usatvline Chapter 200 Practice
Chapter 200 Practice
After school on Saturday, Gong Huasui did not go home.
The driver drove the car to an office building and just stopped when he subconsciously looked at his watch.
There are still ten minutes before class starts.
The young master can still sleep a little longer.
He unbuckled his seatbelt, quietly opened the door, and walked around to the back.
Chi Qinghe's eyes were focused on the four big words "Yongxing Media" on the top of the office building.
He had some memory of this entertainment company. It was considered an old-established enterprise that had been open for almost 30 years.
Although it has produced many famous artists, its working style has been criticized.
Everything is based on traffic. As long as you can make money, anything can be done.
Being blinded by greed, flattering the powerful and bullying the weak, and sleeping and chatting with others are too common.
Chi Qinghe had a vague guess in his mind as to why Gong Huasui appeared here.
However, he hoped that he was wrong.
What on earth is Gong Shimu doing? Why did he send Suisui here?
Chi Qinghe hated himself for not being able to touch anything in this dream, otherwise he would run to Gong Shimu in the next second and punch him hard.
He managed to suppress the anger in his eyes. The driver also calculated the time, hurriedly opened the rear door, and whispered to wake Gong Huasui.
"Young Master, it's almost time for class."
Gong Huasui woke up in a daze, got out of the car and walked towards the office building.
The driver called him, took out a white leather bag from the car, and jogged after him.
"Here's today's snack. I'll order dinner for you at 2 a.m., okay?"
"Three o'clock."
"Ok."
Chi Qinghe's gaze shifted from Gong Huasui to the light brown paper bag.
"Why don't you eat properly again? Your stomach can't bear this..."
Still no response.
But this time, his mood was obviously much lower than before.
He has confirmed that Gong Huasui has become a trainee.
That's why I take leave from time to time to come here to attend classes.
Because his schedule was very tight and he had to balance his studies, he had no time to eat or sleep, and he made himself so exhausted.
Chi Qinghe let his hands hang by his sides and walked into the elevator step by step with Gong Huasui.
The enclosed iron compartment was very clean, with soft red carpet underfoot and celebrity posters hung everywhere.
Idol groups, popular young actors, talented singers, international film stars... the higher the status, the bigger and more conspicuous the photo.
For top artists, their photos will be specially sealed with glass frames, with their unique golden signatures underneath.
This small world reflects the cruel class gap in the entertainment industry.
The elevator slowly went up. The young man half leaned against the wall of the elevator car, his eyelids drooping. The flashing red light of the LED light reflected in his deep brown pupils. He looked dazed and visibly tired.
If he didn't have class soon, he would have closed his eyes and fallen asleep the next second.
Chi Qinghe couldn't bear it, and his hoarse voice was filled with self-blame and guilt that was difficult to conceal.
"You shouldn't be in this circle... Sui Sui, tell me why you suddenly decided to enter the entertainment industry. Is Gong Shimu unable to protect you? Are you being bullied?"
He lowered his eyes and his tone gradually became difficult.
"I was the one who provoked Gong Boqi. I was the one who provoked the civil war in the Gong family. All the consequences and costs should be borne by me, not you..."
In his plan, Gong Huasui was to be saved, not dragged back into the quagmire.
A big family like the Gong family would never allow their children to enter the entertainment industry no matter how poor their lives were.
This is inconsistent with their usual low-key style.
What's more, Suisui had just experienced a kidnapping. The most important thing to do at this time is to block the news, hide Suisui, reduce the risk, rather than exposing him to the public.
What on earth happened during the time he was away?
The pain of information blockade, coupled with the untouchable reality, turned into a fire in his chest with nowhere to vent, freezing him in place.
He closed his eyes tremblingly and digested it alone.
It was not until the elevator door was about to close that he woke up from his dream. Seeing that Gong Huasui had already left, he reflexively reached out to stop the elevator.
"Ding--"
Gong Huasui paused, looked back at the empty elevator and the door that opened again for no reason, his eyes trembling.
"What are you still standing here for? Come in."
The teacher came out of another elevator and saw Gong Huasui standing there in a daze. He immediately frowned and yelled.
Gong Huasui retracted his gaze and said, "I'm sorry."
"Instead of saying sorry, you might as well move and practice your dance."
Liu Lin frowned.
"You were suddenly added here, so you should have worked harder to catch up. Why are you asking for leave every few days? Are you here to be a trainee, or a master?"
Gong Huasui tightened his lips, quickly said sorry, and ran quickly to the practice room.
The young man fled in panic, and Liu Lin couldn't help but feel strange.
