Day 117
Fu Xunyan's hand was injured.
The remaining thirty trainees in the base all knew that Ye Lai had gone crazy.
Of course, Ye Lai is not the only one who is crazy, but his madness is the most obvious.
When the boy saw the bus stop in the sunset, he wanted to pretend to be nonchalant and go back to the dormitory, but when he saw someone with protective gear on his arm, his eyes widened and he took a step back like a cat that was suddenly frightened.
Then, in public, in full view of everyone, with the fans covering their faces and screaming in shock, he ran over like a character from a comic book.
Then the "prince" braked modestly.
The critical gaze moved from the man's face to his neck, to his wrists and legs, then turned back again, deviated from his shoulder and stared at Yin Xingheng.
Yin Xingheng felt inexplicably guilty.
"What's wrong with you? The finals are almost here, you—"
Can't you just take care of your own body?
But he couldn't say anything too harsh because the face in front of him was pale, weak and had no strength.
Fu Xunyan's injury wasn't because of a sprained wrist - the cafe was too busy in the afternoon and he was tired.
Then because of the dull pain, I didn't want to talk anymore.
Ye Lai misunderstood, thinking that the injury was too severe, so the expression on his palm-sized face changed from sunny to cloudy and then to stormy.
Seeing Fu Xunyan's indifferent expression, he gritted his teeth.
"Hmph, I'm going to find Da Pei." After saying that, he left his back and ran away.
Fu Xunyan couldn't understand.
——Is there any necessary connection between his injury and his search for Dal-bae?
Just as he was about to go to the dormitory, an unfamiliar election officer stopped him.
"Fu Xunyan, I need to record a behind-the-scenes interview."
"What supplementary recording?" Yin Xingheng was unhappy the whole afternoon. Ever since Fu Xunyan twisted his hand, he looked at Zhou Hengyu with a cold gaze.
Ou Chen and the others were a little surprised by what they saw.
Yin Xingheng is a famous smiling man in the base, but there are times when he shows impatience on his face.
Yin Xingheng didn't simply look down on Zhou Hengyu, but also because he was so reckless that he let Fu Xunyan get hurt. Yin Xingheng knew very well that the incident was accidental and was indeed not planned by Zhou Hengyu.
But this person showed no remorse afterwards, which clearly showed that he was happy to see it happen!
That’s too much!
"Hasn't the spin-off show already been filmed? Why do we need to re-record a segment of a cafe operating for half a day? And re-record us feeling the hardship after working? Don't make it too fake, it's really funny."
Yin Xingheng's attack power is at its maximum.
The male election officer who came to notify was shocked and didn't know what to do. He could only turn his gaze to Fu Xunyan, trying to force him to submit with silence.
Fu Xunyan took two steps forward.
They all thought Fu Xunyan would just say a few words to appease Yin Xingheng and then follow the election supervisor. Because everyone knew that Fu Xunyan could sometimes be quite short-tempered.
Because compared to humans who are easily influenced by emotions, he is as rational as a machine.
No matter he was ridiculed by Zhou Hengyu and others in the first public performance or was looked down upon in the third public performance, he always worked quietly, tried his best to avoid conflicts and achieved a comeback.
But this time they were all wrong.
"Xingheng is right. I asked the director about the re-recording when I got off work at the cafe. Everyone told me not to worry about it and to go to the hospital. Why are they telling me to re-record now that I've already treated my wrist?"
The male election supervisor couldn't answer, but he was quite unconvinced. He snorted in front of Fu Xunyan: "Then I'll call the team leader and let him talk to you."
His tone was rather harsh, and the others immediately realized that he was also someone with connections.
"Team Leader, Fu Xunyan doesn't want to come, what do you think we should do?"
"He doesn't want to come? No, bring him here and I'll talk to him..."
But before the team leader could express any "brilliant ideas", the male election officer felt a shadow covering his head, and then his cell phone was pinched by the jade-like fingertips and easily taken away.
"Team Leader Li, right? I'm Fu Xunyan."
The dusk fell like a drop of thick ink into clear water, and the sky had quickly darkened when I got off the bus and stopped.
At this moment, the street lights in the base suddenly lit up, one after another. The dim light pierced through the mist and cast long shadows on the asphalt road.
He stood there, seemingly alone and helpless, one hand bound in a white protective gear across his chest, the other holding a cell phone to his ear.
His voice was low, with a faint smile on his lips. He seemed nonchalant, even a little tired.
A breeze blew by, lifting a few strands of hair on his forehead and gently swaying the corners of his clothes, but his posture seemed frozen, as if there was a transparent film separating him from the surrounding noise.
Fu Xunyan narrowed his eyes slightly and heard the screams of the girls standing in the distance, but they were quickly drowned out by the scolding near his ears.
The trainees around him glanced at him vaguely, then quickly looked away. A tense silence hung in the air, and even their breathing became cautious.
They left slowly, clearly hoping to find out about his conflict with the production team. But he continued to stand there lazily, neither moving any further nor lowering the volume of the selection officer, seemingly oblivious to the unusual situation around him—he simply didn't care.
"I know what you mean. There's no need to beat around the bush—you want to clarify things for him, right?"
