When Tong Juan returned to the practice room, he happened to meet Pei Siran walking out.
The glass door covered with frosted paper was pushed open from the inside out. Tong Juan took a step back. Pei Siran stood in the room. The two looked at each other who suddenly appeared and didn't know what to say for a moment.
It is very cold in City B in winter, and the windows are sometimes frozen and cannot be closed. The cleaning lady can only open them for a while to let in some fresh air at noon or in the afternoon when the sun is strongest, such as now.
A cold breeze blew by, and I could hear the sound of leaves swaying outside.
Tong Juan came back to his senses, moved to the side, made room for the door, and asked, "Are you going to the interview?"
Pei Siran nodded, "You're back so soon?"
In order to improve efficiency, the program team prepared two groups of staff to conduct the single interview simultaneously. Just now when the staff came to call Pei Siran, he received a call saying that Tong Juan's interview was over, so he ran to the practice room next door to call other people.
"Pei Siran?" A staff member coming out of the practice room next door called out in the corridor.
Pei Siran walked out immediately, and when he passed by Tong Juan, he reminded him: "Stay away from Wen Yu!"
Wen Yu, who was sitting on the floor without any image, asked: "Are you crazy?"
Tong Juan was now immune to all this and was about to enter the room calmly, but Pei Siran grabbed the clothes from behind.
Before Tong Juan could look back, Pei Siran's annoying voice came from behind: "Did you hear that?"
Tong Juan sighed, feeling like he was coaxing a child, and nodded helplessly: "I heard it."
Pei Siran then let him go with confidence, and relying on his height and long arms, he touched the top of Tong Juan's head. His black hair was soft and had a faint peach scent. Pei Siran seemed to have attracted the attention of a cat's owner, closed the door, and went to record the interview contentedly.
As soon as Tong Juan entered the room, someone made room for him. After dancing for a whole day, some of the people were tired, so they just sat together and chatted.
As soon as he sat down, Wen Yu leaned over and smelled the fragrance on Tong Juan's body before he opened his mouth. The smell was so good, he liked it so much. So he finally asked the question that he had been holding back for a day: "Juanjuan, what perfume do you use?"
Tong Juan: “…”
Why are the questions he is asked today all the time he can't answer? Either he is asked about the Chinese New Year or about perfume. It's so difficult for him.
The peach smell on Tong Juan's body is the pheromone he had as an omega. It was copied along with his body data when the system copied it, but there is no such thing as estrus in this world, so it has become his body odor, and it will be even stronger when he is emotionally excited.
But there’s no way I could tell Wen Yu about this.
Tong Juan licked his lips and replied, "No perfume."
Wen Yu didn't believe it at all: "Then why do you smell so good?"
“The smell of shower gel.”
"What brand?"
"It's the one in the bathroom." Tong Juan said nonchalantly, "What else could it be?"
"You lied to me." Wen Yu leaned over to Tong Juan and sniffed, "The shower gel in our bathroom doesn't smell like this."
"Maybe every dormitory is different." Tong Juan coughed and was about to end the topic. "How far have you practiced before?"
The tone of his voice was naturally soft, and every word seemed to be accompanied by a wavy line, which made people's hearts soften involuntarily when they listened to it.
"It's about the same as before you left." Chu Fangan replied.
Apart from great players like Pei Siran, the abilities of the other students in Class A were not much different. The dance for the theme song was not very complicated, and the movements were mainly aesthetic, so a few people were able to learn it almost perfectly after watching it once.
"Then let's continue now." Tong Juan asked uncertainly.
Pei Siran is their class representative. He is not here now, so I wonder if others plan to attend self-study.
"Come on." Pu Hezhou was the first to nod in agreement. He felt that it was enough to rest for more than ten minutes.
Practice hard when practicing, and rest well when resting. Since the class representative was not there, a few people practiced seriously under the leadership of Chu Fangan.
【Ding Dong】
A familiar reminder sounded.
[Release task: Please host to become the center of this theme song "Call me by your name" (0/1)]
[If the mission is successful, the host will receive 1,000 points. If the mission fails, the host's health will be reduced by 20%. After the reduction, the host's health will be 79%, which is less than the average health value of 80%. The pain sensitivity will increase by 10%, and the host will vomit blood twice randomly.]
Tong Juan, who was practicing seriously, was startled and bit his tongue.
"Xiao Tong! Could you please not show up suddenly next time?" Tong Juan was in so much pain that his eyes were filled with tears, and he complained in his heart.
The system didn't expect Tong Juan to be frightened, and was a little speechless, "Next time I will give you a hint in advance."
Tong Juan snorted and said nothing more.
It seems that this C position is really important, otherwise the system would not start deducting health points.
As a person who has lived his life again, Tong Juan's life is maintained by completing tasks. If he succeeds, he will live a few more years, but if he fails, he will vomit blood and get sick. It was just that he lived alone in the first few months, so vomiting was fine, but now he has a roommate, and vomiting blood would probably scare him to death.
Therefore, for the mission, he must fight for it once.
Tong Juan originally didn't want to compete for the C position. In his heart, Pei Siran was more suitable for this position. If not Pei Siran, it could be Chu Fangan, Pu Hezhou, Shen Yuannan... In short, it shouldn't be him.
There are so many capable people among the thirty trainees, and Tong Juan always feels that he should not be the one standing at the front.
Tong Juan's gaze shifted to the other people around him. Seeing their serious expressions, he couldn't help but sigh.
…
When Pei Siran came back from recording the interview, he felt that the atmosphere in the room was weird.
