The God-level Scholar of Agent Rebirth

Chapter 295
Tolerable or unbearable.

Seeing her arrogant look, Zhong Wenman's eyes were red with anger.

"Okay, if you want to go, go!"

She was so angry that she panted heavily and cursed: "There will also be filming for the seven-day training. If you don't show up by then, Xia Ye and I won't be able to protect you even if we keep our mouths shut. It's because you are not self-motivated. In the end No wonder there is no opportunity, with your attitude towards work and the stage, no wonder you can only stay in the F area."

"Show me some respect when you speak!"

The two girls who had already left in front turned back suddenly, and when they heard Zhong Wenman's reprimand, they couldn't help but glared at her coldly, "It's Midsummer Ye, your level is far behind her, hold her Can stinky feet advance all the way? Say we have no skills, what about you? Lick a dog, and the one who licks is a murderer!"

Others also echoed, "That's right, I was the one who said it too early. You two may not be able to securely advance to the first knockout round. At that time, the audience and mentors will jointly vote. The news of Midsummer Night's murder has already spread. No matter how good the stage performance is, No matter how tough the backstage is, the audience's eyes are discerning, and I'm afraid she won't have a single vote, and she'll be eliminated!"

Hearing this, Midsummer Ye's expression was cold, and his eyes were like a calm autumn lake, without any waves.

But Zhong Wenman was very angry.

"One mouthful of one murderer, the police said after the investigation that she was not suspected, and the wrong person was arrested. How can you handle the case better than the police? Kill me here with empty words!"

"I really laughed." The girl looked up to the sky and laughed dryly, then glanced at Zhong Wenman, "I see, when your master swings a knife in your face, you will still have to explain it to her, right? She's going to cut your elm head to make you less stupid, and don't admit that she's going to chop you up."

"Zhong Wenman, you are actually not bad, but you have no brains, and you still want to take shortcuts blindly. You think that Sheng Xiaye is surrounded by Mr. Gu, and you can be safe with her, but if the police find evidence that she did kill someone, then you can't do it. At that time, Mr. Gu can't keep her even if he takes his life, so what do you have to rely on?"

"Yeah, we can only pack up and leave with her!"

The taunts from all directions were as sharp as a knife piercing them.

Zhong Wenman stomped her feet angrily.

It wasn't because she was slandered, but because she heard them calling Midsummer Ye a murderer all the time, but she couldn't produce strong evidence to clear up Midsummer Ye's grievances.

In her heart, Midsummer Ye is a very good friend.

Gentle and kind, cold outside and hot inside.

There's no way she could kill.

"you--"

When Zhong Wenman spoke again, Sheng Xiaye stopped her and took a step forward.

Her icy gaze, like a knife's edge, dissected the leading girl.

With the stern gaze, the girl burst into cold sweat when they looked at each other. It was an inexplicable and terrifying aura. Coupled with the blessing of the murderer's "brilliance" in the midsummer night, the girl looked at the porcelain-white face in front of her, as if She could imagine the blood on this face, she turned pale in fright, and stepped back frequently.

"You...what are you going to do?"

The girl leaned in the arms of her companion, obviously terrified to death, but she still stared at Sheng Xiaye, stammering and threatening: "There are surveillance everywhere here, if you want to..."

"You also know that there is surveillance here."

Midsummer Ye spoke, his voice was cold and covered with frost.

"I don't talk about the things I haven't done, and I don't like to be framed, and I don't like someone to make excuses to insult my friends because of it." In her beautiful almond eyes, there was a hint of coldness and sternness in an instant. Light, just being caught by that gaze, the girl's legs trembled like chaff, lest the next second Midsummer Night would conjure up a sharp knife and stab her in the abdomen.

She was instinctively afraid.

It was too late to even pretend.

"The truth, the police will investigate, and you will not be allowed to talk nonsense here. I have the right to pretend that I didn't hear what you said today, but the camera recorded it. On the day the truth comes out, apologize to me and my friends, otherwise, I have There are many ways to keep you from getting along in this show and the entire music circle." Sheng Xia Ye spoke at a gentle pace, as if he was just chatting with them, but the momentum was extremely captivating.

Someone said with trembling lips: "Who are you, worthy of threatening us?"

Midsummer Ye raised her red lips and smiled like a poppy blooming on the ice field, beautiful and deadly.

"Didn't you just say that my backstage is very tough? But I am also my backstage. If you don't believe me, there is still a week. You can challenge me as much as you want."

Midsummer Ye called Zhong Wenman, turned her head and left.

The girls looked at their free and easy backs, their eyes slashed at them like sharp thorns.

"What are you pretending to do? If it wasn't for the sake of recording the show, I would have just slapped her."

"But having said that, although I don't want to be in a group with her, I have already divided them into teams. I believe that the speed of the police's handling of the case will bring her to justice soon. We can't waste these seven days of training for no reason. Tomorrow I still have to get up early to go to the training room."

"Me too. If we don't go, it will appear that we are afraid of her."

After Zhong Wenman and Sheng Xiaye went downstairs, they stopped at the door of the building, and let out a long breath while clutching their belly.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that her forehead was sweating, Sheng Xiaye handed her a pack of tissues.

Zhong Wenman wiped off his sweat, then smiled and said, "Did you see that? The group of guys were startled by you just now, I guess they just talked about it, and when they record tomorrow, they will still They came to the training room so frivolously, even if they were at the bottom of the list, they still have a dream of entering the entertainment circle, how could they give up so easily?"

"It's not an estimate, it's a certainty."

Sheng Xiaye said calmly: "They regard me as a murderer, and they are sure that I will leave the show sooner or later, so they challenged me. In fact, you didn't have to stand up for me just now. Anyway, they were not targeting you."

"How can I do that? What's the difference between scolding my friend in front of me and hitting me in the face?" Zhong Wenman retorted without thinking.

Staring at Zhong Wenman's frown, Sheng Xiaye smiled.

Even if she is scolded as a sieve by the public opinion, at least someone still protects her wholeheartedly. It feels so good.

In fact, Midsummer Night doesn't need to participate in the entire recording of the show, so she didn't go to the practice room the next morning. She can watch the dance moves once and then, and there is no need to repeat them over and over again like those few contestants who finished class F. Repeatedly consider and adjust.

Everyone set off for the practice room at five o'clock, and when they arrived at Shenggao at 07:30 in the midsummer night, they received a call from Zhong Wenman complaining.

"If it's a pig, I've taught it twice. I don't know if these people are really rebellious or just stupid. Their movements are not up to standard. I'm so angry that I want to eat pig's trotters at noon today."

(End of this chapter)