This Damned Thirst for Survival

Jiang Luo ignored these words and looked at the bed under Fu Wei.

This room is a bunk bed and accommodates four people. The bed under Fu Wei was empty, and the name of one of the three trainees who died was pasted on the wooden frame.

The assistant led Jiang down, but the bed was tightly shielded by a pair of long legs. If you wanted to get in, you had to bend down and get in under Fu Wei's feet.

Jiang Luo looked up at Fu Wei, "You are blocking my bed."

This angle is a bit not very good. From bottom to top, it ran across Fu Wei's triangle to Fu Wei's chest, undulating with a mountain nest. The man acted arbitrarily. He lowered his head and looked at Jiang Luo. Smoke drifted from his lips to the top of Jiang Luo's head. After seeing enough, he slowly put his legs away and stepped on the iron railing beside the bed.

Jiang Luo threw the bag on the bed and looked around the room.

There is also a camera in the room, but it is covered by a piece of clothing. The assistant babbled about Fu Wei and wanted to lose his hair. "Fu Wei, can you pay attention to the influence? If there is a scene, you dare to smoke and drink. In case it is edited again, more people are calling you to quit. What about the match?"

Fu Wei was slightly impatient, shaking the soot: "Then turn off the lens."

The assistant stopped talking, and after a while, he said a few words in a low voice, Jiang Luo could see from his attitude Fu Wei's position in "The Next Stop, Idol".

Fu Wei is really going to retire, and "The Next Stop, Idol" is expected to crash immediately.

There are people in the dormitory, and the assistant is not good to say something to Jiang Luo, "Then you can live here, and come to me if you have anything to do."

Jiang Luo: "Okay."

The assistant was gone, Jiang Luo made up the bed. Standing by the bed looking at the name tag posted on the wooden shelf.

The original owner of this bed was called "Chen Lizhi".

Jiang Luo remembers that Chen Lizhi's ranking in "Next Stop, Idol" was quite high. He has a good memory, and now he can remember the voting list when the first episode was broadcast.

In the first issue of "The Next Stop, Idol", Chen Liaozhi looks good, but he made mistakes on the performance stage, but he is humorous, and the jokes are open, the effect is funny and brilliant, and the audience remembers it. He, Chen Lizhi's number of votes happened to be stuck in his debut position.

A total of eight people will debut on this show.

Speaking of it, the two trainees who died were also ranked very high, and they were hovering around their debut positions.

Fu Wei got off the bed, walked to the desk and sat down. The small dormitory suddenly became more crowded. Fu Wei was tall and aggressive. In this short moment, Jiang Luo could see his bad contact.

Jiang Luo didn't really come to participate in the draft. He didn't want to have any in-depth communication with top1, but the other party and Chen Liazhi are roommates and should have some understanding of Chen Lizhi.

"Hello," Jiang Luo saw that Fu Wei looked at him, and pointed his finger at the bed. "The person who lived in this bed before is called Chen Lizhi, right, are you familiar with him?"

Fu Wei: "What do you want to ask."

"I'm just curious about the reason why he retired," Jiang Luo said, "You are roommates. Is there anything wrong with him before he retires?"

"You asked the wrong person," Fu Wei turned his head back lazily, looking at the score in his hand uninterestedly, "I don't care why he retired, or why I pay attention to him."

Jiang Luo looked at his expression, and Fu Wei didn't lie.

The voices of Lu Yi and Ye Xun came from outside the door, "Jiang Luo."

Jiang fell out of the door.

Ye Xun and the two also asked their roommates about the three trainees who died, and they knew something. The three trainees who died have one thing in common. They are not strong, but they are very popular with the audience.

"The thing about audience fate is very mysterious, and there is no strength but there is audience fate. It sounds very easy to make people feel uncomfortable and jealous." Jiang Luo thoughtfully.

The matter of being red or not is a metaphysics. There are countless celebrities who go to the Heavenly Master's Mansion for the sake of being red. This mission is likely to be related to this matter.

Who will suffer the most if the show is not broadcast? According to common sense, these are the trainees who have not yet made their debut.

If the murderer behind the scenes is really human, it makes sense. But the weird events that happened on the show are not like what humans can make.

Jiang Luo's mouth was dry. He walked to the vending machine to the side and bought a bottle of mineral water. "Go to the studio tonight and have a look?"

Ye Xun and Lu Yi naturally have no opinion.

After dinner, Jiang Luo returned to the dormitory. At this moment, most of the trainees have returned. The news of Jiang Luo's three people spread quickly. When he walked through the corridor, he felt more curious or unfriendly gazes.

Not many people can put a harmonious face on a powerful competitor who is airborne.

Jiang Luo suddenly felt that being jealous was also a way.

According to the same point of the dead trainee, the murderer behind the scenes obviously doesn't like vases that don't deserve the name. And Jiang Luo, the three of them, can draw symbols, catch ghosts, watch Feng Shui, but sing and dance? Does radio gymnastics count?

They are here, also referred to as "waste vases", which is an unfamiliar existence.

Jiang Luo walked to the door of the dormitory and heard the voices of several people in the dormitory. He opened the door, and there were two people sitting beside the desk, both of whom were raw faces.

These two males are cute, fresh in style, and walk completely different from Fu Wei. They looked at Jiang Luo's eyes flashing stunningly, and the brown-haired boy praised: "Wow, you look good."

"By the way, your name..." He subconsciously looked at Jiang Luo's bed, but after seeing the "Chen Lizhi" name tag posted by the bed, he smiled awkwardly, "Excuse me, what's your name?"

Jiang Luo looked at them without a trace, "My name is Jiang Huan."

"Which river, which sorrow?"

