"Are you okay with the announcement of the show the day after tomorrow?"

"What program?"

While eating, Ling Ziyue suddenly mentioned being on the show at the dinner table, and Han Muxue was confused.

""National Producer"," Ling Ziyue put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked at Han Muxue with a gentle expression, "You have done nothing wrong. The public opinion has changed. An official account has issued a notice of the case.

The Lone Ranger will be in dire straits now, and the whole Internet is talking about it. If necessary, you can sue him."

Ling Zi became more and more gloating about his misfortune.

Of course he knows who this lone ranger is, although he doesn't understand what this guy's intention is. With such fake news, unless he is retiring from the world, he really can't think of why he would do something so careless about feathers.

matter.

It was better if Ling Zi didn't mention it, but when he mentioned Han Muxue, he became worried again.

"Yangyang, you did this to clarify for me."

Halfway through her words, her tears fell again.

"It was me who killed Yangyang..."

"Okay, okay, don't cry anymore. Crying too much will hurt your eyes."

Ling's mother got up first and held Han Muxue in her arms to comfort her.

"This man dies like a lamp going out. That is his fate. It doesn't matter to anyone else."

"The important thing is that the living people should live well," Ling's mother said with emotion, "If you, a girl, hadn't persuaded me at the beginning, I wouldn't have thought of following Lao Ling. But now that I think about it,

If he really does this, he won't be able to live in peace down there. He just wants to avoid me for peace of mind, and he must be annoyed by me..."

"Mom, you are quite self-aware..."

Ling Zi couldn't help but interrupt.

"Little bastard, you are the last person to criticize me. It's better for me to annoy your father than for you to stay away from each other forever." Ling's mother seized the opportunity to lash out at her son for his past bad behavior. "Because of everything, we have to draw a clear line."

To this extent? There is a sworn hatred. For so many years, you have never entered the house five times? You can, you can, you are great!"

"He asked me to get out, I just followed his request~"

"You can't even hear an angry retort, can you?"

"I'm so spoiled for you, all that thinking ability is spent on being angry with your dad."

"No, it's still used in study."

Ling Ziyue added seriously.

"When I was in the police academy, my overall quality was number one every year."

"..."

This Versailles made Ling's mother, a troubled girl who had not studied well since she was a child and was unruly and free-minded, speechless.

This is no comfort at all. It's just the mother and son singing and talking in cross talk.

"Anyway, the show continues."

"I'm not in the mood to do a show."

"Xue'er, as mom said, this person has passed away, but we living people will continue to live. It's been more than a month, and it's time for you to cheer up and get in touch with the outside world."

Han Muxue said nothing and lowered her head.

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as your acquiescence."

Under Ling Ziyue's arrangement, Han Muxue joined the team very quickly.

"Xiaoyun, let's go."

Xiaoyun, who had been promoted to Han Muxue's manager a long time ago, was in a very bad mental state, lost his mind, and could not help but be in a daze.

"okay."

After more than a month of devilish training, even a guy like Li Zitong, who had no intention of becoming an idol, could make two gestures. Han Muxue looked quite pleased.

However, Xi Rui looked at her in a strange way.

At the request of the big boss Ling Ziyue, Han Muxue changed from a singing and dancing instructor to a general teaching and singing assistant. She is still qualified for such a job.

During free practice, Xi Rui accidentally walked up to Han Muxue and handed her a tissue.

"Sister Xue'er, you are tired, please wipe your sweat."

Han Muxue raised her head and glanced at Xirui, who was smiling unusually at her.

"Okay, thank you."

Han Muxue was a little dazed. When she picked up the small square tissue and brought it to her eyes, she confirmed that she had read it correctly.

There is a line of long and short lines mixed into one mark on it. People who are not blind can spot it if they pay a little attention.

Her eyes involuntarily glanced at the high-definition cameras above her head. Her first reaction was to cover the passwords with her thumbs, fearing that her hands would be sweaty and obscure the passwords.

For the next time, her thoughts were all on the tissue paper with the secret message written on it.

Keep it in your pocket all the time, and every second feels like a year.

"Sister Xue'er, what happened to you? You don't look very good."

In such a large circle of people, only Li Zitong noticed something strange about her.

Han Muxue stared at the back of Xi Ruizhen preparing for the assessment, her lips turned white.

Li Zitong followed her gaze, thoughtfully.

These shoes were winding and long and short. Unfortunately, Han Muxue happened to know her and someone had taught her.

She only took a quick glance and could tell what it meant: Han Yang was still alive.

Han Yang is still alive, Han Yang is still alive, Han Yang is still alive.

This short sentence appeared repeatedly in her mind and could not be dismissed.

She is constantly controlling herself and constantly telling herself that this is a show and she cannot do anything outrageous.

She also understood that Xirui's blatant handing of this note to her was just the beginning.

"I'm here to help you."

Li Zitong had known for a long time that this Xi Rui was very suspicious, and she deliberately stayed close to Xi Rui during group practice. This time, she was unwilling to listen to her sister's instructions for the sake of Han Muxue. This Xi Rui was a person who was good at playing tricks on people.

The person between the palms.

Xi Rui has made it this far because everything she has done is for her music dream.

Then Li Zitong only had to do one thing: let Xirui crush this dream for her with her own eyes at a moment within reach.

"Hello, Teacher Yun."

The door to the practice room was pushed open halfway, and it was Yun Yan who came in a hurry.

He waved and nodded to all the trainees, then walked straight to the sidelines and sat next to Han Muxue, observing the other's changes with his peripheral vision.

"How have you been in the past month or so?"

He unscrewed the bottle of mineral water in his hand and handed it to Han Muxue, like an old friend reminiscing.

"That's it."

Han Muxue raised her neck and drank a large bottle of it. It seemed that what she was holding in her hand was not mineral water, but the powerful Wangyou Dukang.

"It will pass, you are so strong."

He turned to look at Han Muxue with encouragement in his eyes.

Han Muxue turned her head to look at his eyes as deep as a spring, and for a moment, she felt peaceful for a moment.

She reluctantly smiled at Yun Yan.

"Are there any players here that you are optimistic about?"

It's only when they are working that the two of them can talk.

Yun Yan glanced around and felt funny when he saw Li Zitong, who was accidentally singing too hard but working very hard.

"Li Zitong, I guess. He's good-looking, highly recognizable, and a transparent person. After this show is over, even if he doesn't get the ranking, there will probably be producers vying for this look."

"But she can't do anything. She can't dance or sing."

Yun Yan took a deep look at her, his expression seemed to be surprised that she dared to tell the truth to this extent, and then he deliberately glanced at the high-definition camera directly above to remind her to pay attention.
Chapter completed!