There are only two results of drawing lots, either number 1 or number 2. Tong Juan looked at the number 2 on the paper and sighed. It turned out that he was not destined to be number 1 in this life.

Tong Juan held up the note and looked around, then asked curiously, "Who is number 2?"

"You are number 2?" Pei Siran sighed, "Okay, you are not in the same group again."

When Tong Juan heard this, he immediately lowered his head to look at Pei Siran's note and asked, "Are you 1?"

Pei Siran showed his note to Tong Juan.

Tong Juan looked at the two completely opposite numbers and said helplessly: "I knew that the stinky hand and the golden hand would never draw the same lot."

"Children of No. 1 stand on my left." The director shouted, "Children of No. 2 stand on my right."

The twelve people immediately divided into two teams.

Director: "Now everyone can go to their respective practice rooms. Come on, I look forward to your good news."

Tong Juan is in a group with Pu Hezhou, Wen Yu, Cheng Jishan, Jin Boyu and Chi Nian. Except Cheng Jishan, the others are old partners who have worked with Tong Juan several times.

In fact, it was still a bit awkward. Cheng Jishan and Pei Siran didn't have a good relationship, but everyone knew that Tong Juan and Pei Siran had a good relationship...

Tong Juan still felt awkward, but Cheng Jishan didn't think it was a big deal. After the finals, he had no more interactions with these trainees. After three performances, Cheng Jishan's original purpose of participating in the show had been achieved.

His popularity has returned to its previous level, and some scripts for web dramas have been handed to his agent, who is just waiting for the show to end before joining the crew to start filming. He had no plans to debut, and he had already communicated with the show crew and his fan club. If nothing unexpected happens, this will be the last time he stands on the stage in his life.

The program team asked the mentors to make two songs, one for the fans and one for the trainees. The song number 2 that Tong Juan and his team drew was titled "Artist", which was the one for the trainees.

After the six people squatted on the ground and watched the dance video, they started to divide the parts directly.

"Artist" is very comprehensive, with two vocalists, two dancers, and two rappers each, with Vocal1 being the center.

Pu Hezhou suggested: "Let's choose a captain first. Is there anyone who would like to volunteer?"

All five of them shook their heads.

"Okay, then point at each other and I'll count to three."

“3, 2, 1——”

Five more fingers appeared in front of Tong Juan.

Pu Hezhou applauded: "Congratulations."

Tong Juan hesitated: "I... may not be able to do it."

He knew his personality and knew that he had never been a strong person, so he was not suitable for management work.

"It doesn't matter. We believe in you." Pu Hezhou said, "There is no need for a PK vote this time. It doesn't matter."

"Yeah." As Tong Juan's only fan, Wen Yu patted Tong Juan on the shoulder and encouraged him, "Don't worry, just do it."

Jin Boyu: "This is my last performance, just be happy."

Tong Juan was dumbfounded. Are these the same words spoken by those crazy practitioners?

But it’s not the trainees’ fault for “degenerating”. After more than three months of competition, even the best people can’t stand it. Moreover, they don’t have mobile phones or delicious food here, so it’s good enough if they don’t become perverted. It’s the last stage, so why don’t they let themselves go on stage?

Pu Hezhou was closer to the cabinet, so he stretched out his long arm and took the label. "Put it on."

Tong Juan looked at the L sign and nodded.

As the newly appointed team leader, Tong Juan asked happily, "Who wants to be the center?"

"For the last performance, we can do this. Is there anyone who hasn't been the center?" Pu Hezhou said, "If I remember correctly, Boyu has never been the center, right?"

Jin Boyu nodded.

"All five of us have been center, so let Boyu do it this time." Pu Hezhou said with a smile, "We can't leave any regrets."

"Okay." Tong Juan nodded immediately, expressing his agreement: "I think Boyu is very suitable. Artist is Boyu."

Jin Boyu felt a little embarrassed by what he said. He lowered his head and smiled, then raised his head to look at the three people who had not yet expressed their opinions.

"I also think Boyu is suitable." Wen Yu said, looking at Chi Nian and Cheng Jishan, "What do you think?"

Chi Nian nodded: "Of course I agree."

Cheng Jishan glanced at Jin Boyu and said, "No problem, the center position is vocal, is Boyu okay?"

"I'm here, of course." Tong Juan puffed out his chest and promised, "I will definitely not make it difficult for my teammates."

Jin Boyu was moved, but he wanted to escape from the practice room the next day.

Although I have experienced Tong Juan's devilish training before, this time after Tong Juan made such a boast, the training level became even more devilish, and there was a vague tendency towards abnormality.

I don’t know where Tong Juan learned these little tricks. They look incredible, but they really help his singing.

There is only one week to prepare for the finals stage. During this week, the trainees have changed their work from 8 am to 8 pm to 7 am to 10 pm. Although they are tired, they are all holding back their excitement and are happy no matter how tired they are.

