3 Future teammates

Although he had quit his job at the convenience store, Song Qixian still woke up at five in the morning.

Since he had nothing to do for the time being, Song Qixian got up and ran to have breakfast while looking for a suitable part-time job. He had already checked the trainee's daily work schedule. After 5 pm, there was free time, so he could take advantage of this time to work.

Song Qixian's greatest advantage is his strong ability to take action. He found many job openings in just one morning and secured a job distributing flyers before the morning training.

With a "bang", the dormitory door was kicked open, and Park Yoo-eun, wearing a complete set of red and blue sportswear and holding a football, appeared. She had a bold temperament and her red hair was shining.

Before Song Qixian could react, he saw the boy stop by his bed.

"New here?"

Song Qixian looked up, quickly got up from the bed, and gave a kind smile to the overly handsome boy in front of him.

"Yes, I arrived yesterday. Hello, my name is Song Qixian."

Park Yoo-eun raised an eyebrow and ignored his advances. She went straight to her own end, put down her bag, and changed her clothes as if no one was around.

Song Qixian stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head awkwardly, feeling that his roommate was handsome and had a strong personality.

Soon, Park Yoo-eun left, leaving behind a message "Don't touch my things."

The new roommate was not very friendly. Song Qixian stayed for a few minutes and changed into his only better set of clothes.

Song Qixian was quite nervous when he was taken to the practice room by the president Choi Byung-hee.

The company's only practice room on the fourth floor is not big, about 20 square meters. When Song Qixian entered the front room, there were already four boys of the same age as him.

One with red hair, his roommate. One with blond hair, one with brown hair, and one with black hair.

The blond boy had a baby face, round eyes, and a round face with long legs, like an Arctic hare. He looked young at first glance, and later I learned that his name was Shen Minghe, and he was only 17 years old.

The black-haired Ming Shangyu was handsome, his whole body exuding an air of keeping strangers away. He was tall, and Song Qixian estimated that he was about five centimeters taller than himself.

The last brown-haired man, Zhou Heyu, is a handsome boy with long hair.

The way they all looked at him made Song Qixian sigh in his heart that they were indeed idols, their faces were totally pleasing to the eye.

Song Qixian was observing these senior trainees, and the four of them were also looking at him at the same time.

He's above average height, and his clothes are pretty ordinary. As for his face, he has pretty regular features, just averagely handsome. However, having pretty features isn't exactly popular in the idol industry...

It only took a moment for them to look at each other. Choi Byung-hee just asked everyone to take good care of Song Qixian, patted Song Qixian on the shoulder and left.

The first one to come up and express his friendship was the youngest of the four, Shen Minghe. He asked Song Qixian with a smile: "How long have you been practicing? You must be very impressive to have passed the interview with President Cha."

Song Qixian replied embarrassedly: "Actually, I only practiced for three days."

"Three days!" Shen Minghe raised his voice, and the other three people in the room turned their heads.

"Then you must be exceptional in one area! Is it vocal music? Or dancing?"

Park Yoo-eun nudged Zhou Heyu's shoulder with a playful look in her eyes.

Once again becoming the focus, Song Qixian opened his mouth but could not utter anything because he knew nothing and had never learned dancing or vocal music.

Shen Minghe seemed just curious and urged Song Qixian to tell him what he was good at.

The arrival of the dance teacher saved Song Qixian. He noticed the new trainee, walked up to him and asked softly about his current level.

Faced with endless inquiries, Song Qixian gritted his teeth and told the truth.

"Report to the teacher, I have no foundation."

No foundation? The trainee with the worst dance foundation was Shen Minghe, who had practiced for a year. No one had ever seen anyone without a dance foundation.

Soon, everyone saw how terrifying the new trainees with no basic skills were.

Every movement they performed was like a clockwork puppet, with everything looking weird. The dance teacher had no choice but to let the original four practice first while he taught Song Qixian the basic dance steps.

"I don't know what the president values ​​about him. One good deed a day?"

Park Yoo-eun curled her lips, looking down on this roommate who radiated unsophisticated vibe from head to toe.

"Haha, maybe he's a genius. Isn't there someone who can get into the debut group after just one month of training and become the strongest ace after debuting? What if he is one of them?"

Zhou Heyu raised his beautiful phoenix eyes and interrupted. He was not speaking for Song Qixian, but just liked to contradict Park Youen.

Shen Minghe, who was always a beat behind, was secretly imitating his brothers' moves while watching the dance teacher's less-than-smooth progress. He gloated a little: "Hey, from now on I won't be the worst dancer anymore."

As for Ming Shangyu, the eldest brother who didn't say a word from beginning to end, didn't make any comments about Song Qixian, as if he didn't even see this person.

At this moment, Song Qixian had no time to pay attention to the comments of his predecessors. He was busy learning the knowledge taught by his dance teacher. Unfortunately, he really had no talent in dancing. After practicing for one class, he made almost no progress.

The morning passed quickly, Song Qixian oblivious to the passage of time and the subtle "isolation" he felt from his seniors. He immersed himself in practicing the basic movements. If a movement didn't work after ten attempts, he would practice it a hundred, a thousand times; there would always be improvement.

The four people, led by Ming Shangyu, picked up a dance music and practiced for more than two hours. They were so tired that they lay on the ground, but they saw Song Qixian still practicing.

Does he have a nerve that doesn't tire? Why is his stamina so good?

The top student who stopped to rest couldn't stand the poor student who was always working hard, so Zhou Heyu called out to Song Qixian: "Hey, you jumped wrong, the force point is wrong, the jump is not very pretty."

His intention was to make Song Qixian stop, but he didn't expect that Song Qixian didn't hear him at all and was still jumping.

