The director's assistant walked to the stage and clapped his hands up and down.
"The end."
It represents the perfect ending of the first half of the shooting.
The tutors left first. Before leaving, Teacher Qita wanted to talk to the children, but was hurriedly stopped by the program staff to explain.
"Cheetah teacher nim, for the sake of fairness, we stipulate that you can only communicate with the children when the program starts. Please understand."
"I know, I just want to have a word with Jiang Xiaoliang. She raps really well."
"This...Teacher nim, Miane, no, please don't make it difficult for us."
"Hey Yigu, Arasso, Araso."
Miss Qita also knows that there is no need to rush, there is only a long way to go, but with her straightforward personality, she still likes to do whatever she wants.
But I don’t want to embarrass the people on the program team.
So she smiled and waved goodbye to Jiang Xiaoliang in the distance.
"See you later."
The sincere Qita teacher is really cute.
This scene made many aspiring trainees feel jealous and envious.
The instructors went to rest first, but the remaining trainees were stopped.
"Children, wait a minute, let me announce something first."
A director PDnim told them that they had to collect their luggage and officially move into the dormitory of "Produce 48".
"Wow!"
"Group dormitory?"
When they heard the words "group dormitory", the trainee girls' eyes lit up and they looked excited.
In my short youthful life, I spent almost most of my time living in the company’s practice room, training day and night.
In addition, most children are on leave from school or taking leave, so they rarely go to school, let alone go out with relatives or friends, or go on graduation trips or play together.
As for the opportunity to live in a dormitory with relatives, older sisters, and younger sisters of the same age, it is a rare and possibly the only experience in life.
In the following life, every grade evaluation experienced will represent an increase in the distance between each other and a change in status.
So cherish each other while we can now, and not lose a beautiful memory.
"Produce 48 high competition~"
"That's great!"
"It must be fun~"
Temporarily put aside the matter of evaluation grades, the corners of the children's mouths can't help but turn up, and they will feel happy unconsciously.
“Pick Me Pick Me…”
Even the Sakura girl sang the brainwashing title song, and her body couldn't help but sway to the rhythm.
The scene is youthful and energetic.
After hearing the news, Jiang Xiaoliang, on the contrary, closed his eyes helplessly and his expression became exhausted.
Jiang Huiyuan saw this scene, and the girl was even more speechless.
"What's wrong? Why do you look unhappy? What sad thing happened? Tell me and let Ernie be happy. Moya, why are you staring at me? Little Liangmei."
"..."
Jiang Xiaoliang rolled his eyes at her.
Ever since he found out that he was only "14 years old", Jiang Yuan started to let himself go. He couldn't hide his lustful eyes and always liked to tease himself.
Too lazy to talk to her, Jiang Xiaoliang followed everyone off the stage.
"Concentrate! Concentrate!"
According to the instructions of the director PD and the main writer, they gathered together and formed a small square formation.
At this time, the trainees who were basically familiar with each other started to gather together, calling each other, and gradually separated into "small groups".
However, a very interesting phenomenon also occurred.
For example, before the evaluation, trainees from the same company started out as close as "sisters". After the evaluation, even if they deliberately avoided each other, they still had "awkward" looks in each other's eyes.
Park Ruiying hurriedly stepped down from the "1st position". The "C" next to her name made her feel embarrassed for a while. When she tried to find her best friend, she found that she couldn't find her.
Level C, she couldn't help but cursed: "Ah C! Where did you go?"
This scene happened in the original "small groups" of each company.
Especially the A-level trainees, their expressions have quietly changed, they have become confident and proud, and the way they look at others has a condescending feeling.
At this moment, it seems that there is an invisible film between "A-level" and "other levels", and there is no sense of intimacy that existed before the evaluation.
It is obvious that some girls with low-level evaluations have dim eyes and complicated moods.
I feel a tightness in my chest, and I feel like crying but I can't.
That suffocating feeling surrounded them, with nowhere to escape and nowhere to release. It was strange, really strange...
It seems that for a moment, Wuli will never go back.
The story that Jiang Huiyuan and Han Chuyuan were afraid of has become a reality, although the protagonists are not them...
"Ah! I don't want to live in a dormitory~ Ah Yixi, that's weird~~ I want to go to day school!!"
At this moment, a voice caught the attention of these low-level trainees. They turned to look, and then subconsciously smiled on their originally painful faces.
Ah~ It turns out to be "F" grade trainee——Jiang Xiaoliang.
The girl with a round head is squatting on the ground, holding her head and wailing.
Miyawaki Sakura, a very popular trainee of the Sakura system who has become popular, has a distressed and funny expression on his face, squatting slightly, as if he is comforting the girl.
"Langjiang doesn't cry, don't cry~"
From time to time, Sakura touches the girl's cute bun.
Some people remain silent and alienated from each other after being evaluated.
But for some people, their love doubles during the trough, but their warmth remains the same.
wuli Sakura obviously belongs to the latter.
Jiang Xiaoliang's eyes were dull and he muttered something:
"Sakura, you don't understand my sadness."
"Brother Liang, in the collective dormitory, wuli, can you be more romantic?"
Li Jiaen looked helpless. Even she didn't know why she actually came to Jiang Xiaoliang's side.
As a result, two popular "A"-level trainees gathered around the "F"-level girl. This scene is really eye-catching.
"Heh."
Jiang Xiaoliang's eyes were desperate, but he did not forget to retort:
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"Romantic? I want you, Sister Li, to be more romantic, and Brother Liang, I want to be slower..."
Savor it carefully, come and savor it~
It has a slightly astringent feel and a teasing tone that is really unique.
"Huh?"
"Reliable adult woman" Li Jiaen frowned.
She didn't react at first, but after tasting it carefully, Sister Li blushed suddenly.
"Ah! Jiang Xiaoliang, what are you saying strangely?"
"Pa."
Li Jiaen slapped Jiang Xiaoliang's forehead hard.
The trainees followed the lead writer sister and walked a certain distance to the outside of the studio.
The writer sister gave some time for everyone to pick up their own suitcases and then go to the assembly area to gather.
Later, they will prepare to go to the dormitory to change clothes.
"What's wrong, Xiaoliang."
Han Chuyuan had already changed her title. She couldn't help but feel strange when she saw that Jiang Xiaoliang, who was "two years" younger than her, was still staying where she was, without looking for her luggage.
"Don't you have any luggage? Jiang Xiaoliang..."
A writer sister who was in charge of "trainee life" suddenly found Jiang Xiaoliang with empty hands and a confused and innocent look on her face after doing a round of inspection.
"Oh, I almost forgot, your guardian——Mother Pei, Ms. Pei asked me to call back when I have time to finish the shooting, ah, hurry up, hurry up!"
After saying that, she seemed to have remembered something, and quickly took out her mobile phone, dialed a number, and handed it to the girl with confused eyes after being connected.
"Mother Pei, who?"
Jiang Xiaoliang looked confused. While taking the phone, he took advantage of this short gap to try to recall the memory fragments in his mind.
But there was no time to think and recall.
The phone was subconsciously put to my ear, and when I heard the gentle voice of a mature woman on the other end of the phone——
Mama Pei?
I didn't have time to react, but I was as witty as "Brother Liang", so I decided to recognize my relatives decisively first: