I Struggled To Survive In the Girl Group

"I'm ready, come on."

The zipper of the light golden dress was half open, revealing a small section of the girl's smooth and white back. The owner of the dress looked a little nervous, held his breath and sat upright, waiting quietly.

An Qing raised her hand, tentatively lifted the zipper of her dress that was halfway up, and shook her head again and again.

"No, you **** your stomach again."

"Tired, destroy it."

Shen Siqi was suddenly discouraged, and fell weakly on the dressing table. The early morning sun shone through the window and cast a small bright spot on her cheek.

It was seven o'clock in the morning, and the dressing room was full of people coming and going. Fortunately, the number of trainees has been reduced to 15, and there was still a queue when the fifth public put on makeup together. Now everyone has a seat.

Tonight is the final, the stage will be broadcast live, and the online voting will be open throughout. While the trainees were excited, they were somewhat nervous.

An Qing came early and had already done her makeup. She wore Hanfu today, with fresh tones dominated by white and ice blue. Two lovely buns were combed on the top of the head, with lovely snowflake hair accessories on them, and the remaining silver hair was scattered on the shoulders. An Qing sang the winter part, and this dress was very suitable for the occasion.

Shen Siqi didn't know whether it was because she ate too much or what was going on. The dress that fit in yesterday's rehearsal couldn't be pulled up, so pitifully came to An Qing for help.

"I obviously lost a few pounds, and this skirt is for me." Shen Siqi complained dissatisfiedly, and suddenly paused when her eyes reached a certain point.

She said, "Why do I feel like I've lost so much weight?"

An Qing was stunned and followed her gaze.

Yu Tingbai was sitting on a seat not far away, and he had basically finished dressing up. She is also wearing Hanfu, a classic cross-collar design, revealing two thin collarbones. The light red skirt is embellished with delicate maple leaf embroidery, which is atmospheric and beautiful.

An Qing murmured, "She's pretty... ah, no, she lost a lot of weight."

Yu Tingbai's slender waist Yingying gripped, and with the amazing amount of hair, the long black hair was draped behind him, covering almost the entire back. Maybe it was because of her unwellness yesterday, her face was still a little pale, and I felt pity for her.

At this moment, An Qing suddenly felt a strange coolness.

Like someone was staring at her.

She frowned and looked around. Some of the trainees put on makeup, some played with mobile phones, and some were chatting, and there was nothing unusual.

Is it an illusion?

Shen Siqi sighed and interrupted her thoughts: "I'm so envious of Yu Tingbai not gaining weight."

An Qing calmed down, looked away, and encouraged her: "Stand up, let's try again!"

Shen Siqi was instantly possessed by the drama, raised a hand sadly, and kept shaking: "An Qing, leave me alone, you go first..."

An Qing: "? Then I'm leaving."

When she was about to forcibly pull Shen Siqi up from the chair, a small bottle of essential oil was handed to the two of them.

A clear female voice sounded: "Siqi, try this."

It's Wen Ling.

An lightly rubbed her eyes, almost not recognizing him.

In order to match the music style of "Prejudice", Wen Ling put on heavy makeup today, her long hair was **** high, and her two black ear bones were filled with a thick metallic luster. The dark red jacket was left open, and the high-heeled suede boots that went above the knee framed the perfect leg.

Although it doesn't match her previous temperament, she is still very good-looking.

Wen Ling didn't look at An Qing, just handed the essential oil to Shen Siqi's hand again.

An inexplicable guilty conscience came up, and An Qing took a half step back wisely.

She didn't have much contact with Wen Ling, but she could feel that Wen Ling might not have a good impression of her. Only in the head-on collision, will lightly say hello.

There is also Yi Zhuo, who often stays with Wen Ling, and his hostility towards her is even more obvious. Yi Zhuo's appearance is already very aggressive, let alone chatting, every time An Qing gets a little closer to her, she has the illusion that she will be beaten in the next second.

"Thanks."

Shen Siqi didn't notice any difference, thanked Wen Ling, took the essential oil and stuffed it into An Qing's hand, instructing her, "Quick, help me apply a little bit to the zipper, but don't get it on my clothes."

"Understood." An Qing opened the lid, dipped a little with her fingertips, and carefully smeared it on the zipper.

"Okay, you stand up."

Shen Siqi got up obediently, took a deep breath, An Qing lifted her hand up, and the zipper closed smoothly. The two were overjoyed and were about to high-five to celebrate when a low female voice came from behind.

"Wen Ling."

Yi Zhuo walked through the crowd and walked over quickly, her thin lips pursed tightly, and her eyes were colder than the metal pendant on her neck.

She looked at Wen Ling, then at Shen Siqi and An Qing who were beside her, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Wen Ling noticed her unhappiness and smiled at her: "It's okay, there is a problem with Siqi's zipper, it has been solved."

An Qing hurriedly closed the lid of the essential oil, wanting to return it to Wen Ling, but was brushed away by a sharp-boned hand in mid-air.

Yi Zhuo glanced at her, and there was no emotion in his tone: "Keep it for yourself."

After she finished speaking, she pulled Wen Ling, turned around and left.

An Qing: …

Is it because she was touched?

She held the bottle of essential oil and stood there, looking overwhelmed.

Shen Siqi was also stupid, and it took a long time to come back to her senses and make a sudden realization.

