C44 Got to Get It

After ten minutes or so, the remaining few groups had also finished their performances, and Zeng Yiwen began to comment on the various groups. He probably did not have much patience, so he only commented on the overall performance of each group.

But in the end, he singled out Qiao Lin, "You should all know what happened to Qiao Lin at the rehearsal yesterday afternoon, right? How many of you laughed at him because of his mistakes? But it was only one night, and it showed us his progress. He wasn't doing the best he could today, but he was definitely doing the best he could, and that's what I wanted to see. You've been trainees for some time now, and I've told you a lot, and you know, more or less, that there are many ways to get famous in the showbiz world, but strength is still the key to success, and I don't care how good your backgrounds are, what I want is results. There'll be five characters for you in a TV show the company makes next month, but there are more than twenty people here, and I'll be the one to decide who to choose."

Zeng Yiwen's words made Qiao Lin's heart tremble. To praise him alone like this, he was probably making him hate him.

Was it possible to make these trainees focus on their own matters and stop targeting him? Five spots, more than twenty people would fight to the death for them.

After saying that, Zeng Yiwen did not wait for the others to express their opinions and began to lecture.

The content of Zeng Yiwen's lecture was easy to understand for these trainees who had been trained here for a period of time, and many of them were performing arts students, so these courses were even easier for them.

However, Qiao Lin was different. He had not graduated from high school and had left his textbooks for six or seven years. It was indeed difficult for him to come back to listen to the class now. In order to not fall behind others, he could only hold onto his small notebook and write down whatever Zeng Yiwen said. He even secretly made a recording on his phone, preparing to listen to it when he was resting.

By the time Zeng Yiwen finished his lecture, it was already an hour later. In fact, it was not even ten o'clock in the morning, and the rest of the time was given to the trainees to digest the contents of his lecture and practice.

When Zeng Yiwen left the rehearsal room, he looked at Han Dong and said: "Don't forget what I said before. I will come and check before the noon break."

Then, he turned his gaze to Qiao Lin, who was sitting on the floor with his head lowered, looking at the notes he had just made, "Qiao Lin, come with me."

Zeng Yiwen turned around and walked out of the rehearsal room. Qiao Lin hurriedly got up, put the notebook and pen into his pants pocket and followed him.

Qiao Lin followed Zeng Yiwen to the office at the end of the corridor.

Zeng Yiwen's office was not large, but it was cluttered with a lot of things, and on his desk, which was not very spacious to begin with, all kinds of documents and documents were piled up so high that they almost drowned the computer.

On the sofa across from the desk there were crumpled clothes, whether clean or dirty, and on the coffee table there were ashtrays full of cigarette butts. There were five or six glasses of tea in each of them, but not all at the same time.

Qiao Lin suspected that Zeng Yiwen usually lived in the office and did not like to clean it up. The messiness of this place was even worse than the rented house he used to live in.

As soon as Zeng Yiwen entered the office, he picked out the thickest book from the bookshelf behind his desk and handed it to Qiao Lin.

Qiao Lin saw that it was a mystery novel that had nothing to do with their class, "Teacher Zeng, this book..."

Zeng Yiwen laughed, "This book is not for you to read. Stand by the window and face out."

Qiao Lin was stunned. Didn't Zeng Yiwen praise him in the rehearsal room earlier? Why was he punishing him now? "Teacher Zeng, what did I do wrong?"

"No, didn't I say yesterday that I would make up for what you left behind? This is the first class for the trainees, the Body Class. As an artist, you will often be exposed to the spotlight, so you have to have a good bearing. Hurry up and stand over there, don't waste time." Zeng Yiwen ordered Qiao Lin impatiently, then walked to the sofa and sat down. He put his feet on the coffee table and started to smoke.

The one who had the least manners now was actually him.

Qiao Lin obediently took the book and walked to the window, putting it on his head. From the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling window, he could see that he looked very funny now.

"It's not just standing up. Raise your head, chest out, stomach, and buttocks." As Zeng Yiwen ordered him to adjust his posture, he took out his phone and secretly took a photo of Qiao Lin before sending it to Qin Lang, who was still sleeping at home.

"You have good eyes. Look at your straight legs. It must feel good to have them wrapped around your waist, right? But who is going up and who is going down?" Zeng Yiwen suddenly became interested. In fact, with Qin Lang's personality, it was very obvious who was going up and who was going down, but this person called Qiao Lin did not look like he would be suppressed so easily.

Zeng Yiwen had been hiding his disciple in his heart for many years. He had never been out to fool around, but he had seen pigs run before, even if he had never eaten pork.

This Qiao Lin, on the other hand, looked so hard that it might hurt his teeth if he ate it.

This time, Qin Lang did not sleep very well, so when the WeChat notification rang, he woke up. When he opened WeChat, he immediately saw the photo and the sentence that Zeng Yiwen had sent.

In the photo, Qiao Lin was standing by the window with a thick book on his head.

Qin Lang immediately recognized that the office that was even messier than a kennel belonged to Zeng Yiwen.

"Take your eyes off him." Although Qin Lang knew that Zeng Yiwen had someone he liked and would not have any ideas about Qiao Lin, the fact that the person he liked was being watched by others like this made him very unhappy.

Zeng Yiwen: "Yo, you're so protective that you won't even let me see it? You haven't answered my question yet."

Qin Lang replied with four words, "Mind your own business."

"It seems like you haven't eaten yet? You've already paved the way and sent him to the company, yet he still won't give you any food. Aren't you afraid that he will abandon you after crossing the river?" Zeng Yiwen had been a mentor in the Golden Year for several years, and he had seen a lot. He could not count how many people the company's upper management had forced on him, and how many people had been directly promoted because they had gotten close to the company's upper management. Putting aside true love and those with true strength, there were actually a lot of people who used their bodies as an equivalent exchange.

As for Qin Lang and Qiao Lin's situation, it was likely that Qin Lang was doing a losing business.

Qin Lang was willing and was not afraid that Qiao Lin would burn the bridge after crossing it. Furthermore, he and Qiao Lin had never even started a relationship, so how could he be abandoned? He was determined to get his hands on this person. As long as he could get his hands on him, he would definitely tie him up tightly and throw him away. No way.

There was no need for others to gossip about the matter between him and Qiao Lin.

"Since you have so much free time to worry about my matters, have you settled your disciple's matters?"

Qin Lang's single sentence caused Zeng Yiwen's mood to fall to rock bottom. The matter of his disciple being schemed against and slandered by a woman was easy to deal with, but to capture his disciple's heart was even more difficult than ascending to the heavens.

Zeng Yiwen replied with incomparable sadness, "Let's not mention this matter. We are still good friends."