Before he could open his mouth, Chu Fangan pulled him back. Chu Fangan's small single-lidded eyes rolled around and he winked in the direction of Tong Juan.
Pei Siran looked over and saw a pink figure dancing in front of the mirror in the corner. It was a uniform pink sweater, but when worn by Tong Juan, it looked like it was custom-made for him, and he looked as cute as a doll. It was a pity that the doll was soaked all over, even her bangs were wet, and she was filled with an inexplicable fierceness.
Do you really want this C position?
Pei Siran's eyes flashed.
"I don't know what happened, he suddenly got so excited." Chu Fangan explained in a low voice in his ear, "We asked him to take a rest but he didn't listen."
But I have to say that beauties look beautiful no matter what they do. Even though Tong Juan is a little disheveled now, he still has a bit of messy beauty, which is more dazzling than when he just lay there like a salted fish.
It’s just that the row of idiots next to him who are staring at Tong Juan with longing eyes is a bit annoying.
Pei Siran glanced at the clock on the wall, walked over and pulled Tong Juan, "Stop dancing, it's time to go eat."
Tong Juan was counting the beats in his mind, preparing to stop after dancing these eight beats.
Pei Siran: "If you go too late, there will be no milk corn."
Tong Juan immediately forgot about the eight beats and even forgot how many beats he had counted to.
It gets dark early in winter, and it’s hard to take good Reuters photos, so as soon as it gets dark, the girls surrounding the station outside start packing up their things.
After several people from Class A came downstairs, they greeted them and went straight into the cafeteria without staying for long.
The canteen was lit at night, and the air was filled with the smell of fireworks. Tong Juan sat at the dining table, stirring the porridge in the bowl with a spoon in his right hand. There was a small plate on the left side of the bowl, which contained golden corn kernels. The porridge in the canteen was soft and thick, and drinking a bowl of it on a cold winter night would make the stomach feel particularly comfortable.
"Are you going back to continue practicing later?" After not seeing each other for an afternoon, Zhong Yi kept asking questions like a chatterbox.
"Let's stop practicing." Wen Yu guessed the expressions of the others and replied, "I'm really tired after dancing for a whole day."
Zhong Yi couldn't help but look at Chu Fangan, Chu Fangan looked at Pei Siran, and Pei Siran looked at Tong Juan.
Tong Juan was drinking porridge with his head down, and vaguely felt that something was wrong. He raised his head carefully, and saw that the eyes of the people at the table were focused on him. He quickly put down the spoon and wiped his mouth, "Why are you all looking at me?"
"Do you still need to practice in the evening?" Pei Siran asked.
Tong Juan nodded: "Practice."
"You're still practicing?" Wen Yu's eyes widened in surprise. "You've been dancing for a whole day, and you're still dancing?"
Tong Juan hummed and lowered his head to drink his porridge.
Shen Yuannan and Pu Hezhou were not at the table. Wen Yu looked at Tong Juan, then at Pei Siran, and vaguely felt that the final C position might be decided by these two people.
After dinner, the five people went their separate ways.
Tong Juan thought he would have to practice alone until late at night, but he found that Pei Siran had followed him since he didn't know when.
"Did you leave your things in the practice room?" This person didn't say he would come back to practice during the meal, and Tong Juan thought that something had suddenly happened to Pei Siran.
Pei Siran responded vaguely.
There was no heating in the practice room at night, so Tong Juan ran a few times in his thick coat. He took off his down jacket, which was a bit in the way, after he felt his body was warm.
Pei Siran hadn't left yet. He was leaning against the wall at the door with his arms folded, watching Tong Juan repeating the exercises he had done during the day.
In fact, judging from the level of completion that Tong Juan had achieved in the afternoon, he could have gone on stage by then, but I don't know why he had to come back here and endure the cold so late at night.
When the two of them went upstairs, they didn't hear any sound from any of the practice rooms. Now there were only the two of them in the whole building, and the only sound was the friction of Tong Juan's sneakers on the floor.
Pei Siran looked at Tong Juan and gradually became fascinated.
After an unknown amount of time, Tong Juan got tired of dancing and stopped to catch his breath. He then noticed the figure at the door that he had accidentally overlooked. He blinked his peach blossom eyes and asked in confusion, "Why haven't you gone home yet?"
Pei Siran's handsome face was very intimidating when he wasn't smiling, and he looked cold and unkind. But when he heard Tong Juan's voice, he came back to his senses and inadvertently raised the corners of his mouth: "I'm waiting for you."
Tong Juan frowned, but before he could say anything, Pei Siran asked again: "Tong Juan, why are you working so hard?"
She looks delicate and soft, but she has an aura that can crush her to pieces.
"I..." Tong Juan opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. He didn't want to lie to Pei Siran. His crow-like eyelashes drooped slightly, fluttered twice, and then quickly raised up, and answered ambiguously: "I have reasons to fight."
Tong Juan’s pretty face was red, as if it had just been pulled out of the water. She was so thin that it seemed like it would break if bent, but she had a persistence that others did not have.
Pei Siran's passion seemed to be rekindled. He hung his coat on the wall, stretched his wrists and ankles, and stood next to Tong Juan. The light in his eyes was brighter than the lights above his head. "I'll go with you."
His tone was so earnest, as if he was willing to sacrifice his life for the acting career together with Tong Juan.
Tong Juan: “…”
Although he was somewhat touched, looking at Pei Siran's attitude, he wondered if he would drag him to practice until tomorrow morning...
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