Mars trainee

After completing the ID card, Zuo Cheng formally signed an agreement with Yang Dingfeng.

He will be a trainee of the men's team for a half-year debut training.

Zuo Cheng didn't really understand what a trainee was, and he didn't quite understand what a debut was.

But he has a very clear idea - he wants to eat.

Anything that can feed him can be done.

Zuo Cheng has a big appetite. He ran with the trainees in the morning, and others were out of breath after only running 10 laps, and shouted to the physical fitness teacher that they couldn't run anymore.

Zuo Cheng raised his hand and asked the teacher, "Teacher, I want to run another 10 laps."

Everyone stared at him with wide eyes, feeling a little unbelievable.

This is the same as when everyone watched that school was about to end, and then a classmate in the class suddenly raised his hand and asked the teacher, "Teacher, I haven't heard enough, can you talk for 10 more minutes?" This situation is almost the same. .

All of a sudden, everyone had some ideas about Zuo Cheng.

And Zuo Cheng's set of rules for dealing with people on earth was learned from a mental hospital, so he didn't realize at all that saying such words would arouse the disgust of others.

He also naively thought that the 10 laps just said seemed less.

However, the physical fitness teacher came over, patted him on the shoulder and said: "We run every morning just to warm up, and the sports that require physical energy are still to come. Don't worry, you will suffer later."

In the past, Zuo Cheng served as a special soldier on Mars, so his physical fitness is much stronger than the average Martian, and he is a leader.

The physical fitness of people on Earth is much worse than that of Martians. Therefore, Zuo Cheng's force value, calculated by himself, is about equal to about 20 adults.

That is to say, there is no problem with Zuo Cheng hitting twenty for one.

"Just pretend to be aggressive on the first day." Someone smiled, and then walked away with the others shoulder to shoulder. The person who said this was a senior in the regiment, his name was Zhao Ye.

Not far away, both Fu Chaoxi and Zuo Cheng heard it.

Fu Chaoxi thought that Zuo Cheng would be angry, so he took the lead and said, "Actually, Zhao Ye is more straightforward, so don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Zuo Cheng nodded, he really wouldn't meet him, because he didn't understand what the so-called "pretending" by people on Earth was.

There are a lot of earth vocabulary, and he is still learning step by step.

"He doesn't seem very friendly to me." Zuo Cheng said.

Fu Chaoxi clicked his tongue and said: "Because Zhao Ye is the face of our group, and his personality has always been a cool and handsome young man. Now that you are here, he has a bit of a personality conflict with him, so he doesn't like you."

Zuo Cheng nodded and concluded: "Oh, he is jealous that I look better than him."

Fu Chaoxi looked at Zuo Cheng in shock, and then patted him on the shoulder.

Fu Chaoxi: Dude, you are very rigid, you know that talking like this is easy to cause hatred?

Usually in the morning, the trainees practice vocal music, and in the afternoon they have dance lessons.

However, some people are good at vocal music, and they may be trained as lead singers or rappers in the future, so they will strengthen the training in vocal music classes, while some people are better at dancing, so they will extend the dance class accordingly.

Before Zuo Cheng came, the people in this regiment had basically found their positions, and the division of labor was very clear.

Fu Chaoxi asked Zuo Cheng, "Do you like singing or dancing?"

Zuo Cheng thought for a while and said, "I don't even like it."

"Then you're going to be a fart trainee?"

Zuo Cheng: "To make money."

Fu Chaoxi finally understood that this roommate was either out of his wits or too upright. Anyway, his brain circuit was different from normal people.

"Dancing or singing?" Fu Chaoxi asked, "Which do you think you are better at?"

Zuo Cheng pursed his lips, "It should be fine."

When he was in a mental hospital, he would watch variety shows on Earth when he had nothing to do. He found that the stars on TV were generally not very demanding and professional. As long as he studied a little, he should be able to surpass most of them. people.

The vocal teacher knew that Zuo Cheng was new here, so he let him stand at the front.

