Chapter 52
At this time in the practice room on the other side.
Tang Yanning lowered his head and used a glasses cloth to wipe the gold-wire frame that had been as clean as it could be. Song Lai sat next to him with a calm face. In his hand was a copy of the colorful and dazzling "Flash Marriage Contract Wife: Mr. President, Love Unbridled" and he was seriously studying the climax of the book.
The room was silent for a moment, leaving Li Sheng in the corner shivering in silence as he looked towards the window sill, where stood a tall, thin, and aloof figure.
The cold figure was now concentrating on tying the tulle curtains beside the window. He wrapped the tail end around the top and tied a strong knot, making the whole curtain into a ring.
After finishing the action, he held the circular knot he had just tied in both hands, looked left and right, examined it carefully, and then nodded with satisfaction.
Finally, he took two steps back and looked at his perfect work, which was as perfect as a hanging rope, swaying gently in the wind outside the window. Bathed in the bright sunshine, he gradually opened his arms.
Then, the entire practice room was filled with a rhythmic and powerful super voice loudspeaker, loud enough to shred everyone's eardrums:
My shining future!
The other three didn't dare to move.
Song Lai lowered his head and turned another page of the cheesy Mary Sue novel in his hand. He shook his head and sighed, "Sure enough, a relationship that torments each other will only shorten my life. It would be more reliable to study more about how to make old men drop gold coins."
Chu Yu hadn't finished his madness yet, he walked forward again and patted the curtain knot in the shape of a hanging rope kindly. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that his handicraft skills had reached the pinnacle.
[It's neither too big nor too small, the size is just right, perfect for hanging.]
Teacher Zhao in my mind: "..."
His host has been insane since he woke up this morning. To make an analogy, it's like a computer infected with a virus. You don't know what nonsense he's talking about, but you know he's definitely talking nonsense.
Some practice rooms may appear quiet on the surface, but are actually so noisy that everyone is almost numb.
The blue screen computer was in a state where it would spit out a bunch of garbled code at the slightest provocation, so Teacher Zhao was very cautious when poking him: "Baby, let's calm down. In fact, when your mind is open, the whole world will be bright..."
Didi, triggering the keyword, "spirit".
[I'm in a pretty good mental state. I'm in a pretty good mental state. I'm in a pretty good mental state. Yes, yes, I'm not crazy, am I crazy, am I not crazy, am I crazy!]
Along with the crazy inner voice, Chu Yu gave him a calm reply: Is that so?
Teacher Zhao didn't dare to speak.
Tang Yanning couldn't wipe his glasses anymore. He raised his head and looked at Chu Yu cautiously: "Ah Yu, Teacher Ji will come over later to check on our practice results. It's important for us to adjust our mindset and be prepared."
Chu Yu paused while leaning against the windowsill and looking out, as if he didn't expect the other party to suddenly speak to him. He didn't know how to respond for a moment, so he nodded lightly.
Then his inner voice:
You're right, but you didn't consider the force distribution of the fan switch. That's why Wolfy goes to the Sheep Village to catch sheep regardless of whether it's sunny or rainy. Even though Tom is always bullied by Jack, SpongeBob still likes to ask Patrick to catch jellyfish. Can't these well-founded facts be presented to Sheriff Black Cat in court?
"..." Tang Yanning was amazed at Chu Yu's extensive knowledge of cartoons. He silently stretched out his hand and clapped his hands. Then he lowered his head and zipped his mouth, intending to follow the same principle of silence as Song Lai.
But Song Lai was obviously unaware of it. He even frowned, shook his legs, and muttered to himself while reading the book:
"Is there really such a domineering boss who, after making his wife so angry that he couldn't sleep, spent the night buying a bunch of luxury cars, villas, and luxury goods to please her? When will the country assign me one?"
Li Sheng cautiously moved closer, wanting to watch it with Song Lai: "What does a little overbearing president mean?"
Song Lai: "Those who own seven companies, eight factories, and nine villas in Hong Kong usually don't have much ability, but they have money. After inheriting the family business, they become a wealthy and stupid boss."
