[Idol trainee] please pick me up

When should the story begin?

Let’s start with a ride on the subway.

That day he was going from school to the concert hall near Shangyin, and there was a rehearsal for their performance in the morning.

I didn't sleep well last night, but I still have to get up early to catch the subway, which is another heavy burden on my long-term tired body.

Just take Line [-], take the bus from Shuicheng Road, pass Yili Road, Songyuan Road, Hongqiao Road, Jiaotong University, and then arrive at——

"Next stop, Shaanxi South Road."

He woke up from the haze of half-awake and half-sleep in an instant, and hurriedly got out of the car the moment the door opened.

A tall, thin boy with a musical instrument bag was standing on the opposite side of the platform. He should have just got off at the subway station in the opposite direction to him.He was burying his head in stuffing the half-read library into the pocket of his uniform pants, but he was frustrated because the pocket was smaller than he actually imagined, so he had to give up and hold it with his hands.

Before the morning rush hour, there were very few pedestrians in the subway.

This was a daily rubbing shoulders with countless passers-by in the world, but it seemed unusual.

Almost at the same time as he saw this person, his heart felt sour and excited uncontrollably.

The overly strong emotion came too suddenly, making him dizzy.

When the nose was sour, tears suddenly flowed down.

He was stunned, weeping, and finally restrained his urge to rush to hug him.

It seems that he is already very familiar with this person, and he can remember even when he is ashamed.

He thought of yesterday's dream.

Yes, it is a dream.

It was as if I had spent my whole life with a person in a dream, and that person seemed to be a teenager who looked like he was still in middle school, even though the other person was wearing a mask, only a pair of peach blossom eyes with very fine eyelashes were showing.

Compared with the dream that was too clear and real, it seemed like a memory. He could feel his own happiness in the dream and the joy and anger that served as a happy adjustment.

This life was so long that he almost took it seriously.

But when I woke up, there was only my mobile phone beeping non-stop, the swaying sunlight passing through the bare branches, and the early morning surrounded by sparrows taunting me outside the window.

So he thought that he was just getting old. Although it was a bit shy to say it, young people who are full of vigor are bound to be full of love—although they fantasized more far-reaching, and even the object was a man he didn't know.

But now, the very familiar figure in the dream is walking in front of me, holding a copy of William Faulkner's "The Sound and the Restlessness" in his hand.

The navy blue school uniform worn by the boy didn't fit very well, and the material and shape were also very poor, but people with tall legs and long legs looked good in sacks - he recognized that this suit belonged to the International Department of Fudan High School.

Because this school is also along the subway line [-], from time to time I can meet teenagers wearing such uniforms.

The boy walked around unconsciously with his earphones plugged in, as if he didn't realize his mood swings at all.

The distance between them is less than an arm's length, and they can be touched by reaching out.

but--

In reality, they are just strangers.

He withdrew the hand he had unconsciously extended.

But a dream, who would be stupid enough to take it seriously.

Maybe he had met or heard this person playing by chance once, so he remembered it and had such a shameful dream.

Like a stupid little animal, he walked behind the young man for a long time before he suddenly realized that he still had work to do.

But it was a coincidence that the boy was going to the same place as him, and even walked into the same backstage.

"It's so early, Yu Zhen!" With a sudden lunge, the young man was staggered, and almost knocked down Zhu Zhengting behind him.

He couldn't dodge, because the girl's name was exactly the same as that of the person in his dream.

The boy hurriedly turned around, and hurriedly grabbed his hand before he fell backwards—the fingers were slender and strong, and the palm was dry and warm, as always.

"Sorry, I didn't hurt you." She looked at him apologetically.

And when he looked at the beautiful young girl in front of him, he was in a daze again.

When was this person surrounded by other people?

Obviously because he was afraid of thinking too much, he never got too close to anyone, especially the opposite sex.Even when he was not allowed to make some intimate poses in front of the camera, he deliberately left a little gap for nothing, and was frequently ridiculed for this.

How could such a person get so close to a sunny and lovely girl.

Sure enough, it's a lie.

"senior?"

However, seeing that he was still in a daze without speaking and just staring at the two of them, the young man let go of his hand without leaving any traces, just like he did with every "other person" he accidentally touched, and paid for his passing just now. Moment apologies.

He figured it out the moment the boy let go.

All this in my mind is not a memory, but a dream. This person doesn't know him at all, and they have never met in reality.

