Chapter 12

The small bottle given by internal affairs to Huoren was filled with liquid calcium.

It was white and soft like sugar, one capsule at a time, twice a day.

Huoren was still looking at the brand label on the outer package when he was having dinner. He felt that the physical test gave him pills from heaven. The pills were also rich in vitamin ACDE. It was a good pill with very comprehensive nutrition.

He wasn’t sixteen years old yet. Even if he worked as a dishwasher in a restaurant, he may be kicked out at any time.

But in SPF, not only did he eat three meals a day, but also people stared at him because of his calcium and iron supplements, which made him feel a little flustered by being suddenly favored.

Long Jia put a mango on his yogurt box: “It’s fresh. Would you like to try it?”

Huoren nodded and touched the fruit to peel it.

“I’ll do it. You’ll give me half.” Bo Jue was next to Long Jia. He took a knife and cut the mango. He cut the pulp in half. As the pulp was visible, it won’t be full of juice while eating it.

Long Jia smiled: “You are offering flowers to Buddha.” 1

“He is my student.” Bo Jue counterattacked: “He has been playing the piano for two months, but he’s as good as you. If you have time to quarrel, you might as well reflect on it.”

Long Jia pushed another dish of pitahaya to Huoren: “What teacher Bo said is that I’ll give you a gift another day.”

Huoren whispered, “I can’t eat any more…”

“Your body fat rate is too low. Being too thin affects your grades.” Bo Jue played with his mobile phone and said. “Try to eat as much as possible. When you’re done, sleep more. You’re too short to debut.”

Huoren gradually became familiar with them. He would also smile when talking. He went to the piano room every day rain or shine.

His advantage was that he used all the capacity his brain had easily.

His brain works well. It can’t only image and store n at a glance, but also dynamically remember the changes of gestures and details. It also has an ability to arrange his own training scheme with the best strategy to avoid all detours, which is complete and efficient.

Although he doesn’t have a family anymore, thanks to the protection of nine-year compulsory education, he also completed the whole junior middle school.

While staying in the training base of SPF, his life was no different from that of reading.

In the past, in addition to the number of main classes, there were politics, history and geography.

Now the main class has been changed to singing and dancing, and the minor ones can be chosen.

He adapted quickly and even had the illusion that he was still doing well.

That illusion gave Huoren a subtle sense of security.

After 60 students were eliminated, the remaining 80 were trainees with good obedience and self-discipline.

The teacher arranged a group, saying that that month’s dance class would be linked with the performance class to make them practice dancing in groups.

A few days ago, they were still splitting the dance movements and practicing with each other. When the single person basically memorized it, they began to follow Teacher Wei to arrange the group dance.

Eighty people in ten groups. Eight people should rotate at least in six formations and have different fixed-point movements in the four minute dance.

The teaching assistants who used to play with their mobile phones leisurely now looked at them and went through the process again and again. The two hours of class time every day was completely insufficient.

Although Huoren had no experience, he unexpectedly adapted quickly.

He had listened to Xie Lianyun’s words. He worked one hour a day and danced with the men’s group for two hours. In fact, he was constantly strengthening his control over muscles and joints in a disguised form.

So when he danced with others, Huoren was a leader who moved smoothly and made no mistakes in the whole process. Wei Jie looked at him more: “Oh, you practice in private. You worked very hard.”

Huoren didn’t answer. He was still moving his body to the music. In fact, he was a little embarrassed.

“Yes, you can continue to practice more in the future and pay attention to protecting your waist and knees.” Wei Jie patted him on the shoulder, raised his hands and patted twice: “Change!”

Eight people scattered in different directions retreated into a long line at the same time. When the drum sounded, they, still quite confused, scattered into an “X” shape. While looking for their position, they couldn’t help but see where the others were.

“No.” Teacher Wei shook his head and pressed the play button to adjust the music to four sections: “Again.”

It was fun.

Everything that needs Huoren to use his brain will entertain him.

Now, when they dance, they are like eight people, each with one finger to hold a pair of chopsticks and pick up something.

If they didn’t practice enough, it will be a complete mess, with no coordination at all.

Huoren stepped on the spot and looked for the right position. He even recalled the demonstration in the video tape several times that he used to practice in his free time.

The oldest boys who were next to him looked amazed at him.

At the beginning of last month, that child couldn’t dance at all. Even grooving to the music seemed like winding up a wooden man. How could he have changed so much in just over a month?? Did a teacher help him training??

