After having a sumptuous hotpot with other trainees and taking photos together, Pei Siran took Tong Juan back to the dormitory.
Pei Siran changed his cowardly look, crossed his arms and looked down at Tong Juan and said, "Won't you explain it to me?"
He had a big frame and could hold Tong Juan completely in his arms.
Tong Juan sat on the bed, looked up at Pei Siran, and shrank his neck guiltily.
“I’m sorry.” Tong Juan apologized obediently: “The production team forced me to do this, I…”
Pei Siran interrupted him: "The production team forced you to betray me just for a hot pot meal?"
"You're enjoying your meal, aren't you..." Tong Juan glanced at Pei Siran's face, sat up straight, and whispered, "You smell like hot pot."
"You are quite confident."
Pei Siran snorted, put down his arms, leaned over and approached Tong Juan, stopped three or four centimeters away from his face, and placed his hands on the edge of the bed on both sides of Tong Juan.
Tong Juan was a little uncomfortable with the close distance. He moved back and looked at Pei Siran warily: "What are you going to do?"
"Tong Juan." Pei Siran looked at the red face and ears of the person in front of him, trying to ignore his own equally red face, and said seriously: "I am seventeen years old from today."
Tong Juan blinked in confusion.
"You are also seventeen years old, we are the same age." Pei Siran licked his dry lips and suddenly didn't know what to say.
He wanted to say that he was one year older, but suddenly he remembered that Tong Juan was only one year older than him, but he always had the illusion that Tong Juan was several years older than him.
I am usually confused and can't remember many small things. I always get lost, but when it comes to big things, I seem to be much more thorough than I am.
Pei Siran's life was only loaded to 17%. In these short ten years, he didn't even have a favorite person. There were quite a few people who liked him. When he was in the third grade of elementary school, there was a little girl in his class who wanted to marry him. When he was in junior high school, he went overseas to be a trainee. Many female trainees also secretly ran to the male trainees' floor to see him when his agent was not around.
It was a bit novel at the beginning, but after doing it many times, Pei Siran just felt annoyed.
Pei Siran used to think that love was annoying, but now that he met Tong Juan, he truly understood that love was indeed annoying. He was annoyed by the people who surrounded Tong Juan, and he was annoyed that he didn't have the courage to confess to Tong Juan.
It was too difficult for him to confess.
Their identities mean that they cannot be together. As idols who debuted through a talent show, if they can't even be responsible to their fans, they are not worthy of being an idol.
Besides this, Pei Siran was also afraid that he would be an annoying person in Tong Juan's eyes. There were too many people around Tong Juan, trainees, cameramen, staff...
Tong Juan's surroundings are full, but there may not be a place for him.
Pei Siran knew that he was not as interesting as Zhong Yi, not as spoiled as Wen Yu, not as mature as Chu Fangan, not as smart as Pu Hezhou, and not as caring as Sun Ledi, but he still secretly hoped that he was luckier than anyone else.
He was indeed lucky. Out of thirty people, he and Tong Juan were assigned to the same dormitory.
"Pei Siran."
Tong Juan looked at the face so close to him, and without knowing where he got the courage from, he took the initiative to call out his name and said, "I think I understand what you mean."
As soon as Pei Siran came to his senses, his heart rose to his throat.
"If you and I have the same idea, then I have something to say to you." Tong Juan hesitated for a moment, but still looked at Pei Siran firmly: "There are still many decades between us, but we can only give fans these few years."
It is said that being a star depends on youth, but the truth is there. When a star is young, he or she is at the peak of his or her career. This is the time when they are in the best condition, young and beautiful, and have a wide range of choices for roles. However, after turning 30, a person's temperament and mentality will change. What is needed at this time is natural precipitation, and a decline in popularity is inevitable.
The idols’ stage life is even shorter. After the age of 25, those cute and energetic dances they performed in their teens are no longer suitable. After the age of 28, the root causes of illness in their youth come back and their physical strength can no longer keep up. The final outcome is just to gradually bid farewell to the stage.
Tong Juan would like to devote such precious and limited time to the career he loves.
"So, I guess..."
"I understand." Pei Siran said, "I understand what you mean. I have the same idea as you. However, I just want you to promise one thing."
"What."
"When you want to fall in love, can you consider me first?" Pei Siran looked at Tong Juan expectantly.
Tong Juan was stunned for a moment, looked at Pei Siran, and nodded.
Pei Siran just grinned, then thought of something, suppressed the corner of his mouth and said awkwardly: "Also, I'm still a little unhappy."
The guy who was originally so cool now looked awkward and somewhat cute. Tong Juan's heart softened a little and he took the initiative to reach out and hug him.
