Chapter 79
Originally, Luo Xiaogou had a very beautiful fantasy about the night after the training that day:
It was a dark and windy night, and the scenery was just right. They found a small place suitable for whispering together. After sitting down, they started talking about lyrics and stage design. Then he would slowly move over to hold the other person's hand, touch the other person's hair, and maybe even kiss the cheek and ear when the other person wasn't paying attention.
Maybe they can be together under the moonlight and their relationship will heat up greatly, and the next time he brings up the past, they might be together.
It was a perfect plan, with the right time, right place, and right people. All that was left was to wait for night to fall.
His beautiful fantasy lasted until the part assignment was over and the instructor began to guide the training.
There were two mentors, one in charge of rap and the other in charge of singing and dancing. The rap mentor was middle-aged and rather aloof. After asking Luo Jiayu to write the rap lyrics within two days and hand them to him for review, he was called away by the program staff, leaving Ling Wei alone to supervise their training with a smile.
The members of the dance group were still copying the dance. Chu Yu chose a corner as usual, put the earphones sponsored by the staff in one ear, and practiced singing along with the original song in the recording, while the other earphone was in Luo Jiayu's ear.
Luo Jiayu sat next to him, and the white headphone cord naturally brought the two of them closer together. So when Chu Yu turned his head, he could see the corners of someone's mouth turned up high, and a string of nonsense words flying out of his hands like a painting. The strokes looked like some kind of deformed font, and were shockingly ugly.
He finished following the original song, marked a few stressed notes on the lyrics sheet that he understood, then turned to Faxiao and whispered, "The instructor won't understand you if you write like this."
Luo Jiayu was surprised: "Really?"
"Yes."
"No way?"
"Yes."
"Then his literacy skills are flawed."
Chu Yu thought for a moment, "How did you come to this conclusion?"
Luo Jiayu said as a matter of course: "In everything, try to find the reasons from others."
Chu Yu nodded in approval and gave up the idea of copying it for him, letting the child fend for himself. He lowered his head and continued to read the lyrics, saying in the same way as when they used to make fun of each other:
"I just like you..."
He was about to say that he liked you just the way you are, a kind of beauty that didn't care about the lives of the whole world, but he stopped abruptly after saying the first four words. After realizing something, he changed his words very stiffly:
“…I just admire you like this.”
Before he finished the second half of the sentence, his voice became smaller and smaller, and more and more unnatural, so Luo Jiayu only heard the first four words.
So what he had intended as a joke instead sounded like a confession. Luo Jiayu leaned close to the man's face, and his ears turned red as if he had realized it belatedly. He knew he couldn't stand being teased, so he stood up in a hurry and wanted to run away.
As a result, he was stopped by the earphone wire in his ear halfway. Luo Jiayu grabbed his wrist to prevent him from leaving, looked into his eyes and confirmed: "Do you like it?"
"appreciate."
"Oh, I like it."
The wrist that was being held was getting hotter and hotter. Chu Yu lowered his head until it was almost buried in his collar: "No."
Luo Jiayu took off one of his headphones. Even though he knew that wasn't his intention, he deliberately rubbed the tip of his ear with his fingertips wrapped around the headphone cord, and added with a smile in a voice that only the two of them could hear:
"I like you, too."
"That kid over there—" Ling Wei finished coaching the dance group and turned to see how the vocal group was doing. She looked around but couldn't find anyone. Finally, she spotted her target in the corner. "Little boy, why is your face so red?"
Chu Yu stood up suddenly as if burned by these words, and his 1.79-meter-tall Capibala rose from the ground. But after standing up, he remembered that he had nowhere to go, so he sat down again and said in a muffled voice: "...Hello, teacher."
"Where's your partner?" Ling Wei had wanted to check on the vocal group's training progress, but Bai Yu had disappeared. She searched the entire practice room but couldn't find him. Gradually, she began to understand the situation and stopped paying attention to the trainee who had left without permission. "Forget it. Just sing along with the kid next to you for me first."
Ling Wei was a top idol in her early years. Although she is not very old, she has been in the industry for a long time and has a high seniority in the circle. Although she has a sweet girl style, she especially likes to call people "little kids". Chu Yu once saw her smiling sweetly and calling Song Lai, who was almost two heads taller than her and did not have time to put on makeup, "little kids". The latter even covered his face shyly.
