[Idol trainee] please pick me up

This is ten hours before submission.

The door of the Class A dormitory was knocked open.

"Justin?" Pu Yuzhen probed his head, and the latter pulled off his earphones and squinted his eyes on the bed, turning his head in his direction.

It looks like a leopard cat resting comfortably on a tree after preying.

So Pu Yuzhen scratched his chin smoothly - then he was bitten hard.

"What are you doing?" Justin looked at the red teeth marks on the back of Pu Yuzhen's hands, and put his head back into the soft pillow with satisfaction.

"Can you help me correct this rap... It seems that there are a lot of problems." Standing under the bed, Pu Yuzhen seemed to feel that his actions just now were a bit rude, so his face was blushed again, and he touched it in embarrassment. Touch your nose.

"You let Cheng... Brother Chengcheng teach you, isn't he the only rapper in your group." Justin propped his chin, glanced at the camera on the bed and changed his words skillfully.

"Ah, I don't want to bother him for various reasons... Are you free? Can I trouble you?"

Justin hated his mannerisms the most.

"No time." So she rolled her eyes at him, turned over and pulled the quilt to bury herself.

"... Oh, then I'll go find Brother Jie." Pu Yuzhen resentfully withdrew his hand and was about to leave.

But Justin lifted the quilt and sat up, and grabbed the lyrics paper from his hand.

"What are you losing your temper again...Give it back to me, there's not much time left." Pu Yuzhen sighed, he was used to Justin and Fan Chengcheng's capriciousness and nonsense from time to time.

"I've changed my mind." Justin smiled and jumped off the bed.

Pu Yuzhen subconsciously stretched out his hands to catch him, but the boy had already landed firmly on the ground, as light and nimble as a cat.

However, with just one glance, Justin completely denied Pu Yuzhen's lyrics. He raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at Pu Yuzhen: "You haven't heard much about rap before, have you?"

"Basically never heard of it." He honestly admitted.

Because of his aging aesthetics, he came to Heipao culture, which he could not appreciate.

So Justin looked at the magical creature: "So you dare to choose comfortable?!"

"There's nothing you can do. If you want to become an idol, you have to learn to do things that you're not good at." Pu Yuzhen gave him a stupid toothy smile.

"Let's go, find an empty practice room." Justin was speechless, pulled his down jacket on and headed out.

Teacher Justin's teaching did not last long, thanks to Park Yuzhen's excellent comprehension ability and the 3-minute enthusiasm of the teenager.

What verses, what interlude, what sixteenbars, in such an urgent situation, there is no way to crash.

However, rap as an idol does not have to be based on the rap created by rappers.

As a vocal, the greater advantage is to make good use of the beat to catch the producer's ears, and the rap part is just a bonus item for color enhancement.

As long as it rhymes and the flow is comfortable, it is not easy for beginners who are creating for the first time.

Justin didn't expect Park Yuzhen to create any excellent lyrics in one day.

But Pu Yuzhen obviously didn't intend to give up just like that.

He just sat at the table and kept doodling, while Justin next to him entered a period of fatigue and sleepiness after being full of energy, and then lay down on the table next to him, touching left and right.

Sure enough, he is still not good at dealing with cats.

I can't sink my heart into writing lyrics, and I can't ignore this temporary master invited by me.

Although this master now looks less than three years old in IQ.

But ten minutes ago, he was considered a reliable master.

As a result, Park Yuzhen, whose patience with noisy big pets was on the verge of limit, had to lend him his ipod after persuading the rebellious Justin to go back to sleep to no avail.

So he got a few minutes of silence.

Hehe, it's only been a few minutes.

"What's that sound?" Justin rubbed against his arm, wrapping his entire arm in softness and warmth.

Pu Yuzhen took an earphone from him and stuffed it into his ear, and got the answer within a second.

"It's the sound of the snare drum. It's the Bolero."

"What about this one?"

