In the evening, the last ray of light of the setting sun is gradually swallowed up by darkness.
The first basement floor of Zhaoxi Entertainment Company.
The trainees who took a short break rushed to the practice room one after another to perform the final exercises.
Jiang Yunmo subconsciously pulled the brim of his hat and rubbed his aching forehead.
Your manager, Sister Hong, saw that your artist's mental state was not very good. She quickly handed over a bottle of yogurt with a worried look on her face: "Okay, are you too tired from practicing? Do you want to take a rest?"
I have been training for more than ten hours for a week, and even an iron man cannot hold on.
Even the staff on the side couldn't help but stopped in worry.
The training intensity of this group of interns is really too high.
But there was nothing to be done.
Four people are selected from a group of interns to form a group and debut.
We can only seize the last moment to train and present the best stage performance to the audience in the most perfect condition.
I heard that during the closed practice period, something happened at Jiang Yunmo's home.
He couldn't bear to go back and only made one or two phone calls along the way.
Jiang Yunmo was reluctant to delay the progress and waved his hand to express that it was okay.
But her voice was a little hoarse, "It's okay, my throat just hurts a little. I'll just wait until today's training is over."
The manager, Sister Hong, was still a little worried, but she couldn't help it. This guy didn't listen to anyone when he tried to resist.
After training yesterday, I was alone in the practice room and stayed there for several hours.
This guy really works hard when it comes to fighting.
To debut as a star.
I am almost severing the relationship with my biological parents. How can I just give up if I have persisted to this point?
Jiang Yunmo didn't care about these things.
Since you have chosen to be a star, of course you have to do your best to do it.
Two hours later, the training ended.
Jiang Yunmo could finally breathe a sigh of relief and sat down to take a sip of mineral water.
When I think of a stranger suddenly coming to my home, I feel irritable.
Several teenagers of the same age were sitting on one side, their gazes were somewhat impolite and full of scrutiny. Some even stretched out their feet and kicked over the mineral water bottles placed aside.
"Jiang Yunmo, you don't have to work so hard. In order to be able to debut, you work like this. Who are you trying to disgust?"
Jiang Yunmo sneered: "Don't you need to work hard?"
"Don't everyone want to make a debut?"
Several people sneered: "Everyone is very hard-working, but not as hard-working as you. You are really shameless if you want to please Sister Hong."
"If you have the ability to show your real skills, what's the point of just playing tricks behind your back?"
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This kid has been different from everyone since the day he entered training camp.
Who is Sister Hong?
He was a gold medal agent, and he had worked with Liang Yancheng-level stars before.
He came up to say hello directly and was even introduced to the training teacher above by Sister Hong.
I originally thought that I was just an embroidered straw person who only used the back door.
But this kid was really not polite at all when he was trained.
If I hadn't heard that something happened at home these days.
Together we have to sleep on the floor of the dance studio every day.
…
What should I say about this kid?
The more I looked at it, the more unpleasant it became, and I felt like I wanted to drag it to a corner and give it a severe lesson.
Several people looked at each other, as if they had come up with some dirty trick.