After Transmigrating Into a Male Idol Talent Show

Chapter 15 - You say, I'll change.

The practice room had mirrors on both front and back walls, with wooden bars conveniently placed along the inner walls for stretching and leg presses. Liao Junchen had just been resting in the position by the curtain.

Class A's classroom was no different from Class C's facilities, except that the equally large room accommodated fewer people, making it seem a bit more spacious.

The six people in the classroom were originally practicing individually, not interfering with each other but also not communicating. It wasn't until Qin Lu came to find Liao Junchen, carrying food in his hands, that they inexplicably found it difficult to continue practicing.

In fact, they all wanted to make friends to practice together, but none of them knew each other before this, and for a moment, no one knew what to say to a stranger. You looked cold, so I'll be cooler; if you don't speak up, I won't start a conversation. So they just kept burying themselves in their own practice, maintaining this "aloof" attitude towards each other.

Actually, if they could practice together, chat, and encourage each other, the process wouldn't be so dull, and they could also help each other improve in areas where they were lacking.

It was time to break this awkward atmosphere. But what to say?

It was simply a dead end.

Several people glanced at Qin Lu and Liao Junchen from time to time, watching them sit cross-legged on the wooden floor, sharing food. The aroma of the food quickly spread, making them all feel a bit hungry.

Qin Lu arranged the two foam box meals side by side and opened them. "There are only two types of boxed meals. I just took one of each. You pick first; I don't mind."

It was just a very ordinary meal from the cafeteria, but Liao Junchen happened to not eat tomatoes, so he didn't refuse Qin Lu's kindness and chose the pork rib boxed meal.

Although there were mirrors on both sides of the classroom, Qin Lu didn't pay much attention to them. However, when he looked up, he noticed the occasional glances from several trainees. He discreetly observed for a while and quickly understood the slightly awkward atmosphere between them.

Perhaps they themselves were not aware of it, but it was quite obvious to Qin Lu. He couldn't help but slightly squint his eyes, then put down his chopsticks and took out a bottle of iced tea from his bag. "I thought I might get thirsty during practice in the afternoon, so I brought a few extra bottles. Would you like some?"

Five minutes later, the few people sitting together were happily drinking tea, while silently admonishing themselves: It turned out that breaking the ice was so simple. Then what were they all trying to prove to each other in the morning?

Everyone wasn't as difficult to get along with as they seemed. Once they found a starting point for conversation, they realized how absurd their previous wariness of each other was.

Fan Xi, with red-dyed earlobes and a row of diamond earrings, wasn't as difficult to deal with as he appeared. In fact, his family owned a hotpot restaurant, a nationwide chain, and he was a down-to-earth and honest second-generation rich kid with a Sichuan accent.

Cool guy Jin You'en, who spoke in authentic Beijing dialect, looked like he was in his mid-twenties, but he was actually just nineteen and had a hasty appearance. What was even more surprising was that he didn't grow up in the old alleyways of Beijing as everyone imagined but was a pure Korean who finished primary school in Beijing.

He had a typical South Korean look, with slightly narrow single eyelids that looked a bit fierce when not smiling, but cute puppy eyes when he did. He wore a black earring with the letter "J" on his left ear, representing his own name.