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Jiang Luo ignored the comment and looked at the bed under Fu Wei.

The room was bunk beds and housed four people. The bunk below Fu Wei is empty, and the name of one of the three dead trainees is taped to the wooden frame.

The assistant takes Jiang Luo there, but the bed is so tightly covered by a pair of long legs that he has to bend down and get under Fu Wei's feet to get in.

Jiang Luo looked up at Fu Wei , "You're blocking my bed."

The angle was not very good, from bottom to top, running through Fu Wei's triangle to Fu Wei's chest and throat, undulating with a mountain nest. The man is arbitrary, he lowered his head to look at Jiang Luo, smoke from his lips to the top of Jiang Luo's head, and when he had seen enough, then slowly and methodically closed his legs, stepped on the iron railings on the bedside.

Jiang Luo threw his bag on the bed and his eyes glanced around the room.

There was also a camera in the house, but it was covered by a piece of clothing. Fu Wei's assistant was rambling on about Fu Wei and was so worried that she wanted to lose her hair, "Fu Wei, can you pay attention to your influence? You dare to smoke and drink even with the camera around, what if you are edited out again and more people shout for you to quit?"

Fu Wei, slightly impatient, shook the ashes of his cigarette, "Then turn off the camera."

The assistant stopped chanting and after a while, whispered some more, Jiang Luo could tell Fu Wei's position in Next Stop, Idol from his attitude.

If Fu Wei really withdraws, Next Stop Idol will collapse immediately.

There were people in the dormitory, and the assistant was not in a good position to say anything to Jiang Luo, "Then you can stay here, and come to me if you need anything afterward."

Jiang Luo: "Good."

The assistant left, Jiang Luo made up the bed. Standing beside the bed, he looked at the name tags on the wooden frame.

The original owner of this bed was named "Chen Lezhi".

Jiang Luo remembers that Chen Lezhi ranked pretty high on Next Stop Idol. He has a good memory and can still recall the voting list from the first airing.

In the first episode of "Next Stop, Idol", Chen Lezhi looked okay but made a mistake on the performance stage, but he was humorous and his jokes came out of his mouth, which made the effect hilarious and colorful, and the audience remembered him, and Chen Lezhi's votes were just stuck in the debut position.

This show will debut a total of eight people.

Speaking of which, the other two trainees who died were ranked pretty high, both hovering around the debut spot.

Fu Wei got off the bed and walked over to the desk and sat down. The already small dormitory became even more crowded. Fu Wei was tall and aggressive, and in just a few moments Jiang Luo could see that he was not a good contact.

Jiang Luo didn't really come to the draft, he didn't want to have any in-depth communication with the top1, but the other party is a roommate of Chen Lezhi, so he should have some knowledge about Chen Lezhi.

"Hello," Jiang Luo saw Fu Wei looking at him and pointed back at the bed, "the person who used to live in this bed was named Chen Lezhi, right, are you familiar with him?"

Fu Wei: "What do you want to ask."

"I'm just curious as to why he dropped out," Jiang Luo said, "You're housemates, was there anything wrong before he dropped out?"

"You're asking the wrong person, " Fu Wei turned back lazily, looking disinterestedly at the sheet music in his hand, "I don't care why he dropped out of the tournament, so how could I care about him."

Jiang Luo looked at his expression, Fu Wei did not lie.

Lu Youyi and Ye Xun's voices came from outside the door, "Jiang Luo."

Jiang Luo went out the door.

Ye Xun and the two of them also inquired about the three dead trainees with their roommates, and more or less knew something. The three dead trainees all had one thing in common, they weren't very strong, but they were very popular with the audience.

"This thing called audience karma is very mysterious, not having strength but having audience karma sounds like it would be easy to make people resentful and jealous." Jiang Luo pondered.

The matter of being red or not is a metaphysical one, there are countless stars who run to the Heavenly Master's Office every day for red, and this mission is most likely related to this aspect of the matter.

Who has the most to lose from the show not airing? Common sense would dictate that it's these trainees who have yet to debut.

It would make sense if the killer behind the scenes was really human. But it's not like humans can make it out of the bizarre events that have happened on the program.

Jiang Luo's mouth was dry, he walked to a vending machine and bought a bottle of mineral water, "Going to the studio tonight?"

Ye Xun and Lu Youyi naturally had no problem with it.

After dinner, Jiang Luo went back to the dormitory. Most of the trainees had returned by now, and word of Jiang Luo's trio spread fast, and he felt more than a few curious or unfriendly stares as he passed through the corridor.

Not many people can put on a harmonious face to an airborne strong competitor.

Jiang Luo suddenly felt that being hated was also a solution.

Based on the dead trainees' similarities, it's clear that the killer behind the scenes doesn't like vases that don't live up to their names. And Jiang Luo and the three of them, they can draw charms, capture ghosts and read feng shui, but singing and dancing? Does radio gymnastics count?

Here, they are simply known as "waste vases", and they are a disliked existence.

Jiang Luo walked to the door of the dormitory and heard the voices of several people coming from inside the dormitory. He pushed open the door, and there were two people sitting at the desk, both of them were new faces.

These two boys had cute looks and fresh styles, and were not in the same genre as Fu Wei at all. Their eyes flashed with amazement as they looked at Jiang Luo, and the brown-haired boy complimented, "Wow, you're very good-looking."

"By the way, your name is ......," he subconsciously looked toward Jiang Luo bed, but after seeing the bed side of the sticker is still "Chen Lezhi" name plate, embarrassed smile, "Sorry, what is your name? "I'm sorry, what's your name?" he said.

Jiang Luo insidiously sized them up, "My name is Jiang Huan."

