I Struggled To Survive In the Girl Group

The first time Yi Zhuo saw Wen Ling was in the trainee dormitory.

The dormitory is a four-person room, with the bed and the table. At that time, there were still three days before the official start of filming, and there were only two of them in the dormitory.

Yi Zhuo looked at the nameplate at the door. Except for her, the remaining three people were a trainee from a big company, a small internet celebrity, and a man named Wen Ling. She had never heard of it. Amateur.

In fact, she is also an amateur herself. Although she has participated in rap drafts before, she offends people because of her youthfulness and gets revenge. She can't receive resources at all.

When entering the door, Wen Ling was sitting at the table playing with something. Hearing the sound of the door, she raised her head, and a pale light fell in her cold eyes, making her whole person look cold.

Yi Zhuo smiled at her, "Hello, my name is Yi Zhuo."

She took a half step back, compared the photos on the door, and asked tentatively, "Are you, Wen Ling?"

Wen Ling nodded, stood up, and responded politely, "Hello."

Yi Zhuo closed the door and pushed the suitcase aside. She pressed her cold fingers against the heater, and the heat spread up her palm.

She glanced at Wen Ling, who continued to keep her head down, and her eyes fell on the two eggs on the table.

It was only then that Yi Zhuo realized that what Wen Ling was holding was a small egg cooker.

She asked, "Do you want to cook your own eggs?"

Wen Ling responded.

Yi Zhuo became curious and asked again, "Is there no cafeteria?"

I have long heard that there are a lot of rich second-generation people who come to participate in the draft. Is this some kind of special high-end egg?

"Yes." Wen Ling put the eggs into the egg cooker and pressed the power button. She looked up and said calmly, "But it's expensive, it costs five dollars."

Yi Zhuo: Huh? ? ?

If it wasn't for Wen Ling's too serious expression, she would have thought that the other party was telling a bad joke.

The talent show can be called a money-burning machine, and the price of the canteen is naturally one level higher than other places. But the vast majority of people would not cook eggs in the dormitory at the risk of being ridiculed in order to save a mere five dollars.

But Wen Ling obviously doesn't belong to the vast majority of people. Her eyes and movements are very calm, as if she is doing a normal thing.

Feeling that the gazes of the people around him were following him, Wen Ling hesitated for a moment, then asked reluctantly, "Do you want to eat too?"

Yi Zhuo: ...

She said, "No need, you didn't bring a few."

Wen Ling said, "I brought two hundred of them."

Yi Zhuo: Huh? ? ?

She is not a person who likes to make a fuss, it is rare to be shocked twice like this in a short period of time.

Wen Ling explained: "It's too hot in the room, so I put it on the balcony."

Yi Zhuo raised his eyebrows: "Two hundred, you plan to keep it until the finals."

Wen Ling said, "Of course."

The water in the egg cooker on the table had already boiled, and the warm air rose up, covering her beautiful eyebrows.

Yi Zhuo suddenly felt that this person was very interesting. She leaned forward cheekily and sat on the chair beside Wen Ling.

"Then invite me to eat one?"

Wen Ling said, "Okay."

She thought of something, bent down, and rummaged through the open suitcase beside her.

The top slid down a little, revealing a white and tight waistline.

Yi Zhuo's eyes paused, and then silently looked away.

Fortunately, Wen Ling got up quickly, with a small glass bottle and a small saucer in his hand.

She said, "chili sauce, please eat it too."

***

Wen Ling really didn't break his promise, he passed the test all the way, successfully stayed in the finals, and successfully got a debut position with the fourth place result.

On the gorgeous and grand final stage, Wen Ling walked up the stairs all the way to his seat.

The lights were dazzling, and the crowd was noisy. For a time, she had a trance-like unreal feeling, and her figure swayed slightly.

Almost at the same time, a slender and powerful arm supported her.

Yi Zhuo didn't know when she stepped down from her seat. She stood one step higher than her, her long and narrow eyes drooping slightly, and she looked fixedly, "Are you alright?"

At that time, Wen Ling and Yi Zhuo had cooperated many times and were very familiar with each other. Wen Ling shook her head, held her hand, and let the other party lead her to the seat.

She raised her eyes and whispered "thank you", but was quickly drowned out in cheers for the final debut.

At the dinner after the final, most people were in a state of extreme excitement.

The game played round after round, and the crisp sound of the wine glasses collided incessantly. The lights flickered and hit the young and bright faces.

Wen Ling was having fun with the crowd for a while, then found a corner sofa to cuddle with. She has never been used to this kind of situation, and she always feels that her body is going to be hollowed out after staying for a long time.

She was holding a pillow and brushing Weibo, when a shadow suddenly fell in front of her.

Immediately, the sofa under him sank slightly, and Yi Zhuo's voice sounded beside him, "Do you think it's troublesome again?"

After getting along for so long, she already knew Wen Ling's temperament very well. Many things that ordinary people take for granted will become troublesome for Wen Ling.

Wen Ling seemed to be drinking a little too much, her eyes were slightly drunk, and her cheeks were pale pink.

"Trouble." She raised her head, looked at the crowd, and muttered, "Also, it's still not exciting enough."

Yi Zhuo didn't understand: "What's not exciting enough?"

Wen Ling didn't speak, picked up the half glass of wine left on the table and drank it.

She likes intense stimulation, both emotionally and physically. Only in this way can she feel that she is a flesh and blood person.

It stands to reason that she has been training hard for so long, and she has gotten her debut position without any risk. Whether it's physical or emotional, it's enough.

