Rong Yuheng really couldn't bear Wen Zewen's reputation for being defiled, so he could only type "pa" and explain to Lu Mingxuan:

—He didn't flirt with me, it was because I misunderstood. He just wanted to be my grandma.

Lu Mingxuan didn't care when he saw "he" and thought it was Rong Yuheng who made a typo.

[Lu Mingxuan]: People nowadays are really weird, but you are quite self-indulgent.

【Rong Yuheng】:…

He knew that no matter what he said to his grandson, he would end up hurting each other in the end.

After Rong Yuheng Lishang cursed Lu Mingxuan for six or seven minutes, Zou Yi and his team finished their performance and returned to the backstage.

Rong Yuheng quickly abandoned Lu Mingxuan and ran over to show his care, "Are you tired? Are you thirsty? Do you want to help you peel egg shells?"

Zou Yi's street dance was very exhausting. After getting off the stage, he had not completely calmed down his breath. He almost didn't breathe up after hearing this.

“We don’t need to peel the shell…”

Pu Zaixi didn't know what to be polite, so he directly put it on Rong Yuheng's shoulder. The shade was so wet and sunny that it was like a sack, and the bag was still leaking, and it was "huh" and it poured wind into Rong Yuheng's ears.

"I'm so exhausted, huhhhh..."

"..." Rong Yuheng felt that the "huh" sound of wind was filled with the sound of wind, as if he was stuffed into a deep mountain cave.

"I'll accompany you to the lounge for a while."

"Okay." Pu Zaixi said and looked around, "Where is Shubai?"

Rong Yuheng also looked around, but didn't see anyone. He remembered Wen Zewen and said that Zhou Shubai's ranking was very dangerous, and he couldn't help but worry for a moment:

Will he hide in a dark corner and cry? He wipes away his tears and prevents the secular people from seeing his fragility?

Zou Yi did not understand why Rong Yuheng's sudden sorrow was for. Adhering to the fine tradition of the Chinese nation, he humbly asked for answers to questions and answers.

Rong Yuheng reposted Wen Zewen's words.

After talking, the three of them fell into unspeakable silence.

In fact, Zhou Shubai's strength has always been in the middle, and there is no magical explosive point like Rong Yuheng. In addition, he is a kind little silly who loves to show off his wealth. The audience's sense of his senses is always mixed with good or bad, and his popularity is neither high nor low.

Being eliminated is also expected, but emotionally, Rong Yuheng and the other two hope that Zhou Shubai can survive until the end.

The collective silence was conquered by three neat sighs. The three of them walked slowly towards the lounge with bright sorrow.

Rong Yuheng's developed tear glands were touched by sensitive emotions again. When he thought that Zhou Shubai might be sad in a corner at this moment, he wanted to shed tears of empathy without control...

The group walked to the door of the lounge under the cover of sad clouds.

Pu Zaixi pressed on the door handle and pushed open the door with a "click".

As soon as the door opened, I saw the person they had just discussed sitting inside.

There is no sadness, nor is there any pretending to be strong after being fragile.

Zhou Shubai leaned on the back of the chair, like a king who looked down on the world, with his eyes full of spirits and a vast world.

That expression seemed to have won the final.

Three people who have not yet been stripped of their sadness, "………”

Seeing that they were in a bad mood, Zhou Shubai was quite worried, "What's wrong? Zou Yi and Jae-xi didn't perform well?"

Zou Yi, “…No, it’s pretty good.”

Zhou Shubai breathed a sigh of relief in relief, "That's good, I thought you were in danger too."

This "also" is used quite smoothly, as if you have accepted the established destiny.

Rong Yuheng choked for a moment. Although he didn't know what Zhou Shubai was looking down on himself, he still comforted him, "What Teacher Wen said may not be correct. Maybe you will end up with it?"

Zhou Shubai tolerantly ignored the word "gou" and only accepted his good wishes.

"Actually, I also know that my strength is not too high or low in popularity. Teacher Wen said it very objectively, and I am ready."

Rong Yuheng thought that the "being prepared" he said meant being mentally prepared. Before he had time to regret him, he heard Zhou Shu turn his words and then emitted an unparalleled brilliance from his body.

"I'm ready to enter the film and television industry."

Rong, Zou and Pu took a breath of air at the same time: It turns out that he is looking down on the film and television industry!

...

However, Zhou Shubai's "film and television ambitions" were not implemented.

As the performance of ten groups of students ended, the audience voting channel was closed. After the tutor voted, Xi Lin announced the final results of each contestant and the number of eliminations in this round on stage.

There is no Zhou Shubai here.

Zhou Shubai was on the verge of elimination and successfully advanced.

