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"Awake?"

Xu Chunqiu opened his eyes suddenly, gasping for breath, his limbs cold.

The lungs looked like they were going to explode.

The ceiling was snow-white, an infusion tube was inserted in his left hand, and the bed and clothes were white.

"It's good to wake up, and I'll replace your agent when I get back!"

Lu ...... Young Master...... "Xu Chunqiu saw the person in front of him and tried to call out.

As soon as she opened her mouth, she found that her voice was so hoarse that it sounded as rough as sandpaper.

Xu Chunqiu, the famous singer of her Yuhua class, the pillar of the pear orchard line, why did she ruin her voice like this?

Young Master Lu frowned, "Don't call Young Master, call Mr. Lu." ”

Xu Chunqiu realized that she had unintentionally grabbed the hand of the person in front of her, and she let go uncomfortably, and her mind was still a mess.

Mr. Lu?

Xu Chunqiu looked at him puzzled, and traced the outline of his face with his eyes.

The eyebrows and eyes are full of thick ink and color, and the deep pupils are like a puddle of water, and if you are not careful, you will drown in it.

A pool of clear pool water, two eyes across the Lethe River.

Who is this not Young Master Lu?

Most of the people who play the role are rich and powerful warlords, rich businessmen, some who know how to play, and some who coax the seedlings. Some threw money on the stage on the spot, and some were afraid that people wouldn't know, so they wrote on red paper, "How much did so-and-so send so-and-so to the ocean", but Young Master Lu never did this.

Young Master Lu is the eldest young master of the local wealthy Lu family, born Sven, and his gestures are even more Yaxing, he knows how to play.

Xu Chunqiu had a good life, and he won the favor of such a master before he became popular.

Young Master Lu recognized Xu Chunqiu, where she sang in the theater, he followed her, set up a number of private rooms, sometimes invited three or two friends, sometimes just one person, as long as there was her performance, the scene would not fall.

But the person in front of her made her "Mr. Lu".

The unfamiliar memories enveloped her like a tide, Xu Chunqiu felt that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and she fell asleep again in a groggy state.

......

Oh, it turns out that she borrowed someone else's body and lived a new life.

It turned out that nearly ninety years had passed since the era in which she lived.

This girl is also called Xu Chunqiu, in the words of the current era, she is an idol who sings and dances and has a beautiful face. No, to be precise, it's an idol reserve, and they call this a "trainee".

The uneasy and kind-hearted agent took Xu Chunqiu out for entertainment, and asked her to toast a big boss with a fat head and big ears, Xu Chunqiu trembled and just picked up the wine glass, and the other party's wife came up with a vigorous look, and a big-eared scraper came up and slapped her face, and then pulled her hair and pushed her into the pool in the courtyard of the banquet hall.

The vase idol Xu Chunqiu lost his life in such an unknown way, lying in the ward and opening his eyes, but in the same shell, he was replaced by Xu Chunqiu, a famous Peking Opera singer in the Yuhua class.

And the appearance of this Mr. Lu in her hospital room was a coincidence.

Lu Xiu, the president of China Entertainment Media, when he saw in the banquet hall that his company's agent was hypocritical and resentful, pushing a young artist into the social arena like a pimping mother, his face was not very good-looking.

But he didn't care.

In the entertainment industry, money and sex transactions are a common thing, which is nothing new.

The little girl, who was not yet twenty years old, raised her glass tremblingly, and the boss, who was old enough to be her father, patted her on the shoulder with a pair of wet eyes, and did not know what kind of dirty thoughts were playing out in her mind.

Lu Xiu frowned and opened his eyes.

Then I just heard a "poof".

"Someone fell overboard!"

"It's the artist from China Entertainment Media!"

When Lu Xiu heard the words "Huayu Media", he unconsciously stopped, and his mind suddenly flashed back to the pair of wet and panicked eyes like a deer just now.

"What should I do, she's been sinking, can't she swim?"

Damn it.

When he turned around, he fired the agent.

Something happened to the artist in his own company, and he had no way to sit idly by.

Lu Xiu put down his wine glass and turned his head, jumped into the pool without saying anything, and scooped the thin figure into his arms.

......

When he woke up again, Xu Chunqiu had almost figured out his thoughts.

This time there was no one in the room, and she looked around with wide, bright eyes, and although she accepted the memory of this body, she still felt new when she saw everything decades later.

Listen only to the two polite knocks of "knock knock".

"Please, please...... Enter ......" her voice remained dry.

Xu Chunqiu grew up in the troupe, and she couldn't tolerate that her voice had become like this.

Lu Xiu pushed the door in, "After drowning, your vocal cords were injured, and the doctor told you not to talk these days." ”

He sat down next to the hospital bed and pointed to the pen and paper on the bedside table, "Write down anything you want to say." ”

Xu Chunqiu nodded silently, obediently picked up the small notebook, and wrote for a long time but couldn't leave any traces.

"Is there no water?" Lu Xiu casually pulled out a pen from the pocket of his suit, "Use this." ”

She wrote in her notebook one by one: "Thank you." ”

"Why do you still write in traditional Chinese?"

Xu Chunqiu realized that there is still such a thing as simplified Chinese now.

Fortunately, Lu Xiu didn't pay too much attention to the details, but directly pointed to the point, "You have to recuperate these days, and strive to recover your best state before the recording of "National Idol" begins." ”

Xu Chunqiu successfully found the content related to this show in his memory, the large-scale talent show "National Idol" adopts the 101 model introduced overseas, claiming that the debut qualification is fully chosen by the audience, and the top six trainees with the most final votes will debut in a group.

The first time she heard about such a model, she was thrilled with it.

I only heard Lu Xiu continue: "Of course, the company will try its best to fight for the camera for you, but you also know that this kind of draft is not so transparent, you just need to be the best you can be." ”

When Xu Chunqiu, who was accustomed to the pillars, heard such a sentence, he automatically erased "himself", and only heard "you do your best as you can".

The best, isn't that the first?

"You want me to take the first one?"

After she finished writing, she scribbled and changed "one" to "one".

Lu Xiu didn't know where Xu Chunqiu, who had lost singing and dancing, got the confidence to compete for the first place, but she just thought it was a joke, so he softened his tone and said, "Of course it's the best." ”

Xu Chunqiu looked at Lu Xiu fixedly, looking at her bosom friend in her previous life, the life-saving benefactor in this life.

After three or two seconds, she nodded, signed and solemnly promised on a piece of paper, "Okay." ”

Well, if you want to, I'll do it.

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