Chapter 72 Chapter 72 You Should Go
Qiao Sinian stood up and gestured to Wang Mingzhi, "Speak less."
Then he looked at Lu Yao again and said, "No one is picking on you. It's just that you've been under too much pressure lately, and your performance has inevitably declined. It's not that anyone is dissatisfied with you, it's just that you can't study anymore."
After the final exams, they held three concerts in a row with an interval of three weeks. Now they have to spend four weeks preparing for the concerts while attending school.
Such a schedule would make anyone collapse.
Not to mention they have a vote after every concert.
Regardless of whether their rankings rise or fall, or remain the same, seeing a number in front of their names and appearing on the list of the fifth generation makes them unable to escape the fact.
The debut auditions have really begun.
It is no longer just fans' discussions or speculations, but is laid out in the open, telling everyone——
They are being evaluated and selected.
Knowing that something must be done well, doing it well is more difficult than Qiao Sinian imagined.
He, the oldest one, can't even resolve his emotions, what about the others who are still childish?
He shifted his gaze to Cong'an in front of him. The other person had his head down, and it was unclear what he was thinking.
Lu Yao faced everyone. Wang Mingzhi rolled his eyes and stopped talking after Qiao Sinian spoke. The others stood where they were, looking left and right, up and down, but not forward, avoiding Lu Yao's sight.
The implication of rejection is obvious.
Seeing this, Lu Yao put away his phone and looked at Zhang Ying: "I'm not in a good state now. I need to rest. I'll be back in ten minutes."
After saying that, without waiting for Zhang Ying to react, Lu Yao walked past Li Qiang and left the practice room.
Zhang Ying was stunned.
No, what happened?
She looked at Li Qiang blankly.
Li Qiang smiled: "Lu Yao is like this, you'll get used to it."
Zhang Ying: “???”
How is this?
What are you used to?
I've never seen Lu Yao like this in class before?!
All trainees have a say in this.
Lu Jianian still remembers that on the day they first met, Lu Yao gave a long self-introduction.
They were naive at that time and focused almost exclusively on Lu Yao's life experience.
Little did they know that it was nothing at all.
The important thing is the following sentence -
He has never interacted with people of his age, so if there are any problems, everyone can overcome them on their own.
overcome?
That’s really enough to overcome!
As for lifestyle habits, Lu Yao does what he wants.
When speaking, Lu Yao does not consider the occasion or the expression on others' faces.
When it comes to doing things, Lu Yao does what he wants to do.
And what do they think? Does it matter?
Lu Yao didn't care at all.
Lu Yao felt happy after he said that he felt good.
Just like just now, Lu Yao said a lot of things to himself, and after that he felt better. He said that he was not feeling well and needed to rest, and then left. But what about those who were left behind?
My mood got worse.
Lu Yao added fuel to the already suppressed emotions.
It makes the atmosphere bad and causes suffering to those who stay.
Lu Jianian sighed.
He should be thankful that everyone seems to be used to it, right?
With Lu Yao's departure, everything that had just happened was like turning a new page in a book.
It's over quickly.
As Zhang Ying stared in amazement, the trainees began to dance in twos and threes as if nothing had happened. Li Qiang also turned on the camera and continued filming.
Zhang Ying was left sitting on the chair, unable to recover from his shock.
Although Lu Yao did not consider the occasion when speaking or doing things, he never spoke without thinking.
When he opened his mouth, he would say something that would hurt people's hearts.
Everyone seemed calm on the surface, but they were not at peace in their hearts.
Cong An stood there, distraught.
Qiao Sinian walked over and held Cong'an's shoulder: "Are you okay?"
Cong An raised the corners of his mouth and smiled stiffly.
Qiao Sinian: "Let me help you with the movements again."
During the dance learning process just now, Cong'an made the most mistakes.
