This star is from the earth

"Ding……"

"despair."

The alarm on the phone didn't even finish ringing before Zhang Zishang reached out to turn it off.

It's five forty-five in the morning.

In other words, he spent forty minutes trying to fall asleep again, but failed.

"Alas..." Zhang Zishang let out a long and worried sigh, turned over and sat up, continuing to be in a daze.

Zhang Zishang woke up before five o'clock. Because of a nightmare.

In the dream, he met with the staff first, and then went to Han Jue's home as scheduled to record "Extreme Man" and discuss the song.

After arriving at Han Jue's home, Han Jue didn't come out to greet them and asked them to go in. They entered the door and found that it was very gloomy inside. Not enough light, heavy humidity, like a basement. Zhang Zishang and the program team looked for Han Jue in fear all the way like they were in a haunted house, and finally found Han Jue in a room.

Just as Zhang Zishang breathed a sigh of relief, he was about to start recording.

At the beginning, Han Jue was quite normal, with a personality. Until Han Jue then took out a piece of music, saying that it was the result of his hard work for a month, so he sang it. When Zhang Zishang heard it, he realized that it was a nursery rhyme and became anxious. disagree.

Han Jue's original smiling face was put away.

【Brother Jin said that I don’t have to sing if I’m not satisfied! ] Zhang Zishang in the dream is very stubborn.

Han Jue's face became ugly, more and more gloomy, and even pieces of flesh fell off his face, revealing bloody bones, which was extremely terrifying.

The program group is in chaos. Zhang Zishang was also so frightened that the shit went out of his head, he immediately turned around and ran out. As he was running, the screams of the program crew came from behind him, and Zhang Zishang couldn't help running faster.

But in the dream, Zhang Zishang only felt that his legs and feet were weak, and he couldn't run fast.

In the end, as expected, Han Jue overtook him.

The moment he was bitten to death by the blood basin, Zhang Zishang woke up from his dream with a jerk.

But after waking up, Zhang Zishang was grateful for life and also fearful of the unknown, so he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

...

...

At 7:40 in the morning, [Miracle Boy] hurried out of the dormitory and got into the nanny car.

"What's going on today, it's too slow." The agent told the assistant to drive quickly, while distributing breakfast to the next few teenagers.

"Zi Shang got up late." Huang Hai took the breakfast.

The agent glanced at Zhang Zishang, who was sitting at the back, leaning against the car window listlessly.

[Miracle Boy] After a year of exploration, he has his own wake-up sequence. Zhang Zishang got up first, and woke up the other members one by one after washing. A year later, almost never late.

Wu Keli, who shared the room with Zhang Zishang, said: "I heard Zishang tossing and turning on the bed late last night."

"Insomnia?" The manager turned around and joked, "It seems that the schedule is not enough."

The teenagers cheered up one after another, even saying that the trip was enough.

Zhang Zishang also said: "There is no insomnia, there is no insomnia."

"Then why did you go to bed so late?" The manager looked at Zhang Zishang, waiting for an answer.

He couldn't blame the manager for making such a fuss, because he was really worried that Zhang Zishang was going to bed late because he was sending messages to someone, and there were signs of falling in love.

"I'm just..." Zhang Zishang hesitated, "Nervous. If the song is not satisfactory, I don't know how to say it..."

The agent pondered for a while, and soon realized Zhang Zishang's difficulties.

The last time Zhang Zishang and Han Jue recorded the whole process of "Extreme Man", the assistant reported to him after returning. After listening to the manager, he felt that Han Jue was full of resentment towards [Blue Whale Entertainment] and vented his anger on Zhang Zishang. If Huang Jin hadn't come forward later, Zhang Zishang might have been completely led by the nose.

Just kidding. Allowing Han Jue, a traitor, to appear in the same frame as the artist of [Blue Whale], as normal, [Blue Whale] thought he had taken a big step back. If Han Jue put his nose on his face, wanted to squeeze Zhang Zishang's weight in the show, and wanted to trip Zhang Zishang, then don't blame them [Blue Whale] for using some tricks to deal with him.

"There's nothing to be nervous about. If you're not satisfied with the song, just say it." The manager reminded Zhang Zishang. He will accompany Zhang Zishang to record today, and he will never let Zhang Zishang be bullied like last time.