The two children, Chu Yu and Luo Jiayu, stood up obediently. They had almost finished practicing the first part of their song. This was their first time singing together, and they both thought it turned out well. They didn't sing out of tune, miss any words, or rush the beat, and their voices matched well. The style of their collaboration was similar to when they sang together in front of the trash can before.
Ling Wei's smile remained unchanged. After listening to the song once, she asked the two to sing their parts again. Then, after a moment's silence, she pointed at Luo Jiayu, who sang all his raps with a kind of "I'm the best in the world, even if the king comes."
"...You, little showoff, come out with me for a moment."
Luo Jiayu didn't react when he heard the name. It took him a second or two to realize that the four words were referring to him. Before he could respond, Ling Wei turned around and pointed at Chu Yu, whose eyes had become vacant and distracted since he finished singing.
"...and you, little robot, come with me."
The little show-off turned his head and laughed out loud.
The little robot turned around in confusion, then realized what his childhood friend was laughing at, and glared at the little show-off.
Ling Wei found another small room and walked in with the little showoff and the little robot. The accompanying cameraman recorded the entire process of the two older boys being lectured.
After Ling Wei sat down, she looked at the two children in front of her with a smile and asked Luo Jiayu, "Xiao Luo, you've never sung a song like 'Candy Bear' before, right?"
Luo Jiayu thought to himself that he had sung before. When he was in kindergarten, his mother tricked him into wearing a skirt and performing in front of the whole family. But if he said it in front of the camera, Luo Xiaogou's reputation as the world's number one rapper would be ruined. So he nodded and said, "Never sang."
"I can tell." Ling Wei continued to nod with a smile. "These little love songs are all about sweet, youthful love. When you rap, you want to convey that heart-pounding feeling, but it's hard to feel that vibe when you perform. It sounds more like a new emperor ascending the throne on stage."
Luo Jiayu, who had been in an underground rap competition for several months and felt like he was in a fierce competition every time he competed with others, and who had sent more diss to his competitors than he had eaten, touched his nose guiltily.
But he insisted: "Maybe it has something to do with me wearing sunglasses."
Ling Wei smiled and said, "It's okay, we can change your sunglasses to pink."
Luo Jiayu seemed to be struck by a bolt from the blue. His whole body was shattered. He remained in shock for most of the day.
The barrage was full of hahahaha.
[Why isn’t Sprayer laughing? Is he just not a smiley person by nature?]
[Brother Sprayer’s expression is like he has entered the darkest moment of his life]
【Unlock the latest fashion item: pink sunglasses】
[I didn't mourn for a moment the loss of his black sunglasses for the sprayer brother. He immediately came to the battlefield with pink energetic and cute sunglasses.]
[Give in, troll brother. The era of cool guys is over. Now your only choice is to become a sweet bean.]
Ling Wei continued to maintain her affable and elegant smile, launching a mental attack on the little show-off in front of her who had wilted after being deprived of the right to wear sunglasses: "Come on, Xiao Luo, sing it again. This time, soften your tone and act a little sweeter."
Luo Jiayu picked up the microphone dejectedly, his soulless eyes drooping as he looked at the floor beneath his feet. When he opened his mouth again, he was even a little confused, not knowing what tone to use to sing the first rap.
"This is the first day I fell in love with you..."
Ling Wei smiled and said, "Softer."
"This is the first day I fell in love with you..."
Ling Wei smiled and said, "A little sweeter."
Luo Jiayu took a deep breath: "This is the first day I fell in love with you..."
Ling Wei narrowed her eyes and cast a disapproving look: "Smile a little cuter."
Luo Jiayu is now very glad that the instructor brought them to the small room for special training, otherwise he would have been embarrassed in front of several more people.
The corners of his mouth were stiff, and his mood was numb. It was clearly a rap, but Luo Jiayu felt like he was about to sing out of tune:
“This is me…”
"Stop." Ling Wei raised her fingers and pressed them against her palm. The PTSD-inducing smile on her face finally disappeared. She frowned and pondered for a moment, then pointed at Chu Yu, who was habitually pretending to be aloof but actually watching the show, and said, "Just watch him sing."
The first metaphor is that the tiger's body trembles.
The barrage CP sister started to cheer and waved flags, and by the way, gave mentor Ling Wei a first-class credit for helping the Pisces CP become a reality as soon as possible.
Hearing this, Luo Jiayu slowly picked up the microphone again, slowly turned around, and then slowly raised his eyelids, and then saw that his childhood friend was looking straight ahead, pursing his lips, not looking in his direction. Not blushing was Chu Xiaoyu's greatest dignity at this moment.
