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The purchase ratio has not reached 60%. The hot mobile phone is astonishingly hot when held in the palm of the hand, and the smooth and clean screen is stained with sweat from the side of the cheek. An Xumo hastily cleaned the screen with a tissue, got up and walked into the bathroom to wash his face.
Clear water drops slowly flow down the delicate contours, and the white|fair complexion appears more transparent after being dipped in water. An Xumo doesn’t have the habit of putting on make-up during practice. His own conditions are excellent, and the whole person has a sense of clarity unique to a teenager. Although the temperament is different from Zhou Jinchen, there is no doubt that the two of them Unconsciously, they exude extreme attraction to others.
It's just that when An Xu Mo raised his head to look at himself in the mirror, it was difficult to produce a little confidence and peace of mind.
Thinking that he would change back to his dance clothes in the afternoon, he only wore a pure white pullover T-shirt and black shorts. This dress looked shabby even when he was wearing it in the original high school, let alone seeing his brother.
An Xumo edited the information to ask Tang Tang for leave, while biting his tongue thinking about the time when the two had not seen each other. He likes to bite the tip of his tongue when he is anxious. This was originally a method he used to stop hunger. In fact, An Xumo doesn’t need to think about it. He counts that cumulative date every day—the last time he and Zhou Jinshen met was a year ago. Three hundred and seventy days have passed. This date can finally be zero. Let's start from the beginning.
Tang Tang called the phone directly, An Xu Mo's tongue was a little numb, he tried to make up for it: "I'm really sorry, there is a very important thing at home, I will make up the practice when I come back."
Fortunately, he joined the agent today, and the course has not yet been finalized. Tang Tang let go after a few exhortations. An Xumo didn't dare to delay any more, pulled the hem of his T-shirt and hurriedly left the company.
The black Bentley parked in front of the bank. An Xumo took a look and realized that it was the family car. He hurried over, and the middle-aged man combing his back opened the door of the car. An Xumo thanked him in a low voice and tried to calm his rapid breathing before he bent down and sat in the back row.
The driver and the housekeeper are in the front row, and the man sitting in the back is naturally the man who counts to three hundred and seventy. The interior is spacious and elegant, with noise barriers between the front and rear rows. An Xu Mo was afraid that his voice would be rude, so he could only do his best to suppress the rapid breathing.
But the opponent's first sentence easily broke his disguised calm.
"Why not go to school?"
An Xumo hadn't decided whether to talk about signing with Jindian, but he was caught off guard by a word. Zhou Jinshen turned the tablet in his hand, and the cold screen light pierced An Xumo's eyes.
That was his contract with Jindian.
It is obvious that Zhou Jinshen found more than this contract. With a stroke of his long finger, An Xumo saw several thumbnails of his own information. His performance videos, sound range analysis, and course tables are all on it.
The appearance did provide a lot of help to Zhou Jinshen's career, but he can get great resources as soon as he debuts, but it is because of the investment that Zhou's family made in Jindian Group.
In just a few minutes, Zhou Jinshen got all the information about An Xu Mo.
The screen finally freezes, and what is magnified is a solemn and joyous admission notice. The school badges of top colleges and universities hang brightly at the top, and the name of An Xu Mo is at the beginning of the next line.
The man's voice is still low-alcohol and moving, although there are only two words: "Explanation."
An Xumo pinched his trousers, with a little ambiguity in his voice: "I want to...be a star."
Zhou Jinshen’s voice couldn’t hear the emotion: "Why didn’t you tell the family?"
An Xumo whispered: "You don't need to disturb them..."
Before he finished speaking, the tablet was thrown between the two with a "pop".
An Xumo looked down, and it showed all his expenses this month. Training, food and lodging, clothing... and physical drinks.
A total of zero and zero, except for the mandatory ones, the rest are all the worst grades among the choices provided, and the total is less than three thousand.
Three thousand for ordinary students may be able to spend one or two months of living expenses, but for Zhou's family, they spend more money for cleaning a day.
An Xumo couldn't continue to be stubborn, and the facts were clearly presented in front of them.
He was kicked out by the Zhou family.
The Zhou family has been in business for three generations. By the time Mr. Zhou came, it was even more prosperous. He had four sons in total. An Xumo was originally raised by the youngest Zhou Yunshan. Later Zhou Yunshan died of illness. At just three years old, he was fostered in the second-ranked Zhou Yunlin's house, which is Zhou Jinshen's house.
The Zhou family has never concealed its rejection of An Xu Mo.
Zhou Yunshan has been very smart and beloved since he was a child, and his business talent is also particularly gratifying. He was good everywhere, but in the end he fell in love. When Zhou Yunshan took An Xu Mo back, the Zhou family almost didn't explode the pot-no one thought that the prestigious Zhou family consortium, and the smooth young master Zhou Xiao, would actually be determined to help his fiancee raise others. son.