Huoren didn’t notice their eyes. He retreated and squatted, following the beat.

The top view of the dance room was completely formed in his mind, and his position change was like a silver line in the dark, stopping and sliding along the rhythm, and drawing a symbol similar to the Greek alphabet in four minutes.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself smiling.

Wei Jie also looked at him smiling and said, “You’re having fun. Dancing is awesome.”

Someone nearby began to wail: Wei-ge, teach me again!! I forgot where I stood for the fourth change of formation! “

“Wei-ge, it’s so hard!! We can’t form a team like this!!”

The performance class also talked about the dance, but they took them outside.

The SPF company had a long history and abundant financial resources, and was quite generous to the trainees.

Huoren had gone to many places with the performance teacher these days. Every time he got on the bus, he was quietly happy.

It was good to come out and play around. He could finally go out with everyone.

This time they were sent to a theater and he sat in the front row.

“This group, I- I used to catch up with their progress in the web forum,” a boy nearby couldn’t help pulling others and said, “did you watch the live broadcast of their last general election ten days ago? The girls were so cute!!”

“Dude, you also want to be an idol,” the trainee nearby said leisurely: “You can’t control yourself when you see a girl. Will you have a nosebleed on the spot when you dance with a goddess?”

The boy breathed in: “I need to keep steady, I can’t be exposed.”

Huoren was still curious about the decoration nearby.

Sitting in the first row, he can see the faint movement in the background, as well as the large bouquets of roses and publicity posters. The name and public performance number are written on the electronic screen. An agent wasn’t far away and was talking with the staff with a serious look.

At the moment when the lights went dark, countless fans behind them began to shout loudly, and the lightstick was shook very rhythmically.

Twenty little idols came out hand in hand, all smiling brightly.

“Hello everyone, we are – Rosa rugosa girl group!”

“Today we will bring you a performance. We love you!”

Huoren watched the girls dancing and singing on the stage in rosa rugosa long skirts, vaguely distracted.

He couldn’t imagine himself on the stage for a moment.

The idols were very dedicated and got along with the audience.

They smiled and interacted with the people under the stage, waved, sang, changed positions without confusion, and could find time to laugh and wink.

Each one was full of vitality, as if they were sending out energy and love to them.

Huoren stared at them and began to think about what he would be like in the camera in the future.

Before coming to SPF, he was an introverted and unspoken ordinary student who rarely listened to love songs. So he felt embarrassed when he sang those fiery lyrics that were almost a confession in the vocal class.

He needs to go further, enter the top 20 and join Corona. He is bound to conquer the people under the stage with his smile and songs, just like those charming and glorious idols on the stage.

… even if he thought about this kind of thing, he would have a strange feeling of time and space disorder.

After the performance, the teaching assistants led them to leave first from the staff room.

Everyone was in a good mood. They were still talking about which girl had thin and long legs, white as the moon.

The performance teacher waited on the bus and waited to confirm that everyone arrived. Then, he ordered the driver to take off, took the microphone and said: “Starting from next week, the performance class will be changed to the evenings. You will go to the bar to sing every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Do you hear me?”

“Ah-“

“Do you?!”

“Start from a small stage and don’t worry about safety.” Teacher Wen yawned and said, “the bars in the whole street are run by teacher Wei’s family. No guest dares to make trouble.”

“Is Teacher Wei’s family so rich?!”

“SPF teaching assistants have won the first prize of the national dance competition. Calm down…”

The bus stopped slowly in the underground garage, and the students walked back with laughter.

The general manager waited at the door and stopped Huoren when he got off the bus.

“You come to the office with me.”

Huoren was stunned and his heart tightened fiercely.

Did those loan sharks catch up?

They came to get me?

The boy followed the general manager to the educational administration office on the tenth floor. He was so quiet that he even held his breath.

As soon as the door of the office was opened, the strong men splashing paint on him did not appear. Instead, assistant Zhang was inside and waved at him, with a cake on the table.

“Happy birthday, kid, today is September 17.”

Huoren stayed at the door and rubbed his eyes.

What… What?

When the general manager saw assistant Zhang, his expression was very polite. He said hello and withdrew, leaving them alone.

“Boss Pei went on a business trip and asked me to blow a candle with you.” Assistant Zhang smilingly pointed to the table: “He chose the cake with strawberry cheese filling.”

“Congratulations, you’re turning sixteen.”

Footnotes

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