Diamond Handphone

After dinner, Qi Xingchen was relaxed and planned to take Liang Jing for a stroll in S city since their relationship was cleared up.

Liang Jing refused him on the grounds that he had to go on a business trip, so he had to ask Liang Jing to take him back to the hotel.

Before getting off the bus, Qi Xingchen thought, "Since we're back to being good friends, you must remember to tell me before you make any big decisions in the future."

Like donating a kidney or something.

Liang Jing thought he was referring to going abroad, and agreed with a smile, "Yes, I will definitely tell you."

As the weather gets hotter, Liang Jing wears a simple white shirt, lightly scented with soap, and has a clean, gentle smile.

Qi Xingchen suddenly understood why the original owner liked him-

Anyone who was a teenager like that would have been admired.

He didn't deserve to end up dying of a broken heart for love.

Qi Xingchen added: "If you meet a girl you like someday, you can also tell me, although I don't have much experience in love, but I can advise you together."

"...... Academics are important, I have no plans to fall in love for the time being." Liang Jing lowered his eyes and got out of the car himself first, pulling the door open for Qi Xingchen.

"Thanks."

It's better not to be moved, Qi Xingchen got off the car and politely said, "I didn't have time to entertain you this time, but I'll treat you to a good time when I go back to H city."

Speaking, he Yu Guang glimpsed a nanny car slowly approaching from the other side of the road. The license plate number is extremely familiar, he has sat in it twice.

It's Bai Ye's car!

...... Bai Ye, how come you're wrapping up so early today? Did you have lunch? What kind of styling did you do? What's the progress of the shooting? Are you going to the studio this afternoon? Qi Xingchen's mind instantly flashed with countless questions, and she couldn't help but stand on her tiptoes, glancing towards the nanny van.

Liang Jing was right across from him, clearly capturing the small, bright flames in Qi Xingchen's eyes and the undisguised smirk at the corner of his lips, his heart sank violently, and he followed his line of sight to look back.

The nanny's car finally stopped in the parking space next to Liang Jing's, and Bai Ye then got out of the car. Bai Ye then got out of the car. When he looked up, his eyes inevitably collided with Liang Jing.

Both were stunned.

"You're back!"

At that moment Qi Xingchen's voice broke the silence, trailing off with an upturned, hard-to-ignore leap.

Originally tired from the morning's shooting, Bai Ye was magically relieved to hear the voice of his little fan. Nodding, he walked over to Qi Xingchen.

"...... Sorry I forgot to introduce, this is Liang Jing, my brother who I grew up with."

Qi Xingchen turned to Liang Jing, "This is my idol and good friend, Bai Ye. You've been abroad for a long time, so you probably don't know him, he's super, super, super, super, super, super, super, super, super, awesome!"

If time did not permit, Qi Xingchen could pronounce a trillion "super" in one breath. Liang Jing's eyes darkened as he put his left hand on Qi Xingchen's shoulder and extended his right hand, "Hello, I've heard a lot about you."

"Hello." Bai Ye swept his eyes over Qi Xingchen's shoulder and took Liang Jing's hand.

The hotel is well closed, but it can't keep out the paparazzi who are circling Bai Ye like flies. Moreover, Bai Ye and Liang Jing didn't know each other, so there was nothing to say. Qi Xingchen pressed his shoulders downward, out of the range of Liang Jing's hands, and said, "Then I'll go back to the hotel first, and you drive safely on the road."

Liang Jing, however, said, "I'll walk you up before you leave."

"No. ......"

"Don't worry," Bai Ye spoke up before Qi Xingchen could refuse, "Xingchen and I live across the hall from each other, I'll just walk him to his room."

Liang Jing remained silent for a few seconds and nodded, "Okay, I'll trouble you to take care of Xingchen in the meantime."

"No trouble, I was supposed to take care of him too."

After saying that, Bai Ye turned around and walked towards the hotel's turnstile. Qi Xingchen and Liang Jing waved their hands and followed them.

Only when the two figures disappeared from view did Liang Jing finally get into his car and leave.

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Bai Ye walked very fast, Qi Xingchen's legs were not as long as his, so he could only follow him at a trot.

When they got to the elevator, Bai Ye stood on the right, Qi Xingchen took a step to the right and asked in a low voice, "Did you eat at lunch?"

"Eaten," Bai Ye's voice didn't rise or fall, "in the cafeteria."

"Ohhhh, just have dinner."

As he speaks, Qi Xingchen takes a peek at Bai Ye, who looks a bit cold and formal for today's video shoot for the theme song of "My Time".

No, not a cold face, he looks ...... like he wasn't too happy.

"Tired from the morning shoot?" Qi Xingchen guessed, "What time did you pass in the morning?"

"Not tired, almost seven."

"It's so early ...... Catch up on your sleep if you're not going to the studio this afternoon."

Bai Ye said, "Uh-huh." Just as the elevator doors opened, Bai Ye took today's milk out of his pocket.

Strawberry - fearing that his little fan would get tired of drinking one flavor all the time, he had A Lun pick out different flavors.

Qi Xingchen winked and took the milk. The two said their goodbyes and each swiped their cards to go back to their rooms.

Closing the door, Bai Ye rips off his suit jacket and casually flings it onto the couch. Finding water, he took a few sips, then pulled out his cell phone to check his messages.

WeChat shows dozens of unread messages. There were group chats, concerns from his "family" in this time and space, tips for tomorrow's work, and pleasantries from "friends" and various partners.

He scanned it hastily, but was in no mood to reply.

Liang Jing's hand on the little fan's shoulder and the words "Please take care of Xingchen" kept flashing before his eyes.

