Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Singing songs about the ex and singing songs about the rival...
After taking a shower, a new message alert appeared on my phone.
[Lu Yanxi]: [Sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned that.]
Cen Xue: "..."
here we go again.
To be honest, after the reunion, Cen Xue didn't quite understand what attitudes and ideas Lu Yanxi and Yan Pei had when they approached him.
I also don't understand what they are trying to gain from me.
But at least one thing, Cen Xue understood her own thoughts——
Now that you're here, it's not too much to ask for an apology for what happened back then, right?
But it is a bit difficult to operate on these two people.
With Yan Pei's temperament, this guy never feels that he has done anything wrong, and he has only apologized a few times.
Lu Yanxi, on the other hand, was always apologizing. He was thoughtful and considerate, always thinking of others even at the expense of himself, but this was exactly what Cen Xue hated the most.
Because for what happened back then, "I'm sorry" has become an excuse to shut up and evade.
Last time he was just testing the waters, but Lu Yanxi immediately acted like a tragic figure taking the blame and being at the mercy of others, but she avoided talking about the incident.
What is he wishfully avoiding?
Cen Xue didn't understand.
There has to be a script for acting, right? Why ask him to do some improvisation?
I felt annoyed. Since he likes to apologize so much, I'll just let it go.
He typed, sent—
[If he misunderstood, it just means you were too careless.]
[Be more self-aware and don’t cause me any trouble, which will make me hate you even more.]
Knock knock.
There was a knock on the bathroom door, and Fu Rouyun's worried voice rang out from outside: "Why did you take so long to wash? Are you okay?"
Cen Xue changed into clean clothes, wiped herself casually a few times, and hid her phone in a towel.
When the door was opened, steam gushed out and the surrounding temperature rose a little.
The ends of his hair were still dripping, staining the fabric of his shoulders a darker color, with the slight redness of his skin showing through.
"Ruoyun," Cen Xue smiled, "Can you help me blow dry my hair? My arms are so tired today."
"……good."
Fu Rouyun responded blankly. When Cen Xue sat down on the bed with her shoulder beside her, he was still sniffing softly.
The scent of peach-scented shower gel lingers in the air.
It was also Cen Xue's scent.
*
Cen Xue's hair has grown a little longer and has been layered, so she can't just shake it around and keep it clean like before.
When Fu Rouyun used a hair dryer on him, he didn't dare to turn the wind speed to the maximum, and restrained himself to the softest and most comfortable warm air. He didn't even dare to touch his scalp with his fingers, as if applying a little force would hurt him.
For a moment, the only noise in the room was the buzzing of the hair dryer.
After a while, Cen Xue asked, "...?"
Fu Rouyun didn't hear clearly and turned off the hair dryer: "Brother, what did you say?"
Cen Xue didn't turn around: "I said, don't you have anything you want to ask me?"
"I don't want to ask anymore."
Fu Rouyun said, "I only remember the cake my brother gave me. I don't want to ask about anything else."
Cen Xue chuckled a few times: "That's true, it's not difficult to figure out what's going on. You're not stupid."
Whether she was not interested or didn't want to embarrass him, Fu Rouyun's silence was just right at this moment.
Compared with Lu Yanxi and Yan Pei, Cen Xue prefers to stay with him because it makes her feel more comfortable.
Cen Xue: "Thank you."
"Ever since I participated in the talent show, I've been thanking me," Fu Rouyun disagreed, "I'm not here because you owe me anything."
His voice trailed off: "I'm more afraid that you... hate me."
But Cen Xue heard it: "Hate you? How could that be?"
"Because I forced you to accompany me, that's why we encountered these things, right?"
But Cen Xue was so kind that she didn't take her anger out on him even so.
The more he was tolerated, the more resentful he felt. He would rather Cen Xue lose her temper. Fu Rouyun didn't know where he got a hint of competition from and continued to ask, "If I fought with others, would you hate me?"