Listening to Qiao Sinian's whispered words, Cong An's suppressed emotions finally gave way. He grabbed Qiao Sinian's arm and looked at him with a pair of big eyes filled with pain: "What Lu Yao said is absolutely right. I'm a loser whose brain is controlled by emotions. Not only am I useless, I'm also mentally dark. I'm just dissatisfied with him. I hate him, his ability, and his intelligence." Tears fell, and his voice was sobbing: "But who am I? My ranking has been falling, I can't write songs, and now I can't even dance. What right do I have to hate others?"
He shook his head and stepped back. "I'm the one who's hated. No one likes me."
Qiao Sinian grabbed Cong'an and said anxiously, "No, we all like you very much. You are our happy pill."
His voice was sincere and firm: "Don't be affected by the outside world. You are the best."
Cong An pursed her lips and shed tears silently. She did not respond to Qiao Sinian's comfort.
The movements of the two attracted the attention of others, and Luo Wenbo walked over.
"Your face is all red from crying." He handed the tissue to Cong'an, glanced at the bewildered Qiao Sinian, then looked away and said to Cong'an, "Go wash your face and calm down."
Cong'an, who is always lively, rarely cries like this. At this time, blindly comforting her is not very helpful.
Although Cong'an is young, he understands all the principles he should understand.
He knows what he should do and how to do it.
He just couldn't control himself sometimes.
Cong An silently wiped the tears from her face, stuffed the used tissue back into Luo Wenbo's hand, forced a smile at Qiao Sinian, turned and walked out the door.
Watching Cong'an disappear at the door, Luo Wenbo said to Qiao Sinian, "He'll be fine, don't worry."
Qiao Sinian nodded and was about to speak when suddenly a voice rang out.
"What on earth do you want to do—"
The voice was loud and familiar, coming from outside the door. Who else could it be but Cong'an who had just left?
Before Qiao Sinian could react, his eyes blurred and Luo Wenbo, who was standing in front of him, rushed out.
Qiao Sinian followed immediately, and the others also reacted quickly and rushed out the door.
In the corridor, Cong An and Ding Ling were standing face to face.
"Class, class! All you talk about is class." Cong An waved his hands excitedly, "I'm a human, not a machine. Can't I take a break?"
"It's been two months, two whole months. Have you ever considered how we feel? I haven't had a good night's sleep in these two months. I dance when I open my eyes, and I dance when I dream at night. I've spent all my time preparing for the stage, but it's still not enough!"
"Does the company want to drive me to death?"
Luo Wenbo rushed to Cong'an and covered his mouth with his hand. He looked up and apologized: "Teacher, I'm sorry, Cong'an was a little excited."
Cong'an's mouth was covered by Luo Wenbo, and his body was held by Qiu Yuge and Qiao Sinian. He could only stare at Ding Ling with his eyes open.
Vicious.
Like an angry Beagle.
Ding Ling suddenly thought of the puppy at home.
Looking at the huge crowd of people in the corridor, Ding Ling sighed silently in her heart.
"I know." She said to Luo Wenbo, then looked at the others: "Come into the classroom, I have something to say."
Everyone hurried out and hurried back. Ding Ling waited until the corridor was empty before walking into the practice room.
"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Zhang." She greeted Zhang Ying, who was sitting next to the speakers. "Are you feeling alright?"
Zhang Ying waved her hand: "It's okay, just a minor injury."
After the greetings, Ding Ling's expression changed when she looked at the trainees.
The gentleness from before was gone, leaving only sternness, even sternness that was a little cold.
"I know everyone's been tired lately, but who isn't?" She glanced at everyone one by one. "There are some things I didn't say. I thought you knew, but now it seems that's not the case."
"You only see your own hard work, but not the company's efforts."
"Teacher Zhang!" Ding Ling pointed backwards. "When there was a car accident, the first thing you did was call me instead of the emergency number. You were afraid that it would delay your class!"
Zhang Ying sat up straight, not expecting that she still had her own business to attend to.
She actually felt that Ding Ling's words were a bit harsh.
