7 Before the Roadshow
The appearance of one handsome guy is the best effect, but the appearance of five handsome guys with different styles together makes the effect even better. There were quite a few astonished glances cast on them at the same time, but no one recognized that they were trainees.
Death Company is a small, unknown company. Apart from the president Choi Byung-hee who is a little famous among passers-by, none of the trainees have a fan base.
Ming Shangyu, the eldest brother who led the group, studied finance instead of art in college. The second-oldest, Zhou Heyu, lived in China until he was 13. After returning to China, he interviewed and got into Death, and then attended a regular high school. The only one attending an arts high school was Park Yu-eun, but he frequently took leave from school, so despite his reign as the school's most popular idol, few of his classmates had ever seen him. Seventeen-year-old Shin Minghe was only selected last year and introduced to all things trainee.
Not to mention Song Qixian, who was only eighteen years old and had been working for ten years.
Five handsome men walked into the mobile phone store together. The saleswoman was grinning from ear to ear as she introduced the most expensive and coolest phones in the store to Ming Shangyu, who had the strongest aura. Song Qixian saw that the price of the phone was several times higher than his budget, so he quickly pulled the men out.
"Let's go somewhere else. Cell phones are too expensive here."
"It's a bit expensive, let's go to another one." Zhou Heyu agreed, "But don't go to a second-hand mobile phone store. Phones bought there break down very quickly."
After being together for so long, everyone knew that Song Qixian was a pauper. Just looking at the few clothes he wore over and over again, you could tell what his family background was like. However, even Park Youen, who was the most mean-spirited, didn't use this to mock him. She now joined in the conversation: "Yeah, if you save a little money now, you'll have to spend more money next time it breaks."
Song Qixian pursed his lips. He didn't really care about the phone's functions, as long as it could answer calls. He had other uses for his money, and he didn't want to spend it on a phone.
Zhou Heyu seemed to know what he was thinking. He put his arm around his shoulders and said, "Don't think too much about it. It's just a new phone. I'm giving it to you as a gift to celebrate your happy completion."
Shen Minghe chimed in with a smile, "Qixian, if you don't accept it, you'll never receive a gift from Heyu again. You better not refuse, it's not easy for him to be so generous."
Zhou Heyu couldn't stand this kid being so poor, and he spoke as if he had wronged him. A water bottle was thrown at him, and Shen Minghe dodged it skillfully and ran away.
Song Qixian had no reason to refuse, so he chose a relatively low-priced phone with a good value for money. At the same time, he was also thinking about treating them to a meal to thank them for their help after receiving the film remuneration.
The group walked and stopped, Zhou Heyu cleared his throat and talked to Park Youen.
"Let's make a bet."
Park Yoo Eun asked his brother who often bullied him: "What do you want to do now?"
Zhou Heyu nudged his shoulder in a friendly manner and said, "Let's bet on who gets approached first tonight? You can't be that unsure of yourself, right? Park, the campus hunk."
Park Yoo Eun couldn't bear to hear this and immediately took the bait.
"Let's bet. I'll bet on myself. Who are you betting on?"
Zhou Heyu smiled and said, "As for me, I'm going to bet on Song Qixian. How about a 100,000 won bet?"
The bet involved him, and Song Qixian looked over, only to see Zhou Heyu winking at him.
In the following time, Park Yoo Eun was like a peacock with its tail spread out, desperately showing off his charm to every girl he passed by, making the girls blush. But no one came forward to chat with him.
"What's going on today? No, usually a lot of people come to ask me for kkt."
Park Yoo-eun fell into self-doubt, not because he was not handsome, but because he was so handsome that people could not believe he was single. Moreover, the beautiful Zhou Heyu was always by his side. One was red, the other was brown, one was handsome, the other was beautiful, making people wonder if they were a couple.
In such an atmosphere, Song Qixian waited for the first person to approach him.
In reality, among the five, Song Qixian was relatively unremarkable. His hair had returned to its most sleek, clean style, almost to a buzz cut. His nose, eyes, mouth, and even facial shape were all standard, lacking any eye-catching quality. Compared to his teammates' distinctive features, he seemed the most ordinary.
But Song Qixian also has his own advantages. When he relaxes, his eyes and brows are open, his temperament is steady and calm, and he has a sense of calmness that is rare for his age.
But some girls like this point about him. He is handsome, but not that handsome. He is like a glass of wine that has been sealed for a long time. The taste of the wine is only for people with taste to appreciate.
Under the teasing gazes of several friends, Song Qixian rejected the cute girl's approach, his ears turning red.
Except for Park Yoo-eun with a resentful look, he couldn't believe the fact that he actually lost, and in the aspect of face, which he had never lost before!
He slowly took out 100,000 won, and Park Yoo-eun's resentful gaze was like a substance that was about to penetrate the back of Song Qixian's head.
Zhou Heyu was very proud and grabbed the money: "Thank you, Yuen, for treating us to tea." He pretended to bow, and when he saw Park Yuen was about to push him, he quickly hid behind Ming Shangyu.
