Eating vegetables was really not enough to fill her up, especially after dancing all morning. Jiang Chenzhou pressed Yu Qiuchi back to her seat and made her obediently eat the coarse grain rice.
"Here you go." Yu Qiuchi looked up and saw a bottle of mushroom chili sauce on the table. He looked up and saw Feng Qian.
The proud red-haired figure seemed to be walking somewhat hurriedly, surrounded by a group of trainees with different hair colors.
Yu Qiuchi accepted this well, since his father and Brother Feng were quite familiar with each other before he died, and were considered business partners.
He opened the jar of mushroom sauce and placed it in the middle: "Eat it, consider it a thank you gift for educating the younger generation."
[Holy crap, this arrogant red-haired chicken actually gave this dating guest a gift? What's going on here?]
[No, I, Master Chi, am practically a prince, okay!]
[Wife, you're awesome.]
[What kind of education is this for the younger generation? The weasel has smelled the melon.]
Yan Qing tugged at Yu Qiuchi's sleeve. This time he was smarter and covered both of their microphones, whispering, "Qiuchi, I have spicy strips in my suitcase! We can turn off the cameras and eat them secretly after we get back to the dorm at noon!"
The camera only showed the two of them huddled together, secretly plotting something. The comments were all tagging Director Zhou to investigate what they were doing!
The staff helped them carry their suitcases into the dormitory. The production team was very generous and simply opened up the space between the two rooms, so all seven of them ended up in the same dormitory this time.
Upon entering the room, Yan Qing first turned off the camera, then took out a bunch of snacks and... from her suitcase.
"Pots and pans?" Xie Tingsi was completely stunned!
Yu Qiuchi was also somewhat surprised.
"Having learned from the last experience, I think we can be self-sufficient. I even brought the seasonings!" Yan Qing took out a storage box from her suitcase, which contained a bunch of seasonings.
"Don't worry, these are all powered by electricity!"
“But we don’t have any food?” Yu Qiuchi said.
Gu Xiaojun suggested, "Since they didn't collect your phone, you can order takeout."
Since they already had jobs, the two production teams discussed it and ultimately decided not to confiscate their phones.
“It’s impossible for there to be cameras in the backyard.” Jiang Chenzhou looked out the window. The north side of this room was the corridor, and the south window offered a view of the backyard. “We can climb over the wall at this height.”
“Indeed, the walls in my high school were similar to this.” Xie Tingsi also looked over.
Song Yaozhuo silently took out a bag of hot pot meatballs from his suitcase. Yu Qiuchi gave him a thumbs up, as expected of someone who quietly accomplishes great things.
Yan Qing suggested, "This kind of thing doesn't keep for long, let's eat it tonight!"
The group of audacious individuals quickly devised a plan within minutes of discussing how to protest against the program's unpalatable food.
The production team thoughtfully provided two restrooms, since it would save time for a large group.
They were stunned when the staff brought them the team uniforms; they were blue with a huge pink heart printed on the back—very tacky. The heart was the same picture Yu Qiuchi had seen on Weibo.
"Can I not wear it?" Tang Ke complained, picking at the clothes with his fingers with disgust. "I thought the school uniform was even uglier, but this one is even worse!"
After taking a shower, Yu Qiuchi didn't even look at herself before putting on her shorts in one go. When she opened the bathroom door, the air outside felt a bit chilly.
All eyes immediately turned to him, and he felt a chill run down his spine: "What's wrong?"
"Beautiful!" Tang Ke was particularly fond of Yu Qiuchi's face; it felt very comfortable to touch.
"Come here and dry your hair." Jiang Chenzhou beckoned to Yu Qiuchi.
After Yu Qiuchi got her hair cut, drying it was much easier than before. "I think I should cut it even shorter, like that 'breezy, shaggy' style!"
"Me?" Yan Qing's eyes lit up as he handed a multigrain steamed bun with spicy strips to Yu Qiuchi.
"Thank you." Yu Qiuchi took the steamed bun and took a small bite.
Xie Tingsi fiddled with his hair and confidently declared, "This color looks great on me!"
He dyed his hair chestnut brown, which made him look especially loyal, especially when he looked at Yu Qiuchi with a pleading expression.
"Qiu Chi can dye her hair pink!" Tang Ke probably has a particular fondness for pink hair: "It will make her look very sweet."
"It looks great right now!" Jiang Chenzhou said, rubbing his head one last time as his hair was almost dry.
Yu Qiuchi suddenly remembered something. His body stiffened. He confirmed that there were no cameras. His brother had told him not to let anyone touch his head!
Tsk, why am I thinking about Mo Weiyun again? My hard-won happy mood is turning into frustration again.
"I originally wanted to dye it red, but the hairdresser said that would make me look like a scumbag, especially since I have a scumbag face, so in the end they dyed it red, which is the CP color!" Yu Qiuchi took off the ear clips from her ears, which really hurt.
"What is a 'scumbag face'?" Yan Qing asked, blinking as she sat on the bed.
"It's the kind of guy who's all smiles and attention at first glance," Tang Ke explained.
Yan Qing looked at Yu Qiuchi, who lowered his head and blushed. Sure enough, the hair dyer was right.
In fact, after cleaning and tidying up, there is hardly any time to rest at noon.
Yan Qing was still in a daze when he stood in the practice room; he had been dragged out of bed by Song Yaozhuo.
Arrive at the practice room at 2 PM sharp; those who are late will have to do 600 sit-ups for the entire group.
These rules are just like those in school.
The group practiced their positioning according to the lines they had been assigned that morning.
Although they no longer have dance, they still have some simple basic movements to practice, which will require them to work hard on for a while.
Yu Qiuchi practiced a rap for who knows how long; it was okay at the beginning, but it lacked staying power.
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