The Idol Group and the Crown

The broker talks in the second week are still at 5:30.

Uncle Jiang is a very self-disciplined person. I go to bed at 10:30 every day, get up at 4:30, exercise for an hour and then take care of my work.

Ordinary middle-aged people basically start self-indulgence by his age, so this kind of restraint can be said to be kind of cruel.

Huo Jian knocked on the abdomen in his heart again and again when he knocked on the door.

He has limited opportunities, seeing one less and one less, must not be missed.

The veteran agent was wearing a gray-blue plaid suit, and his sunglasses were still not picked.

The teenager bowed carefully and sat down after getting permission.

"let's start."

Huo Jian stared at the pair of sunglasses, and in the case of not being able to perceive the other party's emotions at all, gave a smooth end to the content of the last meeting.

"...This is my answer."

Uncle Jiang did not respond, and started to press the ballpoint pen again.

There is no pattern at all, irregular.

Huo Jian fully understands why others are afraid of him respecting him.

The thought of this superior is too difficult to grasp, and he will never be able to guess his thoughts now and in the future.

"What do you want to be?"

Huo Jian did not hesitate: "ace."

ace, ace, core, all-rounder.

Uncle Jiang reached out and took off his sunglasses, looking at him with a smile.

This is a pair of extremely sharp eagle eyes, as if a saber bladed with blood, can dismantle all the camouflage.

Huo Jian almost instinctively wanted to retreat, forcing himself to face up before the body moved, without looking at him with fear and light.

"I want to be Corona's ace." Huo Jian repeated again.

"Sing and dance, play, compose, choreograph, rap."

"I will become what the crown needs."

Uncle Jiang can apply pressure seamlessly when he doesn't take off his sunglasses. After taking off his sunglasses, his eyes are more insightful. He can numb his back for a few more seconds.

He and Huo Jian looked at each other for a few seconds and put the sunglasses back on.

"Corona." Middle-aged people read English with some accents: "Six letters, a total of six members."

"Everyone will configure a tailor-made plan, exclusive music resources and stage opportunities to become the darling of luxury goods and fashion circles." He slowly leaned on the edge of the table, and his old voice was full of anger.

"You want to be c."

"There is only one c, it means core and top."

Huo Jian's fingers clenched the edge of the chair and lowered his head in a deep voice: "Yes. This is my choice and will not change again."

On the single item, the five people in the group have already been occupied, and there is no room for him to play.

Jiang Shu laughed very softly.

"You are still far behind."

"But I'm chasing it fast enough." The boy's eyes glowed coldly: "I can do it."

Don't hide the shadows, don't hide the sharp edges.

If you don't seize the opportunity at this node, no matter how ambitious you are, it will only become empty talk.

Uncle Jiang put his profile page aside and nodded in vain.

"Go out."

Huo Jian is accustomed to this kind of dialogue and gets up again to put the chair back in place.

"Thank you."

He has made it clear what should be clarified.

In the following time, I will only do my best, and I will leave everything to God.

When going back downstairs again, the director is posting the latest dormitory allocation announcement form on the bulletin board.

"Huo Jian is back?" The eldest brother had five or six small pushpins in his right finger, and looked at him in his busy schedule: "You don't know, in the room where you are diagonally facing the door, there is a little silly man smeared The durian on the wall stewed stinky tofu."

"It's really bad, our company's police is not easy to deal with this kind of thing, even the five-day goddess is not relieved." The teacher in charge snorted: "This kind of grandson is owed, and losing money can't solve my heart. hate."

Huo Jian leaned over to look at the dormitory allocation table and responded a few times.

He was still a little bit reluctant.

Xie Lianyun usually blamed a lot of problems, but he was very good to his friends and often gave him sugar.

Looking down line by line, I finally found my name.

c311丨Long Ji丨Huo Jian

c312丨Xie Lianyun丨Chi Ji

Huo Jian was relieved for Chi Ji, who had never been so gregarious, and continued to confirm the time.

Being so troubled by the durian bomb, this allocation table has to continue until the end of the screening.

Xie Liyun dragged it to the last hour to pack his luggage. It took more than 20 minutes for a bunch of electronic devices to manage the wires.

"What about my Bluetooth headset?"

"Beside your bed."

"I can't find my headphones..."

"You just packed it in the box."

"Huo Jian Huo Jian, did you see my monitor headphones?"

"In the cabinet in the second row from the bottom right of the bookshelf, you were afraid of losing it before."

