22 Homemade Poor Little Group Show
The fried chicken was sold out in no time. The kids who had been eating grass every day for their debut couldn't resist eating the delicious fried chicken and wanted to swallow their fingers.
Shen Minghe said tearfully, "Brother Qixian, you are my real brother, owwu."
Park Yoo-eun swallowed a mouthful of meat and said with difficulty, "I've never thought chicken tasted so good."
Just treat them to a meal of fried chicken and they become family. Song Qixian was amused and pushed the fried chicken box forward, although he hadn't eaten a single bite yet.
Zhou Heyu returned from outside, displeased with these two guys becoming sycophantic over a few boxes of fried chicken. He tutted and congratulated Song Qixian, "Did you pass the audition? Congratulations."
Song Qixian smiled and nodded, saying, "Director Kong said he could help me arrange the scenes together so that I wouldn't be delayed for too long."
Zhou Heyu looked at the dark basement dormitory where there was no light unless the lights were on, and sighed.
"Actually, we don't have anything that will be delayed. Look, which group doesn't have a schedule right after debuting?"
Zhou Heyu's tone was depressed, and Song Qixian knew that he was also worried about the future of the group.
But Song Qixian knew that he was not good at speaking, and it seemed that no matter what he said, he could not comfort his teammates who were now forced to stay in the basement dormitory.
Just as Song Qixian was worrying about the future of Kaleido, Ming Shangyu walked in.
"Pa pa pa" the captain clapped his hands, signaling everyone to turn their attention to him.
"Everyone, pack up now. We'll go out together later. Remember, no cell phones or money. I'll check in a bit."
The four of them looked at each other, and Park Yoo-eun secretly asked a question: "No way, the company is out of money now and they want to sell us out?"
Song Qixian also had this suspicion, but he didn't ask it out loud, so when he saw Park being beaten, he was secretly glad.
Zhou Heyu felt uncomfortable if he didn't argue with Park Youen. He asked in return, "How much money can we get from selling you to the company? It's not enough for us to have a meal."
What? Park Youen's eyes widened, and he said unconvincedly: "Just based on my face, I'm worth at least 1 billion won. That's more than that. My dad said that as long as I stay at home and don't cause trouble, he can give me dozens of won to spend slowly. How can I not be worth a meal? Zhou Heyu, you are jealous of me."
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Song Qixian stepped in to mediate: "Stop talking for now. Brother Shangyu asked us to pack our things. What if you haven't packed your things by the time the time comes? Let Brother Shangyu help you pack? Youen, let's go back to the dormitory."
The commotion died down temporarily, and everyone took their bags and stuffed things in.
Song Qixian looked at Park Yoo-eun, who was holding a very trendy black leather crossbody bag, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.
This bag looks nice, but it doesn't look like it can hold anything.
After thinking about it, Song Qixian stuffed some food, drinks and some emergency supplies into his black backpack.
The time has come, and all Kaleido employees stand in the open space in front of the company building, waiting for the captain's inspection.
Of the four, only Song Qixian carried a backpack; the others all carried small crossbody bags. Ming Shangyu expertly searched through the various compartments to find Shin Minghe's hidden cell phone and Zhou Heyu and Park Youen's hidden Korean won.
"I'll keep these for now and return them to you after the filming is over." Ming Shangyu stood in front of everyone, smiling like a devil.
As for the food in Song Qixian's bag, Ming Shangyu confiscated it and kept the water for him.
Kaleido’s first group variety show recording has begun.
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On the bus, Song Qixian propped up his head and let the cool breeze blow in. Next to him was Zhou Heyu, who was resting behind closed doors. Behind them were the brothers Shin Myung-hyuk and Park Yoo-eun, chattering about the upcoming recording.
"They're not going to drag us to the suburbs and leave us to fend for ourselves, are they? Given our company's financial situation, I think that's very likely."
"Maybe they'll give us some seeds so we can grow our own food, and maybe we'll even have to carry water."
"Then Minghe, as the youngest, you must help the brothers more. If nothing else, you should be the first to carry water."
"But carrying water is the best way to show off a man's charm. I want to give this opportunity to you, Yoo-eun."
"Is that so? Then I'll carry forward the spirit of friendship and take on this task. Please don't compete with me for it later."
Song Qixian half covered his face, unable to believe that his teammates were so childish.
He gently moved Zhou Heyu's head away from his shoulder and whispered to the person behind him, "Don't worry, they won't take us to the suburbs to survive."
Shin Myung-hyuk and Park Yoo-eun asked in unison: "Why?"
The voice was a little loud, Zhou Heyu moved, and Song Qixian quickly signaled them to lower the voice.
"It's very simple, because it's pointless."
Song Qixian lowered his voice: "I guess they will let us work part-time to earn our own dinner tonight."
