Chapter 6 Chapter 6 How many good brothers do you have?
Cen Xue came out of the room, and Class D fell silent for a moment.
I was completely unaware of this and even tilted my head towards everyone's gaze, with a natural look that said "What's wrong?" written all over my face.
"Trainee Cen Xue," the backstage reminder said, "Do you need a tissue?"
"Tissue? Oh."
Cen Xue turned around and saw herself in the mirror. She casually smoothed out some of her hair and explained, "I'm just frustrated because I can't sing. It's okay. Newbies just need to go through more hardships."
The tone was as nonchalant as "going downstairs to throw away the trash."
But there was no way to ignore his terrible complexion and messy hair.
When he went in, he was still in good spirits, but when he came out, he was completely different. It is hard to imagine how much hell he had to endure in there, as if he had gone crazy.
Sure enough, Yan Pei didn't give him any face at all!
Everyone in Class D was in despair, and the atmosphere suddenly became even more tense. They were so busy practicing that they had no time to care about others.
If it weren't for the camera, Fu Rouyun would have checked Cen Xue from head to toe.
He acted as if the mirror had never existed, claiming Cen Xue couldn't see him. He immediately offered to personally style his hair. He smoothed it like he was defusing a bomb, using both hands to adjust it left and right, meticulously ensuring every strand was in the right place.
Cen Xue saw how nervous he was.
Was she too focused, or was she too afraid to look at him? He didn't look scary, did he?
But no matter what...
His tense shoulders relaxed: "You're still nice to me."
"Y-Really?"
Fu Rouyun's facial features were stiff, but when he heard it, he wanted to laugh again because it was so beautiful. He made a broken expression, and the corners of his mouth were twitching. He stood out among the group of trainees who were humming with their heads down.
The fixed camera starts to move and focus on him.
Cen Xue slapped his face and flattened the corners of his mouth with her thumbs.
"Pay attention to your facial expressions," Cen Xue said, "and know when to stop. Is my hair something precious? Do you know what I'll look like if I keep this up?"
Fu Rouyun's eyes widened: "What does it look like..."
Cen Xue: "Like a little monkey catching lice."
"Brother, I didn't mean that," Fu Rouyun panicked for a second, "I don't think of you as an old monkey."
"...Thank you," Cen Xue said with a deathly smile, "for specifically pointing out the things I deliberately omitted."
He patted Fu Rouyun's head as if to teach him a lesson. The force was not strong, but the sound was very crisp.
It's a good start.
If you have the conditions, you might as well practice singing hard. Cen Xue can't guarantee that Yan Pei will not vent his anger on Fu Rouyun.
Later, several more trainees came out of the room covered in dust and dirt. None of them could maintain their composure. They all exuded the despair and shame of wanting to die but unable to.
"He, he, he said my high notes sounded like hanging..."
"You're better off then. He said my vocal range is no longer within the range that dogs can hear."
"What's the meaning?"
"It means even dogs won't listen."
"Then why are you asking me if I've watched too much of 'Empresses in the Palace' and it's caused me to become An Lingrong? The only thing missing is Baojuan."
"It's over. I'm that Baojuan."
An Lingrong and Baojuan found their long-lost friends and cried bitterly.
Cen Xue: "..."
He could only say sorry in his heart.
Soon, it was Fu Rouyun's turn.
When his name was called, he jumped up. Cen Xue only had time to touch his calf and said, "Keep going."
Fu Rouyun, who was about to jog in, suddenly felt his legs go weak and he went in staggeringly.
The people in Class D, who were unaware of the truth, thought he was so nervous that they raised their fists and shouted "Go ahead!" The camera faithfully recorded this scene.
It is said that when this segment was broadcast later, Class D was called the most humorous and team-spirited class because Class A was too strong, Class BC was average, and Class F didn't dare to speak at all. It was even more exciting than Boruto.
It can be called the useless hot-blooded type.
Fu Rouyun: ...
He felt there was some misunderstanding.