Mr. Li nodded, not quite understanding.
Song Lai covered her chest and said, "I really want luxury cars, jewelry, bags, and a big house. If God allows me to meet a man like this, I will definitely cherish him, and then pretend to be angry when he bullies me, so that I can receive a Rolls-Royce Phantom and the latest Bulgari from him."
While he was sighing in one place, the other person was staring blankly at the window glass with his chin in his hand. Chu Yu's profile when he was quiet was actually very atmospheric and had a sense of story. Just taking a photo with some filters could make it an artistic photo.
But this did not stop him from continuing to blast out crazy messages through his loud speaker:
You said it well, but I think it's not as good as the Ansai waist drum! What a great Ansai waist drum! Once it's struck, it becomes fierce, unrestrained, and life-threatening! Hundreds of young men carrying drums on their backs, like hundreds of rocks repeatedly struck by a strong earthquake, dance wildly before you! Like a torrential downpour, the drum beats are rapid; like a whirlwind, the tassels are flying!
Song Lai suddenly heard footsteps approaching from afar. He raised his head sharply and looked towards the door with a familiar look: "Oh, Luo Jiayu, you're finally here."
Didi, trigger keyword, "Luojiayu".
…The computer screen went black and I couldn’t even go crazy.
The room fell into dead silence again.
A wealthy and foolish prince whose family owns seven companies, eight factories and nine villas was cautiously peeking outside the door at this moment, with two bags of French fries he had just bought from the system mall in his pockets as an apology. When he saw the familiar figure, his first reaction was to take two steps back and hide outside the corridor, then he lowered his head and pursed his lips, feeling a tightness in his chest.
The next second, someone tapped his shoulder, neither lightly nor heavily: "What are you doing standing here? Why don't you go in quickly?"
He turned around and saw that it was Ji Fengzhu.
The instructor entered the practice room one after the other. There was an elder in front of him giving him instructions and lectures, and he never had the chance to take the initiative to talk to that person.
The two of them, one leaning against the door and the other sitting in the corner, were just separated by the farthest diagonal distance in the entire practice room. They were blocked by Ji Fengzhu who was talking incessantly in the middle, like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl separated by the Milky Way.
Almost from the moment Luo Jiayu entered the room, the other teammates all felt something was wrong——
The two of them, who usually stick together like conjoined twins, eating, training, and sleeping, didn't even exchange glances today. Chu Yu hugged her knees and stared straight at the wall in front of her, her expression as blank as if the hard drive memory had just been cleared.
Luo Jiayu leaned against the door like a boneless person, sometimes looking up at the sky, sometimes looking down at the ground, and occasionally twirling the bracelet on his wrist, but he just wouldn't turn his head, no matter what.
"Do you understand? If you do, then demonstrate it to me now. You, the two of you, sing the climax together again."
They all knew who Ji Fengzhu pointed out without him having to mention their names.
The duet part needed to be sung face to face, and eye contact was inevitable in the middle. Luo Jiayu took the microphone and walked forward. This time he did not turn on the screen, nor did he throw away the lyrics paper. Instead, he looked normal after a period of depression.
He adjusted his tune, and after getting ready, he looked up at the person opposite him.
Chu Yu was also looking at him, having completed the preparations faster than him. When his eyes met the other person's, the latter's eyes looked very calm.
It was so calm as if nothing had happened.
The two began to sing a duet, starting with the secret crush's confession and ending with the secret crush's confession of his feelings. Throughout the whole process, Ji Fengzhu didn't notice anything unusual from their gazes, and even nodded approvingly:
"Good. Your eye contact is much more professional than yesterday. It doesn't distract from the performance anymore. You can tell it's been practiced."
"Luo Jiayu." He turned his head, and the latter was suddenly awakened by his sudden shout.
"I want to compliment you. Your eyes are on point. You just need to be more restrained, more affectionate, and more devout. You've finally got your grip on your feelings right. Keep it up, and don't go back to your deadpan self from yesterday."
Luo Jiayu said absentmindedly, "Oh," and said, "Thank you, Master."