Jiang Luo touched a signature pen from the table, and wrote the word "Jiang Huan" under "Chen Lezhi" on the name tag beside the bed.

The handwriting was dancing with dragons and phoenixes, Jiang Luo capped his pen, clicked the words "Chen Lizhi", and said casually: "By the way, do you know why he retired?"

He smiled, "I was surprised when I received the replacement notice."

The two boys looked at each other, "We were also quite surprised."

"Chen Lizhi gets along with us pretty well, except," a boy cast a vague look in the bathroom, "...he also said he was going to lose weight while recording, and we didn't expect him to retire. ."

Jiang Luo didn't miss the look in his eyes, he followed and glanced into the bathroom, a tall shadow swaying by the door.

The relationship between Chen Liazhi and Fu Wei is not good?

Another person tugged on the brown-haired boy's clothes and motioned him to stop talking.

Jiang Luo looked at the names on their clothes, the brown-haired one was Zhang Orange, and the rounder-faced Zhao Peng.

The strength of these two people is good. They were rated above Chen Lizhi, but the audience voted below Chen Lizhi.

"I'm here later, this show has already started," Jiang Luo lowered his eyes and said slowly, "The show has a very good response, I remember you, and your rankings are also very high."

Zhang Cheng smiled with joy, and said beamingly: "Really?!"

Zhao Geng was also happy on the face, but he was quickly suppressed by him, and he whispered to Jiang Luo: "The director won't let you talk about this, so stop talking about it. By the way, has your mobile phone been put up?"

Of course it was not taken up, but Jiang Luo could not tell the truth, "They were taken up."

He leaned on the table and turned his back to the camera, "You can get in and out of the Taoist position no matter how hard you work. But the most popular is..." He glanced at Fu Wei's bed, and the corners of his mouth twitched. The subtle expressions on the faces of the two boys, "This one. The number of votes is broken, and the data looks scary."

Zhang Cheng and Zhao Bian stopped talking. They obviously had anticipated Fu Wei's popularity.

"Does anyone like smoking and drinking?" Zhang Cheng mumbled, her voice so small that Jiang Luo almost didn't hear it.

The two of them didn't like Fu Wei very much either.

Jiang Luo wanted to say something more, the bathroom door opened, and Fu Wei walked out of it.

He was shirtless, topless. The muscles were smooth and tight, Fu Wei's hair was wet and hung on his forehead, his eyelids were half-closed loosely, and his pants were not fastened. A circle of white underwear was exposed, which was a bit sexy.

Very masculine.

Envy flashed in Zhang Cheng's eyes, and kindly reminded: "Fu Wei, why did you come out without wearing a shirt?"

Fu Wei raised his head and glanced at the camera, frowning, and the unhappiness in the voice could be easily captured by someone, "Why are my clothes on the camera missing?"

Zhang Cheng and Zhao Ping looked embarrassed, and they didn't say anything again.

There are also video clips in the dormitory life. Others can't hate more shots, who would cover the camera. They tore off their clothes as soon as they came back. Although they knew that Fu Wei was taking a bath, they didn't expect Fu Wei to walk out like this.

Fu Wei pulled his lips, raised his eyelids and glanced at both Zhang Cheng and Zhang Cheng, then went back into the bathroom.

Zhang Cheng and the two couldn't help holding their breath for a few seconds, and Jiang Luo couldn't help laughing as he watched their performance.

After the two little boys looked at him strangely, he smiled and shook his hand, "It's okay, I just remembered a joke suddenly."

He got up and walked to the bed, as if he was looking for clothes, but he was actually looking for his talisman.

Holding Fulu with his clothes, Jiang Luo also went into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Fu Wei had already put on his shirt, and the white T-shirt was slightly sticky on his body. The bathroom was hot, wet on the floor tiles, and the mirrors were covered with white mist.

Hearing the sound, Fu Wei glanced at Jiang Luo. The dark-haired young man’s lips were red with a smile. Fu Wei threw the empty cigarette case into the trash can and saw the clothes Jiang Luo was holding in his arms. “There is no hot water now.”

I have to say that Fu Wei's voice is really arresting. Listening to him was like being teased, Jiang Luo let out an "Oh", "Then I'll go to the bathroom."

Fu Wei lit a cigarette, but he didn't intend to leave.

Jiang Luo turned around and opened the bathroom window, "I'm sorry, I can't smell the smoke."

He turned around to look at Fu Wei, deliberately with a condescending tone of provocation, "The bathroom is a public place, pay attention."

Chen Lizhi and Fu Wei have a bad relationship.

Chen Lizhi is dead.

All people here are suspicious. The murderer behind the scenes is not necessarily a ghost, but it may also be the person who instructs the ghost. Fu Wei also had doubts. Jiang Luo planned to arouse him to see what his performance would be.

Fu Wei pressed Mieyan and looked at Jiang Luo.

The black-haired young man's expression is very provocative. He is very smart, knowing what kind of expression can most arouse the anger of men like Fu Wei. Fu Wei's eyes darkened and he looked at Jiang Luo meaningfully.

Jiang Luo made a long tone, speaking of what the assistant said in the morning that made Fu Wei impatient, "Here is recording a show, with so many cheats, what kind of idol do you want to be an idol? If you want to spoil the teenagers, I suggest you go to the Rule of Law channel. Be an actor."

Fu Wei finally moved, and he walked towards Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo stood still and waited for him.

When Fu Wei walked in front of Jiang Luo, he suddenly stretched out his hand to grasp Jiang Luo's collar, and yanked the young man to him. The smell of tobacco in his nose rushed over.

"Can't smell it," he said, "then smell it more and let yourself get used to it."