An Xumo is not even Zhou Yunshan's species, and his existence is a complete shame for the Zhou family. However, Zhou Yunshan was unwilling to dissolve the marriage contract with his lover until he was entangled| in a sick bed, and he did not forget to give An Xu Motogu to his second brother who only had one child.
After Zhou Yunshan died, the Zhou family changed An Xumo back to his mother's surname. They have adopted a foreign surname for nearly eighteen years, and their due responsibilities have been exhausted. The day after An Xumo received the university notice, all contact was completely severed. Zhou Jinshen was busy filming and rushing to make announcements, and he might not be able to go home once a year. No one told him, he naturally didn't know about it.
When he left Zhou's house, An Xumo only had the cell phone that Zhou Jinshen gave him on his previous birthday, and the inheritance left to him by Zhou Yunshan before his death. He is not an adult, and Zhou Yunshan's property can only take out two thousand per month. The Zhou family paid him the university tuition, but An Xumo no longer wanted to continue studying.
No matter how good he is in the exam and no matter how well-behaved, no one will change his attitude towards him. For the Zhou family, An Xumo was a shame from birth.
The problem didn't stop because of this. The Zhou family didn't care about An Xumo's unauthorized signing, but Zhou Jinshen, who also worked in the circle, could not stay out of the matter. The man's voice did not rush, fell in Anximo's ears at close range, and was as oppressive as his appearance.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Zhou Jinshen’s aura was amazing. The subject was still afraid of his An Xu Mo. Under such questioning, An Xu Mo was already confused and his face became paler: "I'm afraid, I will cause trouble to my brother. ..."
Zhou Jin calmly intercepted him: "Since you don't want to cause trouble, don't call my brother in front of outsiders."
The blood on An Xumo's face faded in a flash.
He actually fully understands this truth, Zhou Jinshen has his own consideration. The entertainment industry is a mixed bag, and the media can’t wait to dig the ground. Zhou Jinshen has never liked exposing privacy, so naturally he would not make their relationship public. So An Xu Mo has signed a contract for so long and has never mentioned Zhou Jinshen to anyone, and even Tang Tang doesn't know about it.
What really made An Xumo overwhelmed was the facts before him—the Zhou family had completely severed his relationship with him, and even handed over his guardian status. So now, An Xu Mo is no longer qualified to call that title.
Zhou Jinchen glanced at the thin boy in front of him, his gaze stayed for a moment on the blue blood vessels on the back of the person's pale hand, and he quickly retracted it. He pressed the intercom button and said a position to the driver, and then the direction was reversed. The shock absorption performance of expensive cars was excellent, and the steering was so smooth that no bumps were felt.
When Zhou Jinshen released the keys, he heard the always brisk voice saying in a slightly hoarse voice: "I understand. I will work hard and will never disturb the seniors."
Zhou Jin raised his eyebrows when he heard the sound, his handsome face was a little unpredictable. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't help but pause when he saw An Xu Mo's face.
An Xu Mozheng stared at the darkened tablet until a slender hand offered a wet wipe. He raised his head in a hurry and listened to the man who raised his hand: "The corner of his mouth."
An Xumo subconsciously wiped the back of his hand, and a large blood stain appeared on the back of his white hand.
He realized that he had bitten the tip of his tongue. After hurriedly thanking him, An Xu Mo quickly took the wet wipe from the opponent's hand and carefully wiped off the bleeding blood.
The cabin calmed down for a while. When An Xumo remembered a very important question and wanted to ask, he heard the other party's usual low and intoxicating voice: "Out of the camera, whatever you want to call is up to you."
An Xumo looked up ignorantly, Zhou Jinshen's side face was outlined by the light perfectly, and at such a close distance, it was enough to smooth out his hunger.
"Senior, forget it." Zhou Jin said calmly, "You haven't debuted yet."
An Xu Mo originally wanted to ask why he wanted to attend the birthday banquet, but Zhou Jinshen was overwhelmed by a sentence. He sat there blankly, feeling that he seemed to have tinnitus, or maybe he was wrong.
Bentley was driving smoothly to a halt. Zhou Jinshen pulled the car door and walked down one side first. An Xumo's car door was also opened by the butler, and he got out of the car in a daze, and looked forward.
What stood in front of him was not the main entrance of the main house, which was as cold as a bowl of blood, but a gorgeous and exquisite tall commercial building. Several well-known luxury brands stand on the outside of the wall with large-scale signs, and bright windows display small and expensive new products.
Zhou Jinchen, wearing sunglasses, brushed past and gestured to An Xumo, who was wearing a cheap outfit.
"Keep up."
Dancing and vocal music require long hours of hard practice, and many days and nights of sweat accumulate behind the easy display. For artists, hard work is also an essential skill. Since Jindian began to expand the market for the younger generation, thousands of people have come to Jindian to sign up for trainees every week. The appearance conditions are only the first step in the selection process. The truly cruel and decisive elimination is done silently in daily training.
The trainees of this classic usually need to go through six courses, but every time after the first course is over, less than 10% of the people who are willing to persist are left.
Those who can stay for the end have undergone 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.