Chapter 487 Cat-eared teenage idol vs. the talent show’s favorite little salted fish 38

Shen Qingzhuo walked around quietly, glanced at someone's red eyes, and said.

"If you are not strict now, will you expect to fly into the sky in the future?"

"……you're right."

After reacting, I felt something was not right.

Forget that others are afraid of Shen Qingzhuo, she is the sister of the best actress! She is twenty-seven years old! Why are they afraid of Shen Qingzhuo?

With this thought in mind, she decided to regain her prestige, looked at Shen Qingzhuo with a straight face, and became discouraged the next second.

She respects the old and loves the young. She is a good citizen. She must abide by the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation. It is definitely not because of cowardice!

This young man's musical momentum really doesn't look like that of a nineteen-year-old. How much love does it take for him to be like this?

Maybe Shen Qingzhuo will never love anything more than music in his life.

Shen Qingzhuo speaks harshly and is another type of person who hits the nail on the head without leaving any room for error. He points out everyone's shortcomings, teaches them what to do well, and shares their stage experience.

It's Shen Qingzhuo.

The only person in the music industry, a talented singer who stood on the international stage at the age of nineteen.

"Director, should we tell Zhuo Shen to be more restrained? I think if this trend continues, this will really become a devil's training camp. What we are training are not special forces!" the staff member said with shame.

They are both delicate and soft sisters, why doesn't Shen Qingzhuo understand compassion?

The director nodded: "It makes sense."

The staff are smug.

Director: "Tell him."

"Why me?"

"Shit! Do you want me to say that? I'm also afraid of being scolded!"

"Am I not afraid anymore?!"

"Then are you afraid of being fired?"

"..."

I really admire you, the old man.

Under the pressure of the capitalists, the staff cursed and said a few words to Shen Qingzhuo's wheat.

The man had no reaction and casually adjusted the headset. His finger bones were slender and his auricles were white, set against the black headset.

During the short break, a group of people gathered around Jiang Li'an, trying to comfort her. They did not dare to speak loudly because Shen Qingzhuo was nearby.

"Zhao Shen is also for our own good..."

"Yes, his high demands show that he values ​​us and has expectations for us!"

"Don't be sad, Zhuo Shen just said something harsh."

Jiang Li'an had never suffered such grievances since he was a child. He gritted his teeth and sneered: "I think he wants me to jump to death!"

"Keep your voice down." The trainee glanced at the young man sitting alone on a chair not far away and lowered his voice, "It would be terrible if Zhuo Shen heard it."

"You dare to do it without letting anyone tell you?" Jiang Li'an didn't care.

Shen Qingzhuo took a pen and scrawled a few lyrics in a shorthand notebook. His handwriting was sharp, and the rebelliousness of a young man was reflected in every stroke of the pen. His joints were slender and beautiful, and he turned a deaf ear to their words.

In the middle, a few trainees came over to ask questions, and he responded with a sharp response. Then he lowered his head indifferently and continued writing lyrics and music.

Do not let anyone enter the aura.

Jiang Li'an is annoyed when she sees Shen Qingzhuo. She has been promoted from an ordinary black fan to an ashes black fan. She has to put a happy planet on Shen Qingzhuo's grave fifty years after his death.

Lu Chi comforted her: "Zhao Shen is also for your own good."

"If he is good for me, I will write my name backwards!" Jiang Li'an said irritably. He rested his head on Lu Chi's lap and raised his eyelids. As soon as he opened his eyes, he could see the figure sitting in the distance. It was really...

Damn it, she muttered.

"Isn't it annoying to have to look at his face while taking a rest?"

"!!!" Lu Chi was frightened and wanted to block Jiang Li'an's mouth, "Little ancestor, eldest lady, please stop talking."

"Click."

The black metal pen cap is buckled on the pen. It has a cold and expensive texture. There are two silver rings on the cap and the brand's logo is engraved on it.

I don’t know which brand gave it to Shen Qingzhuo, so I just used it.

Others heard the sound and subconsciously looked at the young man. Could it be that he heard what he just said? It is not impossible to settle accounts.

Jiang Li'an touched the tip of his tongue to the tip of his teeth, his expression a little unnatural.

Shen Qingzhuo buckled the cap of his pen and closed his sketchbook. Then he stood up calmly and walked out. He didn't stop when he passed by Jiang Li'an. He opened the door and could no longer see his back.

The subtle atmosphere in the training room lingers for a long time.

Lu Chi breathed a sigh of relief.

"I was scared to death. I just saw Zhuo Shen coming over and almost thought he was going to beat someone up!"

"Your description is exaggerating, but I didn't dare to speak when Zhuo Shen was here..."

Yuan Qian did not participate in their conversation. She was still dancing in front of the mirror while sweating profusely. Her face was tense. She looked at the leaving figure of the person in the mirror. After hesitating for a while, she followed him out.

After the break.

The training room door opened from the outside.

The trainees closed their eyes heavily and prepared themselves mentally to continue to die and fight resolutely until the last moment.

It turned out that the person who walked in was not Shen Qingzhuo, but the music instructor, Shu Linghan, who smiled with curved lips like a spring breeze.

"Why are you so surprised when you see me and don't welcome me?"

They were a little dumbfounded and said quickly: "No, no, it's just to worship the gods..."

Shu Linghan said in surprise: "Are you really confused by him? This vocal class and two dance classes have been completed today."

"That's it."

After dusk, the sky gradually turns dark and the evening breeze blows.

Yuan Qian lowered her head and looked at the message sent by Director Zhang. The other party said——

【I'm at the base】

Yuan Qian looked around, always feeling that Director Zhang was spying on her. She knew that the other party did not believe what she said, so she came to the base to confirm. A slight chill ran through her body from the soles of her feet.

She caught up with the departing figure and stopped in front of Shen Qingzhuo, panting: "Zhuoshen!"

The man paused: "Is something wrong?"

Yuan Qian raised her head and looked at the young man's pale features. No matter in the past life or in this life, he always seemed to be aloof.

It is different from Tan Junxi.

Yuan Qian calmed down her breathing: "Zhuo Shen, can I fight with you?"

People passing by subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound source. When they first heard it, oh, the sound was pretty good.

Listen carefully again.

What?!

Battle with Zhuo Shen?

Should I call it bold or self-defeating?

If they didn't dare to stop, the staff would really want to see what happens next.

The sky was dark, and the wind, carrying the characteristic smell of a storm approaching, blew past the hem of the young man's shirt.

Yuan Qian stood in front of Shen Qingzhuo without being humble or arrogant, and looked directly at him: "I have always admired your stage performance, and I would like to find an opportunity to compare with you, is that okay?"

Shen Qingzhuo narrowed his eyes and looked at her, as if he was trying to remember who this was, but in the end he still couldn't remember: "You?"

He didn't even remember her.

After all, I taught her how to dance for a long time today, not to mention that she was in the hotel before——

Yuan Qian bit her lip. A feeling of humiliation made her very uncomfortable. Her emotions drove her to turn around and leave. Thinking of Director Zhang's words, she was swept away by involuntary sadness.

"I am a personal trainee, Yuan Qian, and I am also the C position of the group you teach."

Shen Qingzhuo nodded and said in a cold voice: "Let's practice some more."

Without stopping his gaze, he lifted his feet to walk away.

There was no emotion in his tone, and it wasn't arrogant or disdainful. It was a very light tone.

But Yuan Qian didn't dare to let him leave just like that. She blocked the young man's way again, and was keenly aware that someone behind her was watching her, like a gleam on her back, with a pleading look on her face.

"Zhao Shen... help me."
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