After Transmigrating Into a Male Idol Talent Show

Chapter 16 - I'm nervous, you go first.

Before and after dinner, Qin Lu went to find Su Qinglan once, carefully went through the problems Liao Junchen had told him and told Su Qinglan, listened to him sing a few times, patiently corrected a few places, and then returned to Class A to continue practicing.

The seven of them practiced until midnight. Qin Lu only felt tired during the continuous practice in the afternoon. Taking the opportunity to find Su Qinglan in between was a disguised rest for an hour or two. However, he began to feel sore all over, as if his body was heavy and not his own.

Liao Junchen was experienced. Although Qin Lu didn't say a word, he could see clearly that Qin Lu must be suffering from the high-intensity training today.

It was also his negligence. He forgot that Qin Lu's situation was different from his accustomed daily dancing with him.

Liao Junchen raised his hand and patted Qin Lu's shoulder, "Let's stop here for today, but we need to do a complete set of stretches."

Qin Lu endured the momentary soreness in his shoulders and nodded calmly.

Fan Xi hated doing stretches the most. Hearing this word made him feel overwhelmed, but he had no choice but to do it.

Although the stretching process was painful, it was only unbearable for a short time. But if one were to be lazy and avoid it for a moment, the next day would be as if they had been beaten up eight hundred times, and even a slight movement could cost them their lives.

Being in their teens meant having good physical conditions at their peak, otherwise, even with Qin Lu's perseverance, he couldn't endure for such a long time.

Liao Junchen, with years of experience in practicing, did a comprehensive stretch with the few people who tagged along, which lasted for a full half hour, at least preventing them from being so sore that they couldn't move the next day.

Even Qin Lu couldn't help but frown and show a bit of patience during the stretching, while Fan Xi, gradually getting used to it, started screaming in pain directly.

Fan Xi usually practiced for only three or four hours a day and had been boasting to his parents and friends everywhere about his unbeatable hard work. But here, spurred on by the people around him, he practiced hard until now. It had been a long time since he experienced such high-intensity training, and the suffering was beyond words, from muscles and tendons to bones, it was unbearable.

The cameraman couldn't hold on and went to sleep long ago, leaving only a few cameras still running to record this sweat.

The long day finally came to an end, and everyone gradually returned to their dormitories. Qin Lu tidied up the classroom quickly, put the plastic bottles piled up together in a bag, threw them into the trash can in the corridor, and then turned off the lights.

The people from other classes should have already returned to their dormitories to rest long ago. Qin Lu thought that the few people in Class A were probably practicing the latest, but after turning off the lights, he noticed a faint light coming from the end of the corridor through the crack in the door.

He walked over and took a look. The door was not closed tightly, and as he approached, he could hear the squeaky sound of sports shoes rubbing against the wooden floor.

Qin Lu looked up and saw a sign hanging at the entrance of the practice room, saying "Class F".

Perhaps hearing the sound at the door, the dancing sound stopped, followed by footsteps coming towards him—

The door opened, and the tall boy, rolling up one sleeve, fixed his gaze on Qin Lu's light green Class C training suit and paused for a moment, "If you're looking for someone, come back tomorrow. It's just me here now."