I have all the characters you like [Entertainment]

On a dark and windy night, in the empty and desolate corridor, there were two humanoid figures whose heads could not be seen.

This scene is replaced with a black and white filter and some special effects, with a spooky bgm, which is the opening of a horror movie.

But in fact, Song Xian just lowered his head and pondered his lines together with Pu Sheng.

Song Xian didn't know why he somehow became Comrade Lei Feng.

It seems that because Pu Sheng said that he would be eliminated soon, Song Xian's conscience was very hurt, and he quickly comforted Wang Zha's younger brother incoherently.

As a result of such a pair of lines, I realized that Wang Zha's younger brother didn't get the script of the program group at all.

Did you get the script? !

Song Xian was dumbfounded.

After careful questioning, I realized that my younger brother was worse than myself.

No company, no background, no fans, after being eliminated, you can only quit the circle and go home.

A strong sense of guilt overwhelmed Song Xian instantly.He tried to apologize to Pu Sheng for his previous bastard behavior, and then coaxed his poor little brother, but Wang Zhan's younger brother put on a posture of "a hard life needs no comfort".

Song Xian desperately wanted to make up for his mistakes, so he started discussing the script with Pu Sheng in a daze.

Pu Sheng read it again according to the lines, "I don't have any skills, I only serve people with color in my life. Now..."

"No, no!" Song Xian quickly waved his hand, "The oiran you played is a man with feelings, not a walking dead without feelings. When you read your lines, you must show that you bear humiliation... Try to imagine that your ambitions are not rewarded , everyone bullies you and looks down on you."

Pu Sheng followed his prompt to think for a long time, and finally shook his head, "No one bullies me."

Pu Sheng has a special status and has been well protected since childhood.

Others couldn't get close to the little prince at all, let alone bully him.

Song Xian: "Uh...then think about the time when you were most wronged. For example, now, you want to advance and make your debut, but the Goobi program team doesn't even give you the camera!"

Pu Sheng: "Oh, it doesn't matter if I don't debut."

The worst outcome now is nothing more than retiring from the circle and going home to inherit the throne.

From the day Pu Sheng was born, he had already accepted this fate, so there was nothing wrong with him.

"Okay, you're amazing." Song Xian couldn't make any sense, and couldn't help giving Pu Sheng a thumbs-up, "Uncle, if I'm half as indifferent as you, I won't be so old that I can't make myself look like you." A slut."

"Uncle?" Pu Sheng tilted his head, indicating that this seniority is a bit strange.

His parents are the youngest of his generation, and Pu Sheng's uncles and aunts are all in their 50s and [-]s this year.

Song Xian smiled wryly, and laughed at himself, "That's right. You're only 19 years old, and I'm already 27. It's rounded off, isn't it uncle?"

Pu Sheng said one thing, "You are still very young."

"I'm not young anymore. My lifespan as an audition trainee has come to an end. Even if I still want to be a fried dough stick, the program team won't want me." Song Xian felt that this topic was too sad, and said with a sniff , "It's late, let's hurry up and stop talking nonsense. I'll read the lines to you, and you listen."

Song Xian cleared his throat and read according to the script, "I don't have any skills. All my life, I can only serve people with color. Now this face is also ruined, and I am equivalent to a useless person. If the crown prince wants to kill or cut his hands, why let me do this?" A thorn in your eye."

It was Song Xian's first exposure to this play, and his proficiency in lines and timbre were not as good as Pu Sheng's, and the effect of his performance was not as moving as Pu Sheng's.

But the lines he read had the emotions that Pu Sheng lacked the most——

Bearing the burden of humiliation, dragging out an ignoble existence, putting all his eggs in one basket.

Even though the situation is difficult, there is still an unquenchable flame buried in the chest.

It turns out that a brave and arrogant person looks like this. Pu Sheng looked at him and suddenly understood.

"... Sigh, my reading is too ordinary, I can't act like an oiran." Song Xian put down the script and scratched his hair sadly, "This role is so difficult."

"I already know how to act," Pu Sheng looked at him with sincere eyes and said, "Thank you."

Song Xian's heart was pounding by the sudden gaze, and he stammered, "No, you're welcome, come on."

"Yeah." Pu Sheng stood up from the cold ground, took advantage of the opportunity to give Song Xian another hand, and continued the topic he had just said, "You are very young, as old as my brother."

Distant Puzheng: Your brother and I are only 26! 26!

"The acting is also very good."

Although Pu Sheng's tone was flat, there was always a sincerity that people couldn't bear to doubt.

"It's their fault that the show doesn't want you." Pu Sheng elaborated.

Song Xian was embarrassed by the series of words, waved his hands and said, "... that's enough, enough, don't comfort old brother, go in and sleep."

"Okay." Pu Sheng obediently responded, and called out according to his own name, "Good night, old brother."

"Hahahahaha!" Song Xian covered his mouth, laughing so that his shoulders trembled.

Ouch, brother Pu Sheng is really cute!

What kind of little angel is he?

Song Xian recalled his reaction two days ago, covered his face swollen into a pig's head, and felt that he really couldn't escape the law of true fragrance.

