After Transmigrating Into An Idol Talent Show

Chapter 28

After training that night, people from each dormitory gathered in the very empty assembly hall where everything started, playing games and chatting together.

No one said it was a farewell party, everyone seemed relaxed and happy, and there was no mention of saying goodbye to many people tomorrow.

Life is short, and you have to experience many partings in a lifetime. No one can accompany you all the time. Parents will grow old, and the best classmates will gradually go their separate ways. As long as it is precious, it is often difficult to last.

But all regrets are experiences that growing up is bound to embrace.

As long as you look forward, the sentimentality will gradually dissipate with another new encounter, but every time you are experiencing is still worth cherishing. Life is a constant rush forward, there are sacrifices and gains, one journey after another.

There are many trainees, and those who play well will be divided into several groups. If you want to change to another group, you can rotate freely.

Originally, if there are a lot of people, you can play card games like UNO, but because all the luggage that is not related to the recording program has been temporarily taken away, you can only play it temporarily with limited resources empty-handed.

There are not many creative games. Without props, one group of people is playing Werewolf, another group is playing Truth or Dare, and Qin Lu's group is telling ghost stories.

Feeling the clothes being pulled tight, Qin Lu lowered his head slightly, with a slight smile in his eyes.

The little curly head is as big as a bucket. He has a few big characters written all over his face, "Is this messing with me?" and he muttered in a low voice: "God bless me, never have nightmares tonight."

Han Suyan on the left gave him a cold look and commented very unsympathetically: "You think too much, this is not within the scope of God's business."

He paused, stared at Su Qinglan's hand that was holding Qin Lu, and said lightly, "Also, Qin Lu is not a god, so what's the use of pulling him."

Su Qinglan was too lazy to pay attention to him, and waved his hand randomly and said, "You don't understand... Qin Lu is very reliable. Anyway, it's different from you!"

Han Suyan tilted her head with her arms on her knees, her beautiful eyes drooped down, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow.

Now it's Fan Xi's turn. The second generation of hot pot rich is well-deserved. Telling ghost stories is also a ghost who likes to eat hot pot——

Fan Xi's brows were full of excitement and passion: "If there is a place called Shilipu, some people can always feel that the chopsticks are gradually becoming heavy when they eat hot pot. The red soup that rolls when simmering hot pot is like Chi Lian in the boundless hell. In the sea of ​​fire, the beef turns from red to white when it is placed in the pot, and the blood-soaked meat slices emit a strange meat fragrance after being scalded.

"Stop!!" Nan Xiao interrupted him with a paralyzed face, still insisting on complaining despite Fan Xi's dissatisfied expression, "Are you talking about **** on the tip of your tongue, or are you talking about the food of a starving ghost? Do you really love hot pot? I still hate hot pot, but I couldn't tell the difference for a while. If you finish the story, can I still have a good meal of hot pot in the future??"

Fan Xi snorted twice and pouted, "Qin Lu said, you can't."

Nan Xiao looked at him suspiciously: "...?"

Qin Lu lowered his head and smiled, he probably knew what Fan Xi was going to say.

I saw Fan Xi solemnly but gloating over the misfortune: "It's still possible to have free lunch. If you want to debut, you don't have to think about the freedom of hot pot. If you don't want to recite the calorie table when you want to eat, just listen to me and tell this story. Finished!"