There is no letter from Mint today, it should be that he has made his debut and is busy, Ming Yan opened the door and walked in, he is still the same tired today, he has been so long ago that he is not only physically tired, but also mentally tired.

Looking at the pen holder on the table, the pile of mint candy paper, Ming Yan was still a little uncomfortable, and suddenly the mint would cut off the letter, and he was sentimental for a while, Ming Yan took a bath and went to sleep, and continued to be busy tomorrow.

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Li Zhien waited anxiously in the background, today is the day of her debut, and she will sing her debut song on stage after a while, although she has practiced her debut song more than 100 times, but she is still nervous in her heart, for fear that she will sing out of tune after going on stage, or she will not dare to speak out at all.

The agent Park Changyu came over at this time and sat next to Li Zhien, looking at her nervous appearance, the agent opened his mouth and comforted: "Actually, don't be so nervous, when you go up, don't treat it as a stage, just treat it as a recording studio." ”

Li Zhien looked at him and nodded, but Li Zhien didn't hear what he said at all, because he was so nervous, his two calves were a little out of strength now, let alone singing on stage, and it would be a little difficult to even walk up after a while.

On the stage, someone has already started singing, Li Zhien nervously pinched his hands, and his eyes saw the bracelet on his hand.

Looking at this bracelet, suddenly Li Zhien's heart calmed down, and touching the bracelet, Li Zhien thought that if it was Teacher Lime, would he be nervous, it shouldn't be like me.

That's right, there are few people like me, Li Zhien shook his head with self-deprecation, holding this bracelet, Li Zhien closed his eyes and didn't think about anything.

Although the consciousness is thinking about nothing, but the brain does not listen to the consciousness, there are many things in the mind now, there are when I was a child, there are also when I was in school, and finally, I think of Lime again, she and Teacher Lime have been writing to each other for almost two years.

From the first letter written outside the fried chicken restaurant, to now, I can't remember how many letters the two people have written.

It's also strange to say, although the two have never met, but Li Zhien often fantasizes about the appearance of Lime, the fantasy of the lime teacher, should be a person with eyes, often with a smile on his face, gentle and elegant, and most importantly, he should look very handsome, judging from the photos he sent before, the fingers are very long, very white, and very beautiful, so ...... He's supposed to be a handsome guy.

The agent next to him looked at Li Zhien with his eyes closed and smiled again, and patted her on the shoulder: "Get ready, it'll be you soon." ”

Li Zhien opened her eyes and came back to her senses, nodded at him, stood up, took a few deep breaths, and the staff came over to remind her that she was going on stage.

Li Zhien walked up the steps on both sides of the stage, and after stepping the last step, it was the stage, looking at the lights on the stage, Li Zhien was in a trance, and she remembered the letter from Lime before, do you really like it?

Li Zhien stepped on the stage, and she is now 100% sure in her heart that she really likes it, so if you are nervous or something, go to death.

Looking at the people sitting under the stage, Li Zhien smiled.

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I got up early in the morning, Ming Yan put on his glasses, looked at himself in the mirror, how did he feel a little uglier than yesterday, ah, why did he have a fire pimple on his head again, in the mirror, Ming Yan's forehead, there was obviously a fire bump, it seemed that he was tired in the past few days.

Glancing at the watch in his hand, there was still a while before going to work, Ming Yan felt that the fire pimple on his head was squeezed, facing the mirror, Ming Yan put his two thumbs next to the fire pimple, slowly forced, pushed towards the middle, Ming Yan, who felt the pain, closed his right eye, long pain is better than short pain, Ming Yan was ruthless, closed his eyes, and the force on his hand increased.

"Whew. Ming Yan screamed in pain.

Opening his eyes, Ming Yan looked at his forehead in the mirror: "Bud, why is there so much blood." ”

Ming Yan took out the paper, wiped the blood on his forehead, and there was pain on his forehead. "Why is it squeezed, now his forehead is red, and there is a faint feeling of inflammation.

Ming Yan didn't go to recruit it, went out of the bathroom, stuffed yesterday's dirty clothes into the washing machine, watched the drum in the washing machine turn, and Ming Yan came to the kitchen.

Although the pace of life is fast now, I can't skip breakfast, I just fooled around, hung the clothes, picked up the hanger, Ming Yan saw the building opposite, and the clothes were also drying, but there were two people on the opposite side, a man and a woman, and the woman clamped the clothes in the back, handed it to the man and put it on the pole to dry.

Ming Yan sighed, why did he start abusing the dog early in the morning, Ming Yan didn't have many clothes, and it was soon finished, and when he turned around and went back to the house, Ming Yan glanced at the other side again, and saw that the two were staring at himself and laughing, and the woman was still talking in the boy's ear.

Although Ming Yan couldn't hear what they said clearly, Ming Yan had a feeling that they must be laughing at themselves for not having a girlfriend...... (The author now wonders if the protagonist has some mental illness...... ）

Slamming the door out of the balcony, Ming Yan was very depressed, glanced at his watch, went out to work, and when he locked the door, Ming Yan checked the mailbox again, and there was still no letter from it.

Came to the company, after Ming Yan said hello to Yu Shujun, he sat in the position, Yu Shujun turned his head and saw Ming Yan's forehead: "Ah, what's wrong with you, you were stung by a bee?"

"Something stung by a bee, that's a fire bump. Ming Yan said.

"Pimples?"

Ming Yan ignored his doubts, picked up the file bag on the table and looked at it, this is the lyrics of the theme song of that variety show, written by Lao Liu, and handed over to Ming Yan to make it up yesterday.

Ming Yan came to the recording studio with the file bag and quickly entered the working state.

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Li Zhien sat alone in the company's lounge, it has been two months since she last sang on stage, and the single has also been released, but the results have been mediocre.

Today outside the office, she heard the conversation between the agent and the president, and the president was very dissatisfied with the results of his debut, if you use a Chinese sentence to describe it, it is "fighting the street." ”

Li Zhien also predicted that she would be like this, and she was also mentally prepared for this.

I was in a daze for a while, got up and prepared to leave, and now the company has rented her a house, which is relatively close to the company, and she lives alone, although it is not very big, but this is also the first time that Li Zhien has left his family to live alone.

After texting her agent, she left the company alone.

Walking on the street, no one recognized her, so she is also a singer who debuted.

With a sigh, Lee Ji-eun returned home.