It's just that the dream was so real that he confused reality with the dream.

He hastily agreed, and fled away like a mess.

I need some time to calm myself down, and I need to completely forget about yesterday's strange dream.

"That's the senior who was in the show. She's really beautiful with makeup on. She looks much better than me... Speaking of which, since the senior has arrived, we should have nothing to do with us later. After all, we are just a foil today."

But he heard the girl behind him babbled in Korean as if she thought he must not understand.

People from the band came one after another, and most of the band was international students. For a while, in the small space, I could hear boys and girls who were a few years younger than me communicating in languages ​​​​of different nationalities.

And the young man he was paying attention to was busy with the matter in hand, and at the same time had to distract himself from time to time to respond to the girl, so the girl spoke more vigorously—is it true that the black pipe has been chattering since ancient times?

"Just do your job well."

He finally stopped talking just in time before the girl behind him was about to start complaining, and turned around and smiled at her.

"Speaking of which, Yu Zhen returned to China to apply for a trainee to become an idol and make his debut. You don't look bad!" The talkative girl was successfully captured by his smile, and she quickly completed the change of thinking.

It is just that for some people, the facial features are not exquisite, but they are combined together to make people feel comfortable and attractive.

He hasn't gotten tired of watching it for so many years, just like that person can't get tired of watching him.

"I can't be an idol." The boy was a little shy when she said it, his eyes dodged.

He watched this scene with complicated emotions and didn't know what expression to make.

Only one night, only one dream, he who has never learned Korean has mastered a language as if he had been installed with a translator or opened up the second channel of Ren Du, which is really amazing.

Why would something tell him it wasn't just a dream every time he tried to suggest to himself that it was just a dream.

Then does the boy in front of him belong to him?

The fingers under the sleeve gradually tightened.

And the young man who still didn't know anything was sitting on the sidelines playing with his musical instrument before anyone came.

A trombone that looks brand new and shiny can even clearly reflect the shadow of a person who has changed shape.The whiteness of the young man's fingers shows a little bit of blue blood vessels under the skin, and the gold complements each other, like gold and jade.

After a while, he clenched his hands into fists, put them to his lips and coughed lightly, his face was flushed, probably because he caught a cold due to the changeable weather.

His eyelashes drooped down in a docile manner, his brows were slightly frowned and he was trying to breathe, as if he was a little distressed because of his stuffy nose.

Kind of cute.

I didn't expect that one day I would look at other people's faces and smile, just like a young boy who just fell in love.

"Is something wrong, senior?"

The boy couldn't tell whether it was embarrassment or trouble, but he finally realized that he was being watched by such eyes.It was still the same frowning look, just a little confused.

Ah, he called me senior.

A title that has never appeared in his mouth.

"It's okay, sorry."

He lowered his eyes and smiled, pretending that he was just in a daze just now.

The ending of the day was also dull.

Each of them went to the stage to rehearse according to the scheduled time under the organization. He didn't know if the teenagers who had performed before him stayed to watch his performance, but when he returned, the originally crowded and noisy backstage was deserted.

Already gone.

They didn't introduce themselves, let alone exchange contact information, and they didn't even say a word of extra words.

Just pretend it's all a dream.

They will only meet again during the official performance, and then there will be no intersection in this life.

After all, this is not the boy in his dream who will participate in the idol audition.

The golden stage is what he can grasp.

However, with such thoughts in mind, they never expected to meet again in the subway station the next day.

"Senior Zhengting?" The young man still remembered him, and he didn't know where he got his name.

His face was buried in the fluffy scarf, also flushing unnaturally.

Breathing hard, he hoped to draw some warmth from the scarf.

"Do you have a cold too?"

Polite Korean teenagers must use honorifics even for seniors who have only met once.

yes.The symptoms of rhinitis are too severe, and he needs to get it cured before the performance. He can't wait for it to get better on its own, so he should go to an ear, nose and throat specialist hospital for a look.

"Is it okay to be alone? I'm going just now, so I'll accompany you." The enthusiastic citizen proposed.

"...I'm sorry to trouble you." He replied sullenly through the mask and scarf.

When people are sick, they will instinctively look for something to rely on, and he is the same.

"Actually, I feel that I have passed on the cold to my senior, so I'm a little sorry." The boy glanced diagonally downward when he said this.

"It's ok."

