I was persecuted and turned into a teenage idol

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Distracted by their thoughts, the five members of Sweet House No. 3 quickly arrived at the spacious rehearsal room and found their own area.

"The next match is between groups, which means you need to cooperate with each other and become a team!"

The dance teacher, dressed in trendy clothes, pulled her hat down low.

"Yesterday I taught you each part separately. Today we will start to connect these movements to form a whole."

She walked slowly to the speaker and pressed the button.

[Chasing dreams in the entertainment industry, we are all innocent...]

"You put it in the wrong place."

He hurriedly pressed another button, and the music turned into a dynamic electronic music track.

The dance teacher waved her arm and shouted, "What are you all standing there for? You five, get this party started!"

……

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!

The spacious rehearsal room was divided into several areas, each with different groups conducting training sessions.

Everyone was separated by walls, so they couldn't see each other or hear anything about the "enemy."

At this very moment, the five members of Sweet House No. 3 are sweating profusely, following the drumbeats that seem to pound in their hearts, and constantly moving in sync with the teacher in front of them.

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

His movements were noticeably slower than others, making him appear somewhat comical.

Su Jian followed the others' movements, her forehead covered in sweat, feeling breathless and as if she might collapse at any moment.

"stop!"

The fifteenth rehearsal ended with the dance teacher raising her hand.

Undoubtedly, the moment it ended, everyone's helpless gaze fell upon him.

Even Lu Feichen and Bai Xiaoxiao, who were closest to him, were quite impatient.

He Ziling's face was even more gloomy, looking at herself with disgust and disdain.

"I'm...I'm sorry..."

Being the only one in a group who drags everyone down is a very unpleasant feeling.

Last night's three hours of "torture" left my legs incredibly sore today. In addition, since I have no dance background whatsoever, it's practically a pipe dream to keep up with everyone's pace.

But it won't work... it just won't work.

Su Jian wouldn't explain, and dared not explain.

If he were to explain himself, Ye Xing would probably drag him to the bottom of the sea!

"Everyone did quite well today, especially Qingzi and Ziling," the dance teacher sighed. "However, there's one exception... Su Jian, you should know who I'm talking about, right?"

"..." All eyes in the room instantly fell on him.

Su Jian took a deep breath; the quiet atmosphere made her feel a little suffocated.

"Teacher, I... I will stay and continue training until I catch up with everyone!"

"Okay, I like hearing that." The dance teacher finally nodded in satisfaction. "get out of class is over, everyone can go and rest now."

Everyone scattered, except for Lu Feichen, who hesitated for a moment before patting his own shoulder.

"Keep up the good work, you can do it!"

"Um……"

Silently watching the other five leave, only he and a huge floor-length mirror facing him remained in the rehearsal room.

Wiping the sweat from her brow with the towel hanging around her neck, Su Jian quietly walked to the speaker, pressed the button, and began practicing the movements she had just learned.

……

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The lights in the rehearsal room were turned off one by one.

The workers guarding the water and electricity were checking the condition of each place when they suddenly frowned in confusion.

"Huh? What's that sound?"

She followed the heavy drumbeats slowly forward, puzzled, and looked up.

In the rehearsal room filled with lights, there were several empty mineral water bottles on the floor.

Accompanied by rousing music, Su Jian, covered in sweat, kept correcting her movements, smoothly watching herself in the mirror as she performed a complete dance.

Chapter 25, Section 25: The Lost Photograph

"Great!"

The clumsy dance steps finally paid off after a full day of training, becoming noticeably smoother and more fluid.

Seeing her progress, Su Jian couldn't help but smile, but she couldn't hold on any longer and sat down, panting heavily.

"No water...?"

The bottled water was long gone. She stuck out her tongue and sighed, then suddenly noticed the figure at the door.

"Contestant Su Jian, aren't you resting yet at this hour?" A staff member looked at him curiously.

Just as Su Jian was about to speak, a sharp-eyed photographer behind her seemed to have noticed the commotion and hurriedly ran over.

"I..." Su Jian glanced at the photographer and quickly answered the staff's question, "I'm not very good at dancing... I was the only one who didn't dance well today, so I just had to keep practicing."

"From morning until now?!"

The photographer pointed at himself and raised a question.

"No, not really. I went to a vocal lesson at noon, had two meals... and took a few breaks in between."

"Wow!" The staff and photographers couldn't help but exclaim, "Su Jian is working really hard!"

"It's...it's alright..."

For some reason, being praised always feels like being publicly executed.

Su Jian scratched her head awkwardly, then suddenly saw someone walk by the door, pause, and glance at her.

"Huh?"

It is He Ziling.

He was wearing a crop top, had a towel around his neck, and was sweating profusely, just like me, with a flushed face.

Wait a minute! Has she also reached this stage of training?

But she's so amazing, she actually...

"..." He glanced at himself silently, a look of surprise in his eyes.

But He Ziling quickly turned and left without changing her expression.

"It's He Ziling! So she's reached this stage in her training too!"

Upon hearing footsteps and recognizing He Ziling, the photographer was immediately drawn to the more popular contestant and hurriedly followed her for an interview.

"Lights are about to go out, you should go home now."

After leaving behind his last words, the staff went to the next location for inspection, and the room fell silent again.

"Phew... I should go take a shower."

Nodding, Su Jian stood up.

But in an instant, something flashed through my mind.

"That's right!"

……

"I almost forgot."

Returning to the desolate park once again, Su Jian hurriedly looked around, trying to find the photos she had discarded.

But it was already late at night, the night was pitch black, and the park was very large.

Su Jian, who had been practicing dance all day, walked back and forth in a disheveled state. After thirty minutes, she finally couldn't hold on any longer and sat down.

"Damn it...where did I lose it?"

"Could it have been abandoned? And it's quite windy here... maybe it was blown away?"

but……

But that was the only photo of me and Awei that I had left!

It was like a firm belief that supported me, and yet I had lost it.

"Damn it! I'm such an idiot!"

He clutched his head and roared for a moment, but knew it was no use.

Su Jian sighed and stood up, preparing to return to her dormitory.

She stood up and turned towards the park entrance.

Under the moonlight, Ye Xing silently pulled the chain of the chainsaw in his hand: "So you still dare to come?"

Buzz buzz buzz—! The chainsaw started to turn.

"Wait! It's a misunderstanding! This time it really is... Ah!!!! Help!"