On the day of the broadcast of "Star Appointment Prime Time", it happened to coincide with Shen Bingqing's tutoring at a school, and when she ran back to the company dormitory out of breath, it was only half an hour before the show was broadcast. Tang Feifei and Sun Keren sat on the carpet in front of the TV, one bent his legs and headphones to look at his score and shook his head, and the other put his legs on the sofa and pressed desperately. Shen Bingqing took out two things with a red face, "Baby, go on!" ”

It was the bracelet that Shen Bingqing bought with his classmates in the surrounding shops on the way out of school, and the special bracelets around the Girl Revolution, one for each of the three of them. Shen Bingqing's representative color is silver white, and her bracelet is a silver-white silk thread with a silver-white star hanging from it; Tang Feifei's is a golden silk thread, and the hanging ornament is a small sun; Sun Keren's cherry blossoms have the moon hanging on the pink silk thread.

Sun Keren compared the bracelet in his hand, "Haha, I haven't seen the periphery of this style, thank you Bingqing." ”

Tang Feifei brought a storage box, "Put it all here, let's not let you wear accessories casually, if you have a chance in the future, let's take it out together!" ”

The three of them put the bracelets together, although they are already stars, but they are still children, even a little cheap object, may arouse their inexplicable feelings of unity. Tang Feifei asked Shen Bingqing again: "Why did you think of buying these?" You don't usually buy anything like that. ”

"Xia Wei's three signed photos have been sold, I'm happy!"

"Look at your little bit of talent......

Tang Feifei believed it, but Sun Keren was still looking at her with an inquiring gaze. Shen Bingqing's long eyes were crooked, and his tiger teeth and dimples adorned his slightly rounded face, and he was very secretive about Sun Keren's gaze.

She accompanied her classmates to the surrounding stores today, and was surprised to find that there were only two single photo postcards left, while Tang Feifei and Sun were still in a stack. I heard the clerk muttering again: "Why are Shen Bingqing's peripherals selling so well recently, I have to go to buy them." ”

Shen Bingqing usually looks very aggressive, but as an idol, he always has to be self-motivated as an idol. On this day, it was the first time she tasted the thrill of winning since her debut eight years ago.

Almost at the same time as the beginning of the show, Shen Bingqing found a WeChat message on his phone that he had ignored for a long time. That was eight hours ago, and I was left out in the cold all day because of school. It is a request to add friends, and the other party's avatar is a slender and toned black and white silhouette of a man, and the verification information is a sentence: Hello cyanopropion, I am propionaldehyde.

"Poof......

On TV, the girls opened the door realm brothers, and off the TV, Shen Bingqing agreed to Kim Byung-kwon's friend request. Immediately afterwards, Kim Byung-kwan replied in seconds.

――Are you watching the show?

-- I'm watching. Oba, you get the idea??? [Rampage Emote]

-- When I got back, I asked my assistant. We consulted the encyclopedia. are two organic things, similar to the pronunciation of our name. Mine can dissolve in water and yours smells pungent. You have so much knowledge!

Seeing Jin Bingquan's slightly blunt explanation so seriously, Shen Bingqing had a black line. I really don't want to admit that this is a noun in a chemistry problem she did, because she didn't get a single point for that question, and the teacher asked her to write a large article on the problem-solving process, so that she couldn't forget these two substances when she died.

Kim Byung-kwan sent again.

-- We are an organic compound. [smiles]

What's the matter with this Oba being a little stupid......

Shen Bingqing used a little routine to come to an end, and then ignored him.

The show is cutting to the scene where Sun Keren and Xiao Rong are cooking, and the two are slightly in a hurry to cooperate. With Jin Bingquan's interference before, Shen Bingqing didn't take it seriously, but now his attention is focused on TV, and his heart is gradually covered with a heavy veil.

The screen of the show always switches between the scenes of Tang Feifei and Sun Keren, and basically does not give her any shots. Of course, this can be a sense of surprise for the plot of the game. But she has always seen everyone sitting around chatting about the content of the news, seeing that she is often only recorded by the screen with one hand, one knee, or even half a face, seeing the program logo that has been dangling on her chest, and seeing herself who was reminded to block the camera and retreated, but withdrew from the screen, and the temperature in her heart gradually cooled.

I have known for a long time that nothing good will come of it. It had been nearly fifty minutes, and she knew that the part with Kim Byung-kwon in the kitchen must have been cut.

"Bingqing, what are you doing?"

Shen Bingqing gently pushed away Sun Keren's hand and picked her chin, "I haven't finished the homework Xia Wei left for me, and today is the last day." ”

Sun Keren's face was embarrassed, "I'm sorry...... I should have written ......"

"It's none of your business. She just doesn't like me, and just finds a reason to trouble me. Can I still not know each other? ”

Shen Bingqing went back to the house, threw himself on the bed, buried his head in the pillow, and after a while, when he got up from the bed again, he couldn't see anything unusual except for the redness of his eyes. She turned on her phone again and saw that Kim Byung-kwon had sent her a video.

The camera switches between Shen Bingqing's left rear and Kim Byung-kwon's right front. The two of them perfectly wore the facial paralysis masks required by the company, and the two did not talk much but had an unusually tacit understanding. Shen Bingqing looked at Jin Bingquan's hand that was submerged in foam, and then at his stern face, and his eyes were full of smiles. This video is not the original, not only has it been edited, but a lot of subtitles have been added, and it seems that it was originally intended to be released.

