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

On the second day of the competition, Xia Xinglang was doing pre-match stretching exercises, and Xiao Yu stretched with him. The two stood back to back, holding each other's arms and carrying each other on their backs.

Xiao Yu: "Little Wolf, have you forgotten something?"

Xia Xinglang said: "Drink sports drinks before the game to replenish salt."

After stretching, Xiao Yu pointed to his cheek.

"No," Xia Xinglang refused, "The fans will take pictures."

"Wouldn't it be better if we took pictures of it?" Xiao Yu said, "Xiao Lang and my relationship will be exposed."

"No romance," Xia Xinglang's eyes were dead, "nothing at all."

Xiao Yu: "How can you say that!"

"The 50m sprint race will begin soon. All runners, please take your positions. Lane one, Luna boys, Li Zhenyu... Lane four, Jup1ter, Xia Xinglang."

"I'm going to fuck."

"Come on, little wolf!"

Without any need to cheer up, Xia Xinglang got ready for the start. When the starting gun was fired, he saw the person on the track next to him trip over his right foot when he started, and he fell hard on the rubber track. He hesitated for a moment, and saw the runner in the first lane running very fast. He thought he might as well give up and save some energy for the relay. He reached out and pulled the person up: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, thank you."

The boy thanked him. Xia Xinglang saw that his knee was injured, so he and the staff helped him backstage and said, "What group are you from? I didn't notice it just now."

"Thank you, senior. Our group is P1F, which stands for period 1 of fantasy."

Nowadays, idol groups are popular with some English abbreviations and numbers, which can form the effect of permutations and combinations, but there is nothing memorable.

"Siyu, are you okay?"

The boy's teammates gathered around him, seeming to be concerned. Xia Xinglang saw that the boy was only about fourteen or fifteen years old, very young: "Have a good rest."

Xia Xinglang had given up the competition earlier, but the sports meet still arranged him in the next race. He might as well have just run. After a full sprint, he was still left behind and won the last place. It was especially embarrassing to run last under the cheers of fans and teammates.

Next was the relay race, 4x100m. Xia Xinglang held the baton and as he started the race he kept thinking why he should participate in the idol sports meet. There would be very few shots of him anyway, and he wouldn't get any medals if he worked so hard. But he still ran as hard as he could, leading in the innermost circle, running harder than in the previous sprint. He felt his lungs aching and breathing was painful.

Someone surpassed him, and Xia Xinglang passed the baton to Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu ran very fast. Although his animal model was a fish, Xia Xinglang thought it could also be a leopard, because he had won a silver medal in the hurdles before, and he looked more like a leopard when he ran. He surpassed the previous contestant, and his hair was not messy when he ran. He must have sprayed styling spray, iron bangs...

As the third runner, Yin Donghao maintained his advantage well and widened the gap. Xia Xinglang could see the real-time image from the screen broadcast, but except for the name tags on the people, he could not even see their faces. He could only identify people by their hairstyle and hair color. Xiao Yu went over breathlessly and hugged his shoulders, but Xia Xinglang silently pushed his hand away.

“Sweat.”

"Do you want to drink it?" Xiao Yu handed him the water he had drunk. Xia Xinglang hesitated for a moment and opened it, but did not drink it from his mouth.

Xiao Yu took off his sweatshirt, and the quick-drying clothes underneath showed a sweat stain on his chest: "Little Wolf, aren't you afraid that I will drug you?"

Xia Xinglang spat out all the water in his mouth and coughed, "What medicine?"

"You were just kidding," Xiao Yu squeezed the bottle tightly, making a creaking sound from the compressed plastic, "Little Wolf, do you really miss me that much?"

On the screen, Yoon Dong-ho passed the baton to Kim Seung-hyuk, the last runner. Seung-hyuk has very good physical strength, he is simply a physical idiot. He participates in almost every sport and is overly energetic. Xia Xinglang didn't see him being very good at hurdles before, but his result in the 100m was in the top three and he was about to cross the finish line. Everyone rushed forward at the same time.

The interview camera will be given to each team. Yin Donghao took a slight breath and walked in front of them: "It's almost over."

After all, 100 meters can be run in about fifteen seconds, and the entire race takes about one minute. Time did not pass quickly. With Kim Seung-hyuk being the first to cross the finish line, the other three tracks also reached the finish line.

Finally, interview their team.

"I hope to bring the medal to the fans, Cupids," said Yin Donghao, "We are No. 1, see."

"As a group," Kim Seung Hyuk said, with beads of sweat on his forehead, "I feel like my relationship with everyone has improved."

Xiao Yu also gave a similar answer: "I hope Cupid will be happy to see this."

Xia Xinglang: “…”

The three of them looked at him, and Xia Xinglang confessed to his fans: "Cupid, I love you!"

Since becoming an idol, I have developed an occupational disease. I will wave my hands involuntarily when facing the camera. The four of them are also like this, but thinking that this is a slightly more serious and formal occasion at the sports meeting, they slowly put their hands down: "Bye!"

The next archery event is also a team competition. Because there are so many people who signed up, there are many factors that can make you look cool in archery. Even if you get a zero ring or miss the target, fans will feel that their idol’s arrow has hit their heart.

Hanayamain Eiji wore finger and arm guards: "I used to like being topless."

"Want to be naked?"

Yingzhi: "It's unnecessary to wear a chest protector. You don't need to wear it anyway."

Xia Xinglang remembered that Yingzhi's characteristics included proficiency in archery, swordsmanship, tea art... and proficiency in many other categories. Brother Yingzhi must have received aristocratic education since he was a child. It seemed that he knew everything. He was good at archery, swordsmanship, and he could even find time to practice dancing. He was simply a genius, and it was a waste of his talent for him to be an idol.

The competition started. Yingzhi opened one eye, put the arrow on the bow, hooked the string, drew the bow, and aimed, all in one smooth motion.

"10 rings."

Right in the bull's eye.

Next arrow.

"10 rings."

The last shot.

"10 rings."

Yin Donghao came on stage and scored 9, 10, and 8 rings.

Kim Seung-hyeok's final score was 8, 10, and 7 rings.

The final score was 82 points, and their team won another gold medal.

Yoon Dong-ho: “Young-ji is amazing.”

Kim Seung Hyeok also praised, "This is the first time I know that Young Ji is so accurate in archery, what a genius!"

“I took classes when I was a kid,” Yingzhi said, “but I haven’t practiced for a long time.”

Kim Seung Hyuk: "I hope we can get the MVP in the end."

"Don't brag," Yin Donghao also knew how to avoid controversy, especially since there were many fans at the scene, "Three gold medals are enough."

Kim Seung-hyuk began to count the number of gold medals. The group that finally won the MVP would perform at the closing ceremony. Xia Xinglang felt that it was dispensable, but it was a good opportunity for other groups to showcase themselves.

In the end, the MVP and the best performance of the game were won by the P1F group, which stands for period of fantasy. It is a very meaningful team name if you think about it carefully. Since it is a fantasy moment, the performance should be eye-catching. But in fact, the boys forgot the words several times due to nervousness and finally performed three times before it ended smoothly.

When Xia Xinglang saw the little boy with the injured knee again, he felt that he looked familiar. Perhaps he had seen him somewhere in his previous life. The boy was only fourteen or fifteen years old, with immature facial features and some baby fat on his cheeks.

When have you seen it before? It seems like I am almost remembering it.

"Something happened." "It's serious."

Xia Xinglang heard someone whispering beside him, and from time to time people around him looked at him. He went to the corner and took out his mobile phone to check today's hot search trends. When he saw the number one, his heart began to beat wildly.

The top trending search is:

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