Pd Chang: "From now on, for the second ranking announcement ceremony, the nation's producers have chosen a substitute …"
Song An-ran, Jeon Teru, Choi Yi-hye, and Kim Si-jong's faces appeared on the screen.
The trainees were in a heated discussion.
"Wow! Wow. Song Enran Xi was in 12th place last time, right? She's amazing. "
Because the seats were randomly arranged, the person sitting next to her was a trainee that Song An-ran had never met before. She was ranked 57th last time and had not been called yet. This time, there was a high probability that she would be eliminated.
"Nei, Kang Sang-ha."
Because of the camera, Song An-ran smiled awkwardly at her, but her heart felt weak. She wanted to run out of the studio, call her president, and ask him how much money he had spent on her.
From 12th place to first place, this rise was too exaggerated. Where did their company get so much money? Could it be that they took a loan to vote for her?
The more Song An-ran thought about it, the more guilty she felt. She had just eliminated Kim So-hye last week, and her fans must still be holding a grudge. The company just had to give her so many votes at this time. It's over, it's over. They will definitely find out.
Pd Chang: "Kim Si-jong trainee, do you think you can continue to get first place this time?"
Kim Si-jong hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Nei."
Pd Chang: "Song An-ran trainee, directly rising from 12th place to first place as a substitute. That's really amazing. Do you have confidence in becoming the first place? "
"Annie, I'm already very happy to be a substitute."
Song An-ran's throat was dry, and she felt like her chest was choked with air. She was like a child who cheated and got first place in class. She looked bright and beautiful, but her heart was empty and filled with endless anxiety.
She also wanted to openly say that she wanted to be number one, but the heavy sense of guilt and uneasiness made her say hypocritical words like "I'm already very satisfied."
Pd Chang: "I got it. Now, let's reveal the fourth place trainee."
Song Anran licked his dry lips with his tongue and prepared to go up to give a speech.
"It's … JYP Jeon Teru trainee."
She paused for a moment, retracted her foot, and clapped mechanically with everyone.
Looking up at the big screen, he just happened to witness the scene of Zhao Mi crying. Song An-ran felt like she was going crazy. She looked at Teru trying hard to control her expression and felt guilty and distressed.
Teru: "Although I'm in fourth place, I'm still very grateful to the national producers for voting for me, allowing me to enter the top 11 again. I will not be complacent, I will continue to work hard. And Enron Oni fighting! "
Song An-ran raised her hand above her head and gave her a big heart.
Pd Chang: "Next up is the third place trainee … CQ Entertainment.
Song An-ran trainee. She jumped from twelfth place to first place candidate. She displayed the power of a top idol on the level evaluation stage and made the national producers fall for her charm. Then, little fairy, please say a few words. "
Song An-ran had just prepared her feelings and was about to speak. However, she was caught off guard by Pd Chang's teasing. She held the microphone awkwardly and did not know how to respond to him.
If she replied "Nei.", it would be like admitting that she was a fairy. It would be too shameful.
If she replied "Ani yo", it would seem like she was denying PD's words. It would be very impolite.
Song An-ran nervously held the microphone with both hands and uttered a few short syllables.
"Nei, Ani yo. That … "
Pd Chang smiled. "Nei, I know. Then, Song An-ran trainee, please express your thoughts. "
After being teased like this, Song An-ran's mind went blank. She could not remember the speech she had just prepared.
Song An-ran: "… I have always felt that participating in Competition 101 was a very happy thing. I met a lot of kind-hearted relatives and found something that I want to do for the rest of my life. So in the coming days, I will do my best to face the national producers in a more cheerful manner. "
Although it was a speech she had thought of in a panic, it was much more sincere than the formal version she had prepared. Kim Si-jong, who was quietly watching from below, seemed to empathize with her. She raised her signature smile and gave Song An-ran a thumbs up.
Song An-ran walked to her seat and was hugged by Teru, who had been waiting for a long time. This little sister, who was small but not small, hugged Song An-ran like she was hugging a large doll.
Teru lowered her head and hugged her tightly without saying a word.
Song An-ran thought that she was sad because of today's ranking, so she reached out and touched her head.
Who knew that this little brat would suddenly put her hand through Song An-ran's arm. While she was not paying attention, she held her waist and threw her up with force.
"Congratulations, little Wuli fairy."
Thus, Song An-ran was caught off guard and experienced the feeling of flying.
Teru, who had succeeded in her prank, quickly ran back to her seat after flirting with her.