Cen Xue: "No."
Fu Rouyun: "Robbery or fraud?"
Cen Xue: "No?"
Fu Rouyun: "Murder and arson?"
Cen Xue: "No way...right."
"Wait, wait a minute," Cen Xue said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "You wouldn't do that at all, why are you assuming?"
"I'm measuring."
Calculate Cen Xue's lower limit for him.
Fu Rouyun's thoughts were wandering. Since he had no problem with murder and arson, then there should be no problem with liking him.
All he could see was the back of Cen Xue's neck.
Slender, white, and defenseless.
I quietly used my palm to compare, and it seemed that I could fully grasp it with just a little force. My fingers circled around the side and touched the Adam's apple that slid slightly up and down as I swallowed.
He is very jealous.
The perspective of jealousy was once monopolized by Lu Yanxi.
When discussing with the production team that day, he watched the cut in which Cen Xue appeared. Because she was only a foreground extra in the early stages, many scenes focused on Lu Yanxi and other leading actors.
Perhaps it was the tacit understanding between rivals in love, he suddenly caught the moment when Lu Yanxi stared at Cen Xue's back.
There was something more special in his gaze.
So Fu Rouyun knew that it was not only Yan Pei who had some past with Cen Xue, but also Lu Yanxi.
Is he going to blame Cen Xue for hiding it?
But this was not Cen Xue's fault, and he was not anyone special to Cen Xue.
The only thing Fu Rouyun cared about was that compared to Yan Lu, he came too late and missed too much.
The aroma of peaches in front of the nose becomes stronger and stronger, and because of the residual steam, it gradually becomes like some kind of sweet peach juice.
He was getting closer and closer, and with just a slight lift of his chin he could kiss the smooth and delicate skin on the back of her neck.
It seems like we are stuck in some kind of tug-of-war.
Until Cen Xue whispered, "Didn't you turn off the hair dryer?"
Cen Xue still felt a slight warmth flowing across the back of her neck.
Fu Rouyun did not answer. He raised his eyes and stared at him just like Lu Yanxi did at that moment.
He was even expecting Cen Xue to turn around.
Turn around and find me.
But Cen Xue didn't move.
He just said, "Don't you want to play it anymore?"
Fu Rouyun seemed to have just woken up from a dream. He carefully moved away a little and then said, "Brother, let me help you put on the necklace."
"No need," Cen Xue stood up. "Since the hairdryer is turned off, I won't use it. It's almost done anyway."
He took off his necklace today for the first time in a long time.
Maybe because I’ve been sweating and putting on too much makeup recently, the material of the chain has changed a little bit, so I took it off when I took a shower to avoid it being damaged again by soaking in water.
Fu Rouyun knew that this necklace had been with Cen Xue for a long time, but he didn't know why.
He gripped the hairdryer, twisting the cord with his fingers.
When I was rejected just now, it seemed as if something else was also isolated.
When will he be the one to put the necklace on Cen Xue?
The screen of the mobile phone hidden in the pile of towels also lit up.
[Lu Yanxi]:
[I see. ]
[It's my fault that I made you unhappy.]
[As long as we can keep in touch, it doesn't matter if you hate me. I just think... maybe this way you'll think of me more.]
Later, Cen Xue saw the news.
Haha, man.
*
There are no off days in the draft.
The next day, the pace entered the next process at a tense pace - a round of performances.
Before that, the trainees will overturn the class settings and disrupt the reorganization.
Serving as the host of an important node, Yan Pei participated in the program recording intensively.
The basis for the second grouping is:
"The top twelve just announced, step out!"
Yan Pei stood in front of the trainees. Although they were all on flat ground, he had a sense of control as if he was looking down on everyone.
Just now, the program announced the voting rankings as of 24:00 yesterday.
Thanks to the hot search for Yan Lu in the first episode and the original script, Cen Xue and Fu Rouyun were among those who appeared.
