Chapter 42 "White Banquet"

The temperature rises aggressively, and the dormitory area has been turned on for a long time to ventilate and air conditioners, driving away the unpleasant dull odor.

Bai Yan used the spray left by Sui Yi to apply the medicine again, rubbing and praying for recovery.

The on-site medical staff mentioned by the player management did not come, but the swelling of the ankle has subsided. Except for a little pain when walking, Bai Yan is not like a sick patient most of the time.

He picked up his phone and went to watch the dance demo in the practice room. After walking a few steps, he suddenly realized with fear that the trivial trouble caused by a less serious sprain had almost caused him to leave the show in a daze.

Bai Yan quickened his speed and recovered from the stinging pain in his feet.

He had just practiced two rounds of movements according to the video, when Sui Yi's news popped up.

[sy1: Xiaobai, come to the rooftop. ]

[sy1: Building 1. ]

The security door on the roof was frequently opened and closed, and there were obvious marks on the ground. Bai Yan pushed the door open, and the familiar back stood against the railing, fiddling with something with his head lowered.

A very old and very small cake was placed on the railings, and when Yi heard the movement, she turned around, with an imperceptible smugness on her face, and said, "Happy birthday."

Bai Yan's breathing stopped for a while, and he walked over slowly.

"Make up for yesterday." Sui Yi carried the searchlight on her back, her expression was half hidden in the darkness, she raised her hand and touched the tip of her nose.

This was his standard action that was a little nervous. Bai Yan smiled at him and didn't speak.

"Happy birthday." Sui Yi repeated again, as if stubbornly trying to get an answer.

Bai Yan looked into his eyes and said, "Thank you."

The night wind in the spring became very soft, and it swept across the skin to bring a burst of relief. Sui Yi stared at him blankly for a while, before realizing it, took out a plastic spoon from his coat pocket and handed it to him.

"Eat cake." Sui Yi said dryly.

Bai Yan cooperated to dig out a large piece of cake, and then hesitated for a while: "Suiyi, tomorrow will be the performance."

"Yes." Sui Yi frowned subconsciously, "Is there a problem with the show?"

"No." Bai Yan handed him the spoon, "You can eat it."

"What's wrong?"

Bai Yan said in a tangled tone: "The electoral officer won't let you eat at night, it will be swollen tomorrow."

Sui Yi's expression was surprised: "You are so thin, he still cares about you?"

"Just take care of it together." Bai Yan put the spoon into his hand, "Help me eat."

Bai Yan's face was flushed for unknown reasons, probably because of his dance practice. Sui Yi felt the meaning of coquettishness from it for no reason, and some kind of dusty emotion in his body was about to move again.

He stuffed the cake into his mouth, and regardless of how many planes were facing him tomorrow, he smiled cautiously at Bai Yan: "Happy birthday."

"I'm very happy." Bai Yan seemed to be amused, and pursed his lips: "Thank you for what happened before."

After listening to Sui Yi, his ears blushed a little, looking at what he wanted to ask before, Bai Yan added, "I will work hard tomorrow."

Sui Yi nodded earnestly without the demeanor of a mentor, like a fan waiting for Bai Yan to come on stage.

"Do you want to watch it?" Bai Yan took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "I took a selfie just now, take a look at it, and stand from the perspective of the tutor."

Bai Yan's tone became almost ruthless and rational, and he clicked on the video.

Sui Yi's eyes became obscure following the video, her Adam's apple moved up and down, and after a while, she said, "I think it's good."

On the day of the performance, the weather was not good, until ten o'clock, the sky was gray.

The player management who was carrying a few blue turnover boxes looked even worse, barely concealing his bad attitude: "Put the phone away."

The contestant, who was putting on a mask and shaving his hair, complained in a low voice.

"You can't use your cell phone today, everyone put your cell phone away." The player management stood at the door where the queues are often used, and knocked on the turnover box twice.

The plastic material made an unpleasant sound when it hit the wall, and the atmosphere in the dormitory area suddenly became strange. The person near the exit hesitated and threw the mobile phone in.

After a while, the players who were preparing for the performance lined up in a tacit understanding.

"What's going on?" asked the person in front of Bai Yan.

"Shh..." The person in front of him lowered his voice and interrupted him, "Someone is going to break the news, and now he is checking the timeline and sealing the news."