She advised: "An Qing, don't blame Yi Zhuo for targeting you. When you mocked them both, you didn't show mercy at all."

In fact, Shen Siqi has been choked by An Qing twice before, but she has a good temper and does not hold grudges, and An Qing has been acting too normal recently, and she is very friendly to her. She is never ambiguous where she can help, making her forget about those unbearable things. Looking back on the dark history. No one will make a mistake, just change it.

An Qing: ? ? ?

What is she mocking? She probably skipped this passage when she was reading, and had no impression at all.

Seeing her puzzled expression, Shen Siqi couldn't help but widen her eyes: "No, don't you remember?"

An Qing was afraid that she would suspect something, so he gave himself a bigger pot.

"I'm sorry, I used to be ignorant and ridiculed too many people, how can I remember it."

"Yes." Shen Siqi nodded thoughtfully, eagerly helping her recall, "It's just that the things that Wen Ling and Yi Zhuo use are relatively cheap, and then you sometimes get weird. , 'Is it addicting to give people's heads', 'no money to drag anything' and so on. Well, there are other things I think about..."

"Don't think about it, it's all my fault, I'll change it."

An Qing's face was aching, she really didn't understand how someone like the original owner could live and not be beaten to death until now.

According to the setting of the novel, Wen Ling's family is well-off, and maybe he doesn't care about her, but Yi Zhuo is a real person who has climbed up from the bottom bit by bit. She said that, didn't she just poke someone else's sore spot?

Shen Siqi patted her and comforted: "It will be fine, a society ruled by law. Even if Yi Zhuo wants to beat you, he has to weigh it."

An Qing: "...Thank you, I'm much better."

Forget it, anyway, it will be a group in the future, and some will have the opportunity to make up for it.

***

Before the last rehearsal, the three captains each drew lots. I don't know if it was lucky or unfortunate, but Yu Tingbai drew No. 3 and was the last one to take the stage. Shen Siqi was the first, Yi Zhuo and Wen Ling were the second.

Since there are only three teams on the field, the time interval between each other's performances is relatively short. So while the first team was performing, the remaining two teams were huddled backstage, ready to play.

"An Qing, the belt seems to be loose, help me tie it."

Yu Tingbai reached out and touched his back, greeting.

"coming."

An Qing obediently went around her back, and sure enough, the belt was loose and was about to slip off. She stretched out her hand and carefully helped her tidy up the belt covered with red maple embroidery, but suddenly felt a chill behind her.

Again?

An Qing turned her head sensitively, but still found nothing.

Thinking of what happened just now, she couldn't help but glanced in Yi Zhuo's direction again.

The other party was talking to Wen Ling, his eyebrows stretched, and his lips were smiling. When Yi Zhuo laughed, the aggressive aura on his body was much smaller, and it turned into a bright surprise.

Although Yi Zhuo and Wen Ling have more personalities, they are very good people and have strong business skills. If it wasn't for the death of the original owner in the early stage, they should be able to get along with these two people happily now.

An Qing thought with some regret, and when she was not careful, she tied the belt in her hand into a dead knot.

Yu Tingbai sensed something was wrong, reached out and touched it, then turned to look at her.

Only then did An Qing react, and hurriedly reached out to solve it.

"I'm sorry I lost my mind..."

Yu Tingbai retracted his gaze and quietly waited for her to tie the belt again. Nothing went wrong this time, the soft gold ribbon embroidered with red maple was tied into a beautiful knot, and the ends hung down softly.

An let out a sigh of relief: "Okay."

"What are you thinking about?"

Yu Tingbai asked suddenly.

She looked down at her, her eyes twinkling, as if concerned.

An Qing was flattered, her brain twitched, and she said, "I'm thinking about Yi Zhuo."

Yu Tingbai: ?

Her eyes regained their former peace in an instant, and the warmth disappeared without a trace.

An Qing suddenly realized that what she said was ambiguous, and she actually dared to talk about other women in front of her fiancee. She hurriedly grabbed Yu Tingbai's sleeve, leaned into her ear and explained in a low voice, "I mean, Yi Zhuo seems to have a big opinion on me."

The warm breath hit the pinna, which felt very unfamiliar. Yu Tingbai paused for a moment, but did not escape.

She heard An Qing continue: "Of course, it's normal to have opinions on me, after all, I used to..."

"It does not matter."

Yu Tingbai turned her face away and lowered her voice, as if to comfort her.

"Yi Zhuo is not a stingy person and will pass."

An Qing's heart warmed and she nodded moved. However, this feeling didn't last for a few seconds, and Yu Tingbai's next sentence made her smile freeze on her lips.

"Compared to Yi Zhuo, you should be careful, You Shuang."

Yu Tingbai's gaze passed over a few people and landed on the face with a seamless smile not far away.

"She has the means and likes to step on others to climb up."

An Qing was suddenly worried, her small face wrinkled into a bun.

"Then what should I do? I seem to have no means."

She has always been upright, how can she play You Shuang.

"You have... forget it."

Yu Tingbai sighed softly, raised his hand, and seemed to want to touch her frowning brow.

But in the end, her fingers just brushed the side of her face, and gently pinned a strand of soft silver hair behind her ear.

She smiled lightly: "I don't need you."

The author has something to say:

An Qing: Yu Tingbai, do you dare to finish? what do I have?

Yu Tingbai: You are a fool.

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