Boy group: In order to survive, I have to open business

In order to achieve the goal of one million likes within one day, Xia Xinglang decided to do a personal live broadcast in the dance studio while training at night. However, the live broadcast was forced to be closed shortly after it was opened. The assistant called and said that live broadcast in the dance studio was not allowed as it involved company privacy.

Damn it! The road has come to an end, and now there is only a short video dance challenge left, but what dance are they going to dance? It would be best if it was a senior from the same company, but the idol group of C company hasn't returned for a long time...

Che Zaixun: "What about the live broadcast?"

Xia Xinglang: "The company said that we are not allowed to live broadcast in the dance studio. It involves privacy."

Che Zaixun: "Then I'm going to the gym."

Xia Xinglang followed him all the way: "I'll go wherever you go."

Che Zaixun: "Why do you cling to me?"

Xia Xinglang: "Since we live in the same room, is it wrong for me to know him better?"

Che Zaixun took a photo of himself working out in a vest and uploaded it to Bubble. Xia Xinglang handed him a towel and said, "Don't overdo it. You won't be able to fit into your clothes."

"Well," Che was sweating while training, "You're just following me and not going to train?"

"My training today is to understand you and observe you."

"I don't have anything to observe," Che Zaixun said while wiping his sweat, "What did you spray on the towel, perfume?"

"Well, otherwise it would smell like sweat."

Che Zaixun sniffed it and said, "It feels weird."

In order to sell his homosexuality, Xia Xinglang even suggested sleeping in the same bed with Che Zaixun when he returned to the dormitory at night.

Hanayamain Eiji: "Why don't you sleep with me, Syaoran-kun?"

Xia Xinglang: “…”

Yingzhi: "Are you sure you don't want to improve your relationship with me? You even tried to kiss me before."

"..."

Che Zaixun washed his face and said, "I move around a lot when I sleep at night, so you'd better sleep in your own bed."

Xia Xinglang was completely at a loss, but Yingzhi was still inviting him, so he lifted the quilt and patted his bed: "Little Wolf, sleep with me."

"Okay," Xia Xinglang, whose pajamas were pink with strawberry bear patterns, hugged his pillow and lay down, "Brother Yingzhi, your quilt is very light."

"Do you want to turn up the air conditioning?" Yingzhi asked, "I'm afraid you'll be cold."

Yingzhi was wearing pure white silk pajamas: "Xiaolang-kun, why don't we have a night talk."

The air conditioner in the room was kept at 26 degrees. After washing up, Che passed by their bed and said, "Go to bed early. You have a meeting tomorrow."

"Oh," Yingzhi covered his head with the quilt, "Then let's keep our voices down."

Xia Xinglang turned sideways and looked at Yingzhi. Huashanyuan was in high spirits: "I haven't been like this since elementary school."

"Brother Yingzhi," Xia Xinglang asked him about his back injury, "Have you been injured before?"

"Well," Yingzhi admitted, "my stage career was very short. I injured my lumbar spine in an accident and have been undergoing treatment. Now I can't do some movements."

Xia Xinglang: "Are you sad?"

“A little bit,” Yingzhi said, “If I can’t even sing and dance anymore, I don’t know what to do.”

"Actor or something like that," Xia Xinglang said, "Brother Yingzhi, you are very good-looking, you should be good at acting in a Japanese drama."

"I want to make a special effects drama of Kamen Rider."

"Playing Kamen Rider?"

Hanayamain Eiji slowly shook his head: "I want to play a monster."

"..."

"It's easier with the monsters," Eiji said, "They just stand there and get hit, while Kamen Rider has to do flying kicks and all kinds of moves."

Che Zaixun: "Turn off the lights!"

The light suddenly dimmed, and Xia Xinglang felt Yingzhi turn over in the darkness: "Xiaolangjun, thank you for bringing me closer to my dream. Although it's not a real musical, there are singing and dancing. It's a good stage, even though he's wrapped in bandages like Frankenstein."

"Can I hug you?" Yingzhi suddenly said.

Xia Xinglang hummed, feeling the other's body temperature through his pajamas, Yingzhi reached out and touched his hair: "Little Wolf, you smell like lemon, wolves also like the scent of lemon."

"What's that smell on Brother Yingzhi?"

“Sea salt.”

Che Zaixun suddenly pressed the light switch: "You two go to sleep! Stop sniffing around."

Yingzhi put a hand on Xia Xinglang's shoulder: "Okay, let's go to bed right away."

Xia Xinglang couldn't sleep at all. He lay down and stared at the exclamation mark on the system panel. His mind was full of gay thoughts. He couldn't complete the task and could only stare at the countdown in a daze.

He reached for his phone in the middle of the night to check the bubble and saw that the number of likes had exceeded 50,000, but there was still a long way to go to reach one million. Live streaming was not feasible, so he could only work on short videos. The problem was that he also had to communicate with the company about this matter, as there was no provision in the contract for members to be able to shoot short videos freely.

Tomorrow is the day of his death... Just before his debut and on the eve of the release of his debut song, the news that the center of the JP1 boy band audition group died suddenly should top the hot search trends.

In the dance studio the next day, Xia Xinglang was relieved when he saw that there were only three hours left. He was warned by the system just for thinking about buying data. What's more, his idol personally contacted the studio to brush the data. This alone made him completely out.

Che could feel Xia Xinglang's gaze from time to time during training, and the two fell into a strange silence after looking at each other. Xia Xinglang was not in a good state today. He left the dance studio rehearsal early and sat in a daze, hugging his knees with a pale face. His teammates came to care about him, but Xia Xinglang just said that he was fine. When he went out for some fresh air, he stood alone in the stairwell in a daze.

One hour.

