Chapter 15 Small Ads: AAA's Growth and Strength
When Yingxu returned to the dormitory, she discovered a small piece of paper in the left pocket of her pants.
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"Yingxu, what's wrong? What are you looking at?" His roommate was surprised to see him return to the dorm so early, but before he could even express his surprise, he noticed that the other person seemed to be holding onto a small piece of paper. Curious, he tried to lean closer to take a look.
Yingxu immediately snapped out of her daze and, just a second before the other person leaned in, slipped the piece of paper back into her pocket, feigning composure as she said, "It's nothing, just a small laundry ad."
His roommate looked at him suspiciously, but thinking that Yingxu would not lie, he did not continue to ask.
"Why are you back so early today?" Another roommate came back from visiting the dorm and was also a little surprised to see Yingxu sitting on her bed.
Yingxu originally intended to go back to the practice room, but after walking out for a short while, she suddenly remembered the heartwarming care she had received at the convenience store, so she turned around and changed direction.
You should take a rest, just like she said, you need to balance work and rest.
"My back hurts a bit, so I came back to rest for a bit," Yingxu casually made up an excuse.
He wasn't lying; his back did hurt a bit, but it was an old problem.
The roommates, however, were on high alert. They all knew how stoic Yingxu was. He never uttered a sound when he got hurt while dancing, and would silently take painkillers by himself. If even this kid was starting to cry out in pain, then the situation must be very serious.
One of the roommates strode over to Yingxu's bedside and insisted on lifting his clothes to examine and massage him. He only reluctantly gave up after Yingxu repeatedly refused.
"You're not allowed to practice for the next few days, understand? Be careful you don't ruin your back." His roommate's serious attitude made it sound like he was promising a fragile porcelain doll, leaving him both amused and exasperated.
Another roommate also advised, "Yeah, you're always pushing yourself too hard. You need to take a good rest. You can't keep pushing yourself too hard, what if you break? Besides, there's nothing to practice lately, so just rest and wait until you're in good form before you start practicing again."
When Yi Shun was mentioned, the atmosphere in the dormitory became somewhat silent.
It is expected that all four people in the dormitory are individual trainees, and their screen time is pitifully low, so their real-time rankings are also in the same boat.
With the draft announcement approaching, the atmosphere in the dorm has been somewhat oppressive these past few days. Everyone knows that once the draft is announced, we might never see each other again.
“I really want to perform on stage again.” The roommate sitting next to Yingxu suddenly sighed, a bitter smile on her face. “But I’m seventy-eighth.”
Another person laughed exaggeratedly twice, patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'm still ranked eighty-ninth. Did I say anything?"
The two of them laughed and wrestled together, teasing each other. Suddenly, one of them asked, "What about the promise? How many titles are you promised?"
Suddenly being called upon, Yingxu looked up, somewhat bewildered, and said, "I don't know..."
"Oops, I forgot that this kid doesn't look at his phone."
"What a good student. Let me take a look and see if he's our dorm's only hope."
"Wait a minute!" Ying Xu hurriedly sat up, reaching out to stop the other person's movement, her expression somewhat troubled. "I... I don't want to see this beforehand."
My roommate paused for a moment, then put away his phone with great understanding.
He understood that he wanted to hold onto the last glimmer of hope.
The other person was silent for two seconds, then stood up, patted Yingxu on the shoulder, and comforted her, "You are the one with the greatest hope among us. I'm giving you all my hopes. You will definitely succeed."
“I’ll give it to you too!” The person next to him said with a smile, not to be outdone. “As long as you don’t mind my eighty-ninth place.”
"Tsk, Eighty-Nine, you'd better not join in the fun. I'm really afraid you'll infect them with their promise."
"Tch, do you think you're any better off at seventy-eight?"
As Yingxu watched her two roommates bickering, a smile unconsciously crept onto her lips.
He wished he could stay here forever; he really, really wanted to debut...
As if possessed, he pulled out that strange little advertisement again.
He had absolutely no recollection of where he got the card. He had only been to the practice room and the convenience store today. Could it have been from that kind clerk?
Ying Xu immediately shook his head, as if trying to shake the strange thought out of his head. He suddenly felt a little guilty. The person had been so friendly to him and had even given him his medicine, yet he had suspected that the person had slipped him flyers.
Thinking of the other person's final encouragement, he recalled that strange feeling of excitement he had felt at that time.
He's been working at the factory for over a month and still doesn't have a single fan site administrator. Although he seems to have 300 followers in the supertopic, almost all of them are just there to join in the fun and buy his stock. There aren't many posts. This is the first time he's directly received praise for his performance, and the person even said they wanted to be his fan.
No wonder those trainees are so happy every time they hear encouragement from fans; he finally got to experience that today.
I really want to persevere until the next round, until the final round, until I debut, and then go up to her and say that I did it.
He did not disappoint.
Yingxu has always wanted to debut. In fact, everyone who comes here to participate in the talent show wants to debut, just to varying degrees.
But as time went by, his desire to debut seemed to fade. Had he changed? No, he simply came to terms with reality—a cruel and despairing reality.
Reality shattered his illusions, stripped him of his desires, and left him numb.
But suddenly I feel so unwilling.
Even after putting in all my effort, am I still forced to accept reality?
He finally gained a fan, so can't that change anything?
Yingxu suddenly sat up, as if she had made up her mind, and solemnly took out the card from her pocket. Then she took out her phone from under her pillow and pressed the power button.
Whether it's true or not, he's going to give it a try.
What if it actually works?
...
While idly staring blankly at the cashier, Shi Yao suddenly felt her phone vibrate. She took it out and looked at it, a relieved smile appearing on her face.
Good child, you really listened to your sister's advice.
The seeds are about to sprout.
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