At 1:30 a.m., Jin He pushed open the dormitory door. The room was still pitch black. He was exhausted and just wanted to take his medicine and go to sleep. He didn't know what time he would get up tomorrow. Just as he picked up his mouthwash cup to brush his teeth, he heard a very suppressed sob coming from the bathroom.
Jin He: "???"
Am I hallucinating from exhaustion?
He took two more steps forward, and his crying became even more unrestrained. He had been somewhat restrained before, but now he was crying out loud. Could it be that some unclean thing had sneaked in?
Who's crying over there? Jin He picked up the thermos on the table.
He reached out and turned on the bathroom light. Pushing open the door, he saw Ji Feng sitting on the toilet, sobbing uncontrollably. The trash can was overflowing with tissues used to wipe his tears. Perhaps because he was suddenly disturbed, Ji Feng froze with tears in his eyes. When he saw that it was Jin He, he hurriedly wiped away his tears and prepared to leave. "Sorry, please wash up first."
Jin He casually placed the cup on the sink and asked, "What's wrong, little one? Are you homesick?"
"No."
It seemed that this had brought up something painful for Ji Feng, and his eyes immediately filled with tears again. He said in a wronged tone, "It's nothing."
"You can vent to me in private, I won't tell anyone else." Jin He squeezed toothpaste onto her toothbrush and raised her chin. "Quick, the emotional dumping ground is ready."
"You...you're not going to tell anyone?"
"I definitely won't tell anyone."
"It's just that, it was today..." Ji Feng couldn't hold back any longer, "When our group was dividing up the parts today, I didn't get anything. I even tried to get some myself, and even though I danced better, I didn't get anything. I was like a backup dancer..."
Jin He thought about it carefully and realized that Ji Feng seemed to have been chosen by Xu Yuxiang. It seemed that their group was full of people from Xu Yuxiang's company. Although it was unethical for them to band together and exclude outsiders, it was also normal.
"What should I do? What if I don't get any screen time during the first performance? I'm doomed! My ranking wasn't high to begin with, what am I going to do..." Ji Feng, a big guy, cried pitifully. "Then I'll be eliminated! That won't do! I just bragged to my mom that I was going to be on TV, what am I going to do..."
For a moment, the only sounds in the bathroom were Ji Feng's crying and Jin He's loud brushing of his teeth. Jin He finished brushing his teeth first, gave him time to cry for a while, and then said, "To be honest, there's really nothing we can do about it. No one can interfere with your group's part-sharing. Even An Yi won't get involved unless there's a very good reason."
Ji Feng cried even louder. "I... I know there's no way, but I'm just not reconciled. I clearly danced better."
“Indeed, but if you’re really so fixated on this, you can train hard first, hone your skills to the point where you can wait for that opportunity.” Jin He shrugged. “Since you’re in this line of work, these things are inevitable.”
Ji Feng, a muscular man, cried pitifully.
“But don’t we all have individual individual camera shots?” Jin He said. “You can perform well and shine in your individual camera shot. It won’t hurt you to practice more. Besides, even if you don’t believe the production team, you have to believe An Yi.”
“If he finds that the division of labor in your group is really affecting the stage, he will suggest that you redistribute the labor,” Jin He said. “But if you don’t perform well and An Yi doesn’t notice you, then you don’t need to complain. It just means that you don’t deserve to be saved by others.”
Although the words were hurtful, they were reasonable. An Yi couldn't possibly reassign a part to an unknown student for no reason.
“Unless I perform better than everyone else in the group, Teacher An will not notice me,” Ji Feng murmured.
“Yes,” Jin He said while washing her face.
"I understand." Ji Feng stood up abruptly, wiped away his tears, and rushed out the door without looking back. Jin He only had time to wash her face before she saw the bathroom door swaying back and forth, but the person was long gone.
young people.
Jin He shook his head and was wiping his face with a towel when a series of heavy footsteps sounded again. Ji Feng rushed in and grabbed his hand: "Brother Xiao He! I've seen your previous performances, so if you have time, could you give me some pointers!"
As if afraid Jin He would disagree, he grabbed his hand and shook it up and down, like a meeting between national leaders. He solemnly said, "You've eaten chaff before!"
Jin He: "..."
That brat really knows how to talk.
After seeing Ji Feng off, Jin He finally climbed into bed at two in the morning. For the sake of his health, he even took out a blood pressure monitor and a pulse oximeter from his suitcase. Seeing that the readings weren't too bad, he felt relieved and went to bed with two pillows.
"Brother Xiaohe! Brother Xiaohe!" Fang Xiaoke climbed to Jin He's bedside again and reached out to push him. Jin He suddenly woke up from his dream and took a heavy breath.
"What's wrong with you? I called you several times but you didn't wake up," Fang Xiaoke grumbled. "It's already seven o'clock. Let's get ready, have some breakfast, and then go to training. Wen Lian is choreographing the dance today, so it'll probably be a lot of exercise..."
Fang Xiaoke muttered as she walked forward. When she turned around, she saw Jin He still leaning against her bed, his brows furrowed, his face pale, his eyes slightly closed, and his body trembling slightly. It seemed that he couldn't get up even if he wanted to.
He sighed, skillfully took a piece of red date candy from Jin He's cabinet, climbed up to the upper bunk, and stuffed it into Jin He's mouth. After he calmed down for a while, Jin He slowly opened his eyes.
How are you?
"Much better."
"Brother Xiaohe, if you're in such poor health, why did you insist on participating in this program? You said you couldn't possibly stay up all night here, and look how uncomfortable you are."
Jin He wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, slowly sat up, and said, "There's nothing I can do."
Moreover, even today, some people still have expectations of him, and Jin He naturally doesn't want to disappoint them.
Consider this a farewell.
“Okay, but let’s switch places. You can sleep on the lower bunk from now on. I’ll tell the staff in a bit.” Fang Xiaoke stood on the ground, supporting Jin He. “What if you fall down like this one time?”
"good."
"When you go to the cafeteria later, you have to drink a bowl of millet porridge slowly. You can't gulp it down in one go. You have to drink it slowly."
Jin He chuckled: "Are you trying to fool me like a child?"
"No, no." Fang Xiaoke casually picked up a bottle of yogurt from the table and stuffed it into Jin He's backpack. "Here, keep this for when you're hungry. We're going to eat later, and you can't just eat a bite or two at a time. You'll be doing a lot of exercise today!"
Jin He: "..."
How come I never noticed how talkative this kid was before?
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