In addition to receiving the baptism of dark cuisine from time to time throughout the New Year's holiday, Xingjian Weibu still seized the time to relax, until the agent sent the itinerary, and the mobile phone received a new message and sent a crisp ringtone, and her leisurely holiday time came to an end.

"I'm obviously just a background board, why do I have to ......come so early" Hoshimi took a big bite of the bread in his hand indignantly, and looked at Ikuta in the distance pestering the staff to ask about the time of lunch at noon, and the original irritability disappeared after capturing the helpless expression of the staff, and I only felt a burst of amusement.

"What's the matter, I was assimilated by Nanamin, and I started to gloat." Hoshimi shook his head, bit the straw stuck in the milk carton, and sat down on the cabinet in the corner of the lounge.

"The members of the selection team can enter the studio to prepare for filming, and the other members are waiting for the notice in the lounge." The staff pushed open the door with a stack of materials and called the members of the selection team out, and handed out the storyboard introduction to the Seven Lucky Gods in the hallway.

Hoshimi stuffed the milk carton into the bag of bread, threw it out like a basketball, and watched as the bag drew a perfect parabola in the air and ran towards the arms of the trash can. After the members of the selection team went out, the chairs in the lounge were instantly empty, and Hoshimi jumped off the table and pulled out the nearest empty chair to sit down, took out the extra test papers assigned by the tutor from his bag and began to write.

Before Hoshimi could finish writing the first multiple-choice question, she heard the sound of harmonious footsteps in the lounge, and when she looked up, she saw the Under members who were automatically inserted in two rows centered on Hiyaka Nakamoto and Mai Fukagawa were practicing the dance of their debut list in front of a plastic surgery mirror. Hoshimi tilted his head, the pen twirling between his fingers, and he let out a helpless sigh when he remembered that the shot they needed to shoot was actually just standing in the back row as a backdrop.

Hoshimi looked down at the familiar questions on the test paper again, similar problem-solving routines, she thought, it would be nice if being an idol was so simple, there are fixed ideas and problem-solving steps, when you find that the current idea is not right, immediately contact the question stem to search for new ideas, there is always a shell that can be put on. Thinking wildly, the black-and-white text became like a bunch of gibberish on the blue screen of a downed computer, making her anxious and just want to turn off the console directly.

Hoshimi turned the pen in his hand, but his eyes inexplicably wandered on the hands of the members who practiced at the white square table, and the hair was soaked with sweat and adhered to the tip of the forehead, or everyone knew what was going on today's shooting, some of them only had a thin layer of light makeup on their faces, and some members like her who had not yet put on their own makeup. But there are also people like Nakamoto and Wakatsuki who are ready at any time, and idols who take the shots seriously for a moment.

"What's wrong with me?" The pen slipped from between her fingers and fell on the floor covered with white tiles, Hoshimi lowered her head to pick up the pen, and the black shadow was printed on the white tiles, she looked at her godless appearance and was surprised and frightened. Looking at his tired face without fighting spirit, Hoshimi smiled miserably in his heart.

In the next second, a new shadow fell over her head, and the light and shadow overlapped, making Hoshimi's shadow faint, and her slender fingers took the lead in picking up the pen that had rolled down the corner of the table while she was stunned. "Thank you." Hoshimi looked up and saw Wakatsuki pick up the pen and hand it to her.

"It's okay, haven't you finished your homework yet?"

Hoshimi glanced at the members who began to replenish water and wipe their sweat during the break and then turned their eyes back to Wakatsuki, who was standing in front of him and unscrewed the water bottle, nodded slightly, and then added: "The school has been completed, this is the homework of the cram school." ”

"It's really hard work, Mibu-chan."

After a short break of a few minutes, the members gathered back in front of the plastic surgery mirror again and repeated the action just now, Mai Fukagawa gently shouted the beat in her mouth and led a group of well-behaved little cubs behind her. Hoshimi looked at the person in front of him who was really working hard, remembered Ruoyue's words just now, his ears were hot, the palm holding the pen was oozing fine sweat, his fingers were flying, he quickly put away the spread test papers, sandwiched them into the textbook, and then stuffed them all into his schoolbag as quickly as possible.

Zhong Yuan saw through the mirror that the mirror had been cut in half and only one corner was left, turned around and smiled softly at her in the corner of the last row, and then turned his head and closed the eight beats to continue practicing.

Hoshimi cautiously looked through the mirror at the unchanging and focused expressions of the members, and let out a long sigh of relief, and gradually let go of his movements, and smiled lightly on the corners of his lips and silently bloomed. She thought, maybe it's because there is no routine to follow, there is no standard answer, so when an idol will feel both confused and boring, and find it difficult to let go, not to mention that she is not the only one who explores in the dark on this ascent road, whether it is turning back to the side or looking ahead, there are support partners around her.

The temperature in the lounge is constantly rising, like a cramped small stove, smoking the members who are fully immersed in the dance steps. The blood bar that had just been eliminated for Hoshimi was about to be exhausted in a blink of an eye, and Hoshimi folded the tissues into small strips and sandwiched them under his bangs, and stood in place with his eyes squinted and moved his wrists, looking at the makeshift study group in a clump.

The refreshing mint aroma dispelled the heat of the body and the boredom of the head, and Hoshimi heard the sound of the door opening the door, and saw the members who had finished filming returning to the lounge, and sat down with their hands propped up against the square table against the wall. Except for the Seven Lucky Gods, who still needed to play freely, the rest of the selection team members returned to the lounge.

Hoshimi didn't take a step over the backpack on his side and was ready to hurry up and put on makeup, unzipping it and stuffing it into the textbook in a hurry, and other small items were neatly stored in various storage bags, which was clear at a glance. It was precisely in this way that at the moment when it was repeatedly confirmed that there was no blue makeup bag, a trace of panic flashed in Hoshimi's clear eyes, and it was fleeting, but Reika Sakurai, who was dragged to open the door and was about to pounce on Wakatsuki, was keenly noticed.

Reika Sakurai was about to wrap her arms around Wakatsuki and stop in the air, put it down, turned around and walked to Hoshimi, who was sitting on the table and dangling her legs and silently observing the other members, "Is something wrong with Miho?" Sakurai noticed that the moment Hoshimi heard his interrogation, his fingers grabbed the schoolbag on his lap and immediately released it, and confirmed, "Did you forget to bring something?" ”

Hoshimi was startled, raised his eyes and glanced at Reika Sakurai, who was looking at his backpack, and was frightened by the other party's keen observation, so he was stunned for a second before nodding and replying: "I forgot to bring my makeup bag, I guess I forgot to put it in my bag in a daze after tidying up this morning, and left it on the sink." Xu didn't want to be treated as a lost child by Sakurai, and Hoshimi rarely defended himself a few more words.

"I just forgot to bring it, it's fine." Reika Sakurai waved her hand nonchalantly and patted Hoshimi's shoulder comfortingly, "You wait for me, I'll get mine for you." With that, Sakurai turned around and shouted at Wakatsuki, "Yumi, help me get my bag, there it is!" At the end, he added, "By the way, bring yours too, Miho forgot to bring a makeup bag." ”

Hoshimi felt like he had been shot in the chest.

In the next second, Sakurai looked at Hoshimi's stunned appearance and couldn't help but reach out and touch the top of her obedient head and a small handful of stupid hairs that had been raised because of dancing and naughty, "Miho is still a child, it's normal to forget to bring something, don't worry." ”

'Bang' is the sound of a bullet coming out of the chamber and hitting Hoshimi's heart again.