As expected, Park Yoo-eun left angrily.
Seeing this, Song Qixian secretly asked Shen Minghe, "Why are you so afraid of Brother Shangyu?"
Shen Minghe asked him: "Do you know what Shangyu's family does?"
Song Qixian shook his head, and Shen Minghe showed a look that could only be understood but not expressed in words, and glanced at the mobile phone Song Qixian had just bought.
Shin Myung Hyuk continued, "Don't you think Sang Woo is unapproachable? He can scare people to death with just one sentence. Every time I'm around him, I feel like I'm freezing to death. Besides, he's different from Hak Yoo. He doesn't like being with us."
Song Qixian looked at Ming Shangyu's cold, noble, stern and unapproachable appearance and nodded in agreement.
After all, they had a roadshow tomorrow, so the five of them didn't stay outside for long.
The next morning, Song Qixian woke up early and went to the practice room to review the dances he had learned that week, singing and dancing. Half an hour later, the others arrived one after another. Together, they rehearsed several times.
In the afternoon, Choi Byung-hee drove the five of them to a place.
It is a very popular makeup studio in Seoul. It is said that the price of makeup there ranges from 100,000 won to 300,000 won in six levels. Many well-known idols also do their makeup here.
They had an appointment and were taken into a room.
The five of them changed their clothes first. Compared with Song Qixian's usual simple dress, this outfit was gorgeous and handsome.
The black leather jacket was cut and wrapped around Song Qixian's torso in an unexpected way. Underneath, a sheer black mesh underlay gave a faint glimpse of his abdominal muscles. Above the zipper was a narrow waist belt, adorned with metal objects. The pants were matching leather trousers. Fortunately, Song Qixian was tall and well-proportioned, and the leather trousers made his legs look longer.
Song Qixian felt a lot more awkward in this outfit, because he always felt that if he made any movement, something would go wrong while covering the private parts of his upper body. In fact, he didn't feel anything about being topless, but he felt extremely ashamed when his upper body was half-exposed and half-exposed.
The others didn't feel as uncomfortable as Song Qixian, perhaps because the clothes they were assigned were relatively normal.
Park Yoo-eun noticed that something was wrong with Song Qixian, so he called his brothers to come and observe Song Qixian's abdominal muscles, forcing Song Qixian to hug him tightly in order to maintain his innocence.
Only when the makeup artist came to help them put on makeup did these half-grown boys reluctantly stop, but they were all making faces, and it was not until Ming Shangyu cleared his throat that they stopped.
As the magical little brush moved on his face, Song Qixian found himself slowly turning into another person.
The makeup artist elongated his eyebrows, adding a touch of arrogance to his demeanor. He also added larger black contact lenses, making his eyes appear deep and mysterious. His hair was blown up, revealing his entire face. His normally handsome face was transformed into a stern one through the clever use of makeup.
Song Qixian stared at himself in the mirror for a long moment, still unable to believe it was him. His brow furrowed as he suddenly transformed from an eighteen-year-old youth into a twenty-something criminal with several lives to his credit.
Looking at the others, everyone looked different. Among them, Park Yoo-eun was the most handsome and eye-catching.
Song Qixian had long known that his roommate possessed a uniquely gifted face. While red hair wouldn't be easy for anyone with less attractive features, his features perfectly complemented the cartoonish color. Now, a makeup artist's subtle touches had made his handsomeness even more striking. His face appealed to both men and women, young and old, and was dubbed by the Korean media as "the last of the Koreans' most beautiful faces."
It's a pity that such a pretty face is ruined by the mouth.
"Hey, what if there are no spectators? We're dressed so poorly, passersby will leave in no time."
Zhou Heyu, with a face covered in smoky makeup, rolled her eyes and said, "Can you think of something nice? Why do you always like to pour cold water on me beforehand?"
Park Yoo Eun curled her lips and turned her head to Song Qixian. She asked Song Qixian's opinion: "What's wrong with what I said? Is there no one who wants to hear the truth?"
Song Qixian smiled, but didn't stand aside. Instead, he said, "I think a lot of people will watch our performance. With He Yu's dance, your face, Shang Yu's ability, and Ming He's cuteness, who wouldn't want to stop and take a closer look?"
Zhou Heyu tutted his words, "Look at what our Qixian said. Park Youen, you should learn from him and stop talking nonsense all day long."
Park Yoo Eun ignored him and looked at herself carefully in the mirror.
"That's right. As soon as I appear, I will definitely be the focus of everyone's attention. There won't be any problems at all."
That night, a 6m×5m stage was set up in the center of the largest square in Seoul, and passers-by were discussing it.
"Death, the name of the band or the company? It doesn't sound very auspicious. Didn't you consult a fortune teller before you came up with the name?"
"Hehe, it's my first time in the Republic of Korea and I've already encountered a free roadshow. How can I not call it five-star luck?"
【Author’s words】
Countdown to debut, countdown to first TV series. [Spread flowers]
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