"This is the first day I like you." Luo Jiayu said the first sentence tentatively, and only after the last word did he realize that the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.
"An indescribable vision of longing emerged in my dream. I think it's because I forgot to take your photo away before going to bed."
Luo Jiayu always spoke clearly when he rapped. Chu Yu's fingers froze after hearing the words clearly. He almost subconsciously thought that these three sentences were stating facts rather than singing a fictional song.
"I write down my thoughts on the eight-yuan notepaper from the convenience store, and then seal it with the secret love letter after class."
After Luo Jiayu turned around with the microphone, Chu Yu did not move his eyes towards him once during the whole process. His expression was dull and he even looked a little indifferent.
A long time passed, until the air around him fell silent. He still hadn't heard the next line, and then he realized that the song had ended. He raised his eyes belatedly and glanced at Luo Jiayu, then met his gaze - the smile had disappeared, and what remained was only a frank seriousness.
"Yeah, the effect is much better." After listening to the whole piece, Ling Wei finally nodded, then smiled and changed the subject, "But you didn't show your enthusiasm and liveliness. Why did you sing so gently and carefully? Are you afraid that your lyrics will scare him?"
Luo Jiayu, who had been shot in the knee, neither nodded nor shook his head. Ling Wei was just joking and didn't dwell on the issue. She turned to look at Chu Yu, who was already covering his ears, trying to cover up the truth.
"Come here, little friend, it's your turn."
There's a reason why Ling Wei calls him a little robot. Chu Yu was born with a small range of expression. Like Luo Jiayu, he's usually a cold-faced cool guy with a mental illness. When something happens, he either goes crazy or his brain freezes. His expression is usually calm and steady, making him very difficult to control.
Ling Wei coaxed her gently: "Come on, little friend, smile first."
Chu Yu obediently turned up the corners of his mouth by one pixel.
Ling Wei narrowed her eyes: "..."
Chu Yu tried hard to raise it two more pixels, but ultimately gave up after failing. With the spirit of Japanese craftsmanship, he bowed his head and apologized to his instructor: "I'm sorry."
Ling Wei waved her hand and continued to squint her eyes to think about how to make the little expressionless guy in front of her laugh.
Luo Jiayu raised his hand at this moment: "Teacher, I have a way to make him laugh."
Ling Wei nodded and motioned for him to come.
Luo Jiayu turned around and faced his childhood friend's serious face. He leaned close to his ear and told a cold joke with ease:
"One day, Tang Sanzang drew a smiling face on a stone and said to Sun Wukong, who was standing beside him, 'Look, your mother is smiling.'"
Chu Yu let out a "puff" laugh, and then couldn't hold it back and laughed even harder.
“Hahahahahaha…” Chu Yu returned to his normal deadpan expression in a second after he finished laughing. With the corners of his mouth turned down and his tone heavy, he lowered his head and continued to apologize, “I’m sorry, teacher.”
"..." Ling Wei was silenced by their actions.
After a while, he covered his head and took a deep breath like every mentor who had to deal with these two unlucky children, and then he couldn't help laughing.
"I don't want this kind of smile." Teacher Ling said gently.
"But it doesn't matter. Ten minutes on stage takes ten years of hard work off stage. Practice facial expression management two hundred times a day, and you will definitely learn it eventually." Teacher Ling is so scary.
After a day of training, the relationship did not warm up much. Chu Yu felt that his expression was about to be partially necrotic. Luo Jiayu's self-confidence declined greatly. Ling Wei had been so careful about his expression and tone that he felt that every breath he took was wrong.
After leaving the training room, Chu Yu turned to face Luo Jiayu, whose eyes were lifeless, pointed at his own face and asked stiffly, "Am I smiling?"
Luo Jiayu looked at him, took out a tape measure from his pocket, which was like a little Doraemon's treasure bag, and pointed it at the corner of his childhood friend's mouth twice in a naughty manner, then quickly curled his lips: "How can five millimeters not be considered a smile?"
Then he sighed and lowered his eyelids: "I'm a little tired."
"I have some."
"Want to go eat?"
"I have no appetite."
"I have no appetite either, but we didn't eat lunch."
"I don't think we had breakfast either."
"We'll starve to death."
"Humans don't starve to death that easily."