Although these adolescent children have been trained since childhood and their lives are much harder than their peers, they are ultimately growing up in love.
Zhang Ying felt that it was amazing that she had been able to persist for so long under the high-intensity work for two months.
But after all, she was just a dance teacher employed by Minghui Entertainment, and she couldn't say much.
Ding Ling's speech continued.
"Teacher Li!" Ding Ling pointed at Li Qiang at the door. "Your life assistant wakes up earlier than you and goes to bed later than you every day, and she also has to take photos!"
“Aren’t they tired?”
"Can't write a song? The adapted version isn't to your liking? Do you know how many people the company hired to prepare for your concert?"
"Are you the only ones making the effort for this concert?"
Ding Ling looked at Cong'an, who lowered his head in her sight.
Ding Ling retracted her gaze and changed the subject: "The Fifth Quadrant project has been underway for three months. During these three months, have you ever thought about what it means to debut as a group?"
She paused, waiting for a response, but no one spoke.
Ding Ling curled her lips in unsurprising fashion, her gaze fixed on the front, unfocused: "This means you are no longer trainees."
"But he is a mature entertainer."
"No one will indulge you, tolerate you, or be lenient with you anymore. They will only hold you to the standards of a mature artist."
"You will be faced with endless work one after another."
“No one cares about your ability or your feelings.”
"It's hard?" Ding Ling sneered, "Then you don't have to do it."
"You can rest."
“And then rest all the time.”
"Just like the teachers who are composing music for you now, once you put forward your requirements, they will immediately revise it, revise it once, twice, three times, and over and over again until you are satisfied."
"They don't get any rest either, but have you ever considered their hard work? Have you ever considered their feelings?"
"Aren't they tired? Don't they want to rest?" Ding Ling looked at Cong'an again, "Cong'an, tell me."
Cong An shuddered all over, then his voice rang out weakly: "It's hard work."
Ding Ling: "Then why don't they rest?"
Silence.
Ding Ling: "Because they dare not rest."
"Becoming a group means more responsibilities." Ding Ling paced in front of everyone. "The company will invest the most resources and effort in you, just to help you gain a place in the entertainment industry."
"Becoming a group means giving up is not allowed. No matter how hard the work, how much pressure there is, or how much pain you endure, you can never stop. Because this is not just your debut, it is also the hard work of the countless staff members behind you and the support of countless fans."
“To be a group is not about flowers and applause, but another road full of thorns.”
"Are you really ready to embark on this journey?" Ding Ling stopped. In front of her, a group of trainees lowered their heads, making it impossible for her to see their expressions.
Five generations of boiling frogs in warm water, on the eve of the water boiling, can anyone break free from it?
"Teacher, I want to ask for leave."
Suddenly, someone broke the silence.
Ding Ling looked over and met Bai You's gaze.
"Can the company help me get leave from school? Until the concert is over."
Everyone was shocked.
Qiu Yuge immediately said anxiously: "Aren't you going to school? You're already in your third year of high school!"
During the most critical period of senior year, if I take nearly two weeks off, I will miss a lot of courses and spend a lot of time to make up for it.
Bai You looked at Ding Ling: "I can't have both in my current state. I have to make a choice."
“I choose the stage.”
Ding Ling saw the determination in Bai You's eyes. He did not make this request lightly, but had already thought about it and made up his mind at this moment.
Bai You has made a choice.
Ding Ling: "Okay."
She looked at the others and asked, "Does anyone else need the company to help you apply for leave from school?"
No one spoke.
Bai You's decision was too shocking.
Is academics important? Yes, they are.
Is it important? Not really.
But for the training system, teenage idol is their label and accompanying growth is their positioning.
No one wants the idol they grew up with to be an uneducated and unlearned person.
They may not do well in their studies, but they must work hard for their studies.
They have insisted on studying since childhood and dare not make the decision to give up studying in their senior year of high school.