Xia Xinglang saw the red light around the exclamation mark getting brighter, and a feeling of powerlessness rose up. Will he really die? Death was imminent and he began to run away. He seemed to see the scene of the fight for the C position after the first group. No one voted for him. Everyone chose Yin Donghao as the C position. He said something to Yin Donghao in a hurry, and then ran out of the dance room crying. Jin Chengxie came to chase him and persuaded him to go back.

'What if I can do better?'

"What if I can surpass Yoon Dong-ho?"

It was just a possibility, and he knew it was just a possibility. But even if it was just a possibility, he wanted to make it a reality.

Most of the time passed while he was in a daze. Xia Xinglang suddenly started coughing violently. His throat felt fishy and sweet, and the smell of rust filled the air. He wiped the corner of his mouth, and his fingers were all red.

Blood!

Xia Xinglang himself fainted from blood and felt dizzy.

"Xia Xing Wolf! Little Wolf!"

"Little Wolf..."

My chest hurts so much, Xia Xinglang's consciousness gradually blurred, I felt someone calling me, the voice was getting closer and farther, my chest was hurting, was he doing CPR? His lips were pressed against mine, giving me air, artificial respiration, no, my first kiss in this life is gone, forget it, I'm going to die soon.

Xia Xinglang opened his eyes and saw that it was Che Zaixun standing next to him. Actually, this guy was also very handsome. Isn't he quite manly? Because their lips were pressed together and there was blood stains on the corners of his mouth, he looked like a vampire.

"Awake? I'll take you to the hospital right away!" Che Zaixun went to call for help, and then an ambulance came and he was put on a stretcher.

On the way to the hospital, Xia Xinglang fell asleep. He didn't know if he would die. It was like he had returned to the days in his previous life when no one cared about him. After his debut failed, he signed a contract with a small company half a year later. After his debut, he always had the least shots and lyrics. In order to maintain his idol activities, he wore private clothes on stage because the company didn't prepare any clothes for him. It was like they accidentally overlooked him. It was also a hidden bullying. The company let it go because he was not popular and no one cared about him.

"What's wrong with you?! Don't you have any costumes prepared?" The manager took it out on the costume designer. "How can the captain go on stage? If all else fails, let the remaining eight people go on stage."

The original intention was to prevent him from performing and going on stage.

"I can do it," Xia Xinglang said, "I was originally wearing black clothes, similar to the others."

The agent finally let him go on stage. Xia Xinglang performed the whole show in his casual clothes. After the show, his teammates left him to eat. Xia Xinglang stood at the edge of the stage. No matter how standard his movements were or how good his voice was, he was still at the edge. The company didn't want to promote him, but they still signed him because he had participated in "Idol Planet". They used him as a marketing gimmick, but this gimmick failed because the clip of him playing passively after failing to grab the center position was broadcast, and there were only negative comments about him.

Once there is a first time, there will be countless times. In the next show, Xia Xinglang did not have a costume and still went on stage in his private clothes.

It seemed that his teammate pushed him accidentally. They were performing outdoors to attract passers-by to listen. The stage was also temporarily built. It was raining that day and the stage was very slippery. He fell and got a big cut on his arm. He went to the hospital alone and got seven stitches, while his teammates performed as usual.

When he came back, his place had disappeared.

His teammates acted as if he didn't exist and shouted slogans in unison on the stage.

Xia Xinglang covered his aching arm and was told that he didn't need to participate in the following activities. The stage didn't need him, the company didn't need him, his teammates didn't need him, who would need him...

The company then stopped caring about him, or in other words, he was put on ice.

In order to maintain his dream of becoming an idol, Xia Xinglang decided to save money and find someone to write songs for him, and upload videos of himself singing and dancing. He worked at a gas station at night and as a cashier at a convenience store during the day. When the company found him again, they asked him to take on the dirty laundry of another member. It was fatal for an idol to have a member's love affair with a group that had just started to rise.

Xia Xinglang didn’t know what kind of mentality he had when he accepted the offer. The company only promised to let him stand in the middle of the stage and take the C position in the next song.

What he had to face was overwhelming scolding, but he stood in the most conspicuous position, which was the position he had always expected. He, Xia Xinglang, only needed to walk out of the hotel and have a few photos taken by reporters. It was a very simple thing, much easier than working two jobs.

"..."

Xia Xinglang woke up from his dream with cold sweat on his forehead. He looked at the unfamiliar ceiling. There was an IV tube in his arm and it hurt to move it even a little.

"Little Wolf!" "Little Wolf!" Many people called themselves at the same time.

It feels wonderful to have all his teammates around him. He imagined this scene when he fainted after the first public performance. After waking up from the hospital bed, he was surrounded by his teammates. It was like something in a comic.

"After the checkup, there's nothing serious, it's just low blood sugar," Kim Seung Hyuk said, "Why don't you eat well? You look so bad!"

"After finishing the glucose infusion," said Hanayamain Eiji, "you vomited blood, which scared everyone. The doctor said it was actually a nosebleed."

Xia Xinglang: “…”

The assistant asked him to have a good rest today, but Xia Xinglang felt much better and wanted to go back. After all, the doctor said that there was nothing wrong with him, which meant there was nothing wrong with him. It was all a system problem.

"Little Wolf," Yin Donghao said, "You are too thin. Eat more next time."

"I'm fine," Xia Xinglang hurriedly sat up, "I haven't sent any bubbles today, where's my phone?"

More important than these are system tasks!

[Forced mission failed! Mission rewards have been reset!

The punishment is over and the mission time is extended!

Mission remaining time: 14 days

Designated person: Che Zaixun

Mission goal: The account has 1 million likes

If I don’t sell homosexuality, I will die. Countdown: 13 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes, 59 seconds…】