Huo Jian didn't really worry about him. Fortunately, Ji Ji also pushed the box to help thank you for packing. He just happened to take a step first.

When he knocked the door of c311 with his bag, there was a moment of silence in the air.

Bo Jue sat next to the four boxes, his face full of understanding, as if seeing through the red dust.

"I don't want to accept it." He was a little sad when he said: "I will give you all these things, Huohuo."

Long Jia laughed and scolded: "Teacher Bo is so cruel, usually don't even divide me a box of tissues. I will give another man a gift in front of me right now."

Bo Jue's energy to fight with him was overdrawn, and he collapsed against the edge of the box and said: "My assistant is still on a business trip... How should I collect these."

He usually buys and buys when he sees what he likes, and four-fifths of what he has in the dormitory is his stuff.

Long Ji often went home and lived, and occasionally came to sleep and brought some changed clothes, not much to worry about collecting.

Huo Jian put the bag down to help him, and turned his head to see a long row of cat head mugs on the long cabinet.

"These are all yours?"

Bo Jue nodded silently: "I have to move all over."

"...That little round chicken ornament is also yours?"

"……Yes."

Long Ji stretched out his hand and kneaded thin Ju's head, at this time in a good mood.

"I can finally move in with Huo Huo, so I don't need to be your old mother." He raised his head and flew a kiss at Huo Hei, relieved like his sentence was released: "Bo Jue, your ability to take care of yourself can really be changed. , Don’t wait until the assistant is away. You don’t even know how to charge your phone."

Bo Jiujing planted directly in the trunk, buried his face in a pile of white bear dolls and whimpered.

"Not that I bought too much, but the dormitory is too small..."

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when the dormitory had been changed one after another. There were tiny snowdrops like rice grains scattered outside the window, and the room was very warm.

After a few months, Huo Jian's luggage can still be packed in a school bag, but a pair of shoes and a few more books.

When he lived in c311, he felt a little nervous. On the one hand, he felt that Long Ji was a good friend. The two had known each other for a long time, and he was a little worried that he slept too late, which caused him trouble.

Koike and Bo Ju heard that they both went to bed on time before 11 o'clock. Sometimes he studied too late at night and it was not good to turn on the lights.

The two teenagers cleaned the inside and outside of the new dormitory and sat down to drink water and rest together.

Long Ji also stopped talking, and finally opened his mouth: "Huo Huo, do you have a cleansing habit?"

"No."

"Should I come back after a shower?"

"No need..."

"Can I eat crispy things in the dormitory?" Long Ji said: "Potato chips, nuts, crispy biscuits?"

Huo Jian is a little baffled: "Of course, what's wrong?"

"I can't do this when I lived with Bojue!! He would be annoyed even when he heard the sound of potato chips!!!" Long Ji burst into tears this time: "The dormitory next door still calls me Master Long. , If I were Master Long, he would be Princess Bo, okay!!"

"Do you know, Uncle Jiang warned me this time when he talked to me, saying that I must start adapting to the life of a collective dormitory and not be too independent," he flicked the table and said: "I don't want to come here to live anymore, who wants to come every day. Tossing by car?"

"You can eat everything calmly. I live very casually, and I don't care much." Huo Jian subconsciously comforted: "It is possible to sleep later."

"How late do you sleep?" Long Ji immediately grabbed the point: "I go to bed at two or three every day, how about you?"

"Sometimes it will be dragged to half past twelve."

"It's not too late at all, it can be regarded as a health." Long Ji sat on his shoulders and sat next to the bed, happily thinking about the future of a good life: "In the future, I really enter the crown, we can live together together, and we can row together dance."

Huo Jian responded, his eyes still distinguishing the hollow logo of his platinum bracelet.

Suddenly the dormitory door was knocked three times, and the head probe came in and threw two big bags at them.

"This is a skincare product issued uniformly by the company. I'm afraid you will use a miscellaneous brand to make a bad face."

"Tomorrow every Tuesday morning, I will have a make-up class, and notification texts will be sent later, and I will come on time--"

Huo Jian stayed for a few seconds: "I still want to learn makeup?"

"Must, you have to wear makeup every day after your debut." Long Ji raised his fingers, obviously knowing enough: "In case of an emergency, you still have to rely on yourself to remedy."

Huo Jian thought he was really magical in the second half of this year.

Do the questions on the staff, dance and sing in the bar, and the learning tasks also include makeup and lipstick.

He fumbled to open the care package, turned out the bottles and cans, and fell into confusion again.

"Why is this jar-like thing... saying that it is a mask itself?"