Quick Wear: The host is a jerk again and runs away

Chapter 398: The Boys Group Keen on Getting to the Top 14

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Xi Yan knew that she would definitely not be able to get up at eight o'clock, so he went back and said that Cheng Xueyi had something to do today and would not be back until the afternoon, so the practice time was changed to four o'clock in the afternoon.

When she slowly woke up, Xi Yan had rolled up the cuffs of his black shirt, revealing his cyan veins with full tension. His angular profile was hidden in the shadows, and he was sitting on the sofa beside the bed, reading a book on finance, with his long legs crossed.

There was a cup of latte on the table, still steaming.

Seeing that she woke up, Xi Yan put down the book and brought the latte over.

"I thought you should wake up, so I ordered you a latte."

Xue Yi sat up and angrily threw the pillow on the bed at him.

Xi Yan didn't try to avoid it. He moved the hand holding the coffee away and let the pillow hit him without even frowning.

He placed the coffee on the bedside table and gently pinched her cheeks that were puffed up due to anger. His voice was calm and cold, revealing the texture and charm of a mature man: "We will gather for training at four o'clock. It's time to get up."

"Oh." She got out of bed and put on her clothes without even raising her eyelids.

When going out, in order to avoid suspicion, Xue Yi asked Xi Yan to go out first for half an hour, and then she went out on time and arrived at the practice room.

When we arrived, everyone was already there.

Lu Zheng sat on a chair in the corner, his expression calm, leaning lazily against the back of the chair, flicking off a piece of scarlet ash, and gray embers fell down, while white smoke coiled up along his slender fingers.

Xue Yi was worried about having no place to vent her anger, so she walked forward, snatched the cigarette from Lu Zheng's fingers, and sneered: "Smoking in the practice room will be fined 10,000 yuan."

The man was so angry that he laughed, "Where is it written here that you can't smoke?"

She extinguished the cigarette butt on the man's expensive casual jacket, burning a big hole: "It wasn't there before, but now it is."

Lu Zheng sneered, took out his phone, and transferred one million to her account without blinking, "I can still smoke 99 cigarettes, ten thousand for each, is that enough for the fine, Mr. Cheng?"

The man spoke the last two words in a heavy tone, and it was not difficult to hear the sarcasm in them.

Before Xue Yi could say anything, Li Jingchuan stood up and threw the ashtray at her. Lu Zheng dodged quickly. Li Jingchuan stood in front of Xue Yi, frowning, full of impatience, "Stay still if you can, get out if you can't."

Seeing that the two were about to start a quarrel, a tense battle was about to begin.

Xue Yi pinched her brows with a headache, "Okay."

"Lu Zheng, smoking is not allowed in the practice room. This is a hard rule in every entertainment company. This is the first time. Don't do it again."

"Li Jingchuan, go back to your seat."

Everyone returned to their seats. Xueyi made a phone call and the teacher who was responsible for explaining vocal music today arrived.

She arranged for someone to go in and inform them of the practice goals for the next week: "Within one week, Xia An and Fang Heng must reach the eighth level of vocal music, Xi Yan and Li Jingchuan must reach the tenth level of vocal music, and Lu Zheng must practice arranging music and try to master basic arranging skills within one week."

The requirements she set were not too difficult for each of them and could be achieved with a little effort.

Xue Yi didn't really mean to help them debut. They also had their own trajectories. There were only three months left, so they couldn't play around for long. They would not abandon their goals of many years and easily follow the trajectory she had arranged.

Three months, like a dream.

Mirror images and water moons are fleeting.