A bunch of sand sculptures that had been brewing for a long time with anxiety: It was so sad!

But, so happy!

On the way back, four carvings nested together to explore the reasons why Zhou Shubai could survive.

Zou Yi specially found the video playback of the promotion competition, and while watching the barrage, he slides the support comment section under the voting gate.

After searching for a while, the four of them finally found the core-

The audiences who were originally disappointed because Zhou Shubai and Rong Yuheng blocked their faces were angered by a certain Du Wei's saying "Superficial, only knowing how to look at the face". In order to prove that they had depth, they all voted for the two!

Zhou Shubai, who was almost eliminated, unexpectedly turned the tables.

...Silence spread among the four people. After a long time, Pu Zaixi stretched out a fist and handed it to Zhou Shubai's mouth.

"This player, I want to interview you about your feelings."

Zhou Shubai stared at the lines of red "Du Wei Speech", his lips stammered for a few moments, and after a while, he squeezed out a sentence.

"There is no good luck."

Back at the training site, a group of students were sent away routinely.

The remaining fifteen students were called together by director Chen Li, saying that they would announce the finals.

"Everyone knows that we will decide six places in the final to debut in a group, so the cooperation of the team is also part of our assessment. Next, you will be divided into three groups, each with five members, and prepare for the stage performance of the final together."

As soon as Chen Li said this, the students were in an uproar: The performance of five people in a group should not too highlight their presence, nor could they let their strength be buried. How can we coordinate and distribute it so as not to fight?

Chen Li said with a sarcastic look, "I know that some of you have opinions, but it's useless to have opinions, because I am the director."

Everyone:...I owe it!

Chen Li let the team fly for a second and said seriously, "I will face this kind of problem when I debut in the future. You must understand the meaning of the team in advance. No matter how strong the strength is, if you cannot live in harmony with the team, then this team will not have a team spirit."

The director team was extremely efficient and the night when the rules were announced, they were divided into groups based on the characteristics of the students.

Rong Yuheng was assigned to the second group, and there were also members of the group, including Shan Qi, Pu Zaixi, Nan Minshan and Yu Fu.

When Rong Yuheng saw the name "Yu Fu" on the list, he suddenly fell into silence for ten seconds. Ten seconds later, he touched Guanyinyu on his chest and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air:

Be harmonious... need a soul... need a friendly look.

In the second group, Dan Qi is the strongest, and he will lead the members of the group to arrange and train, no one has any objection.

After the group was divided, each group began its own training.

During the compact cooperation and practice day after day, Xu Sun's phone number broke the tranquility again.

But this time he just reminded Rong Yuheng to pay attention to the trial version of "Treasure Hunt Conference" that will be broadcast in a few days, and then think about how to interpret his character after the program is broadcast.

Only then did Rong Yuheng remember that there was also "Treasure Hunt Conference".

As for the character... he has his own sense of responsibility, so he will put it aside before talking about it.

"Treasure Hunt Conference" is about to premiere, so naturally the "sponsor fathers" must not miss it. After Rong Yuheng informed him one by one, he suddenly caught a glimpse of "Wen Zeju" in the penultimate line of the communication page.

Wen Zewen seemed to be very concerned about his variety show. Rong Yuheng thought that although the big actors may not have time to watch it, they at least have to tell him.

He thought about it and went to a message.

[Rong Yuheng]: Grandma, your grandson's "Treasure Hunt" will be aired on Thursday~[Sea Otter Cheers.jpg]

Wen Zewen has already joined the group and is probably filming now. He waited until Rong Yuheng finished training in the evening and returned to the dormitory before he received a reply from the former.

[Wen Zewen]: When filming, I will call you later. Be good.

Rong Yuheng stared at the last word "benevolent" for a while, thinking that Wen Zewen's "Miss Grandson script" is not only very deeply involved in the role, but also quite lasting. He is truly worthy of being the best actor.

【Rong Yuheng】: [Sea Otter Benevolent.jpg]

Because the training during the day is intensifying and having to keep a friendly mood at all times to gather his soul, he is already a little tired now.

Rong Yuheng threw his cell phone at the head of the bed and was about to take a shower and collapsed on the bed to rest.

When he finished taking a shower and was still full of heat, he heard Pu Zaixi calling him, "Your phone rang just now."

Rong Yuheng said "thank you", walked to the bedside with his slippers, and saw an unanswered call invitation on the screen of his mobile phone.

Not answered: Wen Zewu

The call was twenty minutes ago, and it was already ten:30 in the evening. Rong Yuheng didn't know if Wen Zewen had rested, so he sent a message:
To be continued...