Originally, because they were promoted to Class A and Class B, their training uniforms were different.
This time they were even more separated, Cen Xue was ninth and Fu Rouyun was eleventh.
The tenth place guy had too big pectoral muscles, while Cen Xue just happened to have a slender figure that was a bit like paper thin. Fu Rouyun glanced sideways frequently but couldn't see him.
Damn it, Fu Rouyun gritted his teeth secretly.
"In the first round of performances, there will be six songs. Two groups will compete against each other with the same song. The winner will be decided by on-site voting. All members of the winning team will receive a vote bonus."
Yan Pei continued, smiling maliciously.
"You don't think that the twelve of you are the captains of this detachment, do you?"
As soon as these words were spoken, one of the twelve trainees standing in the front row began to look nervous.
I dare not respond.
If he replied in the affirmative, he would seem a bit arrogant; if he replied in the negative, he would later come up with a headline: "Shocking! He actually openly contradicted his mentor?!"
Yan Pei patted the tall KT board behind him, the tracks were hidden by the outer sticker.
“Popularity is everything here.”
"Choose your team members starting from the first one, Li Mu!"
Li Mu was called out and stood beside Yan Pei at his gesture.
Yan Pei said: "From the second to the last place, all are your choices."
The fourth-ranked trainee couldn't help but ask, "If I get picked, does that mean I won't be able to choose my own song as captain?"
"You're quite smart," Yan Pei chuckled. "That's what I mean. Don't worry, people may not choose you yet."
The trainee immediately expressed his failure and became pale for a while.
He wanted to be the captain, but Li Mu didn't choose him. Doesn't that mean that Li Mu doesn't think highly of him? There must be trainees ranked after fourth in the team. Doesn't that mean that in Li Mu's eyes, he is not even as good as the ones in the back row!
Fu Rouyun's eyes lit up.
He tried to find Cen Xue with the smallest movement possible.
As if by telepathy, Cen Xue received the message and looked at him for a second.
A single second of gaze can carry a lot of information.
For example, Cen Xue read out: Choose me! Choose me! Choose me, choose me, choose me!
Cen Xue: "..."
It was too intense, and he couldn't bear it.
According to the rules, this is indeed possible. If Li Mu is willing, players ranked 2 to 6 can become his team members. However, for the sake of the show effect and their own reputation, everyone has their own limits.
But Cen Xue inexplicably felt that things were not that simple.
Especially when he deliberately avoided looking at Fu Rouyun and instead looked at Li Mu.
Cen Xue was stunned. Why was Li Mu staring at him?
Where else could these eyes look? If they moved further, they would only be looking at Yan Pei next to them, which would be even worse than looking at Li Mu.
Seeing Cen Xue like this, Li Mu seemed to have some misunderstandings.
Only a slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth - it was really very slight, but Cen Xue knew that he was smiling. Later, this expression was used as one of the identification pictures of Li Mu's smile.
"I've already chosen my first teammate."
The trainee KING, who swept the first place in the ratings, took the center position in the theme song, and won the first place in the first voting, announced his first choice under the spotlight.
"Cen Xue——"
He extended an inviting hand towards Cen Xue.
Fu Rouyun: “!!!”
Yan Pei: “?!!”
If attention can be transformed into substantial weight, Yan Pei and Fu Rouyun will compete for the first and second place.
Fu Rouyun was so angry that Li Mu ruined his plan.
He also didn't think Li Mu would choose him at the same time. Interpersonal relationships were mysterious. He had briefly met Li Mu when he was promoted to Class A. As younger trainees, their auras didn't mesh at first glance.
Maybe it’s because their target is Cen Xue.
Although the nature is different.
But Yan Pei’s thoughts were much simpler.
The moment Li Mu called out Cen Xue's name, Fu Rouyun's provocation flashed through his mind.
'So he likes my youth, doesn't he?'
Depend on……!
