I'm in a sports variety show with my nemesis HE

The press conference ended soon. Before coming to the scene, Zhao Fan said he would take Song Mingyuan to say hello to the director, but now he didn't know where he went, so Song Mingyuan had to stand under the stage and wait for Xiaomu to find someone.

As the spotlights of the venue were turned off, the venue that was brightly lit just now immediately became dim, probably like the status of a star, glamorous on the stage, but off the stage, he was almost like an ordinary person, with a lot of troubles and helplessness.

Almost all the people in the program group had left. Even if they found Zhao Fan now, they might not be able to say hello. Song Mingyuan waited by the stage for a while, feeling that there was really no need to wait any longer.

Just as he was about to go back to the lounge, he suddenly saw at the door on the other side, Tian Tao, Gao Xingcheng's manager, leading him to chat with the program director Sun Yuran, and there seemed to be the note that asked him just now.

Song Mingyuan suddenly knew which media this male reporter was, although he hadn't seen the four words on his work card clearly before.

Entertainment front.

Recently, the relationship between Guihai Film and Television and Entertainment Frontline is so good that it is almost becoming a company. It seems that this interview has been arranged for a long time, and he took the initiative to break the questions that the audience may pay attention to. Not only did he explain why Gao Xingcheng came to participate in the variety show, but also It also cleverly resolved the embarrassment of being on the same stage with competitors.

It's really a remarkable piece of excellent publicity. If Song Mingyuan hadn't been involved in it, he would definitely give them a thumbs up sincerely.

But they took him with them!

He just sweated for Gao Xingcheng, who was not prepared to be questioned suddenly, and felt deep sympathy for him because the reporter's question was not friendly. He even said that he had an easy-going personality and told himself a joke!

In the end, this was designed by others a long time ago!

Song Mingyuan suddenly realized that he was a joke at this moment, and cooperated with the other party to act as a clown!

"Xiaomu!" Song Mingyuan yelled loudly as he walked outside the arena, "Where's Xiaomu?!"

Xiao Mu had just returned to the entrance of the release hall, and Zhao Fan had already returned to the company, completely forgetting the previous agreement.

Hearing Song Mingyuan calling himself, Xiaomu hurried to his side.

"Xiaomu!" Song Mingyuan's voice did not decrease at all, and he even raised it a notch, completely attracting Gao Xingcheng's attention, "Where's the fitness card? Give it to me! I'm going to the gym!"

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Said he wanted to go to the gym, Song Mingyuan still chose to retreat at home for a few days, finished the rest of the thesis, and sent it to the teacher for preliminary review.

The first recording of "Let's Exercise Together" is scheduled for next week. Xiaomu took advantage of the rest of these days and went back to his hometown. Song Mingyuan didn't want to go out by himself, so he called a good friend he met in "I want to form a group" , Zhang Zixuan.

Zhang Zixuan is the same as Song Mingyuan. When he participated in the show, he was an amateur without a company. The difference is that Zhang Zixuan is an acting major. Although he is only a sophomore, most of the students in the class have an agency. Still a little anxious.

Last year, the two of them were roommates on the show. On the day Song Mingyuan quit, he was just eliminated. The two came and walked together, with similar personalities, and quickly became good friends.

"Xiaojie, what are you doing today?" Song Mingyuan was standing by the window, watering the green radishes.

"No." Zhang Zixuan's voice was muffled.

Song Mingyuan heard it immediately, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just that my classmate just said that the agent told me to go to the audition, and I thought of myself." Zhang Zixuan took a deep breath, and resumed his usual brisk voice, "What's wrong? I'm fine today."

Hearing that Song Mingyuan made an appointment to go to the gym by himself, Zhang Zixuan immediately agreed. Although they were all thin, which boy wouldn't want to look stronger?

The two made an appointment at two o'clock in the afternoon. This fitness club is located in the city center and is a well-known national chain club.

This was Song Mingyuan's first visit to a formal fitness club. His previous understanding of fitness was to go to the playground for two laps, do pull-ups and the like.

"Xiaoyuan, which one are you going to practice first?" Zhang Zixuan was even more unfamiliar with this place, and asked in a low voice as he followed Song Mingyuan closely.

"Hmm..." Song Mingyuan looked around. He was probably familiar with the treadmill, so he pointed casually, "That's it."

The two stood side by side on the two treadmills. At first, they adjusted the speed slowly, intending to progress step by step, chatting and walking.

"You don't need to rush to sign the contract." Song Mingyuan said, "Look at me, and you will know how important it is to have a good company."

Zhang Zixuan knew all about the disturbing things that Song Mingyuan encountered. If the company really had no strength, it would be fine. However, Feng Xuanjie, who had good resources in the company, was in stark contrast to Song Mingyuan.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zixuan couldn't help speeding up a bit, speeding up his pace, trying to vent out his inner grievances: "You said, there is a 'Xuan' in the name, why is there such a big gap between me and Feng Xuanjie?"

Thinking of Feng Xuanjie's failure in his studies, Song Mingyuan couldn't help but say in the tone of someone who has experienced it: "You are only a sophomore, don't worry, study hard first."

