Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 487 Cat-Eared Teenage Idol vs. Draft Group’s Favorite Little Salted Fish 38
Shen Qingzhuo patrolled around calmly, glanced at someone's red eye sockets, and said.

"If you're not strict now, you expect to soar into the sky in the future?"

"……you're right."

After reacting, I felt that something was wrong.

It's okay for the others to be afraid of Shen Qingzhuo, but she is the queen sister! 27 years old! !Why are you afraid of Shen Qingzhuo?

Thinking of this, she decided to regain her prestige, looked at Shen Qingzhuo with a straight face, and was discouraged in the next second.

Respect the old and love the young, respect the old and love the young, she is a good citizen, and she must abide by the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation, definitely not because of cowardice!
This boy's musical momentum really doesn't look like he's 19 years old, it takes a lot of love to be like this.

Perhaps Shen Qingzhuo will never have anything more loving than music in her life.

Shen Qingzhuo's ruthless speech is another kind of sharp and relentless, pointing out everyone's shortcomings, teaching them how to do it, and sharing stage experience.

It's Shen Qingzhuo.

The only one in the music world, a 19-year-old ghost singer standing on the international stage.

"Director, should we tell Zhuo God to restrain himself? I think if this trend continues, this will really become a training camp for devils. We are not training special forces!" The staff blushed.

They are all delicate and soft younger sisters, how could Shen Qingzhuo not understand pity.

The director nodded: "It makes sense."

The staff are smug.

Director: "You tell him."

"why me?"

"Fart! Do you want me to say it? I'm also afraid of being scolded!"

"Am I not afraid?!"

"Then are you afraid of being fired?"

"..."

I really admire you, the sixth child.

Under the oppression of the capitalists, the staff cursed and said a few words to Shen Qingzhuo's Maili.

The man didn't respond, and adjusted the headset casually. His finger bones were slender, and his ears were white, lined with black mics.

During the short break, a group of people surrounded Jiang Li'an, comforting her in one go, afraid that Shen Qingzhuo was next to her, so they didn't dare to speak loudly.

"The Zhuo God is also for our good..."

"Yes, he asked Gao to explain that he values ​​us and has expectations for us!"

"Don't be sad, Zhuo Shen just spoke a little harshly."

Jiang Li'an had never been wronged like this since he was a child, he gritted his teeth and sneered: "I think he wants me to jump to death!"

"Keep your voice down." The trainee glanced at the young man sitting alone on a chair not far away, and lowered his voice, "It will be miserable if Zhuo Shen hears it."

"Don't let people tell you if you dare to do it?" Jiang Li'an didn't care.

Shen Qingzhuo took a pen and scribbled down a few lines of lyrics on the shorthand notebook. The handwriting was sharp, and the rebelliousness of young people filled the pen and ink, with slender and beautiful joints, and turned a deaf ear to their words.

A few trainees came over to ask questions in the middle, and he also gave a bloody answer, then bowed his head indifferently and continued to write lyrics and music.

Strangers should not enter the gas field.

Jiang Li'an is annoyed when she sees Shen Qingzhuo now, she has been promoted from ordinary black fan to hardcore black fan, and 50 years after Shen Qingzhuo's death, she has to put a happy planet on the other's grave.

Lu Chi comforted her: "The Zhuo God is also for your own good."

"If he's doing it for me, I'll write my name upside down!" Jiang Li'an said irritably, resting his head on Lu Chi's lap, he lowered his eyelids, and when he opened his eyes, he could see the figure sitting in the distance. Hateful, she muttered.

"You have to look at his face when you rest, isn't it annoying?"

"!!!" Lu Chi was so frightened that he wanted to shut Jiang Li'an's mouth, "Little ancestor, eldest lady, please stop talking."

"Click."

The black metal pen cap is buckled on the fountain pen, with a cold and expensive texture. There are two silver rings on the pen cap, engraved with the brand's logo.

I don't know which brand merchant gave it to Shen Qingzhuo, so I used it conveniently.

When the others heard the voice, they subconsciously looked at the boy. Could it be that he heard what he said just now?It is not impossible to settle accounts.

The tip of Jiang Li'an's tongue touched the tip of his teeth, and his expression was a little unnatural.

Shen Qingzhuo put on the cap of the pen and closed the sketchbook on his own, then got up calmly, walked out, did not stop when passing by Jiang Li'an, pushed open the door, and could not see his back again.

The delicate atmosphere in the training room lingered for a long time.

Lu Chi breathed a sigh of relief.

"I was scared to death. I just saw Zhuo Shen walking over and almost thought he was going to beat someone up!"

"Your description is an exaggeration, but I dare not speak when Zhuo Shen is here..."

Yuan Qian did not participate in their conversation, she was still dancing profusely in front of the mirror with a tense face, looking at the leaving figure of the person in the mirror, hesitated for a while, and followed out.

After the break time.

The door of the training room was pushed open from the outside.

The trainees closed their eyes heavily, and they were all prepared to continue to die and fight resolutely to the last moment.

In the end, the person who walked in was not Shen Qingzhuo, but the music instructor, Shu Linghan, with curved lips and a smile like a spring breeze.

"Why do you see me, you are so surprised, you don't welcome me?"

They were a little silly, and hurriedly said: "No, it's just Zhuo Shen..."

Shu Linghan was surprised and said: "Are you really confused by him? This vocal lesson and two dance lessons have already been finished today."

"That's it."

After dusk, the sky gradually darkened, and the evening breeze was blowing.

Yuan Qian looked down at the message from Director Zhang, and the other party said——

【I am at the base】

Looking around, Yuan Qian always felt that Director Zhang was spying on her. She knew that the other party did not believe what she said, so she came to the base to confirm it. A slight chill ran from the soles of her feet to her whole body.

She caught up with the leaving figure, stopped in front of Shen Qingzhuo, panting: "Zhuo Shen!"

The man stopped in his footsteps: "Is there something wrong?"

Yuan Qian raised her head and looked at the young man's calm eyebrows. No matter in the previous life or the present life, the other party seemed to be always on top.

It's different from Tan Junxi.

Yuan Qian calmed down and said, "Zhuangshen, can I fight with you?"

People passing by subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound source. When they first heard it, yo, the sound is not bad.

Listen carefully.

what? !

Battle with Zhuo Shen?

Should I say boldness or self-inflicted humiliation?

If it wasn't for not daring to stop, the staff really wanted to see what would happen next.

The sky was dim, and the wind carried the unique breath of a storm, and blew past the hem of the boy's shirt.

Yuan Qian stood in front of Shen Qingzhuo neither humble nor overbearing, and looked directly at him: "I have always admired your stage, and I want to find a chance to compete, can you?"

Shen Qingzhuo narrowed his eyes and looked at her, as if he was recalling who this was, but in the end he couldn't remember: "You?"

He didn't even remember her.

How can I teach her to dance for a long time today, let alone in the hotel before——

Yuan Qian bit her lip, a sense of humiliation made her very uncomfortable, her emotions drove her to turn around and leave, and thinking of Director Zhang's words, she was swept away by involuntary sadness.

"I'm a personal trainee, Yuan Qian, and I'm also the c position of the group you teach."

Shen Qingzhuo nodded, her voice was cold: "Let's practice again."

Without stopping his sight, he raised his feet to leave.

There was no emotional ups and downs in the tone, and it wasn't arrogant or disdainful, it was a very light tone.

Yuan Qian didn't dare to let him go just like that, and blocked the young man's way again, keenly aware that someone behind her was watching her, with a pleading expression on her face like a light on her back.

"Zhuo God... help me."

(End of this chapter)