Less than 3 minutes later, the curious cat Justin had a new question, and the breeder Park Yuzhen answered it patiently.

"Shokostakovich's Jazz Suite No. [-]."

"It feels very capitalist. What about this one? What kind of suite is it?"

"Justin, can you listen to the song with peace of mind and let me write the lyrics for a while?" Complaining like this, Park Yuzhen still took the earphones, "It's the theme song of "Four Pots and a Half Myth". Rosy Campus Life."

"What do you mean?"

Pu Yuzhen had no choice but to drop the lyrics and tell him the story - four and a half stacks are the size of four and a half tatami mats, and the protagonist began to blame his failed college life because he didn't get the "rose-colored campus life" he yearned for. I added the wrong club at the beginning of the university, and began to imagine what would happen if I chose a different club before, but without exception, I reaped a tragic ending.

So he thought, if he is destined to reap tragedy no matter which direction he goes, he might as well do nothing.

So the protagonist trapped himself in the four-and-a-half-fold dormitory and could not escape, living in oppressive, colorful, and countless four-and-a-half-square-inch worlds all day long.

But the story is a story after all, and the protagonist finally realized in the overlapping space: "rose-colored campus life" itself does not exist, because life is not rose-colored, but full of various colors.

And life with all kinds of colors seems to be good.

So he walked out of the four-and-a-half-fold space that he couldn't get out of anyway, and gained friendship and love.

The story is over, as always, it is a heart-warming ending.

Pu Yuzhen smiled, like a white-bearded Taoist who practiced Zen and enlightened Taoism.

"Why do you always listen to this kind of unclear and meaningless things, and the lyrics you write are the same-is that all you think about all day long?" Relaxed, but seemed to be inexplicably irritable instead.

"Do you have to lose your temper?" Pu Yuzhen, who had just been aroused, looked at him helplessly and sighed.

"What about you? Do you have to put yourself in a superior position and preach to me?" Justin sneered, crossing his chest.

Pu Yuzhen has long been used to his being indifferent, but Justin doesn't like his habit.

It seems that they will make trouble unreasonably as younger brothers by default, so they can unconditionally forgive their nonsense.

From the very beginning, he never put himself in the same position as Justin or Fan Chengcheng.

Compared with Zhu Zhengting, who sometimes acts like a spoiled child to his younger brothers, Park Yuzhen, who may be thirty years older than them, may be a bit too gentle.

It's not like elder brother to younger brother, but like grandfather to grandson.

Like a bottomless pool, or a quiet hot spring.

There is always no disturbance.

Pu Yuzhen, who finally understood the boy's mind, did not know how many times he felt guilty towards Justin——

"I'm sorry." He didn't justify, but directly apologized.

Justin didn't expect that he would apologize so frankly, he had nowhere to vent his anger, so he could only plug the earphones again rudely: "It's boring."

Judging by his appearance, the fire probably disappeared.

Teenagers' moods are always as changeable as the weather.

"Ah, you still listen to Lolita—you?! Pervert!" Justin suddenly pulled off the headphones again, looking at him with an exaggerated expression.

"Music is music, and movies are movies..." Pu Yuzhen couldn't tell from his expression whether he liked the work, "Can you tell that you have also seen it, we are all the same."

"Who is the same as you—" Justin looked disgusted, and then smiled maliciously at him with headphones on, "Then do you approve of puppy love? Don't you have the word 'puppy love' abroad?"

"Where did you hear the gossip... How come there is no such word, whether it is Puppylove or Elamor, no matter what word is used to describe it, if there is a phenomenon, it will definitely have its opponents, just like radicals There must be a Conservative Party." Pu Yuzhen looked at Zhen. Primary School Chicken Jia Fugui with an expression of "more books are not bad".

"Then what do you think? An educated Pu Yuzhen trainee?" Justin was not convinced.

"The human body always matures before the age of 20, but the brain often has to wait until after the age of [-]-so people oppose puppy love, not in love itself, but because they are afraid that young people will act when they are not yet mature. Irresponsible things, and judgments and decisions that make me regret for the rest of my life." Park Yuzhen raised his pen and explained patiently to Justin with a smile.

"Then what if I want to fall in love now?" Justin smirked, his eyes sparkling.

And Pu Yuzhen didn't say the adult lines like "You're only 16 years old", after all, he has seriously reflected on it just now.

"If you fall in love because of the impulse to 'want to fall in love', no matter what age you are, it is not worth advocating," Park Yuzhen thought for a while, resting his chin on one hand, tapping his fingers and knuckles in turn The desktop gave his own suggestion, "Although I have never been in love, I think love should be a different kind of feeling that can continue to burn."

Justin lying on the floor looked at Pu Yuzhen's hands boredly, and listened to the sound coming from the table.

I don't know if it's because he has practiced the piano, but his knuckles are thinner than ordinary people, and the joints are not so obvious.Because the skin color is much fairer than that of ordinary people, the blood vessels under the skin permeate the skin with a slightly unhealthy blue color, and only the fingertips and nails that regularly tap the tabletop have a very light pink.

Justin maintained the expression just now, wondering if he listened.

Well, most likely he took what he said as fart - he was shaking his legs regularly with the next electronic music.

"Justin."

"Why are you calling Dad?" Justin, who was listening to the electronic music, gave an adverse reaction called "the illusion that I can fight back because of the electronic music caused swelling".

"I see you're itchy again, don't you—" Pu Yuzhen slapped the boy twice, but Justin, who was used to being slapped by Zhu Zhengting, was not afraid of him at all, and instead swept away the pile of waste manuscripts on the table with a thump clean.

"Stop laughing when you don't want to laugh."

Pieces of paper filled with Chinese characters fell down, and Pu Yuzhen's expression could not be seen clearly among the falling papers.

Stop laughing when you don't want to laugh, and cry when you want to cry.

Don't let time deprive you of the ability to heal your wounds.

The first priority of a person's life is to make himself happy.

Becomfortable.

This is what he wants to convey in his lyrics.

"I told you that you are annoying, so don't always teach me. Why do you talk so much?" Justin froze for a moment, grumbling with dissatisfaction on his face, "I don't understand what you're talking about and I don't want to hear it." Then, he buried his head in his arms angrily and lay down on the table, "I'm going to sleep."

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault." Pu Yuzhen had no choice but to surrender.

Amidst the rustling of the pen tip across the paper and the humming of the air conditioner, Justin, who had been making a fuss all night, fell asleep on the table with his earphones on, his eyelashes drooping, his whole face under the yellowish light Looks so cute——

It was impossible to imagine that he was a demon king when he was awake.

Pu Yuzhen was taken aback by the sudden extra weight on his legs.

Sure enough, he was still a child.

He smiled and looked at the boy who was sleeping soundly with his mouth slightly open because his arms were numb and he had plunged into the down jacket he was holding on his lap.

Starting from a gleam of light from the lower edge of the window through the sky, the purple glow slowly dyed the entire sky—it was already another morning.

Pu Yuzhen took off his glasses and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, the draft papers on the table and the floor were filled with lyrics.

"Good morning."

He shook his numb legs twice, and rubbed the boy's fluffy head lying on his legs.

The author has something to say:

Your lecturer Mr. Park is online again. OTZ caught Fugui again this time as a lucky trainee and poured chicken soup

I really can't save 233

I did a surprisingly good test today. If nothing unexpected, I should be able to get a score of 90 or more. I am so happy that I will go to review the next subject

Do you want a public performance in the next P... I don’t want the children to leave the stage so early (distressed and crying)

It's also not guaranteed that there will be a change tomorrow.

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And I really didn't save the manuscript, I just edited it directly with JJ, if I was locked one day, I would really die OTZ

So there may also be a problem of incoherence in the context (because I have forgotten the previous text...)

If you find something wrong, please let me know