Nearly four months of hard work can finally come to an end. No matter what the result is, I can finally take a break. As for the future, we will talk about it in the future.

Pei Siran's painting style is much more unique compared to others.

"Juanjuan, after our debut, let's share a room."

"Juanjuan, after our debut, we will tell the company to promote our CP. How about that?"

"Juanjuan, after your debut, let's release an album. How about I compose the music and you write the lyrics?"

"Tired..."

Tong Juan's ears are getting calluses from all the work.

"Are you done yet?" Tong Juan wanted to punch Pei Siran, "How can you be sure that both of us can debut?"

"Juanjuan." Pei Siran's big hand directly covered Tong Juan's small fist, and his tone was somewhat annoying: "You have to have confidence in us. If the two of us don't debut, how can others debut?"

Tong Juan: “…”

Although I know Pei Siran is telling the truth, he still deserves a beating.

Tong Juan and Pei Siran have always firmly occupied the top two positions on the list, and they have the most people coming to watch their performances at every event. Although Tong Juan has always been slightly better than Pei Siran, no one will deny Pei Siran's strength.

After all, Tong Juan’s husband has too many fans, and this group of people can spend a lot of money, leaving no room for others to survive.

If neither of them can debut, the production crew will really be taken away for investigation.

"Just tell me these things." Tong Juan glared at Pei Siran, "Don't tell anyone else, do you hear me?"

"I know. I'm not stupid." Feeling the concern in Tong Juan's words, Pei Siran smiled foolishly.

He went abroad when he was a teenager, and he was very familiar with these social practices. If his parents had told him about these things, he would have been annoyed. But he was happy that Tong Juan cared about him.

"Junjuan, you are so nice. What would I do without you?"

Tong Juan seemed to see Pei Siran's tail shaking behind him.

It must be because I was too tired from practicing that I had hallucinations.

Seven days passed in a flash, and in the blink of an eye it was the day of the finals.

The trainees got up early in the morning, not to do their styling but to pack their luggage.

Tong Juan took out all the things he wanted to take away from inside and outside the house and put them on the bed, staring at them and thinking.

It seems like... a lot more than when he came.

It's really strange. He obviously ate all the snacks, so there should be a lot of extra space, but it seems like there is still not enough space.

Tong Juan sat on the edge of the bed, his back looking weak, pitiful and helpless.

Pei Siran had just finished blowing his hair and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Why do I have so many extra things?" A few minutes passed, and Tong Juan still felt puzzled: "There are more than when I came here."

Pei Siran sat down on Tong Juan's bed and said as he picked them up: "It's very simple, these were all left behind by others."

"This fan was left behind when Shi Xihang came to the dormitory to look for you."

"And this lip balm, it was given to you by Chu Fangan, right?"

"This Patrick doll must belong to Wen Yu."

"The lozenges Pu Hezhou gave you."

"And this..."

"Alright, alright." Tong Juan's face flushed, he threw himself on the things and held Pei Siran's hands, preventing him from turning them over, and questioned, "Why did you touch my things without my consent?"

Pei Siran: "Is this yours?"

Tong Juan: “…”

He's going to bite.

"This, this is not my fault." Tong Juan said with a red face, "They sent it to me on their own initiative. I wanted to return it, but I couldn't find it later, so I forgot to return it."

Pei Siran choked: "Why don't you throw yourself away too?"

Tong Juan bared his teeth, pretending to bite Pei Siran.

Pei Siran looked at it, lifted up his collar, and put his neck to Tong Juan's mouth: "Bite here, bite more."

Tong Juan looked at the fair neck so close to him, and was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted. He slapped it and said, "You hooligan!"

"I'm just being a hooligan to you alone." Pei Siran said shamelessly.

"Get up, and don't stop me from packing."

Tong Juan pushed Pei Siran, climbed up from the bed, opened the suitcase and said as he packed his things, "I'll return all the unused ones to them later. I can't return the lipstick, so I'll keep it for myself."

"I forgot where these came from, but you remember them better than I do."

Pei Siran groaned and said, "I remember a lot of things clearly, unlike you. No matter how good others are to you, you forget them as soon as you turn around."

"That's someone else." Tong Juan stroked the big dog's fur, "I remember all the kindness you've shown me."

Pei Siran was stunned for a moment, then he snorted, his mouth almost raised to the sky, and he pretended nothing happened: "You still have some conscience."

"Yeah, yeah, I don't have a conscience like you." Tong Juan nodded perfunctorily, "Excuse me, my friend who has a conscience and a good memory, please pack your luggage quickly. I still have to put on makeup later, and if I dawdle any longer I won't be able to have breakfast."

Pei Siran was just a little flattered by Tong Juan's praise, but then he heard Tong Juan's real purpose and his face fell again: "You only know how to eat!"

The author has something to say: Tong Juan: Are you 1?

Pei Siran: What else???