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The purchase ratio has not reached 60%. Those who can stay until the end have experienced rigorous training that no one can imagine. But like many fields, on the road of dance and vocal music, diligence can only raise the lower limit. What really determines the upper limit is the talent that cannot be changed by manpower.

An Xumo’s hard work is beyond doubt, but most of the evaluations he has received are due to his talent.

An Xu Mo is like a pearl. The clam shell has not faded at this time, but the discerning person has already seen the light on him.

The practice areas of Jindian are clustered together, and several dance studios are also on the same floor. An Xu Mo thanked the teacher, and after a brief shower, he left the dance studio while thinking about what to eat at night. There were other trainees who had finished the course in the corridor. An Xumo was walking alone, and the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly shook. He reached out and found it was his personal mobile phone.

An Xumo was taken aback by the name on the screen, and he couldn't help but stop. After rubbing his palms on his pants twice, An Xu Mo raised his hand and carefully opened the call.

"Hello...?"

Before the voice from the other side could be heard, An Xumo was suddenly hit by the power coming from behind. He staggered, so that he could hold the door on the side so that he didn't fall. An Xumo turned his head in surprise, but several people behind him pushed and pushed him directly into the next room.

"Um...!"

With a "touch", An Xumo slammed onto the wooden floor, and he was dull in pain|snorted, the phone in his hand also slipped out and landed half a meter away from him.

"Hey, why did our superstar fall? He walked so carelessly."

An apparently mocking voice sounded, An Xu Mo, who was sitting up with his arms supported, looked up: "...Lu Yingtu?"

There were seven people who followed in, and the last one closed the door of this idle dance studio backhand. An Xumo glanced around and found that these people were all trainees who were waiting for Han Ming in the hall that day, and their expressions had not restrained. Looking at this posture, it was clear that they were unkind.

Lu Yingtu "haha" smiled: "Unexpectedly, the big star still remembers my name, I'm really flattered."

An Xumo is a little unclear, so: "Something?"

Lu Yingtu sneered and sneered: "What kind of pretense, Bai Lianhua is quite similar. Tell me about you, what kind of dance do you still practice, can you just go to the acting?"

Someone behind him echoed: "That's it, it's okay to **** it once. The benefits of two consecutive times will be accounted for, and they always look innocent. You also use this trick in front of Han Ming?"

Standing next to him was the brown-haired boy before. He clapped his hands: "It's done, don't talk nonsense with him, just give it a beat and let it go."

The few people standing behind heard this and immediately pulled out a few arm-length clubs from under the cushion in the corner. They obviously had been planning for a long time, and the location and tools had been prepared. An Xumo wanted to stand up from the ground, but Lu Yingtu put his foot on his chest. The friction between his body and the wooden floor made a harsh sound, which made him even more frightened.

But this kind of movement can be said to be pleasing to the other seven people in the house. Each of them took a club and directly surrounded An Xu Mo in the middle.

Lu Yingtu had already taken the lead in raising the club. When the thick|long club was about to fall, there was a loud noise in the house.

"Who?!"

Several people who were startled hurriedly looked around, but no one else was in the dance room. They looked around nervously before someone shouted, "There!"

I saw that the phone that fell not far away was still lit, and the screen showed a bright conversation. When he was just thrown out, the PA button that was touched unintentionally allowed the sound of the room to be completely contained in the phone, and a low male voice was also amplified and passed.

"Who are you?"

The sound in the amplifying state is inevitably distorted. The nearest brown-haired boy bent over and picked up the phone, and he saw the word "Brother" displayed on the screen.

An Xumo’s situation is also well-known among the trainees. Before, the trainees had closed practice in the camp in the suburbs. Because of the remoteness, every time they finally came to the holiday, everyone else had their parents and friends. Come and pick it up. Only An Xu Mo himself, no one has ever picked him up.

He doesn't even go home, he just stays in the camp and spends the entire vacation alone.

In this case, no one would believe how much Anxemo's family cares about him. As for this brother who didn't know where he came from, there is no threat to them. How capable is a trainee's relatives, if this person is good, An Xu Mo shouldn't have been a trainee here.

Lu Yingtu laughed, slowed down and said to the phone in the hand of the brown-haired boy: "This big brother, we, are Xiao An's good friends. Isn't this just for exchanging feelings? You don't have to Worry about it, ah."

Several other people laughed and echoed intentionally: "That's it."

"Communicate your feelings~"

Their laughter didn't stop. An Xu Mo, who had been unresponsive, suddenly jumped from his kneeling position. He charged up and punched Lu Yingtu in the face. on!

"Ah!!!"

Lu Yingtu was caught off guard, and couldn't help but let out a cry of pain. He was so angry that he clutched his swollen face, and shouted with gnashing teeth: "You he|Mom still dare to beat me?! I can't kill him. You! Come on, beat him up!"

The startled people reacted to Lu Yingtu's yelling, and quickly raised their clubs again. An Xu Mo was originally thin, did not eat enough after a day of tiredness, and was not strong enough to fight. The punch he just made was only successful when he was unprepared. At this time, surrounded by six or seven people his age, he had no power to fight back.

The ball stick with the cracking sound hit the thin back hard, An Xu Mo snorted in pain, and was about to gritted his teeth to swallow the pain, but heard a loud noise not far away .

This time it was not the sound from the mobile phone loudspeaker. The door of the dance studio was pushed open. The person standing at the door saw the situation in the room clearly and shouted sharply: "What are you doing!"

The seven people with clubs in their hands panicked when they saw the person who came: "Chen, Sister Chen..."

Standing at the door was Chen Li, the agent who was in charge of their 11 trainees. Unlike Tang Tang, Chen Li's temperament is notoriously hot, and she brought people who have not yet debuted, and her trainees were very afraid of her. Even Lu Yingtu, who are used to sweet flattery, dare not speak loudly in front of Chen Li.

Chen Li, in a capable professional dress, stepped on high heels and walked into the dance studio. The sound of "Da" and "Da" footsteps made the faces of several people whiter and whiter. What made them even more frightened was that Chen Li was behind There is another person, he also walked in, the tall figure is very familiar--

It turned out to be Han Ming, whom they were talking about just now!

"Don't give me the stick!" Chen Li yelled in hate. After the seven people retreated into a row tremblingly, they let go of the right hand covering the phone, and said in a very quick and gentle tone: " Hey, Director Xin, I have come here, hey, yes, yes, you can rest assured, I will take this matter seriously."