I didn't expect that a trainee would suddenly ask such a question, but it was a bit bitter, so I had to answer it seriously.

He closed his eyes and took out a letter, which was so thick that he had difficulty pulling his hand out of the box.

However, when the envelope was opened, everyone present gasped.

Inside the letter paper was a whole stack of brand-new [-] denomination banknotes, visually estimated to be around [-] to [-].

Pu Yuzhen was dumbfounded, feeling like a tipped female anchor.

However, the point at this time is not to count money, but to read the letter.

He took out the letter paper, and the letter was brand new like the banknotes, printed on thick, high-grade letter paper, and smelled like printed matter.The main body of the letter is very short, with a large blank space after each regular square word, and only the elegant and free handwritten signature on the signature.

"Yuzhen, mom thinks you are too thin, and the private clothes you wear are also tattered. If you are not in good health, eat more...you are in good health."

After reading the letter, Pu Yuzhen sat on the chair in a daze.

The film crew was also very excited. After all, it is not common for slum trainees to be sent living expenses by their mother fans.

"Is there anything you want to tell this producer?"

"Ah, that, thank you 'Mom', thank you for your expense," Park Yuzhen's cheeks were stained with a light pink, he endured a sense of shame and continued under the expectant expression of the staff: "Please pay more attention to rest, I wish you success in your work and life.”

"Hurry up and get the next one." Song Hana urged him with bright eyes, and almost grabbed his hand and stuffed it into the box.

The second letter was not too long, but unexpectedly he couldn't read it any longer, he repeatedly covered his face and raised his forehead, his lowered head and ears were all red.

"Can I not read it?" Pu Yuzhen buried his face behind the letter paper.

"What's the matter?" Song Hana probed curiously, "It's not possible, don't be foolish."

At this time, it doesn't matter whether you are hard-headed or soft-headed.

"I heard that you use Chinese for private communication with other trainees, so Chinese must be very good. If you read my letter, can you read this Chinese sentence for me?"

After reading, he looked up at the camera helplessly, pointed with his index finger, and shook his head, as if he felt that the joke was a bit too much, but he could only face life with a smile.

What can I do? I don't want to pamper you.

So he faced the camera and silently made a few mouth shapes.

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Pu Yuzhen, who finished the supplementary recording, covered his face and walked back to the dormitory.

Saying that kind of thing in front of the camera is really embarrassing, I hope it will be cut out.

I thought that when he returned to the dormitory, he would welcome everyone's welcome party, but it turned out that there was indeed a party, but the protagonist was not him.

"Please give me that sweet taste IceCreamCake!"

"A taste that matches today's special day!"

Justin and Fan Chengcheng used the upper bunk as a trampoline, singing and dancing on it, imitating the movements of their brothers, like two older children.

Pu Yuzhen hasn't done this kind of thing since she was in primary school.He felt that the quilt of his lower bunk must be covered with dirt from the jump from the upper bunk.

He looked at the other people in the dormitory while being dumbfounded—he didn't remember booking such a special welcome ceremony.

Qin Zimo at the table was wearing headphones and pretended not to hear anything, but unconsciously swaying left and right with the singing of his younger brothers like solar flowers on a car.

Zhou Rui on the lower berth was flipping through the newspaper while drinking tea in a detached manner with nothing else in mind, and he was comfortable with his feet up like an old man.

And He Dongdong and Huang Shuhao are even more powerful, they have already stood on the ground and jumped up with them.

"My blood, sweat and tears, my last dance, take it all away." The two sang, and lifted up their pajamas in a greasy intoxicated state, while He Dongdong and Huang Shuhao cooperated with each other and let out the same greasy fan girl style Call.

For a while, the dormitory group of demons danced wildly, and the sound of all kinds of chickens and dogs dancing demons filled the ears.

The scene was out of control, Fan Chengcheng and Justin were like two suddenly excited patients who led away from a dormitory.

Pu Yuzhen knew very well that these two skinny boys could not be punished by himself.

So he opened the door of the dormitory, and shouted at the diagonally opposite Class A dormitory, "Zhu Zhengting! You don't care about your brother!"

The author has something to say:

The producers seem to think that my writing is abusive...in fact, I don't (cover my face)

pretending to write candy

In fact, if everyone ignores me, my mood becomes melancholy, and then I fail to manage my expression and become a chicken brother, I will involuntarily write about glass slag... I have never seen such a blx writer like myself2333

Everyone, cheers on the first day of the working day x