After the failure to form a group, the actor confessed to me on the whole network

Chapter 1 Transcended

It's summer time.

The cicadas chirping outside the window made people unable to sleep, so Xiang Meng tossed and fell impatiently and fell off the bed.

She forgot that she was not sleeping on her spacious and comfortable big bed, but a 1.2 meters bunk bed prepared by the program crew.

Such a small bed is really not friendly to her who is [-] tall.

Fortunately, it was on the lower berth, so I didn't fall too hard.

The roommate on the upper bunk thought that Xiang Meng was angry that his mobile phone was confiscated, so he said a few words of relief: "That Xiang Meng, the program team did not allow us to bring mobile phones, and the camera equipment is not turned off, so everything that happens now may be cut into For the feature film, you should pay more attention to the image."

Xiang Meng raised her eyes. After nine o'clock, the lights in the dormitory were turned off, which was more strict than their school at that time.

It was so dark that she couldn't see anything, so she turned her gaze to the camera.

The light was too dark, and only the outline of the camera could be seen, but the flashing green light reminded Xiang Meng of a scene from a horror movie.

Trembling suddenly, Xiang Meng said firmly: "It doesn't matter, my mother relies on her talent to go to the rivers and lakes, and the image thing will only reduce my compulsion, but thank you for reminding me."

After she finished speaking, she pointed in the direction of the camera and made a shooting gesture, which was full of provocation and ruffianism.

Only then did her chilly body warm up a little.

The roommate on the upper bunk didn't say anything, but there was sudden laughter in the dormitory.

It was the student on the opposite bed, and she said, "Oh, talent? Is it a little swan?"

Speaking of this, Xiang Meng couldn't help sighing, she wasn't afraid of losing face, but she was a little bit guilty of losing face in front of others.

The little swan thing goes back four hours.

At that time, she was awakened by a bright light, thinking that she didn't draw the curtains before going to bed, so she covered her eyes and turned over along the way.

But the expected soft bed did not catch her, and after a strong sense of weightlessness hit her, she found herself kneeling directly on the hard floor.

The severe pain stimulated her senses, but before she could call out the pain, overwhelming laughter came over inexplicably.

During the term, there was an unfamiliar male voice through laughter, he said: "Student Xiang Meng, there is no need to show such a big gift."

Xiang Meng raised her head, with a fierce look in her eyes, probably because she watched a lot of social news, and she was a little disgusted by men making fun of them regardless of the occasion.

But different from the imagined scene, the entrance is an extremely dazzling stage.

The hatred in Xiang Meng's eyes gradually turned into doubt, and she looked carefully at the huge ladder-shaped platform not far away, and the girls sitting on it in twos and threes.

The laughter came from that direction. Judging from her many years of star chasing experience as a show fan, this is the configuration of a talent show, so the position she is in now must be a talent show stage.

But why?
Feeling absurd from the top of her head, she pursed her lips and lowered her gaze.

This time I saw five luxurious decks set up at the front of the trapezoidal platform.

Scanning the past one by one from left to right, Xiang Meng fell silent.

She didn't know any of these glamorous mentors, so she was either tricked or transmigrated, and she transmigrated to a completely strange world.

What is the opportunity?
she died?
After a moment of stalemate, the pretty brother sitting in seat C made a gesture of invitation, and said in an indifferent and clear voice: "Student Xiang Meng, please start your performance."

Xiang Meng was still in a trance, and subconsciously replied, "I'll play a der."

The studio hall of about 500 square meters fell silent immediately, and the puffing sound could be heard even when feathers were falling.

In this extremely quiet atmosphere, Xiang Meng quickly came back to his senses, and with the mentality of being at ease when he came, he straightened up and bowed in front of the stage: "I'm sorry, teacher, my mantra is a bit irritable, and it's not aimed at you. , I will act now."

Xiang Meng has a good attitude to admit his mistakes, but he really has no talent.

Recalling the specialty classes her parents had enrolled her in in kindergarten, she bravely staggered her steps, stood on tiptoes, and performed a solo dance of four little swans.

Because there is no accompaniment, she doesn’t feel like dancing, so she subconsciously accompanies herself: "Dendendendendendendendendendendendendendendendendendendendendendendendendendendendendenden~"

The scene was silent for a few seconds again, and then burst into laughter, the sound even overshadowed the kneeling time.

Because of this, Xiang Meng gained an elegant title with a very quack flavor.

——Sister Deng.

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