"As for Chu Yu." Ji Fengzhu's mind turned again, "I want to talk about you. Why are you more like a robot than yesterday? Your skills and singing skills can't make up for it. Don't be so cold, be gentle."
Chu Yu put down the phone with a blank and indifferent look in his eyes, then said "hmm" softly.
Ji Fengzhu was very sad when he saw this: Can the child be saved?
Seeing this, Luo Jiayu pinched the box of French fries in his pocket and became even more sad: Is there any hope for me?
The guidance and training lasted until noon. The two had no communication throughout the morning. Everyone present, including Ji Fengzhu, realized at this time: the two seemed to be having a quarrel.
After finally making it to the lunch break, Luo Jiayu was about to say something when he, Chu Yu and Song Lai were packed up by the staff and taken away to record an intermission interview. They didn't even have time to eat.
However, they were not even escorted by the same staff, so he still couldn't find a chance to talk to Chu Yu alone. Instead, all the trainees he met along the way had the same reaction when they saw him: "Are you and Chu Yu having a fight?"
Outside the studio, Wei Ziyu had just finished an interview and came out of the room. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Luo Jiayu waiting outside alone. He subconsciously asked, "Where's Chu Yu? He's not with you?"
The sprayer gave him a sinister look and said nothing.
Immediately, the memory of the other party stealing his main dance part and center position and even pulling his childhood friend to open the screen for him came flooding back. He sighed and walked past the other party's world while speaking vaguely in a volume that was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for the other party to hear:
"I should go find Jiang Chenglu. He's still waiting for me in the dressing room."
The guy behind me was stunned for a second, then he quickly adjusted his expression and put on a mask of indifference.
Wei Ziyu left. Luo Jiayu turned around and saw Fu Hansong walking towards him.
Fu Hansong: "Hey, where's Chu Yu?"
Before he could answer, Fu Hansong said, "Oh, did you have a fight?"
The troll was extremely upset and said, "Get lost."
Fu Hansong took off his sunglasses, revealing his husky-like eyes: "Huh?"
Fu Hansong kept this expression as he walked sideways past him. Luo Jiayu felt more aggrieved than ever before. He turned around again and saw Xue Liu and Lu Yiyang walking towards him side by side.
Lu Yiyang's hand was still on his childhood sweetheart's shoulder. When he saw him, his eyes lit up and he waved. He couldn't wait to share with him the new ideas Xue Liu had taught him this morning: "Good afternoon. I didn't think clearly this morning. I just understood after listening to Xue Liu's explanation. So you and Xiao Yu had a fight?"
Xue Liu stomped hard on the instep of the person next to him, and politely bowed to Luo Jiayu amidst a scream: "I'm sorry, I'm just a kid and didn't know any better. I was just joking. Please don't mind it."
"It's okay, and I wish you a happy marriage."
Xue Liu didn't react: "Huh?"
The blushing Xue Liu was pulled away by Lu Yiyang, who had a sore foot, leaving Luo Jiayu alone to continue waiting outside the interview room.
He waited and waited until a staff member suddenly came out from the door to inform him that the recording equipment had suddenly broken down and asked him to come back to re-record it tomorrow at noon.
Luo Jiayu didn't take it to heart. After responding, he seemed to remember something and walked quickly towards the dressing room.
In the dressing room on the other side, Chu Yu was almost asleep leaning against the dressing chair. When she heard the noise, she opened her eyes and found it was Jiang Chenglu.
Little White Flower smiled softly. When she saw him after entering, she whispered something softly. He thought it was a greeting, but he heard it instead: "Why isn't Luo Jiayu with you?"
They had just not been together for a short while, and a bunch of people gathered around to ask questions, as if the whole world knew that they were having a quarrel.
Chu Yu didn't know what she answered: "He left first."
"Oh." Little White Flower nodded thoughtfully, "So why isn't he with you?"
Before Chu Yu could come up with something new, a familiar youthful, overbearing voice rang out from outside the door: "Are you there? Xiaolu?"