"I don't want to. This isn't clarification, it's a cover-up. But whoever's fault it is, it's their fault. Why should I, the victim, lie for him?"
"I'm sorry, but my wrist hurts so much right now that I'm afraid I can't go anywhere. If this retake is so important that we absolutely have to do it, please talk to the director or assistant director and let me know."
“Beep, beep, beep—”
Ou Chen was stunned.
No, buddy, when did you become so tough as to hang up the team leader's phone?
Are we still trainees from the same batch?
"It seems that my phone calls are much more effective than yours."
Fu Xunyan was still smiling, but the election officer swore that he was definitely not really smiling!
After saying that, he didn't linger in front of the bus. He waved to the fans over there, put his arm around Yin Xingheng in a rather cool manner, and left the door.
The person next to him seemed to be hesitant to speak.
"What's wrong?"
Yin Xingheng couldn't believe it: "You asked me what happened? You just-"
"no--"
He stood on tiptoe and touched someone's forehead.
"I don't have a fever, and I'm not confused."
"Why are you so aggressive all of a sudden? I'm a little scared. You're usually so gentle, so why are you suddenly charging at me with a forty-meter-long sword?"
Fu Xunyan was helpless: "What kind of messed up metaphor is this?"
"Who told you to always compromise before..."
Yin Xingheng didn't quite understand.
In fact, due to his experience of growing up in a single-parent family, he always seemed more "at ease" than other trainees. Because he had experienced so many difficulties that others had not experienced, he became independent at an early age, just like an adult.
At first, he approached Fu Xunyan because of the strange "sense of familiarity" that was there and not there, and he was willing to make friends with him more because of the similarities between them.
But later he could feel that, to some extent, Fu Xunyan was more mature than him.
Because he is very good at "tolerance" and is very good at weighing which is more important, immediate failure or long-term success.
So today, Yin Xingheng sincerely felt that a person who clearly saw through those people but still had to endure them should not be allowed to continue to be hurt, so he almost deliberately helped "fight".
But surprisingly, he thought he was protecting a "weak" person, but this guy took him in his arms and stood in front, showing his cannons at the enemy who were still negotiating.
Wow, I have to say, very shocking.
"Isn't it because of you?"
The gentle voice floated in the last rays of summer light. It obviously did not require any effort, but Yin Xingheng felt as if a quill was sliding from his chest along his neck.
His eyes are so sincere and his eyelashes are fluttering.
Fu Xunyan didn't want to let anyone down, especially those he met after starting over.
In the intersection of two time and space, they have never changed. Just because I took one more step, it was as if I had gained all their sincerity.
Fu Xunyan sometimes feels guilty because he had "selected" them before he met them.
So now that Yin Xingheng supported him, Fu Xunyan knew exactly what that meant. It wasn't just a simple statement of defense in front of others, but rather the young man's momentary forgetfulness of the importance of self-interest, his willingness to bear the consequences he might not have dared to.
Fu Xunyan is lonely but strong because he always knows that he has nothing to lose, but Yin Xingheng is different.
He also has a mother.
A frail, old, perhaps ordinary mother, but unique to Yin Xingheng.
That was his world, and he wanted his whole world to be proud of him and happy for him.
**
"What? They actually gave us a holiday?" Chen Chi lay on Fu Xunyan's legs, listening to the dormitory door being knocked and trying to stretch out his fingers to pull down the handrail.
The beautiful and kind face of the election supervisor was revealed.
"Yes, because the finals are approaching, the production team will give you the right to invite your family members, and by the way, give you a vacation."
Of course, Chen Chi was happy, and even Bai Wenji's expression brightened a bit. It had been almost two months since they last saw their family.
Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal—after all, when I was in college, I only went back once a semester. But in such a high-intensity competition, time seemed to stretch out.
It was as if a century had passed and the faces of my family members had become blurred.
"That phone..."
"I'll give it back to you, too."
"Aren't you afraid that we'll check the match information?"
"...Although it seems to be useless even now - however, it is still strictly forbidden to post any comments on any accounts, big or small. If verified, they will be directly disqualified from the competition."
"He also withdrew from the competition?" Chen Chi looked up and poked a certain guy's chin with his finger, in return for a condemning look.
"Yes." The election supervisor continued to smile, "Even Fu Xunyan is the same."
Da Pei sat on the bed with his arms folded, leaning against the headboard, looking tired as if he had not yet woken up.
"Then come back with me. My house is close, and I can even take you out for some fun."
After Da Pei said this, the others were not happy. Ye, who had been hiding behind and trying to cause trouble, jumped out and exposed himself.
"Why don't you accompany me to our company?"
"No way, you're bringing Xunbao to work during your vacation? Do you have any morals?"
Ye Lai was really impressed by Da Pei's impatient and loud mouth, so he threw the cushion next to him to make him shut up.
"What do you mean by work?" Ye Lai looked noble and cold.
"That's a collaboration, a collaboration that the senior took the initiative to extend an olive branch."
"Hasn't Teacher Cong He told you yet? Take a look at your phone. Teacher Cong He is the third male lead in this play. It was he who mentioned you to Teacher Chen Qingsong from our company."
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