"Puchi" Park Yoo Eun laughed out loud without mercy. Zhou Heyu's pretty face turned dark and he walked up and patted Song Qixian on the back.

Being interrupted, Song Qixian reflexively stepped back and almost fell.

Zhou Heyu gave him a little support, and then stopped awkwardly after seeing that he had stabilized himself.

"I said, you just jumped wrong."

Zhou Heyu was the only one of the four who had practiced for five years, and he had been dancing since childhood. He knew at a glance that Song Qixian was applying force incorrectly. If he continued practicing like this, he might strain his lumbar muscles.

After getting over his initial caution, Song Qixian felt the kindness of this handsome boy, so he bravely took the first step.

"Excuse me, senior, how do I do this move? Can you teach me?"

Being treated so politely by a child his own age made Zhou Heyu feel uncomfortable. Having lived in China for a while before, he wasn't impressed by the Korean culture of seniority and seniority. He had never paid attention to these formalities when he and Park Youen, who was a year younger than him, played around and joked around.

So he said, "Don't call me senior, just call me by my name. My name is Zhou Heyu."

Song Qixian readily agreed: "Okay, Brother Heyu."

Song Qixian was 18 years old and Zhou Heyu was 21 years old, so it was appropriate for him to call him brother.

Zhou Heyu didn't care about anything anymore and began to guide his movements.

Seeing Zhou Heyu helping that little bumpkin, Park Youen was not happy, "He's really scheming."

Shin Myung Hyuk may look cute, but he's actually not a naive person. He noticed Park Yoo Eun's attitude towards Song Ki Hyun and asked curiously, "Yoo Eun, did he offend you in some way? Why do you seem to have some deep hatred for him?"

He deliberately emphasized his tone, and as expected, Park Yoo Eun got furious and shouted, "I just don't like it, do I need a reason?"

Song Qixian's ears moved. He heard what Park Youen said, but his expression did not change at all.

His eyes were like a deep lake, always giving people a lifeless feeling when he was not smiling. But when he smiled, it was like the long-lost sunshine sprinkled on the calm lake, sincere and moving.

At this time, he smiled gratefully and said to Zhou Heyu: "Brother Heyu, thank you. I don't know how to thank you. If it weren't for you, I don't know how I could learn so quickly. Can we have lunch together at noon? I have some questions for you... but it's okay if you're not free. Anyway, thank you, Brother Heyu."

Zhou Heyu's lips curled up slightly. No one disliked such sincere praise, especially since such sincere words were rarely heard from their peers. So, he didn't reject Song Qixian's deliberate approach and immediately agreed to lunch together.

But he forgot that usually four people ate together, and now there was one more person, and someone was unhappy.

Park Yoo Eun pulled Zhou Heyu's hand aside and said, "Are you okay? Why did you let him come with us?"

Zhou Heyu patted Park Youen's hand, crossed his arms, and said, "He's not a bad person. Can't I take care of him? And you, what you said just now was too much. He didn't provoke you. Isn't it because he lives in the same dormitory with you? Aren't you childish and imitating a child's behavior?"

Park Yoo-eun couldn't refute it, so he had to sulk alone, but he found that no one was trying to comfort him, so he became even angrier.

He couldn't explain why he didn't like Song Qixian. His first reaction was that this person was not as simple as he seemed.

Among the four, Park Yoo-eun had an inexplicable hostility towards Song Qixian, while the other three had no ill feelings towards him. Even Ming Shangyu, the coldest of the three, said thank you after he helped buy him an iced Americano.

Song Qixian was very satisfied with the progress. Although the four seniors had different attitudes, none of them were bad people. No one deliberately made things difficult for him. The new acquaintance He Yu also helped him guide the dance.

There was vocal class in the afternoon. This time, Song Qixian's performance was not so bad. At least the vocal teacher praised him for his good voice and strong pitch.

Song Qixian also witnessed the strength of these seniors. Ming Shangyu's vocals were the best, and he sang a love song with a lingering and touching voice. When switching to boy band dance music, he could transform his style in a second.

Park Yoo-eun and Zhou Heyu are of similar strength, and Shin Myung-hyuk has the weakest overall ability among them.

Soon, the first day of trainee life ended. After 6 pm, it was free time. You could choose to continue practicing or go out and play. In short, it all depends on your self-discipline. As for the teacher checking the homework the next day, that was another matter.

Song Qixian's current relationship with the four of them is not enough to allow them to go out and play together, and besides, he has important things to do.

He's going to hand out flyers.

After a day of classes, Song Qixian is still full of energy as he stands handing out flyers on the streets of Seoul. This explains his excellent endurance. Years of working part-time have made him accustomed to being exhausted from morning till night, and he doesn't even need an iced Americano to feel energetic.

On the other side of the street, Ming Shangyu's friend asked him what he was looking at. Ming Shangyu shook his head and said it was nothing, but in his heart he felt a slight aversion to Song Qixian.

A trainee who knows nothing is not staying in the practice room but is handing out flyers outside. Should we say he is working hard or that he simply doesn't take the idol career seriously?

From time to time, beautifully dressed girls would look at Ming Shangyu. His friend would ask him with a smile, "I'm so jealous. Every time I go out with you, you're the only focus. You're worthy of being the most popular idol, Ming Shangyu. Shangyu, when are you going to debut?"

Ming Shangyu recalled what President Che had said to him a week ago and said, "It will be soon."

Their group will start warming up in three months and officially debut in six months.

【Author’s words】

Qixian has a more upright appearance, which is different from the style of his teammates, who all have traditional idol looks.

And now Qixian baby is still in the puppy stage, without any packaging, when he finds his style in the future, he will be so handsome that people will jump out of their seats. [Cai Gou]