The atmosphere between them was too tense, so that other trainees stood around, and none of them dared to fight.

The stagnant silence lasted for a long while, and finally a trainee who had a good relationship with Bai Lian stepped forward and patted Bai Lian's shoulder: "Brother Lian, forget it, the second day after tomorrow, we still have some moves to arrange.".”

Bai Lian gave Cheng Shu a hard look: "If you're not happy with my arrangement, then get out and go to another group. Don't dirty my eyes by standing in front of me."

After he finished speaking, he turned around with his chin raised, and continued to participate in the rehearsal of the others.

Cheng Shu was silent for a while, then sighed softly, opened the door and left the practice room.

There are many practice rooms in their building, which are surrounded by a circle like a courtyard, leaving a square space in the middle, like a patio, through which sunlight can just pass through and shine on people leaning on the fence.

Listening to the music in the room, Cheng Shu felt a little uncomfortable.

Those who can stand on the stage of the second performance are all those who fought desperately in the first performance.And for many of them, Ergong's stage will also determine their fate.If there are not enough shots, the stage is not good enough, and the number of votes is small, Ergong will be their last stage.

If Cheng Shu was the team leader, he would definitely give those trainees who were teetering on the brink of elimination a chance to show off their solo performances, and try to support them as much as possible, so that these people would not be eliminated with regrets.

But he is not the captain now.

Even though Cheng Shu didn't care whether he could make his debut, but he had been the captain for too long before passing through the book, which made him want to be responsible to other people involuntarily, and he couldn't understand Bai Lian's selfish behavior of putting all the highlights on himself.

But what can he do?

Instead of hating Bai Lian's behavior, it's better to say that he hates this feeling of powerlessness.

Cheng Shu stood leaning against the fence for a long time until the trainees finished their practice in the afternoon.

The first to open the door was Lu Zhenliu's team.The trainees came out of the room clamoring and clamoring, shoulder to shoulder, laughing and chatting about what to eat tonight.

Qu Junming was talking to Song Zhuo, when he raised his eyes and saw him, he cheered, "Captain!"

Cheng Shu withdrew from his thoughts, and was hugged by Qu Junming again.

This younger brother seems to have hugging hunger and thirst, and feels sad when he sees people who don't hug him.

"Captain, have you finished your practice too? Do you want to have dinner together?" Qu Junming asked.

Cheng Shu's movements froze, and he shook his head lightly: "I still have something to do, you go first."

Qu Junming let out an "oh", as if sensing that he was in a bad mood, and walked away from him very consciously.

Song Zhuo walked slowly in front of the two of them, looked at Cheng Shu for a while, and said softly, "You are unhappy."

"I'm not unhappy," Cheng Shu said, "I'm just a little tired, so I need to take a breather."

"...don't lie."

Song Zhuo frowned, raised his hand to touch his forehead: "Do you have a fever?"

Cheng Shu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "I don't have a fever, so I'm fine."

Song Zhuo's movements stopped halfway, and the worry in his eyes was even worse.

He moved his lips, and just as he was about to speak, the person in front of him suddenly said, "Brother, why are you wearing a pink headband?"

"Captain, you also found out, right?" Qu Junming was elated, "No one knows why he wears a pink headband, he is obviously a hunk, right? Hunks should wear pink, right?"

Song Zhuo's face flushed instantly, and he hesitated: "I, I didn't look carefully when I brought the base, so... I won't wear it tomorrow."

"Why don't you wear it?"

Cheng Shu supported the railing and stood up straight: "It's pretty, I like it."

He just boasted casually, wanting the two of them to eat quickly: "It's time to eat, if you don't eat, you'll be gone."

Song Zhuo hesitated to speak, but Qu Junming grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the stairs: "Old Song, let's go."

After he finished speaking loudly, he said in a low voice: "Can't you see that the captain is in a bad mood now? It's better for us not to disturb him."

Cheng Shu stretched his arms and legs, walked straight to the dance practice room of Lu Zhenliu's group, knocked on the door intentionally, and pushed the door open.

Then he saw a handsome young boy bouncing away from Lu Zhenliu like an electric shock, and looked timidly at the door.

Cheng Shu raised his eyebrows and looked at Lu Zhenliu without saying a word.

Lu Zhenliu distanced himself from the little trainee with a cold face: "Pay attention to the influence."

The little trainee took a look at Cheng Shu, pursed his lips, with a provocative look in his eyes, and walked past Cheng Shu.

Cheng Shu glanced at Lu Zhenliu, and said with a half-smile, "Mr. Xiaolu is really charming."

"He posted it himself."

Lu Zhenliu was teased by him, his cheeks were flushed, and he quickly explained: "He said that he didn't do well in a few movements, and asked me to help adjust it, so I promised him to stay after the end, but I didn't expect him. …”

"I understand."

Cheng Shu patted him on the shoulder understandingly: "It's fine, no need to explain."

Lu Zhenliu's face was a bit downcast: "...what do you know?"