Song An-ran, who had recovered from her shock, wanted to get angry, but because of the camera, she could only swallow her anger and sullenly sit back in her seat.
**
After the recording ended, Song An-ran did not stay in the studio for a moment. She quickly found her agent in the crowd.
"Oppa, lend me your phone."
"What's wrong?"
"… I want to call my mother."
Song An-ran's eyes drifted and she made up a lie.
Her agent knew that she was lying when he saw her expression. He had been with Song Anran since she entered the company. After more than a year of getting along with her day and night, he knew what was going on in her head when Song Anran shook her little head.
"Ten minutes."
Although he knew that she was lying, it did not matter if he indulged her a little.
"Inside. Oppa, Saranghi. "
Song An-ran took the phone with satisfaction and dialed a number.
"Hey, Busaiyo, President Nim."
"An-ran, aren't you still in the competition? Why are you calling me? Have you been eliminated? "
"Ani, not yet. President Nim, did you buy my votes? "
On the other side, Kim Si-hwan did not know whether to laugh or cry at this question.
"An-ran, why are you suddenly asking this? I really want to buy your votes, but you know our company's financial situation very well. "
"Really? I got third place this time and suddenly got a lot of votes … President Nim, you didn't lie to me. "
"Don't think so much. You got these votes fair and square. An-ran, did someone say something to you? No matter what, don't be afraid. Just be as confident as before. If our company had so much money, we would have built a building for the company first. "
"I got it! President Nim … "
Song An-ran was silent. She hugged the phone and sighed. The president was wrong. No one had said anything to her and she had never secretly looked at her own news online. However, she was very clear about the public opinion after the program was broadcast. Because there were no secrets in the girls' dormitory.
The PD cameraman's focus was on who was asked to shoot the poster, who was edited by the devil in the last episode, who was scolded on the forum … Even if Song An-ran did not care about these news, it would automatically reach her ears.
Coincidentally, according to what Song An-ran knew, the person who was edited by the devil and the person who was scolded on the forum was her.
Song An-ran could pretend that she did not know about these things and maintain her usual confidence and ease. However, after hearing so many rumors, it seemed that even if she closed her ears and eyes, all the criticism would still enter her mind.
The scary thing was, she did not know what she had done wrong.
She trained during the day as usual, but when she slept at night, she repeatedly thought about what she had said wrong and what could have been edited by the devil.
She began to be careful with her words and did things according to other people's expressions. This kind of anxious life lasted for half a month. She kept it a secret from everyone, constantly doubting and denying herself, silently enduring all the pressure.
A few days ago, Teru complained that Song An-ran had lost a lot of weight and was hugging her arms. She dragged her to weigh herself. In the end, she found that she was eight pounds lighter than when she participated in the competition. Song An-ran's weight had always been stable, but after participating in 101 for more than two months, she had lost weight back to five years ago.
Only then did Song Anran realize that his mental state during this period of time had already affected his body. When she was drying her hair, it was not an illusion that there was more hair on the ground than usual. If she allowed herself to be dispirited like this, her condition would only get worse and worse.
"President, nim … Can you tell me why everyone doesn't like me?"
Kim Si-hwan was secretly shocked. He felt that this was a very big problem, and it was related to this girl's future as an artist.
"Enron Xi, every artist faces this problem, and you need to slowly answer it in the future. I'm sorry, I can't answer you. However, do you think that these people who hate you really understand you? "
"Ah Ni."
"Like you said, they don't know you, and they don't know what the real you is like. The Song An-ran they scold is not the real you, but the Song An-ran in their eyes. These curses have nothing to do with you, do you understand? "
"… Alasu, President, nim, Kang Sang Hamida."
Song An-ran hung up the phone and stood there in a daze, unable to regain her senses. Although his mind was in a mess, the heavy stone in his heart had finally been lifted.
"Little fairy, let's go eat."
Her body sank, and someone jumped on her back. Without a doubt, it was Teru.
"I know, come down."
"No, I'm so tired. Carry me."
Ever since the show aired and she saw Song An-ran carry her back to the dormitory from the study room, she liked to stick to Song An-ran. The word "stick" here was not an exaggeration.
As long as two people were together, there must be physical contact. If they weren't holding hands, they would be hugging. Song Anran felt as if he was raising a large body pendant.
Song An-ran used her hands to hold onto her legs so that she would not slide down.
"Ah, I'll carry you to the door and walk on my own."
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