"But we're exercising a lot and our mental state is poor. If we don't eat, it will only make things worse."
"You have a point."
"Let's eat."
"Let's go."
"To stay alive."
"To stay alive."
The two reached a consensus and went to the cafeteria in the early morning to have a midnight snack in a half-dead state.
However, before they could leave the training building, the rap instructor, who had been away for the day, suddenly caught up with them and asked, "Luo Jiayu! Have you finished writing the lyrics?"
After a tiring day, Luo Jiayu's eyes lit up when he saw who was coming: "I've finished writing it, teacher. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
"Let me see." The tutor extended his hand at the right time. Luo Jiayu handed over the draft paper filled with rap lyrics, but the tutor did not take it.
Luo Jiayu handed it forward again.
Instructor: "I need lyrics paper."
Luo Jiayu: "This is the lyrics paper."
The instructor said with a look of "Really? I don't believe it": "Isn't this just some ghost painting? I used to think one of your elders was a Taoist priest."
Luo Jiayu had a numb expression on his face. He flipped the draft paper over with a "swish", revealing the page of lyrics that Chu Yu had copied for him.
The teacher was in awe: "Oh, Yan's muscles and willow's bones, iron strokes and silver hooks, what a beautiful calligraphy."
Luo Jiayu's originally tired mouth twitched: "Teacher, you are quite cultured."
The instructor took the lyrics paper and began to read this beautifully written rap masterpiece with a solemn expression. The more he read, the higher his eyebrows raised.
"Luo Jiayu."
"Here." Luo Jiayu said weakly.
"Luo Jiayu!"
"Here!" Luo Jiayu's voice was like a loud bell.
"What the hell have you written?" The instructor flicked the fragile scrap of paper in front of him with his fingers, a look of deep sorrow on his face. "I asked you to write sweet love lyrics, not to crown a new emperor or launch a Northern Expedition or Western Expedition! Why are you writing so arrogantly and aggressively?"
"Love can also be a war without the smoke of gunpowder," said Luo Jiayu.
The instructor looked up at him suspiciously and said, "You seem quite cultured."
After the two intellectuals recognized each other, Luo Jiayu perked up and asked, "Then, teacher, can I..."
“Rewrite.”
Luo Jiayu struggled desperately: "Teacher..."
"Give it to me tomorrow morning." The instructor fished out a pair of reading glasses from his pocket and thoughtfully glanced at the lyrics on the draft paper in his hand. "Forget it, I'd rather not let you express yourself freely. Just write the composition based on the keywords I gave you."
Luo Jiayu's pupils trembled. When he was in school, his scores on essays with set topics never reached the passing line. Because Chinese essays rarely did not have set topics, he basically never passed the passing line. "Teacher, don't."
"Remember the topic I gave you." The instructor, completely disregarding his students' lives, cleared his throat twice and began to recite the words, "Balloons, flowers, candy, love, and little bears. Just these five. I want to hear these five words in the lyrics tomorrow morning. Ah, do you hear me?"
This was Luo Jiayu's second Waterloo in his life, and the first Waterloo was when he was scolded by Ling Wei in the morning.
So the midnight snack they decided to eat in the end to survive was not tasty at all. After they went to the empty cafeteria, they each ordered a meal and put it on the table. However, half an hour passed and no one picked up their chopsticks.
Chu Yu dozed off with his eyes slightly closed, leaning back in his chair. Luo Jiayu stayed beside him, with a blank piece of draft paper spread out in front of him. He wrote new lyrics with a dead look on his face. After writing four sentences, he revised three, and after revising three sentences, he deleted two. From time to time, he had to be wary of the "fuck" and "shit" that emerged from his DNA. He crossed out the naturally flowing "fuck" and changed it to "little bear", and then replaced the "shit" that was written like a god with "love".
Chu Yu opened one eye in the middle of her sleep and turned to look at her childhood friend. She saw that he had just put down the lyrics paper and was staring blankly in front of her. "What are you doing?"
"Change the song." Thinking hard about the lyrics was too boring, Luo Jiayu habitually made up a background music for himself in his head.
"I want to listen too."
Luo Jiayu gave him the permission to share music.
Then a cheerful and lovely Japanese sweet girl's voice flowed into Chu Yu's ears.
“…” Chu Yu tilted his head back and looked at his childhood friend sympathetically, “Has life forced you to listen to ‘Love Cycle’?”
