After Transmigrating Into An Idol Talent Show (1)

Chapter 16

Before and after dinner, Qin Lu went to find Su Qinglan, carefully explained the problem that Liao Junchen told him to Su Qinglan, and then listened to him sing a few times and corrected a few points patiently before returning to class A to continue practicing.

Seven people practiced until twelve o'clock in the evening. When Qin Lu continued to practice in the afternoon, he just felt tired. Going to Su Qinglan in the middle was considered a disguised break for an hour or two. Instead, he began to feel sore all over his body, as if his body was heavy and not his own.

Liao Junchen has experience. Even though Qin Lu didn't say a word, he could see at a glance that Qin Lu must have suffered because of today's high-intensity training.

It was also his negligence that he forgot that Qin Lu was different from how he was used to dancing every day.

Liao Junchen raised his hand and patted Qin Lu on the shoulder, "Let's practice here today, but do a complete set of stretching."

Qin Lu held back the momentary pain in his shoulders and nodded calmly.

Fan Xi hated doing stretching the most. Hearing this word, he couldn't help but feel like a bucket, but he had to do it.

Although the process of stretching was painful, it was only difficult for a short period of time, but if he was lazy and escaped for a while, he was guaranteed to get up the next day just like being beaten up for 800 rounds, and it would kill him.

When he was in his teens, his physical condition was at his peak. Otherwise, even if Qin Lu had the willpower, he wouldn't be able to last that long.

Liao Junchen has practiced and experienced all the year round. The people who took the stretching class did a full half-hour full-scale stretching, which at least prevented them from being sore and unable to move tomorrow.

Even Qin Lu couldn't hold back his frown and showed a bit of patience when he stretched, while Fan Xi, who gradually started to let go of himself after getting familiar with it, grinned and screamed in pain.

Fan Xi usually trains for three or four hours a day, and has been boasting about his invincible efforts with his parents and friends. But when I got here, I was agitated by the people around me, and my blood rushed up and I continued to practice until now. I haven't experienced such a high-intensity training camp for a long time. It is really miserable from the muscles and Achilles tendons to the crevices of the bones.

The camera brother couldn't bear to go to sleep for a long time, and only a few cameras were still operating to record the sweat.

The long day finally came to an end, and everyone went back to their dorms one after another. Qin Lu briefly tidied up the classroom, bagged the piled up plastic bottles, and threw them into the trash can in the corridor, before turning off the lights and preparing to leave.

The people in the other classes should have already returned to the dormitory to rest. Qin Lu thought that the students in class A were probably the last to practice, but after turning off the lights, he noticed that there was still a light in the crack of the door at the end of the corridor. .

He walked over to take a look, the door was not closed tightly, and as he approached, he could hear the creaking of sneakers rubbing against the wooden floor.

Qin Lu raised his head and glanced at the sign "Class F" hanging at the door of the practice room.

Perhaps he heard a sound at the door, Qin Lu stopped when he heard the dancing, and then came the footsteps—

The door was opened, and the tall boy with his sleeves rolled up fell on the light green Class C training uniform on him, stunned for a moment, "If you find someone, come back tomorrow, now it's just me."