Even though Yan Pei didn't take it seriously, the sense of crisis still followed him like a shadow.
Admit it, when the mysterious evil voice sounded, you just felt that he had equal charm, which was entirely possible.
Taking great pains to control his expression, Yan Pei said emphatically, "It seems you are very clear."
Li Mu ignored it all: "Yes."
Cen Xue: "..."
Wow, he's already tired before the performance even begins.
Li Mu did not hesitate at all. After Cen Xue walked to his side, he announced the names of the remaining four people.
As expected, he did not choose the fourth place, nor did he choose Fu Rouyun.
The lowest ranking can be traced back to 60th place, which shows that he is not affected by the data at all and has his own plan.
The competition systems of all auditions are similar. Cen Xue guessed that he had probably been observing everyone since the rating stage, looking for and mastering the optimal formation for the first team.
Hiss, it’s so terrifying!
In the end, Chen Xiaohe and Fu Rouyun were both selected as sixth place.
Chen Xiaohe: "It's great that we can work hard together."
Fu Rouyun was filled with low pressure: "Really? It seems that we have different definitions of this word."
Chen Xiaohe: “…Ah?”
Woohoo, why did he become fierce again in the next second? He thought Fu Rouyun’s favorability had increased.
This was not the time when Fu Rouyun was in the worst mood.
Because there is no worst, only worse.
Refers to the subsequent announcement and competition for tracks——
His captain and Li Mu competed for the same song.
And...it's Yan Pei's song.
In other words, he and Cen Xue were going to compete on the same stage singing Yan Pei's songs.
#Are any of us truly happy?#
…
Maybe there is.
Li Mu was extremely satisfied with his choice.
"Wardrobe" is one of the tracks in Yan Pei's first album after he won the No. 1 spot on the annual Golden Melody Chart for the first time.
This album includes songs that Yan Pei did not release during her amateur period. As soon as it was released, it dominated the major charts. "Wardrobe" even set a record of being the number one listener for 432 days.
It is very popular, widely sung, has a suitable style, and can handle difficulty levels.
Teammate A: "I just practiced this song before the show..."
Teammate B: "Who doesn't know a few words? Great, now we have a clue."
"I heard he wrote this song for his mom. Did you know, I heard his mom is—" Teammate C gossiped, "The super-popular singer from the 90s, Yan Yanfei!"
Teammate D: "I saw someone mention it, the red silk dress on the album cover is Strictly Famous' most famous outfit, it's even on my grandma's calendar."
Teammate A: "Frog fun, that feels pretty easy to fully master. Actually, I miss my mom a little too."
Indeed, compared to the tangled love songs, the feelings for mother are the easiest to sing.
Li Mufang communicated with his teammates and got to know each other.
Although he also doesn't like these gossips, promoting mutual integration is indeed the fastest way.
In the company, he is the captain of the trainees. Li Mu is born with a sense of responsibility, which is why everyone is convinced even if he does not appear too enthusiastic.
He found his lone teammate and asked, "Are you okay? You look a little rundown, are you under a lot of pressure?"
Cen Xue shook her head at Li Mu: "It's okay, I might have a little low blood sugar."
"Don't be too picky about food," Li Mu said. "The fat-reducing meal isn't delicious, but it's just enough to provide the calorie base we need. You've lost a lot of weight. If you really don't want to eat broccoli, trade it for mine and get something you like."
Cen Xue was a little surprised to be cared for by a sixteen-year-old minor.
He even knew that he didn't like broccoli.
Even willing to exchange meals.
Li Mu's expression was full of sincerity, without a trace of impurities.
Cen Xue was comforted and laughed, "No need, the captain said so, I won't be picky about food."
In fact, what he was thinking had nothing to do with what Li Mu said.
He just wanted to...refute what his teammates said.
"Wardrobe"--
It was a song that Yan Pei wrote with his company.
But he had already thrown away the identity that he could talk about openly.
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