In the following time, Song An-ran seemed to be possessed. She danced over and over again in the short three-minute dance, patiently correcting her posture in the video. In the practice room, the dormitory, and the corridor, she could be seen training everywhere.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
On the day of the second level assessment, Song An-ran woke up early. She opened her eyes and looked at the white ceiling. Her head was heavy.
Three consecutive days of high-pressure training had already exhausted her body. But her mind was tightly wound, and she didn't dare to let her guard down even a little bit.
Song An-ran gritted her teeth and forced herself to get out of bed. No matter how tough and tiring it was, she could not afford to make any mistakes at the most important moment.
"Next, Song An-ran."
"Inside."
Facing the dark camera, Song An-ran took a deep breath and smiled brightly.
"Ani haxi yo, senior nim, I'm Song An-ran …"
…
When Song An-ran came down, there was no expression on her face. She knew that the camera was probably filming her, but she did not have the energy and did not want to do any expression management.
The practice room was hot and unbearable, but Song An-ran's heart sank to the bottom.
She had practiced the movements countless times, but she made a mistake at the most crucial moment. This blow completely broke the string in her mind.
She was like a masochist, her mind kept replaying the scene of her mistake.
“pick
Up. "
Song An-ran pointed her right hand to the sky and jumped with one leg to the music. This was a very energetic movement, and she completed it very well.
But in the next second, her bent leg suddenly began to throb. She lost her strength and her knee fell uncontrollably. She could clearly feel the muscles in her thigh twitching violently, and she needed to use more strength to control them.
So, towards the end of the dance, Song An-ran's movements became more and more uncoordinated. There were a few times when she even missed the beat.
She bit her lower lip hard and used the pain to stimulate herself. She forced herself to finish the last few movements.
Sitting on the floor of the practice room, Song An-ran cleared her mind and stopped thinking about the mistake that had just happened.
She pretended to watch the other trainees perform seriously, and mechanically followed the person next to her and made the same reaction.
When the PD called her name and told her to leave the practice room, she thought she was dismissed and followed without thinking much.
When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had been brought to a small, dark room. The staff member who had been following him gave him a phone.
"Song Enran Xi, you can now contact the person you want to contact the most."
It turned out to be a hidden camera. Song An-ran came to her senses in a daze. She hesitated for a moment before entering a string of numbers. For her, who desperately needed affirmation, this phone call was like a life-saving straw.
"Hey."
"Mother, it's me."
Song An-ran burst into tears the moment she heard her mother's voice. All the grievances she had encountered after participating in the competition burst out in an instant. She thought she was strong enough to face all the problems by herself. She didn't expect that in the end, just a mistake in the level assessment would cause her to be defeated.
"Ah Yigu, our An-ran has been wronged. Don't cry, don't cry."
"Mother, I'm recording a show."
"Yes, mother knows. How is it? Is it going well? "
"I can't seem to dance well. What should I do? I don't want to give up. "
Song An-ran clutched the phone tightly. She was a person who was good at reporting the good news and not the bad. This was the first time she opened her heart and told her family about her uneasiness and fear.
The person on the other side of the phone was silent for a while, and when she spoke, her voice was also crying.
"Our An-ran, who has done everything well since childhood, finally has something to share with mother. Mother is so happy. An-ran, if you don't want to give up, work hard. "
"What if I fail?"
"It doesn't matter. Mother will always support you, whether you succeed or fail. Our An-ran has grown up in a place that mother can't see. Do well, and mother will vote for you. "
"Nei, I know. Mother, Saranghaeyo. "
After hanging up the phone, Song An-ran gradually calmed down.
After saying goodbye to the PD, she slowly walked back to the dormitory and began to calmly reflect on her behavior in the past few days.
Whether it was ignoring her body, overtraining, or losing her soul after making a mistake in the assessment, none of it was the Song An-ran of the past.
In just a week after participating in the competition, she began to become eager for quick success and lost the patience she was so proud of. This was not a good sign.
It turned out that Song An-ran's performance in the level assessment was not as bad as she had imagined. In the eyes of the teachers, the mistake at the end was indeed a fly in the ointment, but overall, it was still a brilliant performance.
The two vocal music teachers gave her an A, and the dance teacher gave her a B. In the end, Song An-ran was left in Class B.
After seeing the results, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She had mentally prepared herself for being demoted, but she didn't expect that the sadness before was because she had been too dramatic.
Her face suddenly became very dry, and she felt like a fool for calling her mother and complaining to her.
At 5: 30 the next morning, Song An-ran woke up in a daze.