"Ah? What's the material?" The person wearing the mask wondered, "It's so serious."

"It is said that the players are in love, male and male." The person in front came back and said in a hollow voice, "But I don't know if it's true or not."

Bai Yan stood on the spot, the blood on his face faded completely. After a while of tinnitus, the person behind him pushed him and said, "Brother, are you alright?"

Bai Yan woke up and found a reason to sneak into the bathroom, his chest heaving irregularly, shaking his hands to open the forum on his phone.

There is not much content related to the revelations, there is only one popular post with replies every minute.

"Without self-certification, let's talk about it, only the men and women in the dormitory were filmed in love, and the memory cards were locked. The director team is urgently investigating the leak of information."

The comments are all about the Internet, some express doubts, some feel bored, some ask the landlord to talk about it, and some think this is North TV's hype.

"And then what? Which couple? Did I get it for real?"

"Is there any other melon? This material is too green."

"Is there a bottom line in the north, and this is also fried. Is it going to drain the last drop of lgbt's blood?"

"It won't happen, it's really going to be the end of the Zhen Ji show now, isn't it going to happen in the north?"

"Don't release it as industrial saccharin in the end, I will smash the landlord."

"Who is it, can you give me a hint?"

Bai Yan held his breath and turned the page again, the screen turned into an error message, and the post had been deleted.

He returned to the home page and saw a screen full of question marks.

"Deleted???? Is it true??"

"Help?????? No, my family is Zhen Ji!!!!"

Bai Yan's brain was short-circuited, and it took a while to regain his breath. The voice of the player management passed through the wall with vigour: "Who else has a cell phone? Two more, hurry up! I'll go backstage now. ."

Bai Yan woke up from trepidation, opened the chat history with Suiyi, deleted all of them without hesitation, uninstalled a few softwares that he usually used to follow Suiyi, and then long-pressed the power button.

The door panel in the bathroom rattled a few times, and there was a loud noise from people coming and going. Bai Yan opened the door and handed out the phone with a calm expression.

Because the players were eliminated one after another, the backstage preparation room unexpectedly opened up, and the players without mobile phones stood bored, waiting for the executive director to call their names.

Bai Yan's nerves were tense due to the guesswork, and he stood stiffly in the corner, recalling the movements in his mind anxiously.

Li Xiujie glanced at him not far away, then came over and asked, "Is it alright?"

Bai Yan felt a little difficult to breathe, but nodded to him anyway.

"Is it okay to have my feet?" Li Xiujie asked again, "Is it alright to go on stage?"

Bai Yan stretched out his right leg forcefully, with a calm expression on his face, indicating that he is in good condition.

There was an indescribable pain in the soles of his feet. He took two deep breaths. As usual, he touched his pockets and prepared to watch Jane Anne's demonstration movements again.

The pockets of the pants were empty, and the phone had been taken away.

Bai Yan's face became a little worse, and the executive director's voice sounded in his ears: "The first dance group can be prepared."

Li Xiujie raised his hand to signal receipt, patted Bai Yan's shoulder, and was about to push him forward.

Bai Yan looked up at him, and felt that the movements he had just reviewed had become more blurred.

The third performance had no theme, and the director gave it a simple to almost rude competitive mode. After each group of programs was completed, the players on the scene voted secretly. Contestants enter the second round of voting.

Before the second round of voting, the three mentors exercised the rights and interests of the only card, and could designate a contestant to enter the finals. The director almost numbly announced the rules, and the host introduced the program content to the stage beauty that looked like a cultural show.

If the audience had to use one word to describe the third performance, it would be a complete mess.

The vocal group grabbed the film right from the beginning. Yi Shengqing, who was in charge of the most important part, frequently forgot his words and went out of tune, and finally brought the whole group to sing in the ditch.

Jane Annie spent a lot of effort to make a very soft modern dance for the dance team. Starting from Bai Yan accidentally standing at the wrong point, everyone except Li Xiujie fell into the butterfly effect and used a messy rhythm. , jumping all the way stiffly.

At the end of the dance, Jane's face went black with the stage lights.

The rap group, which was originally a few words to fool over and over again, turned out to be a bit outstanding under the background of the first two groups.

The voting reminder light beeped and lit up on the big screen.