The smell of hot pot still lingered on the sweatshirt. Tong Juan wrinkled his nose and patted Pei Siran on the back: "Don't be angry."
Pei Siran thought Tong Juan would say a few nice words to coax him, but he didn't expect Tong Juan to just hug him.
It was the familiar peach flavor again. Pei Siran felt as if he had fallen into peach jam, sweet from the inside out.
"Go wash the clothes." Tong Juan said again.
"Oh, okay." Pei Siran immediately turned around and went to the bathroom.
Tong Juan couldn't help nodding as he looked at Pei Siran's obedient back. He had indeed become a lot more sensible after growing one year older.
…
After Pei Siran’s birthday, the trainees welcomed the announcement of the third phase rankings.
Six people were eliminated in the third performance, which means that only twelve trainees advanced to the finals. Fortunately, they were all familiar to Tong Juan. When this moment really came, Tong Juan just felt that their debut quota was a little small.
Tong Juan, who single-handedly became a hot topic during the third public broadcast, is still first, Pei Siran is second, and the third is not Chu Fangan, but Wen Yu.
Pu Hezhou ranked fourth, Chu Fangan ranked fifth, Shen Yuannan ranked sixth, Zhong Yi ranked seventh, and Sun Ledi ranked ninth.
When Tong Juan sat on the throne of first place, the system issued a task.
[Congratulations to Juan Juan for winning first place again.] The system first congratulated Tong Juan, [System issued a task: Please make your debut in the C position of the finals (0/1)]
[If the mission is successful, the host will receive 2000 points. If the mission fails, the host's health will be reduced by 20%, and the pain sensitivity will increase by 10%, which may cause shock.]
【Okay.】Tong Juan nodded.
【Come on, Juanjuan. 】
The system went offline again after it finished speaking. The relationship between it and Tong Juan was very simple. It would give Tong Juan the greatest degree of freedom within its ability, so the system would only come out at critical moments. At other times, what Tong Juan wanted to do depended on his mood.
Since the other party gave him such convenience, Tong Juan was more dedicated and diligent in completing the task, not to mention that he already loved this career.
After sending away the six trainees, the already deserted kindergarten became even more deserted. Only room 301 on the entire third floor still had people living in it. The corridors were empty and it was unusually quiet.
The trainees left in the morning, and before leaving they boasted to those who stayed behind: "We are going to eat hot pot!"
The remaining twelve trainees: …
Suddenly I felt a little unhappy.
After lunch break, the trainees came to the studio where the director was already waiting for them.
"Good afternoon, kids." The director greeted the trainees, "The third performance is over, and we are welcoming our last performance. We are honored to have come this far with you all."
"During the three performances, you have created perfect stages one after another, and have left a deep impression on the audience. We have seen your efforts during this period, and for this reason, our program team has prepared graduation gifts for you to express our gratitude."
"The program team asked the three instructors to compose two songs for you. In addition to being able to perform them on the stage of the finals, your names will also be written on these two songs. You are the original singers of these two songs."
After the director finished speaking, the trainees were stunned for a few seconds before they reacted and applauded in unison.
There really are such good things in this world that fall from the sky. It's a song produced by Ling Wan, Ye Changxin and Li Lianna, and their names are written as the original singer. They would never dare to think about such a thing before, but now it has happened to them.
"This time, we will not group the teams based on rankings, nor will we require fans to vote. The idea of the production team is to use the most primitive method - drawing lots."
The director finished speaking and waved his hand: "Bring up the tube."
Then a staff member came over holding a plastic product that looked like a chopstick holder and stood opposite the trainees.
Seeing that some trainees had already figured out that it was a chopstick holder, the director nodded and admitted, "Yes, it is indeed the chopstick holder from the cafeteria. We don't have any suitable props, so just pretend you didn't see it."
Tong Juan: ...
I really shouldn't have had any illusions about the program team.
"The song names have been replaced with numbers 1 and 2. There are 12 lots in total. I'll count down three and then you can all go grab them together."
"Don't open it after you get the signature. Wait for my command and we'll open it together."
“3, 2, 1——”
As the director finished speaking, more than a dozen figures rushed out at once.
The staff member actually felt a little pressure. This might be the only time in her life that so many handsome guys would run towards her at the same time.
Tong Juan was not in a hurry and walked over slowly. There was only one ticket left in the tube. Tong Juan took it in his hand and walked back slowly.
As an old unlucky guy, the one left at the end should be better than the one he drew.
"You all have signatures in your hands now, right?" The director looked around, "Okay, you can open them now."
"Ready, go—"
The scene exploded again.
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