On the second day, it was the instructor teaching that all the trainees were looking forward to.

As the chief tutor invited by the program group, Xing Qingchi lived up to the word "teacher" in the title.

The first performance of "Freshman Cultivation Department" took eight days in total from the drawing of lots in groups to the official stage appearance.After deducting one day of rehearsal, the remaining seven days are all used to get familiar with the script and learn acting skills.

Among the seven days, Xing Qing held three days to come to class.

three days!This is simply something that no one could have dreamed of before!

Xing Qingchi, the legendary actor of the altar and top superstar, will actually teach everyone acting skills in person!

With this one alone, even if they can't make their debut in the end, this trip to the draft is already worth it.

Early in the morning, the trainees in the dormitory opened their coffins and quickly got up from the bed, ready to go to work in a hurry.

"Brother! Brother, wake up!" Hao Qianfan supported the wall, calling out to Pu Sheng while putting on his pants.

After howling several times in a row, Pu Sheng didn't respond, but woke up Song Xian who was in the opposite shop.

"What time is it?" Song Xian stretched out his arm from under the quilt, took the alarm clock and looked at it in a daze, and yawned, "It's only 06:30, don't disturb Xiaosheng, he didn't go to bed until after three o'clock last night."

It's a pity it was too late to say this, Hao Qianfan put on his underpants naked, ran to Pu Sheng's bedside to have a look, stretched out his evil claws——

Pulled out his earplugs.

"Huh? My brother doesn't go to bed until three o'clock?" Hao Qianfan looked down at the earplugs in his hands and said awkwardly, "Should I put them back in for him?"

Obviously too late.

Pu Sheng, who had lost his earplugs, regained his hearing, let out a soft 'uh', his eyes were still closed, and he was still immersed in sleep and did not want to wake up.

He stretched out a small hand from under the quilt wrapped like a silkworm baby, rubbed his eyes that couldn't be opened, and then frowned slightly.

Hao Qianfan thought it was amazing, and poked at the bedside to observe Pu Sheng.

Frowning usually means unhappiness. In daily life, people often frown consciously or unconsciously.

But it was the first time Hao Qianfan saw Pu Sheng make such emotional movements outside the play.

Very, very cute.

So cute!

Under his idiotic gaze, Pu Sheng slowly opened his eyes.

At a glance, he saw the muscular half-naked hunk next to the bed.

Pu Sheng felt that this scene was abnormal, or the way he got up was abnormal.

So he blinked, trying to reboot himself.

More, cuter.

Hao Qianfan is like a novice dad, his whole body is full of paternal love.I couldn't help but want to steal my mobile phone back and take a video of the cute Zai Zai as a souvenir.

Pu Sheng's face was a little red when he just woke up, his dark gray pupils were misty, and he was as young and soft as a newborn baby.

"...Brother Fan, good morning."

Pu Sheng found that after restarting himself, the half-naked man in front of him still did not disappear, and the expression on his face became even more idiotic.

Fortunately, the rationality of returning to the basket made him recognize Hao Qianfan, so he didn't act in self-defense.

"Hahaha, good morning brother." Hao Qianfan laughed awkwardly, shook the earplugs in his hand and asked, "I heard that you slept late yesterday, how about I return the earplugs to you so you can sleep a little longer?"

"No." Pu Sheng lifted the quilt and sat up, looked at Song Xian opposite, with a little sleepiness in his voice, "Brother also slept very late yesterday."

"Huh?" Ling Bai, who was also woken up, asked smoothly, "Who is the old brother?"

Pu Sheng pointed to Song Xian and greeted him, "Good morning, old brother."

"Hey, good morning little brother." Song Xian happily accepted the title.

"Wait, wait!" Feeling that something was wrong, Hao Qianfan quickly asked, "Since when did the two of you have such a good relationship? Why don't you join the CP?"

"Don't, don't, don't, don't! Our two groups of CPs have to be a year-end relationship. Isn't socialist brotherhood fragrant?" Song Xian licked the corners of his lips, and said awkwardly, "I was the bastard two days ago, I was wrong. In the future Shengsheng is my own younger brother, you just...don't ask for details?"

"Success!" Hao Qianfan was quite straightforward, he didn't take off the last layer of fig leaf, and performed "As long as you like Pu Sheng, we are good brothers" on the spot, and greeted him affectionately to use the bathroom first.

"Brother, before that..." Song Xian glanced at him in disgust, "When are you going to put on your clothes? Don't sway in front of my brother with that fat body on your back!"

Hao Qianfan: "I am a muscle! A muscle!"

Ling Bai: "Hahahahahahaha!"

Pu Sheng: ...

Sleepy.

Four handsome guys with different styles put on the same pink uniform, went to the cafeteria together to have a nutritious breakfast, and then entered their respective training classrooms to wait for the instructor to teach.

According to the class schedule, Xing Qingchi will come to the second ancient group in the afternoon.

In the training room, the two students in the same group couldn't wait, so they sneaked out to take lessons from other groups.

After 10 minutes, the two students who had been in class were crying and rolled back, huddled in a ball in the corner, trembling.

"Teacher Xing is too fierce, huh."