Shen Bingqing didn't finish reading it, although Jin Bingquan sent this to her probably to comfort, but it didn't play any comforting role.

What am I doing to be this hypocritical and unflattering idol?

Shen Bingqing finally cried. Since she entered this company at the age of thirteen, she has been taught by her general manager Tang Xiangzhou to hide her feelings and be a handsome and beautiful girl who is a little cool. She was so dedicated that she really didn't cry anymore.

She didn't want to be an idol, and she didn't have any talent in singing or dancing. But when she participated in the selection, she was thinking about Zhang Aixuan of the same company, Xia Wei, who was already the best newcomer at that time, and countless famous movie stars. The closer she is to these people, the faster she can realize her dream of being an actress.

She has loved acting since she was a child, but when she stepped onto the stage, she spent twice as much hard work as Tang Feifei and Sun Keren, turning herself with no dancing skills into a dancer. That's not enough, she has to be treated unfairly again and again.

Why her?

Why did you choose her and bully her in every possible way?

Could it be that the meaning of her existence is actually just a dispensable star that sets off the brilliance of the sun and moon?

She endured it from the beginning, but she hasn't been able to get an answer until now.

Shen Bingqing wiped away his tears and browsed the web anxiously, "What's so good about being a broken idol!" None of the reviews found a similar template!! ”

She worked hard to make up 500 words, and she felt that there was nothing left to write. This was the seventh day back to Beijing, but Shen Bingqing broke the can. It's already ten o'clock in the evening, she hasn't practiced dancing today, and the dance room will be locked at half past eleven.

Xia Wei saw Shen Bingqing in the dance room at around half past ten.

If it weren't for the tiredness of working overtime in the office, she inadvertently dialed Zhejiang Satellite TV's "Star Appointment Prime Time", and she forgot that Shen Bingqing still owed herself a review. If she hadn't remembered the review, she wouldn't have remembered that there was a stack of postcards that the three girls had to sign. Looking at the calendar, today is the deadline for the review book, and the little idol has not yet come to hand in her homework, so she has enough good reason to take a walk around the dormitory.

As a result, at the door of the dormitory of the Girl Revolution, she did not see Shen Bingqing. Tang Feifei was taking a bath, Sun Keren told her that Shen Bingqing had gone out and didn't know what to do.

Hanging out in the middle of the night? Xia was only a little angry.

When returning to the office from the dormitory area, Xia Wei changed his path. She suddenly wanted to see the training center, where she also practiced her acting skills with the teacher when she was a child. She walked through the dimly lit hallways of the training center, where the sound of music echoed faintly. She followed the music and finally stopped outside a glass window.

The person in there was Shen Bingqing, who was practicing dancing alone with the music on the tape recorder, her hair was wet into strands of sweat, and her loose sweatshirt was soaked with sweat and stuck to her back. There was a huge mirror on the wall, and in it was only a thin but powerful girl dancing with all her might. Xia Wei could just see the front of Shen Bingqing in the mirror from the window, see the streamlined muscles that appeared from the cuffs when her arms were exerted, and see her facial expressions that she was trying to perfect even in an ordinary training session.

To be honest, Xia Wei has never watched the MV of the Girl Revolution so far, nor has he seriously watched their live performance. In her impression, the girl idol who conforms to the terms "girl revolution" and "youth memo" should only make vases that are not too difficult to sell cute patterns, but Shen Bingqing's dancing smashed her colored glasses.

In order to keep his forehead from being polluted by sweat for too long, Shen Bingqing pinned his bangs, revealing a full and white forehead. Without the cover of bangs, her gaze was sharper, and that kind of presumptuous bravado was almost about to break through the glass in front of Xia Wei. Xia Wei watched her turn over, and then did a common back spin in hip-hop on the ground, and then knelt neatly on the ground and pushed her chest charmingly.

After a song, Shen Bing cleared the music and went to drink water. Xia Wei looked at his watch, it was now close to eleven o'clock, and Shen Bingqing should not be practicing anymore. I was about to knock on the door, but my hand shook and I stopped.

Shen Bingqing was crying. Although she only wiped her face, Xia Wei clearly knew that she was crying. Thinking of Shen Bingqing in the public eye, Shen Bingqing who gags in private, and the current Shen Bingqing who is so stubborn that he refuses to cry, let alone let the tears stay on his face for an extra second, Xia Wei is inexplicably a little guilty.

Shen Bingqing did not stop practicing. After drinking water, she turned the tape recorder back on and played "Memo of Youth". The dance of this song doesn't look so hard, it's pure and cute. She sang and danced, practicing her signature smile in front of the mirror, which was fixed on her face but still looked paralyzed.

It seems that she is planning to practice until half past eleven. Xia Wei no longer peeked at her practice. In fact, I know that the efforts behind every artist are unimaginable to ordinary people. What if Shen Bingqing is a general high school student? What about working overtime after completing a lot of homework? What if the effort is not rewarded proportionally? There are many people who are more miserable than Shen Bingqing, and she shouldn't have such ups and downs.

But Xia Wei still hesitated into the phone for a few seconds and sent a text message to the phone number that did not record his name.