Chapter 219: Winners and Loser

PS (Escaped from the inspiration of the Imperial Palace Ouchi and the ancient civil servant (TJ), and the second middle school returned.)

However, in the subsequent updates, I don't care about the quantity, and I want to pay more attention to the quality in the second middle. Before, it was because of the gradually deteriorating plot line that the second middle school didn't want to write, so I wanted to write something better.

There will be two more in a day, three more in addition, one more in a day, and one more in two days if you can't write. It won't be very regular. ）

[Get out of the world of songs.] This is the cry of the masses.

Twisting his neck vigorously, as if to deny something.

[A hypocrite with a set on the front and a set on the back.] This is the voice of the media.

Grit your teeth and discern for yourself.

[An ungrateful dog mongrel who gets into the eye of money.] The most hurtful thing is that the voice comes from the glory, the people who used to like him.

The brow is about to be twisted. He was never the one who was a true treacher.

In the chaos, Wu Zairong seems to have returned to the time when he was angrily scolded and reprimanded by the people.

He knew it was a dream.

But he was powerless to get out of the dream.

No matter how rational he is, no matter how strong his spiritual power is, he can't stop the activation of his cranial nerves, nor can he stop sadness from raging in his heart.

All glory is destroyed by vanity, and all efforts are denied by the dazzle. Dreams repeat reality.

The intense feeling of suffocation almost took him breathless, and the only emotion left was bitterness.

Then there is the invisible struggle.

He won, he was happy, but he was also sad.

Yes. Most of his enemies were struck by his elaborate deception, and the traitors were sent to prison with his vengeance.

Could success make up for all the wounds?

No.

If that's the case. [Silver Silence] wouldn't have been his nightmare, and he wouldn't have been so maverick in creating four volumes.

Strong on the lips. He was strong in front of his friends and hoped to be strong in front of the people he liked, but he was still injured after all.

The brow is slightly relaxed, and the jaw is not squeezing the mouth violently. Unconsciously bobbing his head, trying to find a comfortable way to lie down. Forget it, it's uncomfortable anyway, just lie down like this.

The road back is difficult. He knows.

As a "newcomer" who starts his second journey, he must climb to the top. He's going to have to pay more.

He used to be a newcomer, and he used a song [Like a Shot] in the second series, which was enough to conquer the audience and become popular all over the country.

But now he can't.

The Sleep Spell can't change his unpopular reality, and Energizing can't bring him back to life.

This is not something that one or two Divine Comedy can solve.

As an entertainer, his so-called novelty is disappearing. gradually becoming an old man, the fixed image is no longer stunning and no longer eye-catching. Instead, it becomes a habit.

As a creator, the expectations of the people are rising. The singer named "Oh Jae-young" is normal to write good songs, and he is the solo who can arouse the ANTI of the whole people. The songs in the album are a little less than Jiang Lang's talent.

The nose is a little itchy, reflexively wrinkled nose. But I heard a smile like a silver bell, was it my own delusion?

What he needs is a new wave of wind. Use songs to make new trends rise in the music world, and let everyone follow the trends.

What he wanted to express was a power that hit the heart directly. Not decentralized. Rather, it is clenched into a fist and bundled into a force.

For this. He gave up the double staple that he had already been comfortable with.

My nose started itching again.

[A crisp beginning, another gorgeous ending] This proven production experience was left behind him.

The title song directly replaces the album name. Instead of using your own unseemly naming abilities.

He even changed the tracks that went into the album for the title song, turning the songs that were originally planned to be on the album into a collection again.

Nirvana's position in the four series is transcendent and the absolute center.

Because, a smile pulled out of the corner of his mouth, [Rebirth from the Fire] is his winning hand.

No, why does the nose feel so weird, there is a feeling of something pouring out of the body.

No, I can't help it.

Can't help it. Ahhhh......h

"Ahh Wu Zairong hit a big Ah Qiu, because of the force of the muscles and the wide opening of the mouth, the saliva flew uncontrollably,

sprayed Zheng Xiuyan in the face.

It wasn't until his eyes adapted to the bright light that Wu Zairong realized that the petite figure squatting beside him was Zheng Xiuyan. Stunned.

Zheng Xiuyan was also stunned. I wanted to play a prank when Wu Zairong was sleeping, but I didn't expect to taste the bitter fruit. Because if you like something, you don't dislike it, it's fake, and you won't be happy if you let anyone spray you with saliva. What's more, Wu Zairong has just woken up and hasn't brushed his teeth yet.

A just right melon seed face took shape so quickly, plus Zheng Xiuyan's eight-character eyebrows.

"Mione." Wu Zairong smiled bitterly in his heart, and hurriedly wanted to wipe Zheng Xiuyan's face clean with his hands, but he didn't feel right. handed over two tissues, then sent her into the dressing room, and graciously handed over the towels.

"Oba, if there is a next time," Zheng Xiuyan, who had finally refreshed herself after washing her face, showed her signature little fist, "I'm not kind to you." ”

It's not a deterrent at all, but it's cute, "Nene, I won't spray your face next time, okay." ”

"That's pretty much it." No, if you don't spray your face, you won't still spray. Zheng Xiuyan, who found that she was trapped in a language trap, became angry and launched Zheng's small fist, "Necro, Oba." ”

Wu Zairong, who had finished washing in a hurry, didn't even have the mind to hide, and let her hammer on her arm. "By the way, when I was sleeping just now, I felt a very itchy nose, you were next to it, did you see anything such as feathers, hair, falling on it?"

As soon as she mentioned this, Zheng Xiuyan's eyes immediately stared at her toes, as if there was some rare treasure there, and she didn't jump out just now, "Is there one?" Oba, you feel wrong. ”

"yes." Let's not talk about logic, just with such poor acting skills, how could Wu Zairong not notice that it was her prank? "I must have been so tired lately, I was hallucinating when I slept."

"Well, then, Oba." Hehe, just fooled around, Zheng Xiuyan happily took the bread handed by Wu Zairong. "I don't need milk."

"Can you eat bread dry? And milk is not a bad thing, eat it. Oh Jae-young put the milk that had been taken out of the microwave and cooled a little and put it in Jung so-yeon's hand. Eat more," Wu Jaeyoung touched the face of Zheng Xiuyan, who had lost a lot of weight, "There is really only skin and bones left." "It's okay to control your body when you debut, but it's not okay to break down your health.

"Oba." Zheng Xiuyan said softly and pushed the milk back.

You think everyone is like you, drinking so much water, but not edema at all, and being photogenic is always the same. She can't, drinking a little water will cause edema, and this edema, through the effect of light and shadow, will be magnified countless times in front of the camera. Especially now that she has passed three rounds of testing, replaced three rounds of members, and is not far from her debut, she doesn't want to pass by the stage again because of eating.

"It's already skinny." Ring his thumb and forefinger, he can even wrap his arm around Jung.

"Don't." After taking a bite of whole-wheat bread, Jung so-yeon, who frowned because of her dry throat, still refused.

"If it's your head of room who asks for it, then I'll talk to him. If it's Teacher Li Xiuman's attitude, no, Teacher Li Xiuman hasn't returned to China yet, that's the opinion of President Kim, and I'll make an appointment with him to have a discussion. Covering the milk with her hands for a while, with a slight sense of non-resistance, "Wuli Xiuyan's health is so precious, how can she be so tormented?" ”

"Hmm." There was a hint of helplessness, but more of an intoxication and enjoyment of Wu Jaerong's domineering speech. "But Oba, why are you sleeping on this side of Cheongdam Cave, there is not even a bed here, sleeping on the sofa."

yes, why? (To be continued.) )