Entertainment life from early spring

In a corner of the shooting scene, Lin Yoon-ah was standing against the wall with her legs crossed in front and back, her head lowered and staring at her toes. Her eyes glanced up from time to time, peeking at Cao Songshu who was sitting on a round stool in front of her.

PD Cheng left with Jin Minhao and Gu Shanxi, and Cao Songshu's cell phone rang. Then under Cao Songshu's order, they stood in two rows from oldest to youngest, five in front and four in the back, and began to relive the time.

The days when I was being scolded as a trainee.

At this moment, Cao Songshu, who was the monitor, was staring down at the phone, her lips moving continuously, as if she was silently reciting something.

"How long are we going to stand?"

Cui Xiuying's murmur came from the right side. Although the syllables were not clear enough, people around her could still barely understand the meaning.

"Come back to Minho Oppa and the others." Lin Yoon-ah pursed her lips tightly and her breath sank. She exerted strength in her abdomen like when singing, and her throat came out with vague syllables similar to Choi Soo-young's. "We are still filming, it won't be long."

"Unnies, please keep your voice down." Compared to the two of them, Xu Zhuxian's voice on the left was much clearer, and the syllables were clearer, "Be careful with Songsook Unnie."

"I can't hear you, don't worry." Lee Soon-gyu in the front row folded his hands in front of him, maintaining a submissive posture with lowered eyebrows, moving his head slowly like a sloth, and slowly changing his face, "Song-sook Unnie, I didn't bring it with me

More than a trainee."

As soon as Li Soonkyu said these words, a sound of relief came from both sides.

This technology was developed to deal with boring punishments such as standing and kneeling. Even if the lips are not opened and closed, brief meanings can be vaguely expressed through the throat. As for the clarity of the voice, it depends on the control and control of the breath.

length.

Because it is highly concealable and difficult to detect in noisy environments, it was once widely circulated among trainees.

A-level trainees, on the other hand, are trained more strictly and are punished more accordingly, so they all know a little bit of this skill. They can also do it more covertly, and in the noisy environment, it is difficult to detect without experience.

Therefore, Cao Songshu, who has never coached a trainee, will not care about the details in this aspect.

After the sound paused for a few seconds, Choi Soo-young in the back row suddenly tilted her head and stared at the back of Lee Soon-kyu's head diagonally in front of her.

"Hmm? Sunny, do you know how?" Cui Xiuying's voice was full of confusion. The syllables were blurred and you could hear the question mark in the tone.

Li Shunkyu shook his head from side to side. Although he couldn't see his face, he could still imagine her proud look, "Of course, it's easy to learn. You can do it just by listening."

"Hing, you listen to her bragging, she asked for this."

Jessica stopped quietly moving her ankles, stood firm and glanced at Cao Songshu who was still reciting silently. Then she leaned back slightly, opened and closed her lips and whispered: "Another time I went back to practice and saw her pestering her.

One A-level trainee refused to let go. Later, I asked specifically and found out that she was asking for the characteristics and names of the A-level trainees to be told to her. I heard that she wrote..."

Seeing that she was about to be exposed, Lee Soon Kyu's cheeks were lifted up by her tongue like licking a lollipop. Then she didn't care about any skills and quietly growled without thinking: "Ah?! Jung Soo Yeon! Did you do something dirty!"

You usually read books with fashion magazine covers and literature covers, and you fall asleep before you’re even halfway through reading them. I’ve never seen this happen before.”

"Yixi! How can I have any?! Those are all literature books!" Jessica gave up covering up and stared at Lee Soon Kyu with eyes burning, "And even if I'm reading a magazine, it's better than you not reading any books at all, right?

!”

"Unnie...I still have my eye on it..." Xu Zhuxian suddenly spoke up and defended himself weakly.

"Textbooks don't count! Self-development doesn't count either!"

"I have also read books other than these two..."

Jessica turned to look at Xu Zhuxian who was constantly trying to undermine her, and said angrily: "Ah?! Which way are you facing?"

"What the hell... aren't they all our own people?"

"It's really...I held you in class for nothing, look at you now..."

As usual, the conversation between the several people turned into a chaotic chat, each talking about his own thing and no one could get away from it, and strange mutterings could be heard all the time.

The staff of the program team were also busy organizing, and no one had the energy to pay attention to the situation here. Likewise, no one noticed the increasingly weird expression on Lin Yuliang's face standing in an inconspicuous corner.

"PD Lin? PD Lin?"

"Ah, I'm sorry." Lin Yuliang looked to his side apologetically, "Sorry, I was a little distracted."

"It doesn't matter, I've been busy for a long time. Everyone will be tired, and it's inevitable to lose focus." The middle-aged man waved his hand and scratched a few silver-haired sideburns, "Then I will delete this paragraph as you said.

.”

"Hey, Consamida, you have worked hard too. I will submit the signed documents to PD Cheng later." Lin Yuliang bowed and responded.

"That's fine. Meng Jie can trust you, so I'm an old man and I won't say anything else."

The sound team leader standing next to Lin Yuliang, while talking, took off the equipment on his body - took off the heavy monitoring headphones on his head and hung them around his neck, untied the heavy group around his waist like a boxing champion's gold belt,

Then he slowly twisted his waist from side to side and let out a sigh of relief.

"Ah...my waist." The middle-aged man pressed his waist, a trace of pain flashed across his face, "I really won't be able to do this job for another two years. I don't know when I can be transferred to the back, field service."

I can’t run anymore.”

Lin Yuliang took off the other earphone he was wearing, pulled an empty stool aside and put it behind the middle-aged man, "Just tell PD Cheng, and she will definitely find a way to transfer it for you, and the department will make arrangements for you."

"Then we have to wait until she brings this batch out." The middle-aged man held up the back of his chair and waved his hands, "This place is about to become a talent transfer station. Once Mengjie has brought a batch, the station will transfer a batch.

Every time they say that the next batch will be given to them, but in the end, all the ones that are cultivated are given to others.”

The range of twisting at his waist gradually expanded, and the expression on his face relaxed a little. He waved his hand to Lin Yuliang, who was coming to help him, and walked slowly towards the stairs, "It's okay, it's okay, I haven't reached the point where I need help yet.

I’ll just go down and move around. Can you use the equipment? If you want to adjust it yourself, remember to restore it to its original state for me.”

"Hey, Consamida. Slow down then." Lin Yuliang held his arm and carried him to the stairs. Watching him gradually walk down the stairs, he put on his headphones again and looked at the girls with a subtle expression.

…

The decibels of the girls' noise gradually increased, and the tone gradually lost control. Finally, it reached the point where the ambient sound could not cover it up. Cao Songshu, who was immersed in studying, could still hear the girls' chirping voices even if she didn't understand them anymore.

"What are you talking about? Why don't you just stand still for me?"

The girls immediately fell silent, straightened their waists and backs, and looked straight ahead, as if they were ready to accept the punishment.

"Is it useful just to stand? Think about what you said?" Cao Songshu put the phone on her knees, frowned and glanced at each of the girls, and reprimanded in a loud voice, "Look what you look like again.

!Can such professionalism be called an idol? Your first day of debut? Because your program team has to work overtime!...Uh...um..."

When her emotions reached their peak, Cao Songshu suddenly stopped with her eyes flustered. She kept looking at her knees, holding the phone tightly in her hand, raising and lowering it, and humming incessantly.