It sounds like he's close to his little fan and he's an outsider.

It makes people uncomfortable.

Bai Ye tossed his cell phone aside and leaned back in his chair with a muffled thud.

When he first wore into this space - let's call it space - he didn't realize what was happening to him.

Until, after many inquiries and probes, he realizes that everyone here has a course of action to follow, and a series of events are pushing him in a fixed direction. It reminds him of the "book writing" Xiao Man always talks about in real life.

He realized that he, like the protagonist of the book, was also in a book.

Unsure of what opportunity had led him to thread his way into the book, or what the exact plot was, he fumbled his way forward one step at a time, cautiously engaging with the book's stereotypical characters, physically and mentally.

Only a small fan that can make him feel fresh, lively and easy to get along with.

It's even a little ...... Cute.

So adorable that he can't help but want to fulfill all of his little fan's requests and want to be nice, even nicer, to his little fan.

However, today Liang Jing's appearance reminds him that - even as cute as it is - the little fan is just a character.

A paper person who is molded by an author to serve some specific purpose.

Liang Jing, on the other hand, was originally the bamboo horse of a young fan. The two grew up together, with traces of each other painted all over their growth trajectory.

He was the later.

Yes, he is indeed an outsider.

Thinking about this, Bai Ye is even more annoyed.

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Four days of vacation passed quickly and Zheng Yuyang, Wei Qin and Chen Jiayi officially returned to the group.

Immediately after the shooting of the theme song, it's time to move on to the real competition. In other words, starting from the next round, My Time will start the cruel elimination mechanism, and the trainees with poor results will leave the stage.

On the eve of recording, the choreographer and director held a routine meeting. Qi Xingchen and Chen Jiayi entered the meeting room chatting and were stunned for a second when they saw the person standing in front of the whiteboard.

"Hello five instructors, my name is Lei Zi, I'm the substitute choreographer, and I'll be running the flow meeting with you today."

"Where's the original choreographer?" Zheng Yuyang wonders, "Sick?"

"...... He's had a slight hiccup and is under suspension for review," Lei Zi said, "but the business plan was something we did together, I won't get the process wrong, so don't worry."

All five of them said it was fine and took their seats. As a result, what Lei Zi said next made them detect a subtle flavor.

"Some time ago, Choreographer Sun should have told you all that there are three contestants who need special care, thank you for your cooperation. But from the next round onwards, there's no need to take care of them, let's just judge them according to the judging criteria set by the judges."

Zheng Yuyang: "OK."

"So below, I'll introduce the rules for the first round of competition. The first round of competition is in the form of group PK - the eighty-eight students are divided into twelve teams, with every two teams performing the same song. The winning side will be voted on by the audience at the venue, and each member of the winning team will receive thirty thousand incentive points."

"When all teams have performed, the net score plus the current incentive score is the cadet's final total score. Participants with a total score of 67th and below are declared eliminated. The remaining 66 contestants will automatically advance to the next round of competition."

Qi Xingchen's head buzzed when he heard the word "elimination". There were 22 people to be eliminated in this round, and needless to say, the majority of them would be in Class F.

And F has a total of 24 people ...... The equivalent of a mass reunion.

Even though he hadn't spent much time with these teenagers, he would be sad to see them go.

He'd have to set up a training program to try and stay a few is a few.

Then Lei Zi talked about the precautions to be taken, and the music selection of the program team. Qi Xingchen listened to the key points and thought carefully about how to improve the level of F class students in a short period of time.

Twenty minutes later, Qi Xingchen sent a message to Wu Qian to gather everyone in Class F to the practice room, and then dialed Qi Yunxiao's number.

At the meeting just now, Zheng Yuyang and others wondered why East Orange suddenly gave up its backroom operations, and he was able to guess.

Eighty percent of the time, his big brother did it.

"Duh... duh..."

Two blind tones later, Qi Yunxiao answered, "Xingchen, you wanted to ask about East Orange?"

It's so predictable, Qi Xingchen said, "Uh-huh."

"The president of East Orange is a friend of mine, I've asked him to thoroughly investigate the entire program process, and the results will come out within half a month without any surprises. Then you can judge as you like, no one will dare to question your evaluation - remember, no personal feelings, be sure to keep it fair, these kids are not easy."

Qi Yunxiao was able to say such a thing, Qi Xingchen was not surprised, his family is so kind.

He solemnly replied, "I'm clear brother, I'm also from a trainee background, I won't intentionally cut off their prospects."

"I know you wouldn't do that, it's just an instruction, don't worry about it ...... right."

Qi Yunxiao suddenly remembered, "Next week, the manager of the diamond mine will go back to China to do some personal business, and he will come to see you to report on his work. I asked him to take the diamonds mined in the past six months and find a microphone manufacturer to make you a special hand microphone with diamonds. Try it out when you get it and see if it works, you can rework it if it doesn't."

Diamonds? Diamonds mined in the last six months? A diamond-encrusted hand mike?

Qi Xingchen's head rattled even more and immediately asked, "Brother, can you tell me how many diamonds there are in total?"

"Not much, twenty or so over three carats, thirty or so over two carats, can't count the rest of the small broken diamonds, two hundred like that. You take it and play with it, when you're tired of playing with it there are still colored diamonds, feel free to change them."

Qi Xingchen : "......"

You made a microphone out of over 200 diamonds and asked me to hold it?

What's the audience gonna think of me? A glitter boy with a hand mike full of diamonds?

Qi Xingchen once again experiences the suffocating sensation of Sabine's oxygen intake.