Even though they may not be able to get into college, they may still graduate from high school, but making the decision to give up is much more difficult than continuing their studies.
After Ding Ling left, Qiu Yuge immediately ran to Bai You, completely forgetting that they were still arguing, "Are you not going to school?"
Bai You smiled lightly, "What are you talking about? I'm just taking two weeks off. After the concert, I have to go back to school."
Cang Zizhen also came over: "With your grades, it will be difficult to catch up if you fall behind in the course."
If you fall behind even more, it will be almost impossible to get into university.
In contrast to Bai You's outstanding singing and dancing skills, his academic performance can only be described as showing that he has worked hard.
Bai You: "...Do you really have to say such heartbreaking words?"
Ding Ling's conversation seemed to have worked. After Lu Yao came back to continue the class, he found that everyone was in a better state, although not significantly.
On the way back to the dormitory in the car at night, everyone looked worried.
And on the rooftop in the early morning of the next day, Yin Hongxue spoke to Lu Yao for the first time.
It's amazing, I can only say it's amazing.
After that sleepless night, Yin Hongxue climbed onto the rooftop at five in the morning to watch a movie with Lu Yao. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She woke up at five in the morning, and then her legs seemed to have automatic programs. She walked to the rooftop by herself, took the headphones handed to her by Lu Yao, and watched a movie together.
Without saying a word, he just sat on the ground leaning against the wall, staring at the small screen of his mobile phone.
The number of movies he watched this week has exceeded the number of movies Yin Hongxue watched last year.
"Why do you want to watch these movies?" Yin Hongxue didn't know why he came up, why he was sitting here, and why he asked this question.
Maybe the memory of being blocked at the school gate gradually faded away, or maybe it was because Cong An's collapse made him sad, or maybe it was because Bai You's decision moved him.
It could also be that Lu Yao watched the movie with an expressionless face, which made people curious.
Lu Yao: "I'm studying."
Yin Hongxue was a little surprised by the answer: "Study?"
What can you learn from watching movies?
Lu Yao paused the screen: "I'm learning how to manage my facial expressions."
Yin Hongxue: "Ah?"
Lu Yao exited the video and opened the photo album. Yin Hongxue took a glance and then paused.
Crowded with faces.
Lu Yao slid his finger down and clicked on an album called 'Laughter'.
In the photo albums below that were not opened, Yin Hongxue saw anger, sadness, etc.
When the smiling album was opened, hundreds of pictures popped out, all of them showing various smiles.
Lu Yao: "Although I can analyze the meaning and emotions expressed in many songs, I don't resonate with them. If I perform this song at this time, my expression will be stiff and inappropriate."
“But I can imitate.”
"In film and television works that express similar meanings, imitating the actors' states and expressions at the time can create a better visual presentation."
???
What?
Yin Hongxue was confused and shocked.
He thought the two of them were relaxing by watching a movie on the rooftop, but now he tells him that Lu Yao is secretly working hard?
It's killing me.
Who is the good person who watches movies and takes screenshots of expressions to learn from?
They are also categorized into different categories, such as joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and different albums are created.
Is this how you watch a movie?
Yin Hongxue suffered a critical hit.
The wind was no longer gentle, the sky was no longer blue, and the birds' singing became louder.
Yin Hongxue held his forehead, frowned, and had a lot to say.
"Do you watch all the movies and TV shows just for the screenshots?"
Lu Yao nodded: "Yes."
Yin Hongxue refused to give up: "But when we watched it together every morning, I never saw you take screenshots."
Lu Yao: "I wrote it down, and then went back to intercept it."
Yin Hongxue: “??? Why?”
Lu Yao: "So as not to affect your viewing experience."
Yin Hongxue: "..."
Wow, how thoughtful.
He was so touched——
No way!
For a moment, Yin Hongxue didn't know whether she should be shocked by the reason why Lu Yao watched the movie, or should be shocked that the other party used her brain with a photographic memory to do such a "thoughtful" thing.
