Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Don't talk when you eat or sleep

After the two of them finished their dishes, the trainees sitting together over there started to greet them.

"Sister Ling, here! Here!"

Lu Yao looked over and saw a large round table with six trainees sitting at it, and at another table were the assistants he had met before.

Ding Ling took Lu Yao over and said, "You guys sit together, I won't sit with you." Ding Ling pointed at Lu Yao and then pointed to another table.

Then she stretched out her hand, trying to push Lu Yao to the empty seat at the trainees' table, but Lu Yao took a step forward and she pushed into empty space.

When I looked again, Lu Yao had already sat in the empty seat.

She took her hand back and said, "Remember to bring Lu Yao along to the group dance class at 7 o'clock in the evening."

"Okay." Bai You was the first to respond.

Ding Ling sat at another table.

Sitting at the trainee table were Bai You, Qiu Yuge, Cong An, Wang Mingzhi, Luo Wenbo, and Cang Zizhen.

Facing Lu Yao's arrival, they had different reactions. Except for Bai You and Cong'an, some of the others looked at him silently, while others didn't even raise their heads, not caring at all.

The empty seat happened to be right next to Cong'an. As soon as Lu Yao sat down, Cong'an bit his chopsticks and said, "Where did you go this afternoon?"

Ding Ling had been looking for people in different practice rooms before, and happened to find Cong'an.

"Reading in the conference room." Lu Yao picked up a piece of potato and put it in his mouth. The soft potato melted in his mouth and was delicious.

Cong An was curious: "What book are you reading?"

Lu Yao always answered questions: "Mathematics in the first year of high school."

"Ah?" Cong An's hand froze as he picked up the food, and he said dryly, "Are you kidding?"

How can anyone read books and textbooks?

Sixteen-year-old Cong'an is in his first year of high school and will take his final exams next week.

After one year of school, he has deeply felt the pain of high school study.

It's so painful, why would anyone read high school books on their own?

Still mathematics!

"Is it true?" Lu Yao's answer made Wang Mingzhi unable to sit still. He stopped observing silently and couldn't help but speak.

Lu Yao put down his chopsticks and said, "Don't talk while eating or sleeping, please don't talk to me."

Cong An: “….”

Wang Mingzhi: “…6.”

After Lu Yao said this, no one at the table spoke anymore, but everyone silently quickened their eating pace.

"I'm leaving after I'm done eating." Cang Zizhen was the first to finish the battle and left with his plate in the gaze of everyone.

Wang Mingzhi and Luo Wenbo followed closely behind and left together.

Qiu Yuge also finished eating, but he was waiting for Bai You.

Cong'an is still struggling with Qingcai.

Wang Mingzhi and Luo Wenbo, who had left, caught up with Cang Zizhen. After making sure no one was around, Wang Mingzhi was the first to speak: "Is that new guy mentally ill? He's just trying to show off."

Luo Wenbai kept nodding his head, "Absolutely. What book are you reading? A high school math book. Oh my God, this is so funny." Luo Wenbai imitated with a wink, his eyes full of undisguised mockery.

Cang Zizhen lowered his eyes and looked at Wang Mingzhi's hand that was around his shoulder, and a look of annoyance flashed across his face.

"Zizhen, what do you think of the new guy?" After imitating Luo Wenbo back and forth, Wang Mingzhi turned to ask Cang Zizhen.

Cang Zizhen smiled, "It's all arranged by the company anyway, it doesn't matter what we think."

"You're right." Wang Mingzhi's excited expression faded. He looked at Luo Wenbo and no longer had the heart to discuss Lu Yao.

Seeing this, Cang Zizhen shook his body calmly, and Wang Mingzhi's hand on his shoulder dropped down.

He felt relaxed all over, and the smile on Cang Zizhen's face became much more sincere.

In the cafeteria, Bai You had finished his fat-reducing meal, and Cong An and Qingcai's struggle had also come to an end, but none of the three left. They sat in their original seats, waiting for the last person.

Lu Yao.

Lu Yao took a mouthful of vegetable and a mouthful of rice, chewed them twenty times, swallowed them, took another mouthful of vegetable and a mouthful of rice, and repeated the cycle.

Very regular.

"You can go first." Even Lu Yao, who was arrogant, felt a little uncomfortable facing the scene of three pairs of eyes staring at him while he was eating.

"Sister Ling said she would take you to the dance studio." There was nothing Bai You couldn't do once he promised.

"Yes, yes." Qiu Yuge nodded while sipping milk.

Cong An concentrated on drinking the milk, trying to wash the taste of vegetables from his mouth.

Lu Yao stopped talking and concentrated on eating. He did not speed up because the three people were waiting. He continued the same cycle as before, chewing slowly. Finally, when the clock was about to point to seven o'clock, he swallowed the last bite of rice and ended today's dinner.

"Have you finished eating? Let's go!" Bai You immediately stood up and hurriedly pulled Qiu Yuge to put the plates away. He then waited for Cong An and Lu Yao at the recycling area. After everyone arrived, he took the lead in leaving the cafeteria.

Qiu Yuge followed closely, walking and jumping along the long road at a leisurely pace.

Four people with four different styles, how can this not be considered a kind of tacit understanding?

The evening group dance class was held in the dance studio. When Bai You pushed the door open, everyone was already there. Strong drum music played in the studio, and the trainees swayed their bodies to the music.

"Why are you here so late?" Qiao Sinian was the first to notice the four people who came in. He waved his finger, signaling the three to speed up. Then he walked towards Lu Yao and said, "The teacher said you haven't learned today's group dance before. You won't be joining us for class today. Just watch from here."

He took Lu Yao to the sofa on the side of the classroom and carefully looked at Lu Yao's expression, worried that Lu Yao would feel disappointed and sad.

"The main reason is that today is the last class of this dance, the pace will be faster, and the teacher is afraid that you can't keep up..." He explained, but found that Lu Yao's expression did not show any loss.

Lu Yao sat on the sofa and looked up at Qiao Sinian. The perspective from below made Lu Yao's eyes look round, with a kind of innocence that was not familiar with the world. "I understand. Thank you."

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Qiao Sinian waved his hands repeatedly, feeling flattered for some reason. He walked towards the center of the classroom, looking back every few steps, wanting to say something but having already said everything.

The dance teacher had already arrived in the classroom. He glanced at Lu Yao who was sitting on the sofa, said nothing, changed the music, clapped his hands to signal the trainees to come back to their senses, and began to lead everyone in warm-up.

The pace of the dance class was indeed very fast as Qiao Sinian had said. After the warm-up, the teacher quickly taught the new moves and then led everyone in practicing together, mixing in changes to the formation, over and over again without stopping.

Movement details, dance framework, expression management... these are all the result of practicing over and over again in front of the mirror.

From the day they become trainees, such training is carried out every day of their lives.

The stage never lies, and strength is the most transparent thing.

“Thank you for your hard work, teacher!”

"Goodbye, teacher!"

The two-hour dance class ended, and the trainees' day schedule also came to an end.

Ding Ling asked her assistant to get Lu Yao's luggage, and Lu Yao followed the other trainees to B2 to take the bus back to the dormitory.