"Come with me and try it again." The teacher played the piano and said, "Hey, let's go."

Zuo Cheng took a deep breath and followed the tone, but one of them was confiscated, and he let out a whistle like a siren, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

Everyone covered their ears.

The teacher hurriedly shouted, "Stop, stop, stop."

Zuo Cheng stood there and asked the teacher for his opinion, "Does the teacher think I have talent?"

The corner of the teacher's mouth twitched, "The talent is still good, your vital capacity should be... pretty big."

Finally, when the vocal music class was over, Fu Chaoxi pulled Zuo Cheng and the two to sit in the practice room and asked him, "How many WeChat messages do you have? Add it."

Zuo Cheng shook his head, "I don't have WeChat."

"What? You don't even have WeChat, you are from an alien." Fu Chaoxi looked at him in disbelief.

"Yes, I'm from Mars." Zuo Cheng looked at him indifferently, with a natural expression, without any intention of joking.

"Then do you have a mobile phone? Bring the mobile phone and I'll register it for you." Fu Chaoxi was also very enthusiastic, thinking of quickly helping his roommate integrate into this big group.

"No." Zuo Cheng said.

"Then how do you usually communicate with others?" Fu Chaoxi asked.

"On our planet, communication with each other depends on brainwaves." Zuo Cheng said truthfully.

The corners of Fu Chaoxi's mouth twitched. I'm afraid this person has read too many novels, and the whole one is a patient with the second-stage middle school disease.

"I just changed my mobile phone. Let me use the old one first. Anyway, I can't use up the two mobile phones. I will leave the previous number to you." It is a bit strong. The old mobile phone he replaced was intact except for a broken corner of the screen.

Zuo Cheng held his mobile phone, frowned, and stared at the screen of the mobile phone with the look of a veteran cadre, "Open it for me."

Fu Chaoxi felt that although Zuo Cheng looked very young and looked cold and noble, as if he was repelled thousands of miles away, but many of his expressions and style of doing things were very similar to his grandfather who was paralyzed in bed at home.

Fu Chaoxi helped him turn on the phone, and then watched the awards ceremony of a certain movie channel.

"Zuo Cheng, I also want to act after I debut." Fu Chaoxi said with a smile, "Look, this is an actor I like very much. He won the best actor award this year."

Zuo Cheng glanced at the screen, and saw a tall and slender man in a suit walking slowly onto the stage.

He looks to be about 30 years old, with a rebellious face, the spotlights are hitting him, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, and there is an inexplicable bandit air.

"What's his name?" Zuo Cheng gently pressed his temples, the midday sun made him unable to open his eyes.

"Xu Luyang." Fu Chaoxi said, "How is it? Is my idol handsome?"

"It's still not as good as me." Zuo Cheng was a little face-blind to the people on Earth, "But it's okay among you people on Earth."

"Hey, what you said is quite interesting." Fu Chaoxi couldn't hold back his joy, "Then why did you come to our earth? You are a good Martian, you are not a spy, are you?"

After finishing speaking, Fu Chaoxi compared his hand to that of a pistol and compared it to his forehead, "I'm sorry, I'm a policeman."

Zuo Cheng gave him a white look, "I was going to go to the Star Fleet, but during the mission, my aircraft unfortunately crashed on the earth and was confiscated by the police."

Speaking of it, Zuo Cheng still feels a little heartbroken, and how to go back in the future is a matter.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, you might as well go to act." Fu Chaoxi said, "Do you have any friends here?"

Zuo Cheng nodded, "Yes."

"Then how did you know each other?" Fu Chaoxi asked again.

"I met some good friends in the mental hospital." Zuo admitted that he really answered.

Fu Chaoxi was drinking water with his neck up, and he couldn't hold back a "Puff" and sprayed him all over the face, "Hahahahahahaha, I know you in the mental hospital, I'm so laughing."

Zuo Cheng frowned: Why do you look down on others?Why do I feel that the people in the mental hospital are much smarter than you look.