The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   Chapter 487 Cat-eared teen idol vs. draft group pets little salted fish 38

   Shen Qingzhuo patrolled the circle calmly, glanced at someone's red eyes, and said.

   "It's not strict now, and I hope to soar to the sky in the future?"

"……you're right."

   After reacting, I felt that something was not right.

  If other people are afraid of Shen Qingzhuo, forget it, she is the queen sister! Twenty-seven years old! ! Why are you afraid of Shen Qingzhuo?

   Thinking so, she decided to regain her prestige, looked at Shen Qingzhuan with a stern face, and became discouraged in the next second.

  Respect the old and love the young, respect the old and love the young, she is a good citizen, she must abide by the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation, definitely not because of cowardice!

   This boy's musical aura really doesn't look like he was 19 years old, how much love does it take to be like this.

   Maybe Shen Qingzhuo will never have anything he loves more than music in his life.

  Shen Qingzhuo speaks ruthlessly, which is another kind of sharp-edged and unreserved, pointing out the shortcomings of each person, and will teach them how to do it well and share stage experience.

   is Shen Qingzhuo.

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

   "Director, do we want to tell the gods to be more restrained, I think if this trend continues, this will really become a training camp for the devil, and we are not training special forces!" The staff were ashamed.

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

  The director nodded: "It makes sense."

   The staff is complacent.

   Director: "You tell him."

"why me?"

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

   "Am I not afraid?!"

   "Are you afraid of being fired?"

  “…”

   Really convinced you old sixth.

Under the pressure of the capitalists, the staff cursed and said a few words to Shen Qingzhuan's Mai Li.

  The man didn't respond, he adjusted the headset at will, with slender phalanges and white auricles against the black wheat.

   During a short break, a group of people surrounded Jiang Li'an, comforting her at all times, scruples that Shen Qingzhuo was next to her, and did not dare to speak loudly.

   "Boo God is also for our good..."

   "Yeah, he asks Gao to show that he values ​​us and has expectations for us!"

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

  Jiang Li'an has never suffered this kind of grievance since he was a child, and sneered through gritted teeth: "I think he wants me to jump to death!"

   "Keep your voice down." The trainee glanced at the young man sitting alone in a chair not far away, and lowered his voice, "It would be miserable to be heard by the gods."

   "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 a few lines of lyrics in the stenography book. The handwriting was sharp, and every time he turned the pen, he was rebellious and rebellious. The joints were slender and beautiful, and he ignored their words.

   A few trainees came over to ask questions, and he answered with a **** burst of blood, then bowed his head coldly, and continued to write the lyrics and music.

  No strangers to the aura field.

  Jiang Li'an is now annoyed when she sees Shen Qingzhuo. She has been promoted from ordinary black powder to ashes black powder. Fifty years after Shen Qingzhuo's death, she has to put a happy planet on the other side's grave.

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

"If he's good for me, I'll write my name upside down!" Jiang Li'an said irritably, resting his head on Lu Chi's lap, raised 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 are resting. Is it annoying?"

  "!!!" Lu Chi was so frightened that he could not wait to block Jiang Li'an's mouth, "Little Ancestor, Miss, please stop talking."

   "Click."

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

   I don't know which brand company gave it to Shen Qingzhuo, and I used it easily.

  Others heard the voice and looked at the boy subconsciously. Could it be that he heard what he just said? Reckoning is not impossible.

  Jiang Li'an pressed the tip of his tongue against the tip of his teeth, his face a little unnatural.

  Shen Qingzhuo snapped the pen cap on his own, closed the sketchbook, then got up calmly and walked out. He didn't stop when he passed by Jiang Li'an, he pushed open the door, and could no longer see his back.

The subtle atmosphere of the    training room lingers for a long time.

   Lu Chi breathed a sigh of relief.

   "Scared me to death, I just saw the gods coming over, I almost thought he was going to beat someone!"

   "Your description is exaggerated, but I don't dare to speak when Zhuo Shen is here..."

  Yuan Qian did not participate in their conversation. She was still dancing in front of the mirror dripping with sweat, her face was tense, she looked at the figure of the man leaving in the mirror, hesitated for a while, and then went 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 all made the mental construction to continue to die and fight resolutely to the last moment.

   As a result, the person who walked in was not Shen Qingzhuo, but the music instructor, Shu Linghan, who smiled like a spring breeze.

   "Why do you see me, you are so surprised that you are not welcome?"

   They were a little stupid, and said quickly: "No, no, just smothering God..."

  Shu Linghan said in surprise: "Are you really confused by him? This vocal class, two dance classes have been finished today."

   "That's it."

  After dusk, the sky gradually turned dark, and the evening wind was blowing.

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

  【I am at the base】

   Yuan Qian looked around and felt that Director Zhang was peeping at her. She knew that the other party didn't believe what she said, so she came to the base to confirm that 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: "God!"

   The man stopped: "Is something wrong?"

  Yuan Qian looked up at the young man's brows, no matter in the past or this life, the other party seemed to always be on top.

   is different from Tan Junxi.

  Yuan Qian calmed her breath: "God, can I fight with you?"

   Passers-by subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound source. When I first heard it, yo, the sound was not bad.

   Listen carefully.

What? !

  Battle with Zhuo Shen?

  Should I be bold or humiliate?

  If you didn't dare to stop, the staff really wanted to see what happened next.

   The sky was dark, and the wind blew over the hem of the boy's shirt.

  Yuan Qian stood in front of Shen Qingzhuo without being humble or arrogant, and looked at him directly: "I have always admired your stage, and I want to find a chance to learn from each other, is that okay?"

  Shen Qingzhuo narrowed his eyes and looked at her. He seemed to be thinking back to who this was, but in the end he couldn't remember: "You?"

   He didn't even remember her.

  How to teach her to dance for a long time today, not to mention in the hotel before——

  Yuan Qian bit her lip, and the feeling of humiliation made her very uncomfortable. Emotions drove her to turn around and leave. Thinking of Director Zhang's words, she couldn't help but be swept away by sadness.

   "I'm a personal trainee, Yuan Qian, and the C position in the group you teach."

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

   Without stopping, he raised his foot to go.

The tone of    did not show any emotional ups and downs, but it was not arrogant or disdainful, a very light tone.

  Yuan Qian didn't dare to let him leave just like that, and blocked the boy's way again, keenly aware that someone was watching him behind him, with a pleading expression on his back.

   "Boo God... help me."

   (end of this chapter)