Cheng Shu looked at his expression, a little puzzled.

Is this kid so thin-skinned?

So he changed the subject: "Are you going to eat? Then I'll wait for you here."

"Aren't you going?" Lu Zhenliu asked him.

Cheng Shu shook his head and found a place to sit down: "You go, I will stay by myself for a while."

Lu Zhenliu was silent for a while, then whispered: "Are you in a bad mood?"

Cheng Shu raised his head in surprise, "Huh? No."

Lu Zhenliu looked at him quietly for a while, then turned and left the practice room.

Cheng Shu leaned in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, subconsciously wanting to touch the phone, but only when he stretched his hand halfway did he realize that the phone was taken away by the program crew.

Nothing for entertainment.

He sighed, leaned back against the mirror, and decided to close his eyes and rest for a while.

In fact, Cheng Shu already memorized almost the basic movements, and now he only needs to walk around in tomorrow's rehearsal, and he doesn't need Lu Zhenliu's help to practice at all.

But he felt a little uncomfortable for no reason, so he wanted to find someone to stay with, and that person would not annoy him.

Qu Junming talked too much, and Song Zhuo and Yin Gufengwei were not too familiar, so after thinking about it, Lu Zhenliu was more suitable.

Cheng Shu leaned against the mirror and closed his eyes. As soon as he felt sleepy, the door of the practice room was pushed open.

Lu Zhenliu's forehead was covered with sweat, and he stood panting at the door, holding a plastic bag in his hand.

"Didn't you go to eat?" Cheng Shu looked up at him in surprise, "So soon?"

"I didn't go to the cafeteria."

Lu Zhenliu put the plastic bag on the ground, and took out some rice balls from it: "See which one you want to eat."

It should be the instant rice balls he bought from the supermarket downstairs.

Cheng Shu sighed, "What are you doing?"

"You have just been discharged from the hospital and are in poor health, so you have to eat." Lu Zhenliu took out a bottle of orange juice and a bottle of apple juice, "You are not allergic to these two, you can drink them."

Cheng Su stretched out his index finger, and lightly fiddled with the rice balls on the plastic bag: "What are you coaxing me for?"

Lu Zhenliu was stunned for a while, avoiding his gaze indiscriminately: "I didn't coax you."

Cheng Shu raised his eyebrows and looked at him, and after a while Lu Zhenliu finally let go: "Yes, I'm just coaxing you, aren't you unhappy?"

"Thank you Teacher Xiaolu, but I'm not unhappy."

Cheng Shu picked out a rice ball and weighed it in his hand: "There are just some things I can't understand."

Lu Zhenliu said "hmm": "What's the matter? You can tell me."

Cheng Shu raised his eyes and met his black eyes.

Lu Zhenliu looked at him seriously, as if he was really waiting for him to say something he couldn't understand.

"that is......"

Cheng Shu moved his lips and said softly, "We are competitors, right?"

Lu Zhenliu nodded, and added: "But we don't have to be opponents. I mean, if we have been stable in the top seven debut positions, we are teammates."

"Don't interrupt."

Cheng Shu "tsk": "I mean, we have to compare votes in the same group, and we have to compare votes in different groups. It's a competition, right?"

"However, if we want to make a good stage, it is also a cooperative relationship, right?"

Cheng Shu raised his head slightly and looked at the corner of the sky exposed outside the window: "As the captain, when assigning parts, even if it doesn't suit me very well, I will assign highlights and solo to myself for more shots. After all, everyone isIf you want to compete, since you can make yourself more eye-catching, why not?"

"But as the captain, I want to make our stage better, so it's okay to distribute these solos and highlights to people who suit them, right?"

Lu Zhenliu nodded slightly.

Cheng Shu smiled, not sure if the self-mockery or helplessness in it was mostly: "Obviously it's all right, but why can't I figure it out, maybe I'm too..."

"It's too idealistic, and I want the domestic stage to get better and better, but I don't consider that everyone has different ideas."

He felt a little tired, so he waved his hand: "Forget it, it's okay, it's all my imagination."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes were suddenly covered with a pair of warm hands.

Lu Zhenliu's palm was very hot, and the lines were clearly printed on his eyelids, as if carrying a bubbling heat source.

"It's not your imagination,"

Lu Zhenliu's voice sounded close to his ear, and he said seriously: "You can think about anything you want, even if others don't approve of you, it doesn't matter. Just do whatever you want, it's your freedom."

"What you think is very reasonable. It's not for others to make irresponsible remarks. They may not be able to understand these things."

Cheng Shu raised his hand and clasped his wrist: "Ok, Mr. Xiaolu, thank you for the chicken soup, I understand."

"Actually, it's good to be an idealist," Lu Zhenliu slowly lowered his hands covering his eyes, "A person I knew before asked me similar questions, but he was very good, just......as good as you."

"Speaking of this."

Cheng Shu looked at him thoughtfully: "When you were in the hospital last time, what did you want to ask me?"

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