The Best Actor and the Non-Captive Canary

The night before the final, the program team finally mercifully turned off all the cameras in the training camp, leaving them the last night of collective life.

The heavy metal rock music that sounded like howling ghosts and howling wolves from Yuan Lai's stereo dispelled the last trace of the sad atmosphere in dormitory 602. Li Yangxu folded the last training uniform neatly, put it in a box, and shouted at Yuan Lai unbearably: "I will You clean up! You turn off the stereo for me!"

Yuan Lai, who was shaking his head to the music and desperately stuffing the clothes on the bed into the box, immediately turned off the music when he heard this, clasped his fists and shouted at Li Yangxu: "I don't thank you for your kindness, you will let me know if it is useful to you in the future. "

Li Yangxu pointed to the outside and said, "Then you just go and get..."

"...I must hide far away." After Yuan Lai finished speaking, he fell headlong on the bed and began to pretend to be dead.

Li Yangxu: "..."

After packing his luggage, Ling Mu looked at the time, guessing that Yan Qiujing should have finished dinner by now, so he went into the bathroom with his mobile phone.

In the past, the phone on the opposite side was answered in seconds after dialing, but today it rang several times before being picked up. Yan Qiujing's voice was as usual: "Baby~"

Although Ling Mu was a little strange, he didn't care too much, he just asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

Yan Qiujing replied warmly, "I just finished eating, how about you?"

"I've eaten," Ling Mu said softly, "I just packed my luggage, and I'm leaving the training camp tomorrow night..."

Yan Qiujing was a little surprised that one day he could hear the subtle reluctance in Ling Mu's words, who had always rejected group activities. There are more opportunities to meet friends, don't worry."

Ling Mu muffled: "Yes."

Yan Qiujing smiled lightly and said, "Tomorrow is the final, are you a little nervous now, baby?"

"It's okay," Ling Mu's voice paused, and then said, "I shouldn't be as nervous as you."

"Ah," Yan Qiujing sniffed very cooperatively: "Zai Zai is excellent, Dad is proud."

"...I'm sick," Ling Mu was amused by him, and soon remembered something, and asked casually, "Is my wild mother solved?"

Yan Qiujing's scalp went numb, and he definitely didn't dare to tell him the solution, he hesitated for a long time before he said: "Uh, almost..."

Ling Mu couldn't help laughing when he heard the tone, thinking that Yan Qiujing's guilty conscience was because he couldn't suppress the news and was afraid that he would be angry, so he sighed softly and comforted him: "Take care of your body first, there's no need for those who are in a hurry."

But I didn't want Yan Qiujing to sigh also: "Hurry up, why don't you worry, I'll be a family man soon, and I'm annoyed when I see it so unclear."

Ling Mu smiled, and coaxed: "You just need to be clear about it, and don't care what it does."

"Baby," Yan Qiujing said suddenly, "I will settle these messy things, and then I will definitely marry you in."

Just as Ling Mu was about to speak, he heard the other party smile and say: "Oh that... it's also fine to marry."

"..."

Fang Lin caught a glimpse of Yan Qiujing and put the phone back on the table after hanging up the phone before asking, "Are you really going to tell him?"

"Well," Yan Qiujing looked at the script in his hand seriously, without looking up: "If he knows that I was secretly discharged from the hospital, I will die."

"Can't it?" Fang Lin asked curiously, "Ling Mu doesn't look like someone who can lose his temper."

Yan Qiujing sighed deeply: "The more you don't like to lose your temper, the more terrible it is to be angry. No matter how coaxing or teasing you are, people will ignore you and treat you like air, and don't even bother to look at you." Take a peek." He thought about it for a while, and couldn't help saying: "Tsk, why don't you just slap us both."

Fang Lin said disgustedly: "Your hobby is quite unique..."

She added: "Then you still have to meet him in the final? Are you not afraid that he will be angry?"

Yan Qiujing smiled mysteriously, "I have a secret weapon."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Fang Lin's probing gaze and urged, "Hurry up, get over the work as soon as possible, I have something to do later."

Yan Qiujing, as the special guest of <The Story of Idol Cultivation>, in order to maintain the sense of mystery, does not have to participate in the rehearsal at the same time as the contestants tomorrow afternoon, so he can only come one day in advance to confront Fang Lin.It may be that many years of working experience made Yan Qiujing more sensitive to written content. Before Fang Lin could memorize all the words, he was already able to memorize them all, and the subsequent words were also very smooth.

After the end, Yan Qiujing didn't let Xiaolin follow, and drove away alone in a well-armed manner.

On the day of the finals, the four people in 602 got up early, and even Yuan Lai, who always stayed in bed until the last second, got up early without waiting for anyone to remind him.