When did Gong Huasui become so good-tempered? He didn't even respond to him in a sarcastic tone. Instead, he said sorry to him so obediently. The sun rose from the west.
While thinking, he pushed open the glass door and went in.
Some people have already started practicing in front of the mirror. The loud music and the sound of shoes rubbing against the floor fill this not-so-big room.
Liu Lin nodded with satisfaction.
The company has limited debut spots and competition among trainees is fierce, but most of them will take the initiative to form small groups to correct each other's mistakes and make progress together.
Only a small part of them are not sociable.
People of this type are either strong and arrogant, or they are solitary and don't like being in the crowds.
Obviously, Gong Huasui is the type who doesn't fit in with the group.
Liu Lin's gaze involuntarily fell on the only boy in school uniform.
He stayed in the corner as usual. The brown paper bag was opened, revealing a variety of snacks inside, each of which he could eat in one bite.
Liu Lin didn't have the habit of peeping at students eating snacks, but today the opening of the brown paper bag was particularly wide, revealing the calorie-filled cookies inside.
For artists, this is a big taboo.
Liu Lin's brows furrowed instantly, and his sharp roar even drowned out the dynamic music, causing everyone to stop and look towards the corner.
"Gong Huasui, did I ever tell you that being on camera makes you gain ten pounds? Snacks are so high in calories, how can you have the nerve to eat them?"
Gong Huasui's eyelashes trembled, and he lowered his head to explain, "I just finished class and didn't have time to eat dinner, so I could only fill a few bites with snacks."
"I'm standing here now. Do you want to go out and eat, or attend my class here?"
Liu Lin spoke in a bad tone, and the other trainees glared at him with gloating eyes, silently forcing him to put down what he was holding.
They wished Gong Huasui would starve to death and ruin his body so that no one would compete with them for the debut spot.
On the first day this person came to the company for an interview, everyone in the company ran over to see him.
Even the boss said that as long as he practiced and his dancing and vocal skills were decent, he would definitely find an opportunity for him to debut.
One of the debut spots that was in short supply on this machine was suddenly taken.
Gong Huasui naturally became a thorn in the eyes of all the trainees, who tried to trip him up in both open and covert ways.
Locking the toilet, adding dust to the water, deliberately pushing him in front of the stairs... They used various methods, but Gong Huasui seemed to have countless pairs of eyes, accurately dodging every one of them.
It was rare to see him get humiliated, and they felt indescribably happy. They hoped that he would contradict Liu Lin again and be scolded out.
But Gong Huasui was destined to disappoint them.
He was in a particularly good mood today. He said he didn't want to eat the snacks and just stuffed the brown leather bag back into his pocket.
“I’m going to take classes here.”
From the moment he exited the elevator, Gong Huasui had completely restrained his sharp edge. When he was bullied, he would only say sorry. Even when he was hungry and wanted to eat, he had to consider other people's feelings.
Chi Qinghe didn't like Gong Huasui being so humble, so he squatted in front of him and wanted to feed all the snacks into his mouth.
But no matter how many times he tried, he always failed.
Unable to communicate with anyone, he could do nothing but watch.
Liu Lin's expression improved a lot. "Then hurry back to the team. The whole class is waiting for you."
"Oh."
The life of a trainee can be described in four words: "boring as hell".
Chi Qinghe accompanied Gong Huasui into practice rooms one after another, vocal training, dance, expression management, stage presence training, performance...
The teachers' attitudes varied, but most were normal, with only a few being overly enthusiastic.
If you are not careful, a beast with the title of "teacher" will lean on Gong Huasui and rub against him in the name of teaching.
All of this made Chi Qinghe have no good impression of this media company.
"Yes, yes, that's right. You should exhale from here."
The woman's red nails moved slowly from the boy's abdominal muscles to his Adam's apple, circling suggestively.
"If you keep using this word, you'll become mute."
Gong Huasui avoided her with disgust, but still maintained the most basic courtesy.
"Thank you teacher, I understand."
“Knowing is one thing, and being able to use it is another.”
The woman moved closer, raised her eyelids, and threw a flirtatious glance at Gong Huasui, thinking she was very charming.
"Would you like to come to my house tonight and have a chat? I'll teach you..."
Gong Huasui took off his headphones and quickly stepped back, the coldness in his voice almost becoming tangible.
"There's a driver coming to pick me up, no need to bother."
After saying that, he quickly left the recording studio and walked towards the toilet at the end of the corridor.
At this time, the trainees finished their classes one after another and walked back. They saw Gong Huasui washing his face alone with the faucet on, and made sarcastic remarks with a hint of meaning.
"Why are you pretending to be so noble? I don't even know how many people you've slept with."