If you feel guilty, make it up to me more.

It is said that people who hesitate in life will catch a cold. I don't know if it is true or not, but he really, really has a cold.

In fact, Pu Yuzhen went to the same hospital to get contact lenses, but they met again on the same day, at the same subway station.

All the coincidences in life are nothing more than that.

Although he was also sick, the nimble young man quickly went to help him get the appointment registration form, and then accompanied him to find a seat and wait for the system to call his number.

"Don't you want to wear glasses, go quickly."

"I'll go for an optometry later when seniors grab the medicine." The young man insisted.

In fact, it is because if my pupils are dilated after optometry, I will not be able to see clearly. I clearly said that I want to accompany someone to see a doctor, but in the end I am the one who is being taken care of. It is too cunning to do so.

In the end, the caramel-colored pupils became a full circle due to the dilation of the pupils. Park Yuzhen, who was trying to focus on everything, sat next to him like a disabled person, smelling the bitter fragrance of medicine in the Chinese pharmacy, holding his coat and waiting quietly. .

Still speechless, just waiting, noisy around, nothing to do with them.

"Why do you have to accompany me?" Zhu Zhengting rested his chin on the coat and tilted his head, childishly stretched out a finger in front of the boy's eyes to test whether he could see clearly.

Since a person must not be seriously ill when he goes out alone, why should he be so nice to a senior who only met once.

However, although the boy looked in his direction, he couldn't see him clearly, and he didn't know where his eyes were focused.

He opened his mouth to hesitate, but answered honestly.

"Actually, I... admire my seniors, I admire people who can dance." Especially Chinese dance, you said it in your previous life.

"Isn't it admiration?" He deliberately teased, watching the young man look like a helpless big dog with red face and eyes unable to focus, calling himself senior in a panic, coughing and laughing nasally.

Tomorrow is the performance.

After drinking bitter and spicy traditional Chinese medicine, even the heart is bitter.

Resting in the dormitory didn't feel any better, and without knowing it, I walked to the subway station with a stomach full of medicine.

Just sit in that direction until the terminal and return.

If you can see him when you close your eyes and open them, drop all baggage and try.

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes and leaned on the subway seat, half asleep and half awake.

But it was woken up.

Not a train inspector.

The boy's enlarged face appeared in front of him.

"Senior, are you okay?"

The moment the two looked at each other, those eyes were not as quiet as a deep pool, but clear and bottomless.

He was carrying a musical instrument bag on one shoulder, half kneeling and gently shaking his shoulders.

What an idol drama unfolds.

Just thinking about this person is enough to meet him.

But there are too many coincidences, and people believe that it is no longer a coincidence.

Do you want to try to catch the stars in the sky?

Although the age of dreaming has passed, let's try it out.

The author has something to say:

Well, the milk dog Xiaopu you ordered is online

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Everyone can understand that Mr. Park in the episode is equivalent to traveling for the first time. He has never met an MMO scout. At that time, his wish was to visit China.

I will make it clearer when I revise the essay after I am done.

In fact, Justin’s line hasn’t clarified his two time travels through amnesia, but let’s not bother to talk about it, let’s watch it again if you want to.Probably because he thought he was Chinese at first, but actually found out that he was not human at all.

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If we say that the perspective of the main line is to follow Lao Pu, and the sidelines in the front are more God’s perspective, then the main point of view now is to follow Zhengzheng

It is also a new attempt...

You should only write Zhengzheng, if you want to write about a domineering president, you will write Chengcheng, and others have no ideas for the time being.

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Because I lived in Shanghai myself, I am familiar with it, but I can’t remember many details of the history three years ago. Friends who live in Shanghai can remind me of the mistakes and omissions. Is there an appointment to pick up the number)

The Shanghai Opera has two campuses, one is the Huashan Road campus and the other is the Lianhua Road campus. The current dance academy should be on the Lianhua Road campus, so it is on Line [-] just like Fudan High School (Guoquan Road Station)~

Then, in the future, Lao Pu will go to Shangyin to study. Shangyin, the ENT Hospital Affiliated to Fudan University, and the Symphony Hall are all located on Shaanxi South Road and along Line [-], so this story is called Line [-].

There are more common sense and details in this chapter... I am too lazy to mark them one by one

These two people won't be together so soon, they have to be adults. 233 It's been a long time. Lao Pu is only 16 years old, he was in 98. 233