She hadn't been sleeping well, because the girls in the dormitory had tacitly set their alarm to "pick."
Every time their alarm went off, Song An-ran would be startled. Her body would instinctively move, and most of her sleepiness would disappear.
She had returned to the dormitory from the practice room at one o 'clock yesterday. She had planned to wake up at six o' clock to train today. But she couldn't stand the intermittent "pick."
"Pick." She dragged herself out of bed.
After a simple wash, she took a wet towel and climbed back into bed, but this time it wasn't her own.
"Danee, wake up. It's 5: 30."
Song An-ran lifted Dani's blanket and patted her gently.
"Alasu, I'll get up."
Dani opened her eyes, blinked hard, and struggled to wake up. But in the end, she couldn't resist the sleepiness. She slowly closed her eyes, turned over, and went back to sleep.
Song An-ran looked at her tired face and didn't have the heart to wake her up. After the competition started, almost every trainee went to bed late and woke up early. With the overload of training, several trainees had already fallen sick. Song An-ran also braced herself and gritted her teeth to persevere.
It was hard for her to imagine how much mental and physical pressure the girls who left home at such a young age had to endure. So she took extra care of Shōmi and her younger sisters, who were younger than her.
Before going to bed last night, Dani asked An-ran, who doted on her the most in the dormitory, to wake her up before six o 'clock no matter what. She said that she had an appointment with her team.
"No, I can't sleep anymore. Didn't I make an appointment with my team? I can't be late, Danee."
Song An-ran continued to call her a few more times. Seeing that she didn't respond, she guessed that she had fallen asleep again. Helplessly, Song An-ran helped her up and let her lean into her arms. She used a freshly wrung towel to help her wipe her face. After cleaning her face, Song An-ran was a little helpless as she looked at Dani, who was sleeping soundly.
She thought for a while and finally took out the tablet that she always carried with her to watch dance practice videos.
She placed it next to Dani's ear.
Sure enough, just a few seconds after the prelude was released, the people who were intoxicated in their dreams were awakened. An-ran saw that she was startled and immediately straightened up. She looked at her blankly.
"Danee, it's time to go to training."
"I know. Thank you, Augny."
She quickly kissed Song An-ran's face and climbed out of bed. Song An-ran helplessly helped her tidy up the messy quilt. She and her team had agreed to train at seven o 'clock. It was a little early to go now, but she didn't dare to relax at all. After a simple tidying up, she still chose to train.
In the noisy practice room, Song An-ran grabbed the hem of her shirt with both hands. As her body moved stiffly, she slowly lifted her shirt up. She had a hopeless expression on her face. It was a sexy move full of Christian horses, but she made it look funny.
She was practicing to "Hot
The song "Issue" is about killing.
It was also the most exciting part of the song.
"Pfft, Ah Ni, Enron Xi, this move is not like that …"
Next to her, Huang Xiuyan saw Song An-ran's move and laughed out loud. The other parts of the move were well done, but for some reason, when it came to the movement of lifting the shirt, her limbs stiffened. The WAV was also not done properly.
"This WAV has to be smoother and move more."
Huang Xiuyan demonstrated it to Song An-ran. She flipped her hair to the side of her shoulders and moved her hips to the music. Her hands slowly lifted her shirt up. Her casual and lazy movements were sexy and seductive.
"Got it? Enron Xi, try it again. "
Song An-ran was really envious of people like her who could release their charm in front of everyone without holding back. She knew that this move was not too much. There were many more moves in the girl group, but she just felt that it was too shameful to do it in front of so many people.
She took a deep breath and braced herself. She was ready to throw caution to the wind. If she continued to put on airs, she would only be a burden to her teammates. She was here to participate in the competition. Everyone was working hard to stay. If she couldn't do this dance, she might as well quit.
Song Anran resisted the strong sense of shame and spread his legs. His body swayed gently from top to bottom like a wave. At the same time, he followed the rhythm and lifted his shirt up little by little until a little of the black sports underwear inside was exposed before he put it down.
After she finished, she quickly covered her face and squatted down. She felt that her face was burning, and all she wanted to do was to dig a hole and bury herself in it.
"Oh, Mo, you did well. Enron Xi, that's it. Don't be shy. It'll be better if your expression is sexier. "
Huang Xiuyan was stunned by Song An-ran. Although her movements were not smooth enough, it was this inexplicable sense of innocence and sexy movements that had a strange attraction.
"Ne-"
Song An-ran, out of body, replied emotionlessly.
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