As the speed of the treadmill became faster and faster, Song Mingyuan and Zhang Zixuan finally couldn't continue talking, and started running silently and mechanically. After running for a few minutes, they were already out of breath.

"I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore." Zhang Zixuan waved his hands and slowed down the speed. He sat on the rest chair next to him, panting heavily, and looked around.

In the afternoon of weekdays, there are not many people here. The only few people seem to be very experienced, and they are proceeding in an orderly manner according to their own training plan.

But he is not the only one who is lazy. On the bench press in the distance, a man is exerting force rhythmically, and a man dressed as a staff member is standing beside him, holding his mobile phone with one hand, while the other hand is naughtyly scratching the man's buttocks. waist.

The man lying down had really good concentration, and he didn't even react. According to his own plan, he finished the remaining five before fixing the device, stood up slowly, and raised his hand to slap the troublemaker's face. on the back shoulder.

I don't know if it's because the man's strength is too strong, or the troublemaker didn't expect the other party to come suddenly, the mobile phone in his hand flew out immediately, completed two and a half weeks of rotation in the air, and wiped the fingertips of the owner chasing him , fell to the ground.

"Pfft..." Zhang Zixuan, who had witnessed the whole process, couldn't hold back and laughed.

This laughter was especially clear in the already quiet clubhouse.

The troublemaker didn't even pick up the phone at the first moment, and his sharp and ruthless eyes swept over here at the first moment, Zhang Zixuan was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head.

"What's the matter?" Song Mingyuan slowed down and walked to Zhang Zixuan's side, wanting to stand in his position and see what happened over there.

"Hey!" Zhang Zixuan grabbed his arm in time and made him turn back. The other party looked very difficult to mess with, and he didn't want to cause trouble, "It's okay, it's okay, don't look past it."

Song Mingyuan frowned slightly in doubt, picked up a towel on one side and wiped his sweat, he was not very curious, so he stopped looking if he was not allowed to look, and stood by the window to adjust his breathing.

Zhang Zixuan sneaked a glance guiltyly, this time not only the troublemaker was looking at this side, but even the strong man was also looking at it.

The troublemaker picked up the phone, but he didn't take his eyes off Zhang Zixuan. After all, there are not many people who dare to laugh at him, so if you finally come across one, you have to take a good look.

"How about Xingcheng? Are you interested in them too?" The troublemaker found that the man who was just obsessed with exercising was also staring at him at the moment.

The man withdrew his gaze, loosened the wristband on his hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "That's Song Mingyuan."

"Which one?" Having said that, Anping became more interested in the person over there, "The one who is taller?"

Gao Xingcheng nodded.

"That's it?" Anping laughed as if he had heard some joke, "How does he deserve to be your competitor?"

Gao Xingcheng didn't speak, he also wanted to know the reason for this question.

He untied both wristbands and threw them to Anping, "I'm going to take a shower and I'm ready to go!"

After that, he walked out of the fitness area alone.

The entrance to the shower area happened to be near Song Mingyuan. Gao Xingcheng didn't intend to greet him. He just pretended to be on the show or in front of the camera. There was really no need to act as an acquaintance or good friend in private.

Having said that, when he walked over, he still couldn't help looking at it out of the corner of his eye.

Because he was going to the gym, Song Mingyuan deliberately chose a close-fitting and breathable T-shirt today. At the moment, it was mostly wet with sweat and stuck to his body. His thin waist was clearly visible, and his back and upper arms had almost no muscles.

Gao Xingcheng gave a soft "tsk", not knowing what he was thinking, he would participate in this kind of confrontational variety show, he was really overwhelmed.

Song Mingyuan turned his head abruptly, so frightened that Gao Xingcheng quickly looked away and walked over quickly.

"Xiaoyuan?" Zhang Zixuan looked at Anping, and pulled Song Mingyuan's arm, "What are you looking at?"

Song Mingyuan curled his lips, still staring at the door next to him: "I always feel that someone is looking at me, and that figure from the back seems familiar."

Zhang Zixuan's focus was not here, he tugged his arm again, and lowered his voice: "Have you finished your practice? Let's come back another day."

"Well, it's fine, step by step." Song Mingyuan looked away, "Then let's come back tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Zixuan looked at Anping again. The person who was standing there just now disappeared without a trace. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and finally raised his head: "Let's go, buy a bottle of water first."

Zhang Zixuan was thirsty for a long time, without the threat from Anping's eyes, he could finally go to the vending machine over there.

There were no sodas and juices in the vending machines in the gym. The two chose sports drinks of different flavors. Song Mingyuan wanted to pay, but Zhang Zixuan stopped him and insisted on buying him.

Song Mingyuan couldn't compete, so he silently put away the phone. The moment he put the phone in his pocket, a mop handle suddenly stretched out from behind, and rubbed his arm against the gleaming scanning window.

A male voice said faintly behind him: "My brother is also thirsty, let's buy a bottle for him too."

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The author has something to say:

Song Mingyuan: Someone is peeping at me!

Gao Xingcheng: I am not!I don't!I just...wanted to learn more about the competition!

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