The audience was quiet, and the quietness revealed a bad atmosphere. The audience voted with their heads lowered, and a few fans in support uniforms sighed and sent the rap group to the first place.

CD sitting next to Sui Yi looked at the result in astonishment and couldn't help but say a dirty word.

Sui Yi's expression was no better than Jane Anne's, her brows were slightly frowned, and she unconsciously pressed her cheeks.

"Okay, then congratulations to our rap group, all the members have entered the finals." The host was also stunned, and quickly picked up the microphone to round up the field: "Then next, please make a simple comment on the other two groups of players. ."

A very light sneer came from Jane Anne's microphone.

"Then also ask the tutors to use their only cards!" The host gestured towards the tutor seat, and the camera pushed over.

Jane Anne said with a cold face, "Let's talk with the tutor first?"

Suiyi dialed the microphone, and his expression was not very good, but he still threw a very official comment: "I think this performance, everyone did not make me feel progress."

The vocal group and the dance group stood side by side in the center of the stage, with Yi Shengqing and Li Xiujie shoulder to shoulder.

"What's the captain's opinion?" Jane Anne asked Li Xiujie blankly, "How do you think everyone is doing?"

Even after several years of debut, Li Xiujie is still stuck and speechless.

"Continue to work hard later, I still have great expectations for you." Jane Anne said simply, and then said to the director under the stage: "This sentence must be cut in!"

Yi Shengqing's face was very pale, and he was anxiously waiting for Sui Yi to speak.

Sui Yi glanced at the players on the stage and said expressionlessly: "Xiao Yi, I have always believed in your strength, this time I was a bit jerky in terms of skills and handling, but I think the emotional part still touched us. I hope you can show us more possibilities for you later."

Xiao Chen, who was sitting cross-legged in the backstage, breathed a sigh of relief. This comment was made up for Suiyi temporarily in the morning. While typing, she told Suiyi: "Boss, if Xiaoyi overturns the car, just say this. sentence."

"I said this last time, and the audience said I was lying with my eyes open." Sui Yi closed one eye and put on makeup, glanced at the phone screen, and mercilessly exposed her.

"Hey! Good things don't work well!" Xiao Chen was busy confirming the content of the manuscript, "Anyway, you can say anything about feelings, and Xiaoyi's fans will also help you. As long as your fans don't scold him, this A paragraph can last 10,000 years."

The staff on the console hit a bright beam of light on Yi Shengqing's face, and he bowed in an unnatural voice: "Thank you, mentor."

"Okay, the highly anticipated moment is here, mentors, please use your only card!" The host continued excitedly.

As the mentor of the winning group, CD easily selected a foreign player in the vocal group, and invited him to join the rap group's program in English next time.

Jane Annie glanced at Sui Yi, and her mood eased a little.

"Li Xiujie." Jane Annie reported her name directly, "I will dance better in the final than before."

Li Xiujie said thank you very calmly.

The cheers spread under the stage, and the fans in the rock area with Li Xiujie's banner covered their faces and breathed calmly as if they were relieved, and the whole studio became lively.

"Tutor Suiyi?" After a short lively moment, the host turned to Suiyi.

The stage lights were adjusted to a warm tone, which was very abrupt in the tense scene. The intensive flight for half a month brought Sui Yi a brief dizziness.

His eyes became a little blurry, he forced himself to focus, and then looked at the stage.

Bai Yan was squeezed close to the backstage, half of his shoulders didn't even have light, his face was unhealthy, and he looked at him quietly.

Sui Yi read out his emotions from a distance, tired, annoyed, and some other things. His heart became disordered, and he suddenly remembered some small things in the past few years, inexplicable and unexplained things.

At the end of the Spring Festival Gala one year, he walked out from the TV station, lowered his head and searched for the news of Bai Yan who had disappeared in his mobile phone. It seemed that no one had helped Bai Yan to promote it. The latest news stayed in the third year of his junior year. Bai Yan is Yu Cheng's amateur classmate, and he won Yu Cheng, who had already won the best male lead at that time, with his eyes.

The fine snow fell on the phone and immediately turned into water. Suiyi was a little uncomfortable from the cold, while thinking about when Bai Banquet became Suiyi's classmate in the news, or something else.

Sui Yi's expression on the monitor was very calm, holding the microphone in one hand and saying, "Bai Yan."