Male God is Chasing My Brother

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Those who bought less than 60% of the time, and who could stay until the end, had all experienced rigorous training that no one else could imagine. But as in many fields, hard work can only raise the lower limit on the road to dance and vocal music. What really determines the upper limit is the talent that cannot be changed by manpower.

An Xumo's hard work is undoubted, but most of the evaluations he got are due to his talent.

An Xumo is like a pearl. At this time, the clam shell has not faded, but the eyesight has already seen the light on him.

Jindian practice area is centralized, and several dance rooms are also on the same floor. An Xumo thanked the teacher. After a brief shower, he left the dance room while thinking about what to eat at night. There were other trainees in the corridor who finished the course. An Xumo walked alone. The mobile phone in his pocket suddenly shocked. He reached out and found out that it was his personal mobile phone.

The name on the screen made An Xumo stunned again, he could not help but stop. After tapping the palm on the pants twice, An Xumo raised his hand and carefully opened the call.

"Hey……?"

The opposite voice had not yet passed, and An Xumo was suddenly hit by the power coming from behind him. He was stunned, and he was so supportive that the door did not fall. An Xumo turned his head in surprise, but several people behind him shoved and pushed him directly into the room next to him.

"Well……!"

"Bumping", An Xumo slammed on the wooden floor, he was so dull with pain | snorted, the mobile phone in his hand also slipped out, and landed half a meter away from him.

"Well, why did our superstar fall and walk so carelessly?"

An Xumo, who was clearly ridiculed, sat up with his arm on his arm and looked up: "... Lu Yingtu?"

A total of seven people followed, and the last one closed the door of the idle dance studio backhand. An Xumo glanced and found that these people were all trainees who were waiting for Han Ming in the hall that day, and their expressions did not converge. Looking at this posture, it became clear that they had no intention.

Lu Yingtu smiled "Haha": "I didn't expect that the big star still remembered my name, I was really flattered."

An Xumo was a little unclear, so: "Something?"

Lu Yingtu sneered and sneered, "What is it? White lotus is quite like learning. You talk about you, what other dances do you practice, can you just act?"

Someone behind him echoed, "That is, even if you grab it once, you have to take advantage of it twice, and you always look innocent. Do you use this trick in front of Han Ming?"

Standing next to him was the previous brown-haired boy. He clapped his hands: "It's done, don't talk nonsense with him, let's just breathe out before we talk."

The people standing behind heard the words and immediately rolled out several arm-length clubs from under the cushions in the corner. They obviously had a long plan, and the location and tools were well prepared. An Xumo tried to stand up from the ground, but was struck by Lu Yingtu on the chest. The friction between his body and the wooden floor made a harsh noise, and it seemed even more shocking in his ears.

But this kind of movement can be called pleasant to the other seven people in the house. Each of them took a stick and surrounded An Xumo directly.

Lu Yingtu had already taken the lead in raising the stick. As the thick and long sticks were about to fall, the room suddenly made a loud noise.

"Who?!"

The frightened people hurriedly looked around, but there was no one else in the dance room. They looked around nervously, and someone cried, "There!"

I saw the phone not far away still lit, and the screen was showing a bright call. When I was just thrown out, the loudspeaker key I accidentally touched let the sound in the room be completely incorporated into the mobile phone, and a low male voice was also amplified and passed over.

"who are you?"

The sound in the amplified state is inevitably a bit distorted. The closest brown-haired boy bent over and picked up the phone, and saw the word "brother" on the screen.

An Xumo's situation is also known among trainees. Previously, trainees conducted closed exercises at the outpost in the outskirts. Because of the remote location, every time they had a hard time getting a holiday, everyone had parents and friends to come here and lively. Pick it up. Only An Xumo himself, no one ever took him.

He doesn't even go home, he just stays in the training center and spends the whole holiday alone.

In this case, no one would believe how much An Xumo's family cared about him. As for the brother who did not know where he came from, there was no threat to them. How capable a trainee's loved one is, if this person is great, An Xumo should not have been a trainee here long ago.

Lu Yingtu smiled, slowed his voice and said to the mobile phone in the hands of the brown-haired boy: "This elder brother, we, are good friends of Xiao'an. Isn't this just communicating feelings, you don't have to worry about it blindly ,what."

A few others laughed and echoed intentionally: "That's it."

"Well, how about feelings?"

Their laughter didn't stop. An Xumo, who had been unresponsive for a while, suddenly pounced from the kneeling position. He shot hard and punched Lu Yingtu's face fiercely!

"what!!"

Lu Yingtu was caught off guard and couldn't help but let out a sigh of exasperation. He covered his swollen half face in anger and shouted: "You, his | Mum dare to hit me ?! Old | Zi ca n’t kill you! Give me a beat! "

The startled crowd reacted under the shouting of Lu Yingtu, and quickly raised the bat in his hand again. An Xu Mo was thin, tired for a day and did n’t have enough food. He did n’t have enough energy to fight. His first punch was also successful when he was unprepared. At this time, he was surrounded by six or seven peers, and he had no fighting power at all.

The ball with a broken sound hit the thin spine severely, An Xumo groaned, was about to grit his teeth to swallow the pain, but heard a loud noise "not far" from not far away.

This time it wasn't the sound coming from the loudspeaker of the mobile phone. The door of the dance room was pushed open. The person standing at the door saw the situation inside the room and shouted, "What are you doing!"

The seven people who still had a stick in their hands panicked at the sight of them: "Chen, Sister Chen ..."

Standing at the door was Chen Li, the agent who had been responsible for their eleven trainees. Unlike Tang Tang, Chen Li's temper is notoriously hot. In addition, all those who haven't debuted with her are intimidated by her trainees. Even Ying Yingtu, accustomed to sweet words and flattery, did not dare to speak loudly in front of Chen Li.

A capable professional dress Chen Li stepped on her high heels and walked into the dance studio. The sound of footsteps of "Da" and "Da" made the faces of several people more and more white, and what made them more frightened was that there was one person behind Chen Li , He also followed in, and his tall figure was extremely familiar—

It turned out that they were Han Ming just hanging around!

"Don't put down my stick yet!" Chen Li shouted in anger, waiting for seven people to retreat into a row, then let go of her right hand on the phone, with a gentle tone of rapid change: "Hey, Xin Director, I've been here, hey, yes, yes, rest assured, I will take this matter seriously. "