There were no tables or chairs in the classroom. Everyone sat on the floor in groups of three or four, cross-legged, hugging their knees, or even lying down. There was a person sleeping in the corner, but he was already photographed full of footage.
Cen Xue looked around, found a position with her back to all the cameras, and stretched her wrists.
Yan Pei's strength... was really too great. His wrist had been aching since he came out. Cen Xue had to wait until Fu Rouyun went to test him before she could check what was going on.
He originally wore a white wrist guard on his wrist.
Just as she was about to take off the wristband, Cen Xue discovered something wrong.
The originally pure white area was now stained with a few irregular drops of blood.
Freshly red.
It was like the blurry, swaying shadow of Yan Pei's red mole.
Cen Xue closed her eyes tightly, and her vision became clear again.
The blood... was left by Yan Pei.
After thinking about it, from the beginning to the end, the only possibility of injury was that the uncapped pen tip pierced his palm when he put his hand on the table.
Doesn't that guy feel any pain?
I'm afraid that with the excitement of the blood boiling just now, I can't tell the difference between pain and excitement at all.
Cen Xue sighed and turned the wristband over to avoid being discovered.
But once the skin underneath was exposed, the redness had long since faded, leaving fingerprints that were more shocking than the blood.
Yan Pei's palms were very big, and the length of his fingers alone could cover his wrists. Cen Xue lifted her fingertips and lightly scratched the fingerprints with the edge of her nails, leaving a whitish mark.
"Huh, I finally found an opportunity."
Suddenly, there was a gust of air pressing down beside her, and Cen Xue hid her hands behind her back.
"Long time no see, do you still remember me?" The uninvited person greeted familiarly, "I didn't expect you to change your name, Xu Lin——"
The man only realized what was happening after he cried out and apologized, "No, no, I should call you Cen Xue. Do you remember me? You even had dinner at my house when you were in junior high school."
*
The reason why a secret is a secret is that the owner of the secret does not want more people to know its existence.
Yan Pei's logic was correct. He was afraid that his unstable nature would lead to unbearable consequences. Instead of passively bearing the hidden dangers and threats, it would be better to find Lu Yanxi, who was more cooperative and easier to talk to, to make a move first and catch him off guard.
But if——
Was there a fourth person who knew the secret from the very beginning?
Then all the worries and considerations before and after will no longer matter.
Cen Xue adjusted her position so that her body was more inclined towards the newcomer, and her body language seemed proactive.
He looked at the other person's face, which was mostly unfamiliar, but he said his name clearly: "Long time no see, Chen Xiaohe."
If you participate in a talent show and the probability of meeting your ex-boyfriend is 100%, then the possibility of reuniting with other old friends must be not too low.
As luck would have it, there was one right in front of me, and we were both assigned to Class D.
Even the level is the same.
*
Cen Xue remembered the name Chen Xiaohe very clearly.
When he was in junior high school, his family was short of money. They didn't pay for his meals and wouldn't let him go home to eat.
He said that going back and forth at noon was a waste of time and affected his studies, but when he found out that his mother had secretly given him two extra buns in the morning, the middle-aged man, who was still nominally the "father", dragged him out of the house and kicked him from the fourth-floor platform to the second floor.
He had originally stopped on the third floor, but when he stood up he felt dizzy and lost his balance, so he rolled back half a floor.
Fortunately, I am lucky. Apart from nausea and vomiting and external injuries, I have no other problems.
Although I only learned it was called a concussion when I grew up.
Cen Xue's homeroom teacher at the time was named Chen. Seeing his injuries, he took him to the school clinic. He never mentioned the payment again and simply said, "Come to my office after fourth period. Do you hear me?"
After school at noon, the head teacher took him to his home.
She handed him a set of bowls and chopsticks. "Come to my place for lunch during this period. Have you memorized the road and house number? If you can't find me in the office, just knock on the door. Chen Xiaohe will be out of school early and will open the door for you."
Chen Xiaohe, her son.
