Chapter 83 Does she deserve to be called a goddess?
The director is even more important.
Forget it if the instructor doesn't worry, even the trainees who come to participate in the audition don't worry!
However, this young master was not someone he could afford to offend, so he could only try his best to smile and say: "You can't say this nonsense during the official live broadcast! This is a show that selects idols, and idols are the most important thing." What is it?”
Lin Yimeng: "Can't you evade taxes?"
Pei Jiayan: "Can't you smoke?"
Wen Si: "Can't go whore?"
director:"……"
"You can't fall in love!!!"
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After the performance session, the 100 trainees were divided into five levels ABCDF by the instructors based on their initial stage performance.
The five levels correspond to five classes.
There are a total of five instructors for vocal music, dance, and singing. Each instructor leads a class of trainees to visit classrooms, dormitories, and canteens.
Jiang Zhihuai performed well and had a tough background, so he was undoubtedly assigned to Class A.
The leader of Class A is Pei Jiayan, the top instructor among them.
He had a lot of travel recently and was so busy that he didn't even get enough sleep. He was already quite manic and depressed. He even bullied Wen Si and got retaliated instead. In front of so many people in the circle, he lost all his dignity.
So he kept a cold face the whole time, as if every trainee owed him millions.
The other instructors were chatting and laughing with the trainees throughout the process, and would take the initiative to introduce them to wherever they went.
Pei Jiayan wore sunglasses throughout the whole process, and he cared about his words like gold. After leading the trainees around the places they should go, he let them move around freely.
I got into the nanny's car, blew on the air conditioner, listened to music, and caught up on my sleep.
His nostrils were turned upward, unwilling to talk to these fledgling trainees. The trainees did not have any masochistic tendencies, so he felt more comfortable when he left.
They are all young people of 17 or 18 years old, and they become familiar with each other if they talk to each other for a few words.
You praised my choreography for the first stage, and I praised the songs you wrote yourself for being so beautiful.
As we chatted, someone inevitably complained about Pei Jiayan's style.
"I've heard others say that he has a bad temper, low quality, and likes to play big shots. I always thought it was his opponents who were trying to bribe him. After all, he has always been very polite in front of others. I didn't expect that he would be so polite in front of others. It’s a character!”
"Isn't it just that I have a powerful financial backer? Seeing how awesome he is, he really thinks he is a dishonor."
"Now we are indifferent, but in the future we will be too high for him! It's not certain who will be more popular than whom in three months, just wait and see!"
"Thirty years to the east of the river and thirty to the west of the river, don't bully young people into poverty!"
After being satisfied with the scolding, a group of people began to sigh again: "But then again, how will we live in the next three months! This class division should be constantly changing, right? If we are all kicked out for three months in a row, If he takes it, I will be so depressed that I will die!"
"There will definitely be changes! Don't worry!"
"But you said it's true that he has already done a top-notch job. If he really doesn't want to lead us, just tell the directing team and ask the directing team to replace him with someone else? Why do he have to do the work he doesn't want to do with a cold face? It makes us feel uncomfortable!”
"Yes, I think Wen Si is quite good. Whether he has a good temper or not is another matter. At least it looks good to the eyes!" "You Xiaozhi, you have quite a discerning eye! You immediately fell in love with the style I like!"
Although rehearsals are not as formal as live broadcasts, they are still part of the job.
Pei Jiayan was a big showman, but he didn't dare to go too far. He squinted in the nanny car for twenty minutes and came out bleary-eyed.
The trainees were making noise and encouraging a thin-skinned trainee to ask Wen Si for his WeChat ID.
Because the playful mood was at its peak, no one noticed Pei Jiayan walking over quietly.
Until Pei Jiayan sneered coldly and said without hiding his disgust: "Does someone like her deserve to be called a goddess? She just pretends to be serious on the surface and deceives young people like you who are not familiar with the world. She has a lot of fun secretly. "
The trainees were startled by him and asked him when he would come back with smiles on their faces.
"Just now." Pei Jiayan said.
After confirming that he didn't hear the words they scolded him, the trainees all breathed a sigh of relief.
Someone who was bold enough to call him brother-in-law on the spot inquired about Wen Si's gossip: "Brother, what did you mean by what you just said? What happened to Wen Si?"
"Yes, Brother Pei, I have nothing to do anyway. Can I tell you something?"
One by one, they surrounded Brother Pei and surrounded him. Undoubtedly, Pei Jiayan, who likes to be noticed and held up, was greatly satisfied.
Gradually, he became less conceited: "I'm not afraid of your jokes if I say it. I already knew her before I debuted."
These words were like a thunderclap, causing the trainees who were eager to burst into gossip to scream:
"I'll go! Is it true or false?"
"How did you meet?"
"Say it! Say it!"
Naturally, Pei Jiayan couldn't say that he was so poor that he wanted to sell himself to a rich woman, so he just scratched the surface and said: "Actually, things are not as complicated as you think. I was a student at the Kyoto Theater Academy back then, and I accidentally and She knows it.”
"I didn't expect that these rich people, who appear to be serious on the surface, are actually more playful than the others."
"She thought I was handsome, so she asked me out to rent a house within a few days of meeting her, but I rejected her righteously."
Speaking of this, Pei Jiayan sighed with emotion: "At that time, I was young and didn't understand anything. If it were changed now..."
He paused and said with an increasingly ambiguous smile: "I'll get her done, and then I'll coax her to take some photos to satisfy your cravings."
They are all a bunch of hot-blooded boys. How many of them didn’t get together with their classmates to talk dirty or watch porn movies when they were in school?
Hearing this, everyone laughed strangely and narrowly.
In the corner, Jiang Zhihuai had already frowned in displeasure when they mentioned Wen Si with laughter.
Now, both fists are clenched tightly, veins are bulging, and muscles are tense.
Pei Jiayan, who was already chatting happily, not only did not realize that the danger was approaching, but he spoke more and more boldly: "But you don't have to feel sorry, we may not have no chance now."
"She looks like she's hungry for men when she sees them. Maybe I can get it done directly by just hooking up my fingers."
"Or maybe I don't even have to hook my fingers, and she just takes the initiative..."
Before he could even say the words 'bring it to your door', his collar was ripped open by a strong force. Before he could see clearly who it was, the opponent's fist had already hit his face.
Even though he had reduced 90% of his strength, Pei Jiayan was still beaten so hard that he almost fainted on the spot.
(End of chapter)