His eyes swept across Park Yoo-eun's face, and he was already thinking about how to use this face.
Park Yoo-eun had a sad face, and it sounded like today's recording of the group variety show would be uncomfortable. He had no idea that someone had already started to plot against his face.
The bus stopped next to a small park. Ming Shangyu gave each person a portable camera and announced the rules of the group variety show to them.
"Today's mission: fight for a sumptuous dinner! None of you have a penny in your bag, nor a cell phone. However, you must have some valuable accessories on your hands or necks. However, bartering is not allowed. You are only allowed to exchange your own labor for money or food. If you can use your own skills to get others to treat you to a meal, I will also accept it. We will gather here in three hours, and I will count the money or goods you earn. The most valuable will be rewarded, and the least valuable will be punished by cleaning the dormitory for a week and watching us eat."
Park Yoo Eun raised his hand: "Brother, are you joining too?"
Ming Shangyu smiled brightly: "Of course, I'm the same as you." He showed his bag, which only contained tissues and disinfectant.
After saying that, he dismissed everyone.
The five people dispersed, and the only cameraman followed the captain.
Song Qixian fiddled with the portable camera in his hand, and after confirming that it was turned on, he greeted the camera: "Anihasayo, I'm Song Qixian Mida."
He couldn't help laughing after saying this, and he didn't forget to explain: "Because now I look like a Pabo."
He took a camera and took pictures of the somewhat desolate surroundings.
Suddenly, he noticed something. He brought the camera closer and whispered, "Everyone, I've found a stalker. Wait, let's go scare him."
Park Yoo Eun followed behind on tiptoe. He hadn't meant to follow Song Ki Hyun, but he had just separated from everyone and accidentally dropped his camera. His pockets were empty, not even a bottle of water.
The eldest young master thought of his roommate, the reliable younger brother Song Qixian, so he secretly followed him, wondering whether he should go up and ask.
But unexpectedly, Song Qixian disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Park Yoo-eun looked left and right but couldn't see how this living person disappeared.
No way, playing with him like this?
Suddenly, there was an unusual sound behind his ear. Park Youen jumped back and saw no one. Song Qixian was already standing on the other side of him.
Park Yoo-eun was startled, and when she came to her senses, she wanted to teach him a lesson.
Song Qixian caught him with a wicked smile, and took out a treasured energy bar from his pocket and presented it to Park Yoo-eun, which finally appeased this arrogant and childish boy.
Their entire fight was recorded by a hidden camera not far away, but they didn't know it yet and just thought that the camera in their hands was the final record.
Park Yoo-eun was chewing on an energy bar, but she still hadn't forgiven him.
He muttered, "Don't play pranks on me next time. I'm your brother. Ahem, is there any water? I'm choking."
Song Qixian then gave the man who claimed to be his brother the only bottle of water in his backpack.
Park Yoo-eun drank half a bottle of water in one gulp before asking, "Where are we going to make money later? Hey, will anyone want us? I've never worked before."
Song Qixian took the bottle of water and drank the rest without disdain. He wiped the remaining water stains from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. He said, "I'll take care of finding a job. I was just thinking of looking for you."
What do you want from me? Park Yoo-eun didn’t ask, but the expression was written on his face.
Soon, he knew why Song Qixian was looking for him.
Because he saw that Song Qixian actually used the excuse that his face was more popular to force him to get a job distributing flyers from a milk tea shop.
Park Yoo-eun was stunned and almost dropped the camera in her hand.
He watched as Song Qixian exchanged a few words with the store manager in a familiar manner, then pointed at himself and said, "Do you think any girl would refuse him if he could help you promote your business?"
The store manager looked Park Yoo-eun up and down with a sharp gaze, and then agreed.
The store manager handed them a stack of flyers and promised to pay them 50,000 won in a few hours.
"It's only 50,000. It's such a hot day."
On a 32-degree afternoon, the sun was reluctant to leave, baking the earth like a pizza about to be baked.
Upon hearing that their unit price for part-time work was so low, Park Yoo-eun immediately regretted his decision. His usual meal expenses were more than this.
So Song Qixian pointed the camera at him and used one hand as a microphone to interview him: "So, has our Prince Youen figured out a good way to make a lot of money?"
Park Yoo Eun felt guilty and looked away: "Well, I haven't thought about it yet."
He glared at Song Qixian viciously: "Alright, go ahead and hand out flyers. I'm following you anyway, and I definitely won't be the last one. Humph."
Song Qixian smiled and coaxed him: "Oh, don't worry, with your face, we will definitely get first place."
A street away, Zhou Heyu had a guitar on his back. With a guitar on his back, the handsome, brown-haired young man received many strange looks.
Zhou Heyu seemed unaware and quickly found a good spot.
"Next, it's up to me."
【Author’s words】
Everyone is stupid
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