He was a chubby kid who attended the elementary school next door. He had a chubby figure and a tough personality. It was the first time Cen Xue had ever heard her homeroom teacher yell at her so fiercely, "Chen, Xiao, He—" that she was so frightened that she almost didn't dare to pick up any food.
Seeing him like this, Chen Xiaohe would say: "Mom, you scared Brother Xu Lin."
As he said that, he gave him a chicken leg.
After lunch, Cen Xue and Chen Xiaohe slept in the same bed. He couldn't sleep, and the latter also had difficulty taking a nap.
Chen Xiaohe: "Brother, can we secretly watch "Story Club"?
Cen Xue: "...Can you understand all the words above?"
"No," the little fat boy laughed, "I want to look at the picture above."
Cen Xue: "Why don't you take a look at the wrong questions in your homework? If there's anything you don't understand, I'll teach you."
The little fat boy stopped laughing.
"I ended up staying up all afternoon studying. I even finished the top ten on the final exam, and my mom stopped beating me."
A few years later, Chen Xiaohe, who also participated in the talent show, lost all his fat and became a handsome guy. However, his personality remained the same, and he became naughty and tough.
He happily reminisced, "But my mom, to thank you, asked you to make a wish for a reward. Why did you wish for 'a parent's permission to not attend the parent-teacher conference'? You're so scared of that, being the top student in your class?"
After saying this, he seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing.
Trainees...all join the company at a young age, the earlier the better. Eighteen years old is considered too old now.
So objectively speaking, the average educational level is quite terrible.
In his mind, the arrogant Cen Xue should now be shaking her red wine glass and laughing like an old money man in the meeting.
Cen Xue was amused by his gasp and quickly waved her hand to indicate that it was okay.
"It's a pity that Teacher Chen was later transferred, and I never saw you again." He said to smooth things over, "You should have recognized me a long time ago, why did you come only now?"
The careless Chen Xiaohe never thought about why Cen Xue didn't take the initiative to look for him.
He nodded, looking embarrassed. "I didn't perform well in the evaluation yesterday. I broke three high notes. I was in a bad mood and I was too embarrassed to see anyone."
No wonder.
"And it's not that I don't want to look for you, it's just that Fu Rouyun next to you is too overbearing."
Cen Xue was curious: "Domineering?"
"Yes, didn't you notice?"
Chen Xiaohe gestured with his hands and feet, "Actually, a lot of people in your group are paying attention. Last night, my roommate said he wanted to be friends with you, but as soon as he got close, Fu Rouyun glared at him like he was protecting his food. His eyes were so cruel and cold, and he was completely unkind."
"Brother, your teammate is very fierce. I will have a chance to find you and recognize you as my relative only after he leaves."
Cen Xue: "...?"
Wait, Fu Rouyun—so fierce? So cruel? So cold?
Cen Xue thought that these phrases had nothing to do with Fu Rouyun.
But after Chen Xiaohe said that, he realized that there was indeed no other figure around him, and the only person breathing was Fu Rouyun.
So it’s not that he has bad relationships, it’s that he did it on purpose…?
Cen Xue rubbed her chin and suddenly realized that there was a slight deviation in Fu Shao's image.
Are you possessive of your playmates? Are you feeling insecure and jealous of your friends and the company of others because you are surrounded by strangers?
Speaking of jealousy, last night's questioning -
"elder brother."
A pair of familiar hands embraced Cen Xue from behind.
Cen Xue subconsciously wanted to look up, but Fu Rouyun's chin was resting on the top of his head, and he could only vaguely see a little bit of the milky golden hair ends.
Fu Rouyun did not deliberately squat down to match Cen Xue's sitting posture. Compared with him, he seemed a little taller, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The difference in body shape was particularly obvious.
Fu Rouyun's voice came from above, with a strong sour tone:
"Why does he call you brother? How can anyone be so affectionate? Are they all your good brothers? But brother, you were originally with me."
Cen Xue nodded, having reached a conclusion.
It turns out that he is worried that his playmate will make other friends.
Facing Fu Rouyun's aggressive and targeted gaze, Chen Xiaohe said: "..."
No! Absolutely not!
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