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"Next,
Song An-ran. "
"Inside."
Facing the dark camera, Song An-ran took a deep breath,
She smiled brightly:
"Anihaxiyo, 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 might be filming her,
But she didn't have the strength and didn't want to do any more expression management.
The practice room was hot and unbearable,
Song An-ran's heart sank to the bottom.
She had practiced countless moves, but she had made a mistake at the most critical moment. This kind of blow..,
Made the taut string in her mind completely break.
As if she was torturing herself, the scene of her mistake kept replaying in her mind.
“pick
Up - "
Song An-ran pointed her right hand to the sky,
Following the music, she jumped on one foot. This was an energetic movement,
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,
She needed to spend more effort to control them.
So, the more she went to the back part,
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 her spirit. She forced herself to finish the last few movements.
Sitting on the floor of the practice room, Song An-ran emptied her thoughts and stopped herself from 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 to make the same reaction.
When the PD called her name and asked her to leave the practice room, she thought that she could be dismissed and followed without thinking much.
When she came back to her senses, she found that she had been brought to a small dark room, and the staff member who had been following her gave her a cell phone.
"Song Enran Xi, you can now contact the person you want to contact the most."
So it was a hidden camera. Song An-ran reacted 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 suffered since the competition erupted in an instant. She had thought that 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 evaluation would cause her to be utterly defeated.
"Ah Yigu, our An-ran has been wronged, don't cry, don't cry."
"Mom, I'm filming a show."
"Yes, Mother knows. How is it? Did it go well? "
"I can't seem to dance well. What should I do? I don't want to give up. "
Song An-ran gripped her phone tightly. She was a person who was good at telling only the good news and not the bad news. This was the first time she had opened her heart to tell her family about her uneasiness and fear.
The person on the other side of the phone was silent for a while. When he spoke again, he sounded like he was about to cry.
"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 the evaluation mistake, she was not the Song An-ran of the past.
She had only been in the competition for a week, but she had 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 evaluation was not as bad as she had imagined. 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 been mentally prepared to be demoted, but she didn't expect that the sadness before was because she had been too dramatic.
Her face suddenly became very dry. 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 me."
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 1 o 'clock yesterday. She had planned to wake up at 6 o' clock to train today. But she couldn't stand the intermittent "pick me" from the whole building.
"Me", 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 all the trainees went to bed late and woke up early. Because of the overload of training, several trainees had already fallen ill. 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 loved her the most in the dormitory, to wake her up before 6 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 called 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 against her chest. She used the towel that she had just wrung to wipe her face. After cleaning her face, Song An-ran was a little helpless as she looked at Dani, who was sleeping soundly.
Song An-ran thought for a while. Finally, she took out the tablet that she used to watch dance videos and opened "Pick me."
She placed the tablet next to Dani's ear.
Sure enough, a few seconds after the prelude played, Song An-ran was woken up. An-ran saw that Song An-ran was startled. She immediately straightened up and looked at Song An-ran blankly.
"Danee, it's time to go to training."
"I know. Thank you, Augny."
Song An-ran quickly kissed Song An-ran's face and turned over to climb out of bed. Song An-ran helplessly helped Song An-ran tidy up the messy quilt. Song An-ran had an appointment with her team to train at 7 o 'clock. It was a little early to go now, but she didn't dare to have any time to relax. After a simple tidying up, she still chose to go to training.
In the noisy practice room, Song An-ran grabbed the hem of her shirt with both hands. As her body moved stiffly, she slowly pulled her shirt up. She had an expression of hopelessness on her face. Song An-ran's sexy movements were forcefully made funny by her.
Song An-ran was practicing to "Hot
Issue is a song about killing.
It was also the most exciting part of the song.
"Pfft, Ah Ni, Enron Xi, that's not how you do it …"
When Huang Xiuyan saw Song An-ran's actions, she laughed out loud. The other parts of the story were well done, but for some reason, when it came to the action of lifting up the clothes, her limbs stiffened. The WAV was also out of place.
"This WAV needs to be smoother and swing more."
Then, Huang Xiuyan demonstrated it to Song An-ran. She flipped her hair to the side of her shoulders and swayed her hips to match the music. Her hands slowly pulled up her shirt. Her casual and lazy movements were sexy and seductive.
"Do you understand? Enron Xi, do it again. "
Song An-ran really envied this kind of person who could unreservedly release her charm in front of everyone. She knew that this movement was not overboard. There were many dance moves in the girl group that were more demanding than this. However, she felt that it was too shameful to do this in front of so many people.
She took a deep breath and braced herself. She was ready to go all out. 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 could not even do this kind of 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 he revealed a little of the black sports bra inside before he put it down.
After she was done, she quickly covered her face and squatted down. She felt her face burning. 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. "
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