The Vicious Supporting Role Only Wants to Debut as Center

Ji Zeyu looked at sister Yun and asked slowly: "What do you want me to do?"

"You need to show charm, including personal charm and stage charm." Sister Yun replied, "In other words, you need to establish a personality that the audience likes in the show and find your own unique typhoon on the stage."

"I can understand the typhoon you said," Ji Zeyu's eyes flashed hesitatingly, "but the artificial...Do I need this kind of thing?"

Sister Yun said in a hurry: "Some people have participated in the draft for several years and still get back to the pan, but some people can get out of the circle as long as they have the lens... Do you know why this is?"

Ji Zeyu was stunned immediately, as if being hit directly by the words of Sister Yun.

"The talent show has something to do with strength and appearance." Sister Yun said inexplicably, "but in my opinion, the most important thing is to show charm, and the personality can help you achieve this quickly."

Ji Zeyu participated in many drafts in his previous life. He has always believed that as long as he has the strength, he can be seen, and he has not thought about this level.

Sister Yun continued: "The company has thought of a few personal settings for you, such as a dark horse, a strong C position, a salty but sweet little prince... what do you think?"

"That's not me." Ji Zeyu said without hesitation, "isn't this kind of artificial setting a lie?"

"As long as the program team has the material, the editor can set it up for you." Sister Yun disagreed, "It's not a lie, after all, you can take care of everything... Of course, if it is before the first performance, I would never say that."

Ji Zeyu shook his head, and refused: "I don't like the characters you mentioned." He is just an ordinary male cannon fodder.

Sister Yun stared at him for a long time, and finally chose to compromise. She said: "You are still the same as before, very stubborn. Since you don't like it, I can take a step back, but I am your agent after all and I am responsible for you."

After pondering for a moment, Sister Yun looked at Ji Zeyu and said: "Well, I will give you two weeks to think about what you attract fans. If there is no result after two weeks, then listen to me."

Ji Zeyu understood that Sister Yun was sincere for her own good, so he pursed his lips, then nodded in agreement.

"I'll give you a suggestion to learn more about other players." Sister Yun said earnestly, "Lu Nanyun has a cold face, but there are a group of fans like it; Wei Yichen acts low-key, but has always been the focus of attention... These are all worthy of your attention. Thinking."

After Sister Yun left, Ji Zeyu kept thinking about what she said.

He never thought about his charm. In his previous life, Ji Zeyu had been immersed in dancing and singing every day. He had no appearance or family background, and he did not dare to ask for personal charm.

As he is used to backing dancers and background boards, he never knows what "stage style" is, and will only do his best to complete his part.

To put it bluntly, Ji Zeyu has not dared to express himself because of the blow of reality.

The words Sister Yun said made him look at himself again.

While resting in the dormitory, Qi Aodong looked at Ji Zeyu's silent appearance and guessed that he must be sad because of the online comments.

"What are you thinking about?" Qi Aodong asked casually, sitting beside Ji Zeyu's bed.

Ji Zeyu was silent for a while, and suddenly asked, "Do you think... what is the charm of Lu Nanyun?"

After asking, Ji Zeyu stared at the ceiling for a long time. He didn't hear Qi Aodong's answer. He couldn't help but looked at him and found that his expression was a little cold.

During this period of time, Ji Zeyu's changes and Qi Aodong were all in his eyes. He thought that Ji Zeyu no longer liked Lu Nanyun, but he didn't expect him to mention it again.

"Miss him?" Qi Aodong said in a strange tone, "hasn't it been a long time since I looked for him? It started again?"

Ji Zeyu was shocked by Qi Aodong's words, and hurriedly sat up, repeatedly denying: "I don't have one, how could I miss him..."

Qi Aodong said coldly: "I don't think he has any charm." The single eyelid, which was already quite cold, seemed to be surrounded by a layer of chill at this moment.

"Okay." Ji Zeyu thought, maybe everyone has a different idea, so he asked: "Then what do you think is Wei Yichen's charm?"

Qi Aodong's expression eased a little, and he replied after a moment: "He is from a prestigious school like Lu Nanyun. His company has set him as a ‘sunshine and handsome engineering tyrant’. Fans prefer this kind of contrasting character design."

Contrast setting?

Ji Zeyu suddenly realized: "I understand!"

"Understand?" Qi Aodong looked at him in confusion, "understand what?"