"Oh..." Zhang Zishang replied, but his expression still couldn't relax. Because Han Jue's creative achievements will be denied at that time, it is not others who face Han Jue's anger, but Zhang Zishang himself.

"Is there a need to be so nervous?" Huang Hai muttered contemptuously.

"Don't stand and talk without backache," Lu Baiyang handed Zhang Zishang a bottle of milk, and said to Huang Hai, "Try it for you."

Huang Hai turned his head to look at Zhang Zishang, whose eyes seemed to be out of focus, and said, "Cut, I would be better than Zishang anyway. I know martial arts, and I can parry for a few seconds when Han Jue gets close."

"Then I'm better than you," Wu Keli habitually slapped Huang Hai, "I won't let Han Jue get close at all."

"Fart!" Huang Hai said as he was about to fight Wu Keli.

The agent couldn't stand it anymore, and hurriedly stopped them both.

"Don't ask for trouble," the manager said in a melancholy tone, "If Han Jue wants to fight with you, don't be stupid, just run away."

"Brother, is Han Jue really good at fighting?" Everyone sat up straight, very curious.

Usually everyone hears how Han Jue can fight, and they all hear it in rumors. Looking at the manager now, it seems that he has seen the legend with his own eyes?

The manager kept a straight face and said in a dismissive voice, "Don't ask."

"This matter is very important." Huang Hai did not give up.

"Then what if Zishang has been dissatisfied with Han Jue's music today and was beaten up by Han Jue?" the captain asked.

The agent turned around and put down his rhetoric: "You don't need to worry about this kind of thing. I'm here, and Han Jue can't move Zishang."

The young men of [Miracle Boy] looked at each other, seeing the manager's thin body, doubting whether he could stop Han Jue for even a second.

...

...

Eleven forty past noon.

"Come on, sub-merchants!"

"Come back alive!"

"If it really doesn't work, remember to call Teacher Zhang!"

"Hahahaha!~"

The little friends sat in the car and cheered and encouraged Zhang Zishang through the car window. If it weren't for the smiles on their faces, Zhang Zishang would have thought that they sincerely hoped that he was safe and sound.

Under Zhang Zishang's sad eyes, the four little friends were driven by the nanny car to have lunch. And he, bathed in the sun, could not feel the warmth at all.

"Ready?" the agent asked Zhang Zishang.

Zhang Zishang licked his dry lips and nodded.

The manager patted Zhang Zishang on the shoulder, and led him forward, meeting the long-awaited "Extreme Man" program group.

The meeting place with the program group is not far from Han Jue's home. They are now at the end of [Eleventh Street]. It is said that Han Jue lives in the first house on the street.

After putting on the radio equipment and wiping the sweat off his forehead, Zhang Zishang will stand in front of the camera and start recording.

"Here is—" Zhang Zishang stood alone in the screen, happily gesticulating the show's signature moves, ""Extreme Man"!"

"It's been a week since we met last time." Zhang Zishang didn't stand still. He walked towards Han Jue's house while talking to the camera in front of him. "Mr. Han should have some preliminary results. Now we I'm going to Mr. Han's house, meet Mr. Han, and listen to those songs."

Talking all the way, Zhang Zishang led the program team to the street where Han Jue was.

But when Zhang Zishang looked up at the first building on the street, he had to stop and check with the director behind the camera.

[Are you sure Han Jue lives here? ? ? ? 】

The director nodded and waved Zhang Zishang to hurry in.

Zhang Zishang opened his mouth, turned his head, and stared blankly at the building.

Compared with the other buildings, it is full of the breath of life - some windows have beautiful green potted plants, some windows have lively and lovely curtains, and some windows have people looking down with their arms propped up. And the whole building where Han Jue was located was almost lifeless.

No potted plants, no curtains, no people. All the windows are closed, like a ghost house. No one came in or out of the downstairs door, and the whole exterior seemed to be dusty and exuding a dead air.

【ah……】

[Is that dream real? ...]

Zhang Zishang recalled what he saw and felt in his dream in the early morning, and his mood couldn't help but surge.

He was a little afraid to go up...

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