After Transmigrating Into a Male Idol Talent Show

Chapter 25

"Left Han, right Liao, right Su, right right..."

"What are you saying?" When Qin Lu entered the practice room from the doorway, he saw Fan Xi excitedly muttering strange content to Jin You'en, who looked at him with a puzzled expression. He took out a bottle of iced black tea from his bag, still emitting a chill, and smiled as he raised the bottle to clink with Fan Xi.

"Oh, you're back so soon!"

To save time, they had been taking turns going to the cafeteria for boxed meals and drinks at noon these days.

"Wow, it's still cold!" Fan Xi happily took it, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "I miss our hot pot at home, dipping mutton into hot broth and sipping ice-cold black tea, it's truly a perfect match."

He sighed and counted on his fingers, "I haven't had hot pot for one, two, three... n days. I strive to break free from this bland place as soon as possible and regain culinary freedom."

Qin Lu sat down beside him, taking out a stack of boxed meals from the bag and blinking as he smiled, "Hmm, the heir to the hot pot throne. If you debut, I guess there will be managers watching over your diet. I suggest you cherish the freedom of eating boxed meals casually now and stop thinking about hot pot all the time."

Fan Xi, turning to look at Qin Lu, shook his head in mock despair amid Jin You'en's mockery, "Before one can become a top star in the future, they must first abstain from hot pot, labor their muscles and bones, suffer their spirits, and starve their bodies..."

Jin You'en chuckled, amazed, "You're not completely uncultured, Fan Study-Dunce?"

Fan Xi shook his head speechlessly, waving his hand, "You, a fake Korean, have even heard of classical literature. You're impressive, bro."

"So, what were you muttering about just now, 'Han Zuo Liao You'?" Qin Lu took a sip of iced black tea, remembering to steer the conversation back to the beginning. Fan Xi slapped his forehead and sat up, "Oh, I almost forgot, Qin Lu, let me tell you, I'm a genius, haha!"

Qin Lu glanced at him and calmly drank his beverage, gesturing with his eyes for him to continue.

"Earlier, the footwork wasn't very complicated, and it was easy to get confused. So, I came up with a rhyme to help remember the steps. It feels very effective! I plan to selflessly teach it to everyone when Liao Junchen comes back later. How about I tell you first—"

Qin Lu made a gesture of pausing, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Hmm, I don't need it, I remembered it from the beginning, didn't I?"

Fan Xi: "... Right."

Jin You'en let out a merciless laugh.

Su Qinglan, who had just returned from the bathroom, happened to overhear this conversation. He thought with a bitter grudge, Qin Lu was indeed being led astray by those people!

After the other trainees gradually returned, Fan Xi's mnemonic failed to sell once again. Liao Junchen didn't need his instruction, Su Qinglan had his own memory method, Han Suyan's mind was as sharp as Qin Lu's, only Toeisup listened appreciatively... then he scratched his head awkwardly, smiling foolishly, "P Xi, I didn't understand."

Fan Xi, feeling frustrated, finished a bottle of iced black tea in one breath and prepared to start practicing with determination.

However, not long into the practice, a staff member who rarely appeared at the practice room door poked his head in and asked everyone to take turns going to Room 312 on the third floor for solo interviews.

It seemed that every trainee had to go, as quite a few of them had been seen going up and down the stairs in the morning.

Qin Lu was the last one from his team to go.