But somehow, she just felt it wasn't enough.

This feeling intensified, making her irritable for no reason. The emotions that were stagnant in my heart could not be vented.

Yi Zhuo sighed, "Wen Ling, you drink too much."

Wen Ling shook his head and reached for a glass to pour wine.

But the next second, the wine glass was removed by Yi Zhuo and pushed out of her reach.

Yi Zhuo put one of her arms on her shoulders, her tone unquestionable, "The hotel is booked, I'll take you back to your room to rest."

Wen Ling is not used to physical contact with people, and even when dancing, she will try to avoid too intimate movements with other people. She struggled subconsciously for a while, and Yi Zhuo's voice came from her ear again.

"Don't make trouble, come back with me."

Saying that, Yi Zhuo's arm naturally wrapped around her waist and helped her up steadily.

Wen Ling paused, and suddenly realized that she didn't seem to have any uncomfortable reaction to Yi Zhuo. At least, there is no strong feeling of rejection like when someone accidentally touched him in the past.

And she drank a little too much, her feet were fluttering, and it was time to go back to rest. So she didn't refuse any more, and was helped back to the hotel by Yi Zhuo all the way.

There was mist in the bathroom, and the warm water washed over the body, and Wen Ling suddenly woke up a lot. She slowly rinsed the lather off her body, then put on her bathrobe and wrapped her hair in a towel.

The heating was on, Yi Zhuo sat on the sofa and looked up, "Which side do you want to sleep on?"

When they entered the room, the two discovered that there was only one queen-sized room, and they didn't know if the director's group had booked the wrong room or there was no room.

However, none of them were entangled. Wen Ling felt that it was very troublesome to coordinate with the front desk to change rooms, so she didn't mention it at all.

On the other hand, Yi Zhuo felt that it was unnecessary. She had never suffered, and it was nothing to squeeze a bed with someone. What's more, this person is still Wen Ling, so it's not hard to bear.

Wen Ling said, "I don't care."

She glanced at the bed, and there was an extra quilt on it. It should be Yi Zhuo who asked the front desk for a quilt while she was taking a shower.

Yi Zhuo said, "Then I will sleep by the door."

Wen Ling likes to be quiet, she is afraid that she will find it noisy.

Wen Ling nodded, "Okay."

She didn't look at each other again, she blew her hair to herself, and then got into the bed.

The moment she covered the quilt, the bathroom door was pushed open and Yi Zhuo came out.

She was wearing the same bathrobe as herself, her half-dry black hair was rolled up, and there were a few crystal drops on her long neck.

Yi Zhuo saw that she was still awake and was a little surprised, "Go to bed now, there is still work tomorrow."

Wen Ling was silent for a moment, didn't speak, just nodded.

Yi Zhuo was already used to her lack of lightness, so she turned off the overhead light, leaving only one bedside lamp. She took out a few bottles and jars from her backpack, turned to ask the person on the bed, "moisturize, do you want it?"

Wen Ling said, "No more."

This person is probably tired and troublesome. Yi Zhuo was helpless, she always felt that Wen Ling's living method was a master of fooling.

At any rate, I want to be an idol in the future, how can I not take good care of my face. Yi Zhuo sighed and leaned over with the small bottles, "I'll apply it for you, do you want it?"

Wen Ling immediately agreed: "Okay."

After that, she moved to Yi Zhuo's side, and raised her face in cooperation.

Yi Zhuo: ...

She was about to be so excited, she helped her paint it carefully, and then began to paint herself again.

The people around him have quieted down, Yi Zhuo put away the bottles and jars and joked, "Don't thank me?"

Just when she thought that Wen Ling would perfunctory her to say "thank you", the other party suddenly came over.

Wen Ling suddenly sat on her lap, pressing her arms with both hands, her eyes only an inch away from hers.

The neckline of the bathrobe was loose, revealing a small piece of snow-white skin on the chest.

She said, "Yi Zhuo, have you kissed?"

Yi Zhuo was stunned, and subconsciously answered her question, "No, you..."

"Would you like to try it?"

Yi Zhuo let out a light breath, and his throat rolled twice.

All adults, of course she knew what was going to happen next.

She looked at those clear eyes and whispered, "Then don't regret it."

The next second, Wen Ling leaned over and kissed her.

The lips were soft and cool, with a faint sweet breath, and Yizhuo's brain was blank for a moment.

Yi Zhuo's eyes darkened, he turned over and pressed the other party on the bed.

After a good night, when I woke up the next day, the bed beside me was empty.

Yi Zhuo looked at the messy bedding, stayed for two seconds, then reached for the phone.

There were several unread messages on the phone, but none of them were from Wen Ling.

Just left without leaving a word? You really don't recognize people when you lift your pants?

Although Yi Zhuo was not a naive girl who insisted on taking the other person's responsibility after sleeping once, but thinking of the intimacy last night, she felt a huge gap in her heart, and then she was deeply unwilling.

At this moment, the phone vibrated twice, it was news from Wen Ling.

"Good morning."

Yi Zhuo suddenly felt a lot more comfortable, and the corners of his lips curved up unconsciously.

Well, sure enough, the other party will still care, otherwise colleagues will send some good morning messages.

However, Wen Ling left without saying a word. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for her to reply in seconds.

So she put down the phone and planned to come back every half an hour, and let the other party experience the feeling of being left out.

Unexpectedly, the phone vibrated twice.

Wen Ling: "Pin Xixi cut me a knife."

Yi Zhuo: ...

Spicy chicken fights Xixi, hurry up and close down!