The four of them went to the cafeteria to eat the last breakfast of the training camp. Zhao Chengze absentmindedly stirred the porridge in the bowl, and sighed: "There are really only four of us left for the six-person movie."

Yuan Lai glanced at Zhao Chengze and Li Yangxu who were on the opposite side, and then glanced at Ling Mu who was eating steamed buns beside him, and couldn't help shivering, "Why are you talking so awkwardly?"

The itinerary for the whole day today is full. In the morning, I will try on makeup and do styling. In the afternoon, I will go to the stage and venue for rehearsal. The finals will officially start at [-]:[-] in the evening.

The stylist grabbed two hands on Ling Mu's head and said, "Shall I change your hair color today? It's the finals, and it will give fans a little freshness."

Ling Mu was a little bit resistant, but after thinking about it for so many episodes of the show, except for curling her hair on the second stage and being forced to tie an apple head when reading a letter, it seems that nothing has changed.

He hesitated and asked the stylist: "What color?"

"Hmm..." The stylist looked at Ling Mu in the mirror for a while, and said, "Your skin color can be any color, why don't you try an exaggerated color? Light gold, light gray, light pink, thin rattan ?”

Hearing this pile of colors, Ling Mu's eyes flashed with some confusion: "... Is there one that disappears once you wash it?"

"One-off?" the stylist said, "Yes, but the effect is definitely not as good as the dyed color."

"It's okay, that's it." Ling Mu insisted.

At noon, Yuan, who was the first to finish the modeling, came to the next door to have dinner with Ling Mu, looked at his light blonde smooth hair, and said in surprise: "Damn it, are you so coquettish?"

While dyeing Ling Mu's eyebrows, the stylist said, "Fuck you, what a beautiful color he made, like a doll."

Yuan Lai nestled down on the sofa in the makeup and hair room, raised his hand to grab a bottle of AD calcium milk from the table next to him, put it in a straw, and said, "To be honest, I'm a bit gay."

Ling Mu looked at Yuan Lai's exquisite eye makeup from the mirror, and said, "To be honest, you're not much better."

Yuan Lai laughed loudly and said, "It's okay, the two of them are not much better."

The day went by very quickly, and when Ling Mu changed into his clothes and sat in the noisy backstage holding up the dinner box, his nervous nerves throbbed violently as if he had just woken up from a dream.He forced himself to calm down and finish the meal, then took a sip of hot water from the thermos.

The dance instructor who came to the backstage to condolence the contestants came over and took the water glass from his hand: "It's about to start, don't drink too much water, if you are really thirsty, just sip it."

After realizing it, Ling Mu raised his head to look at the tutor in front of him, stood up in a daze, and said, "Hello, teacher."

The dance instructor gently patted him on the shoulder and motioned him to sit down: "Don't be nervous, you are really great. I look forward to your extraordinary performance tonight."

Ling Mu sat in his original position and lowered his eyes slightly, the corner of the uniform he was clutching in his hand quickly became damp.He nodded, controlled his trembling voice and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

very nervous.

Miss him very much.

A female director opened the door and came in to inform: "There are still 10 minutes left, if you are not ready, hurry up."

... would love to hear his voice,

... want to see him.

Ling Mu suddenly got up and ran out quickly, the female director hurriedly shouted behind her: "Ling Mu? Where are you going? The live broadcast is about to start..."

Without looking back, he rushed into the locker room, and without bothering to catch his breath, he stretched out his trembling hands and took out his mobile phone from the inner pocket of the jacket he had changed.

enter password.

hum-

wrong password.

His hands were shaking so much that he couldn't hold the phone steadily, and he accidentally touched the wrong button on the screen a few times, causing input errors, Ling Mu was a little impatient.

Just as he was trying to restrain his trembling hands to enter the password for the fourth time, an incoming call popped up on the screen.

Ling Muban leaned on the clothes hanger in the dressing room, and whispered after answering the phone: "I'm so nervous."

"Don't be afraid, baby," Yan Qiujing said on the other end of the phone, "I'm watching you."

Yan Qiujing's gentle and steady voice was like a powerful pacifier, gradually calming down Ling Mu's restless heart.

Both ends of the phone fell silent.

The sound of each other's slight panting was pressed against each other's ears.

Ling Mu said: "I love you."

Yan Qiujing paused and said, "I love you too, very much."

There are only 5 minutes left before the live broadcast starts.

Fang Lin looked down at Yan Qiujing's hand, and confirmed again and again: "Do you really need to wear a glove or something to cover it?"

"No." Yan Qiujing raised his eyebrows lightly: "How can he see it if it's covered?"