Luo Jiayu wrote frantically with his pen in hand, muttering to himself, "I have a plan. Before the performance, I just need to listen to this style of music over and over again until I'm completely absorbed by it. Then I'll learn how to sing."
"So dedicated." Capibara continued to look at him sympathetically, then closed his eyes and fell asleep again. Before lying down again, he didn't forget to add a compliment to his childhood friend, "You're awesome."
Luo Jiayu put down his pen halfway through composing the lyrics, turned his head to look at his childhood friend who was sleeping soundly, and inched his head closer. Then he whispered to the sleeping face, "Can I lean on you for a while?"
The sleeping person will not give him an answer, but he can take advantage of this lack of answer as consent, and slowly move closer and closer, until finally he lies lazily on the other person like a boneless person, and it seems that at this moment all the cells in his body are relieved and relaxed from the fatigue of the day.
At first, Luo Jiayu would secretly turn his head from time to time to see if the person he was lying on was awake. But after leaning on him for a long time, the sleepiness seemed to be contagious, and he gradually became sleepy and closed his eyes and dozed for a while.
When he woke up again, Chu Yu's breathing was still light and steady, and he looked like he was fast asleep.
Luo Jiayu's gaze returned to the piece of draft paper in his hand. The lyrics that were originally cobbled together seemed to suddenly become more pleasing to the eye. He picked up the pen again to continue writing the lyrics. His mood returned to the cheerfulness of the morning, and his speed of writing lyrics became faster and faster. Most of the time, as long as the figure was in his mind, the words that flowed from his pen would be much smoother.
But it still seems like something is missing.
It's like a one-sided love compared to a mutual love, there is always something missing.
"Little bear, little bear, balloon, balloon, candy, candy..." Luo Jiayu looked at his own exceptionally freehand handwriting again and again, muttering the key words his mentor had given him. He finally stopped at the last line of the lyrics, which were also the four words that popped up most frequently in his mind in recent days: "I love you."
After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the person next to him who was still sleeping, and chatted casually, but his voice unconsciously became softer: "When will you like me?"
"Is it possible before tomorrow?"
"Is it possible before the day after tomorrow?"
“Is it possible before the performance?”
"What about before debut?"
"Before next year?"
"Before we're both too old to walk?"
“Is it possible in this lifetime?”
After saying this, Luo Jiayu turned around and leaned on the shoulder of the person behind him. He held up the lyrics paper in his hand and faced the hanging lamp on the ceiling above his head. The paper was so thin that it was almost transparent. He muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear:
"Just one day, tell me you like me and let me feel what it feels like."
"What do you mean, maybe in this lifetime?" Chu Yu rubbed his eyes. His mind was still a little hazy after just waking up from sleep. He could only vaguely hear the last few words spoken by the person next to him, "Is it possible for us to go home?"
"Of course I can go back. I was just thinking that I must go to the entrance of the Louvre to sell pancakes, and use the money I earn to buy tickets for us to go to the Garnier Opera House to watch a show." Luo Jiayu replied casually.
Chu Yu blinked and rubbed his eyes, as if processing the abstract information he had just received: "Sounds good, I wish us success."
"Are you awake? Let's go, it's time to go back to the dormitory." Luo Jiayu originally thought that if he didn't wake up after he finished writing the lyrics, he would carry him back.
Chu Yu nodded and was about to walk towards the cafeteria door when he saw Luo Jiayu in front of him turning around to look at him. The smile on his face no longer showed the fatigue of the day. "I will definitely be able to go home."
The other party had said this before, so Chu Yu nodded naturally and responded: "I believe you."
Luo Jiayu waited for a while, but didn't get the next sentence. He wanted to give a hint, but then he remembered that he had said something similar jokingly during the day. Chu Yu heard him take a long breath, but there was no expression on his face. In the end, he just pretended that nothing had happened.
After a while, Luo Jiayu realized he was still unwilling to give in. He stretched out his hand to the person in front of him and asked like a kindergarten kid, "Hold my hand."
This might be considered a hint. Chu Yu looked down at the slender hand with distinct joints, then raised his head again to look at the other person: "What will happen if I don't pull it?"
Luo Jiayu looked away, feeling that face was no longer important once his emotions got aroused: "I'll be unhappy."
Two seconds later, he felt his hand touch a piece of warm skin.
The emotional trial and hand-holding gained by using face was a great success.
Someone held the hand of the person behind him, like a kite being pulled by a string, and was about to fly happily again.
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