He only knew that a piece of the sky seemed to have collapsed in his mind.
Yin Hongxue: "Why do you want to do this?"
"?"
Lu Yao didn’t understand.
Yin Hongxue took a deep breath to calm down, then asked, "Why do you want to learn these expressions?"
Lu Yao: "To present a better stage."
Yin Hongxue pressed the issue, “But your current stage is already very good. Look, you and Bai You’s song ‘ERROR’ has already had five million views on the platform.”
It is the stage with the highest number of views in the entire fifth generation.
Lu Yao: “But it can be done better.”
Yin Hongxue choked.
Lu Yao's expression at this moment was so matter-of-fact, so much so that he felt that asking this question was a blasphemy to the stage.
As trainees, isn’t their job to present better performances?
Yin Hongxue: "Then why... can you work so hard?"
Lu Yao didn't understand: "What do you mean?"
"That is to say," Yin Hongxue gathered her thoughts, "you get up at five every day to accumulate expression materials, go to the company to practice at seven, start vocal, arrangement, instrument, and dance classes at eight, and create new songs with others until six. Then continue classes at eight, and come back to rest at eleven at night."
"What's the motivation for you to work so hard?"
For more than two months, everyone felt that they were tired and their schedules were so tight that they couldn't spare a single moment of free time. Every time they chatted with others, their words were filled with the pain of training.
But they would never say these words in front of Lu Yao.
Because during the entire Five Dynasties, Lu Yao was the only one who was most pressed for time.
If their time arrangement is to make people tired to death, then Lu Yao's time arrangement is to the extent that one will die after just one look at it.
Moreover, in the past two months, Yin Hongxue has never seen Lu Yao's condition decline.
No matter how tired others are, as long as the music starts, Lu Yao's dance moves are always so standard, as if it is his first time.
Lu Yao fell silent for the first time.
He hesitated for a moment before speaking again, but his tone was vague, a tone Yin Hongxue had never heard before, as if he was also a little uncertain.
"The stage... is very interesting." Lu Yao frowned and said with some difficulty: "I want to stand on it forever."
Yin Hongxue didn't expect to hear such an answer, just as he didn't expect Lu Yao to put so much effort into the stage.
In his opinion, Lu Yao is talented and smart. He can perform the movements taught by the teacher in class exactly after watching them once.
Lu Yao could immediately correct the mistakes pointed out by the teacher and never make the same mistakes again.
Even the occasional conversations among teachers were full of praise for Lu Yao.
He seemed to be born with the ability to master skills easily. While they were struggling to learn new songs and dances, Lu Yao only needed to take a few hours to complete all the learning.
Do people like this still need to work hard?
Do such people need to continue moving forward?
Yin Hongxue’s answer is no.
But now he heard a completely opposite answer from the other party.
Just to present a better stage.
It turns out that people like Lu Yao also like the stage and are willing to give everything for it?
Yin Hongxue couldn't help laughing, and he laughed louder and louder, until his stomach hurt. He had to bend over and hold his stomach tightly, unable to stand up straight.
Lu Yao stood up and took a few steps back, putting some distance between himself and Yin Hongxue.
There was only a long headphone cord running between the two of them. It was very thin and tied tightly.
After watching Yin Hongxue smile for a long time, Lu Yao said, "You should go."
Yin Hongxue's whole body trembled, and his laughter suddenly stopped. He looked up at Lu Yao. He was clearly laughing just now, but there was no smile in his eyes at this moment.
He clutched his stomach, the pain spreading from his abdomen to his limbs. "What are you talking about?"
Lu Yao seemed not to notice Yin Hongxue's painful expression. He lowered his head and glanced at the time: "If you don't leave now, you will be late for school."
Yin Hongxue's expression relaxed, and the pain in his body dissipated like the wind, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.
He took off his headphones and staggered to his feet.
"Yes, I should go to school."
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