Jiang Chenglu stood up immediately after hearing this and said hello to Chu Yu before leaving: "Wei Ziyu is here to see me. I'm leaving now. Bye."
"By the way, the cameraman asked me to inform you that today's recording has been temporarily suspended. We will come back tomorrow. You should go back early too."
Chu Yu nodded, thinking that was great. He would just take a nap where he was and talk about it later.
The chair in the dressing room is very comfortable to lie on.
If my life is a mess, I will sleep, or at worst I will hang myself.
...But he didn't fall asleep in the end. The door of the dressing room was very old and it creaked when it was opened, so he knew when someone came in.
After the person came in, he gently locked the door. He could tell who it was just by hearing the footsteps. He silently opened his eyes, stood up, and backed away to the window. His subconscious reaction was to pull the curtain next to him to cover himself completely.
When Luo Jiayu raised his eyes, he saw a silent little mushroom squatting by the windowsill. He couldn't tell anything from the expression on his face, and he couldn't guess what his childhood friend was thinking. He could only move carefully towards his childhood friend little by little.
As he slowly moved forward, he took out two insulated bags of chips from his pocket and said tentatively, "Ten years of life and death?"
Chu Yu slowly raised her eyes and looked at him, as if she had finally regained her focus: "Five years of life and death are just an uncertain time."
"Two orioles singing in the green willows?"
"Three orioles playing Landlord."
"Returning from Jiangling, a thousand miles away, in one day?"
"Returning from Jiangling, a thousand miles away, in ten days."
"Genius!" Luo Jiayu stretched out an empty hand to Chu Yu.
Chu Yu quickly curled the corners of his mouth and stretched out his hand to shake hands with his childhood friend.
Can we make peace?
"...This is for you." Luo Jiayu handed over the fries, then began to dig into his pocket with great effort, pulling out a small bag of colorful fruit candies, "And this!"
Chu Yu's eyes lit up when he saw the French fries. He took them, opened the box, and began to slowly put them into his mouth one by one. While chewing, he watched his childhood friend continue to search his pockets.
"For you." Luo Jiayu touched something that felt similar and took it out. It turned out to be fresh wildflowers he had picked from the roadside this morning. He immediately put it back in a panic, "It's not this, I got the wrong one!"
As he spoke, he took out a small honey cake from his pocket, which he had just exchanged for heat points; Chu Yu seemed to be interested in his pocket, which was like a treasure chest of Doraemon, and stared at his movements intently to see what else he could take out.
Luo Jiayu took out a bunch of snacks and desserts one after another, placed them in front of Chu Yu, and then carefully glanced at his childhood friend's face. He felt that the other person's mood should have improved a lot.
So he curled his lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally put his arm around Chu Yu's shoulders: "Let's go eat something later, you decide, it's my treat."
Chu Yu's chewing was momentarily slow when he held her in his arms, but she quickly regained her usual relaxed posture, lowering her head and scooping out a piece of cake with a small spoon.
"It's all fine. We'll just roll the dice when the time comes."
"I had the fried buns at window number 8 this morning. They were awful. I won't be able to forget the taste for three days."
The two chatted idly, as if the previous awkwardness was an illusion, and they were still good brothers who could have fun together as soon as they opened their eyes.
"The breakfast at that place is always terrible." Chu Yu murmured, her eyes still fixed on the small cake in her hand. Her eyelids were slightly drooping, and her thick, curly eyelashes were particularly eye-catching when she looked at him from the side. "And I..."
Chu Yu suddenly felt a heat on his ears, and he was completely stunned. He subconsciously shrank away, keeping a distance of more than one meter between himself and Luo Jiayu.
The instantaneous touch instantly burned his entire face. From Luo Jiayu's perspective, Chu Yu's face was red from the roots to the tips of his ears, and he looked at himself with astonishment.
One of Luo Jiayu's hands was still hanging in the air. He didn't seem to react, and his expression was a little dazed: "There is dust on your ear. I want to help you remove it..."
The voice gradually became quieter as he spoke, because his ears were starting to burn.
He lowered his head, looked away, pursed his lips, and felt a tightness in his chest.
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