Code name:Z.H.

14

"I'm losing count..this is day 3, isn't it?"Zuo Hang said as he helped me carry the trainees lunches to the canteen.

"Yeah.I seriously hope something interesting happens."

"Is our presence not entertaining enough for you?"Zuo Hang asked flabbergasted.

I set the food down on the table and Zeyu immediately ran forward.

"I get first priority for being your employer."Zeyu said immediately with a smile as a line formed in front of us.

I looked back to Zuo Hang.

"This..this is why."

We handed out the food and soon enough the trainees were chatting away while i sat beside Zeyu at his table.

"Have you heard?I think we're having a performance soon."Zhang ji said.

I looked up at that.

"Performance?How do you know?"Zeyu asked.

"I heard the directors talking about it..i think that's what's after lunch."Zhangji replied.

"Eat your food and stop talking gossip."Zhu zhixin said.

"I mean you never minded when the topic was Zuo Hang and Yilin."Zhangji replied.

"What?Why am i a topic of gossip."I asked incredulous.

"Not you but you and Zuo Hang."

"Thanks like that's any better."I said rolling my eyes.

"Trust me you guys are like the only interesting conversation topic for the past 3 days amongst trainees."Su Xinhao said with a smile.

"Am i suppose to be proud of that?"I asked.

"Yeah."Su Xinhao said with a serious face.

I looked at ZuoHang who sighed as he explained,"Nothing stays a hot topic amongst us for more than 15 minutes because that's just how long our attention span is."

"Why am i not surprised?"

"Because you've met us."Yu Yuhan replied with a big smile.

An announcement interrupted our conversation.

"Attention:all trainees to the main room in 15 minutes for the next mission."

"I do hope we all get a chance at the spotlight."Zimo said as he sighed and played with his food.

I couldn't help but wonder what was up.
**
"Ahh what is this?We're all just here."Zimo said.

I watched as the trainees placed their name tags on the board for the performance.The last one was the iron keys and they were all thrown for the last one.

I could see the spark slowly going out in their eyes.

"You can do this guys."I shouted through the shoot.

"Whose team are you on?Mine or theirs?!"Zeyu shouted back as he got out of his seat.He looked like he was joking.

"Theirs.Obviously."I replied.

"Okay.I see how it is."Zeyu said as he walked back to his seat."You watch out later."

"You know the editors are doing to have cut this part out right.."Tong yukun said.

"Oh wait.."i said turning and saw a bunch of mad directors."Sorry teachers."I said sheepishly and bowed.

"Only now you're respectful."I heard Zeyu call.

The trainees all cracked up while i glared at Zeyu.
**
I walked along the halls to see the different groups and finally came to the one i wanted to see.I pushed open the door and didn't need to see but felt the tense atmosphere.

"What's going on.."I asked as i walked in to see Zimo at the piano and the trainees on the mattresses.

"They make you sleep like that?!"I asked in astonishment.

"What are you doing here?"Zimo asked annoyed.

I felt a bit out of place.

"Just here to deliver these."I said,passing them sweets.

"I asked Zuo Hang and he said these help with nerves and with vocal cords."I said as i handed it to them.

"Oh.Thanks."Tong Yukun said.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Practicing.. can't you see?"Zimo replied mad.

I looked at Mu Zhicheng who just shrugged.

I sat down behind the camera to continue watching only to see Zimo being constantly annoyed.Just as i was about to step in,Tianrun suggested finding a group name.

The mood was lighter as they all threw names around and finally i could see the atmosphere lighten up and even Zimo was cracking a smile.

I couldn't help but take my camera out.

Snap.Another memory saved.
Author's note
Snap!We're almost at 100 reads.It's amazing how time flies.I'm so happy.I'm also really sad that they won't be 13 ever again.Only 5..8 gone is too much😭

I can't imagine them without each other..this is so sad

I just wish i could see them before they all go on their separate ways