"Which river, which lax?"

Jiang Luo took a pen from the table and wrote "Jiang Huan" under "Chen Lezhi" on the nameplate next to the bed.

The handwriting flew, Jiang Luo put the cap on the pen, nodded at the words "Chen Lezhi" and casually said, "By the way, do you know why he withdrew from the competition?"

He smiled, "I was kinda surprised when I got the fill-in notice."

The two boys looked at each other, "We were pretty surprised too."

"Chen Lezhi got along with us pretty well, except," one of the boys' eyes glanced vaguely toward the bathroom, "...... He also said he was going to lose weight while recording, and we didn't think he'd back out of the competition ."

Jiang Luo That's right, he followed his eyes as he glanced into the bathroom, a tall shadow looming over the door.

Chen Lezhi and Fu Wei are not on good terms?

The other tugged on the brown-haired boy's shirt, signaling him to stop talking.

Jiang Luo looked at the names attached to their clothes, the brown-haired one was called Zhang Cheng, and the one with a rounder face was called Zhao Ban.

These two are good and rated above Chen Lezhi, but viewer votes are below Chen Lezhi.

"I'm late to the party, the show's already on the air," Jiang Luo says slowly, eyes downcast, "It's been well received, I remember you guys, and you're high on the list."

Zhang Cheng's face was delighted and he said joyfully, "Really?!"

Zhao Ban also had a happy look on his face, but he quickly suppressed it and whispered to Jiang Luo, "The director won't let us talk about this, so don't talk about it, right, have you put your cell phone away yet?"

Of course it wasn't put away, but Jiang Luo couldn't have been honest, "It was all put away."

He leaned on the table, his back to the camera, "You guys could have gotten in and out of the dojo with a little more effort. But the favorite is still ......" He glanced at Fu Wei's bunk, the corner of his mouth pulling up, not sparing the two boys the slightest expression on their faces, "This one. The votes are broken, and the numbers are scary to look at."

Zhang Cheng and Zhao Ban stopped talking, they had obviously expected Fu Wei's popularity.

"Who likes smoking and drinking?" Zhang Cheng muttered, his voice so low that Jiang Luo almost didn't hear him.

They both don't like Fu Wei much either.

Jiang Luo wanted to say something else, but the bathroom door opened and Fu Wei came out.

He didn't wear a shirt, shirtless. The muscle line is smooth and tight, Fu Wei hair hangs wetly in front of his forehead, his eyelids are loosely half closed, and his pants are not fastened tightly, and the edge of a circle of white underwear is exposed, which is a little bit sexy.

Very manly.

Jealousy flashed in Zhang Cheng's eyes as he kindly reminded, "Fu Wei, why did you come out without a top?"

Fu Wei glanced up towards the camera, her brow furrowed and the displeasure in her voice was easy to catch, "Why is the shirt I had over the camera missing?"

Zhang Cheng and Zhao Ban looked embarrassed, and they didn't make another sound.

There are also edited videos of dorm life, others hate to have more footage, who would cover up the camera. As soon as they came back they ripped off their clothes, and although they knew Fu Wei was in the shower, they didn't expect Fu Wei to just walk out.

Fu Wei pulled his lips, lifted his eyelids and looked at Zhang Cheng for a few moments before turning back and entering the bathroom.

Zhang Cheng couldn't help but hold their breath for a few seconds, and Jiang Luo couldn't hold back his laughter as he watched their performance.

He waited for the two younger boys to look strangely toward him before he stifled a laugh and shook his hand, "It's okay, I just remembered a joke out of the blue."

He got up and walked over to the bed as if he were looking for his clothes, but in fact he was rummaging for his talisman.

Holding the talisman in his clothes, Jiang Luo also went into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Fu Wei had already put on his shirt, his white T-shirt slightly sticky and wet against his body. The bathroom was hot, the floor tiles were damp, and the mirror was blinded by a white mist.

Fu Wei heard the sound and glanced towards Jiang Luo. The dark-haired young man's lips were red with laughter, Fu Wei threw the empty cigarette case in the trash can, and then saw the clothes Jiang Luo was holding in his arms, "There is no hot water now."

I have to say, Fu Wei's voice is really catchy. Listening to him speak was like being teased, Jiang Luo "Oh", "Then I'll go to the restroom."

Fu Wei lit a cigarette, and he himself had no intention of leaving.

Jiang Luo turned on his heel and opened the bathroom window, "Sorry, I can't smell smoke."

He looked back at Fu Wei with a deliberate hint of provocative condescension, "Bathrooms are public places, so pay attention."

Chen Lezhi and Fu Wei were not on good terms.

Chen Lezhi is dead.

All the people here are suspicious. The murderer behind the scene is not necessarily a ghost, but may be the person who instructed the ghost. Fu Wei is also suspicious, Jiang Luo intends to provoke him to see how he will behave.

Fu Wei pressed out his cigarette and looked at Jiang Luo.

The black haired youth's expression was provocative, he was smart enough to know what kind of expression could best arouse the fire of a man like Fu Wei. Fu Wei's eyes darkened as he looked at Jiang Luo meaningfully.

Jiang Luo dragged out his voice and said what his assistant had said in the morning to make Fu Wei impatient, "This is a recording program here, with so many cons and habits, why are you still here as an idol? If you want to bring down the youth, I suggest you become an actor on the Law and Order Channel."

Fu Wei finally moved, he walked towards Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo stood still and waited for him.

When Fu Wei reached Jiang Luo, he suddenly reached out and clutched Jiang Luo's collar, pulling the youth forcefully to him, the smell of tobacco pouncing from his nostrils.

"Can't smell it," he said, "so smell it more and get yourself used to it."