"It's nothing," Ji Zeyu jumped out of bed excitedly, and suddenly turned his head to look at Qi Aodong, "Aodong, your contrast is quite big, most of the time you are obedient, you looked very cold just now."

Qi Aodong was stunned, and Ji Zeyu had already left the dormitory when he recovered. After a while, he couldn't help but chuckle, his expression softened.

What Ji Zeyu didn't know was that he just said the opposite.

Ji Zeyu, who thought he had mastered the key to charm, found a few people who were fairly acquainted, and asked them what their impressions of him were.

Since the performance, everyone's attitude towards Ji Zeyu has changed. In addition, since he is a topical figure, they have answered his questions seriously.

The answers are varied, but almost everyone mentioned one point: Ji Zeyu looks like a delicate boy.

Exquisite boy?

Ji Zeyu fell into thinking: how to create contrast for a delicate boy?

After a while, he ran to the bathroom and took a long time in the mirror, and suddenly felt that he had found the answer...

In the evening, Ji Zeyu, who put on his tank top and shorts with a shocked look on his roommate, and the bag behind him, asked: "What's wrong with Xiao Ji, what are you doing?"

"Lift the iron." Ji Zeyu waved his hand and headed to the gym prepared by the program group full of ambition.

"What?!" The remaining three people in the dormitory all showed a surprised expression.

In the next few days, Ji Zeyu went to the gym every day to check in on time, and also took Wan Taki with him.

Wan Taki has regarded Ji Zeyu as a god-like figure since the performance, and is naturally willing to accompany him.

Just after the dance practice that day, Wan Taki directly told several people in the same company that he was leaving first.

"What's wrong with you recently?" Lu Nanyun frowned and looked at Wan Long, "Want to be lazy?"

"I'm not lazy!" Wan Taki said aggrievedly, "Xiao Ji asked me to accompany him to lift the iron."

"Huh?" Lu Nanyun showed an expression of disbelief. "His figure...needs to lift an iron?" As he said, he couldn't help but think of the scene of seeing Ji Zeyu lifting the hem of his clothes that night.

Wan Taki said in confusion: "Brother Nan, how do you know what his figure looks like..."

"Ah," Lu Nanyun interrupted him, turning his gaze away, "It's okay, let's go."

After Wan Taki left, Lu Nanyun obviously started to lose his mind. In his impression, Ji Zeyu is not a person who likes to exercise, is it...

He has been blackened because of too many black reviews on the Internet?

Thinking about it this way, Lu Nanyun didn't even notice it, and there was a trace of worry in his heart.

After the dance practice, Lu Nanyun went back to the dormitory and took a shower.

The staff of the program group suddenly came to his door and said to him: "Lu Nanyun, it is your turn to record the brilliant vlog for the next week. This is a camera..."

"Sparkling vlog" is an additional program prepared by the program group to increase exposure to the players.

Lu Nanyun nodded and took the handheld camera while wiping his hair. He put the camera on the table and plans to record again tomorrow.

After a while, Lu Nanyun's gaze suddenly fell on the camera, his eyes thoughtful.

Wan Taki is practicing exercises with Ji Zeyu in the gym. The two of them seem a little abrupt here, because the other boys are stronger than them.

At this moment, a familiar figure suddenly walked in at the door.

Lu Nanyun took the handheld camera and fixed his sights on Wan Taki and Ji Zeyu.

He pretended not to see Ji Zeyu, went straight to Wan Taki, and said to him: "I'm looking for you to record a vlog. I want to record all the people in our company."

Ji Zeyu's movements were obviously stiff.

Wan Long was stunned. He was about to say "Okay" when he suddenly realized that there was someone beside him.

In order to avoid embarrassment, Wan Taki said to Ji Zeyu, "Zeyu, look over there." He stretched his hand to Gu Weicheng who was practicing squats in the corner, "Gu Weicheng has eight pack abs, you go and let him teach. you."

Ji Zeyu hurriedly said, "Really, that's great, I'm just looking for someone to teach me." Then he threw the dumbbells on the ground and left as if he had escaped.

Lu Nanyun's expression froze.

He originally wanted to see Ji Zeyu's current state, and took this opportunity to stretch out an olive branch, saying that he didn't hate him that much, but he didn't expect Wan Taki to drive him away.

"Brother Nan," Wan Long approached Lu Nanyun and whispered, "I know you don't like Xiao Ji, so I took him away. How about it, do I know you well?"

Lu Nanyun fell into a long silence.

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