Thriller Trainee (101 - 259)

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After the rating is over, the studio will dismiss the meeting on the spot.

As usual, the next month is the free time for trainees.

Zong Jiu stretched his waist on the spot, walked to the elevator exclusively for A-level trainees on the side, and pressed the button leading to the stairs.

The elevator in the trainee’s dormitory is also very high-end. At first glance, the technology is ahead of the real world. I don’t know how many years of technology. You can directly send the trainee to the door of the room by pressing the button. Not to mention the treatment enjoyed by A-level trainees, there is no need to wait at all. From the moment you step out of the elevator, there is an exclusive waiter in the presidential suite standing by.

"Hello sir, I am your exclusive butler for A-level trainees."

The waiter in a tuxedo bowed to him respectfully and saluted him, "If you want to change my gender or voice, you can set it in the suite light screen at any time. I will be responsible for all your daily life and catering services in the A-level suite. , Just ring the housekeeper bell in the room and I will be on standby for you at any time."

Good guy, magnificent enough.

Thinking of the ten-bed ten-bed room where he had fallen asleep when he was an E-level trainee, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion at the wicked hierarchical system.

Zong Jiu nodded and walked into the door opened for him by the waiter.

Even if he changed from the executive suite to the presidential suite, the decoration style he had preserved before remained unchanged.

The interior of the room is still in the cold color of the Nordic style, and a large area of ​​floor-to-ceiling windows is a simulated forest snow scene. The difference is that there is an extra door beside the glass window. After opening the door and going out, there is really a small back garden that is snowing.

The fireplace inlaid in the wall burned just right, the brown-red wood piled up underneath, clearly burning, but strangely without smoke.

The suite is big enough, almost three times as exaggerated as the dormitory for B-level trainees, and the small bathtub in the bathroom has also become a built-in surf pool. Zong Jiu compared the difference between the swimming pool and the large bath in room no.1 in his heart, shook his head, still felt that his surfing bath looked much more pleasing to the eye.

The room was still lit with an unknown cold fragrance, fragrant and fragrant.

Almost Zong Jiu had just walked in, and when he took off his shoes and stepped barefoot on the furry carpet, the British short, blue and white, who could only sleep all day long, jumped down from the nest beside the fireplace, and became fat. The ball-like body ran over on the carpet, arching beside the white-haired young man's trouser legs.

Zong Jiu was quite flattered.

He squatted down/over, with both hands skillfully around the cat's legs, and lifted it from the ground to his chest.

"His—you're fat again."

Blue and White meowed twice and licked their paws.