This Damned Thirst for Survival

Jiang Luo ignores this comment and looks at the bed beneath Fu Wei.

The room was a bunk bed and housed four people. The bunk beneath Fu Wei is empty, and the name of one of the three deceased trainees is affixed to the wooden frame.

The assistant took Jiang Luo over, but the bed was so tightly covered by a pair of long legs that he had to bend over and get under Fu Wei’s feet to get in.

Jiang Luo looked up at Fu Wei , “You’re blocking my bed.”

The angle is not good, running from bottom to top, over Fu Wei’s triangle to the knot of Fu Wei’s chest and throat, undulating like a nest. The man is at liberty to look down at Jiang Luo, the smoke drifting from his lips to the top of Jiang Luo’s head, and when he has seen enough, he slowly and deliberately withdraws his legs and steps on the bars of the bed.

Jiang Luo throws his bag on the bed and his eyes glance around the room.

There was a camera in the room, but it was covered by a shirt. The assistant rambled on about Fu Wei, so worried that he wanted to lose his hair, “Fu Wei, can you be more careful about the impact? You’re smoking and drinking in front of the cameras, what if you get edited out again and more people shout at you to quit?”

Fu Wei, slightly impatient, shook his cigarette ash: “Then turn off the camera.”

Jiang Luo could tell from his attitude that Fu Wei was a big part of ‘Next Stop, Idol’.

If Fu Wei really withdraws, Next Stop Idol will probably collapse immediately.

There were people in the dormitory and the assistant couldn’t say anything to Jiang Luo, “Then you can stay here and come to me if you need anything afterwards.”

Jiang Luo : “Good.”

With the assistant gone, Jiang Luo tidies up the bed. Standing next to the bed looking at the name tag attached to the wooden frame.

The original owner of this bed was called ” Chen Lezhi “.

Jiang Luo remembers that Chen Lezhi ranked quite highly in Next Stop, Idol. He has a good memory and can still recall the voting list from the first broadcast.

In the first episode of Next Stop Idol, Chen Lezhi was not bad looking, but he made a mistake on stage, but he was so funny that Duan Zi opened his mouth and the audience remembered him, and Chen Lezhi was stuck in the debut position.

A total of eight people will debut in this show.

Speaking of which, the other two practitioners who died were also ranked quite highly, both hovering around the debut position.

Fu Wei got out of bed and went to sit at his desk. The dormitory, which was already small, became even more crowded. Fu Wei was tall and aggressive, and in just a few moments Jiang Luo could see that he was not approachable.

Jiang Luo is not really here to participate in the talent show, he doesn’t want to have any in-depth communication with 1, but he knows Chen Lezhi since he and Chen Lezhi are housemates.

“Hello,” Jiang Luo saw Fu Wei looking at him and pointed back at the bed, “the person who used to live in this bed was called Chen Lezhi, right, did you know him well?”

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Fu Wei : “What do you want to ask.”

“Just curious as to why he withdrew,” Jiang Luo said, “You’re housemates, was there anything wrong with him before he withdrew?”

“You’re asking the wrong person,” Fu Wei turned back lazily, looking disinterestedly at the score in his hand, “I don’t care why he dropped out, why would I care about him.”

Jiang Luo looked at him, Fu Wei was not lying.

The voices of Lu Youyi and Ye Xun came from outside the door, ” Jiang Luo .”

Jiang Luo is out the door.

Ye Xun and the two of them also asked their housemates about the three dead trainers and more or less learned something. The three dead trainees all had one thing in common, they were not very strong, but they were very popular with the audience.

“Audience appeal is a mysterious thing, not having strength but having audience appeal sounds like it would be easy to be indignant and jealous.” Jiang Luo is thoughtful.

There are countless celebrities who go to Tian Shifu every day to be popular, and it is likely that this mission has something to do with that.

Who has the most to lose by not airing the show? Common sense would dictate that it would be the trainers who have yet to make their debut.

It would make sense if the culprit was really human. But the bizarre events that have happened on the show don’t seem like something a human could make happen.

Jiang Luo’s mouth was dry and he went to a vending machine and bought a bottle of mineral water, “Going to see the studio tonight?”

Ye Xun and Lu Youyi naturally have no problem with this.

After dinner, Jiang Luo went back to his dormitory. By now most of the trainees had returned, and word of Jiang Luo’s trio spread quickly, and he felt more than a few curious or unfriendly glances as he walked through the corridor.

Not many people can put on a harmonious face to a strong competitor who has been parachuted in.

Jiang Luo suddenly thought that being hated was a way out.

In the same vein as the dead trainee, the killer behind the scene clearly doesn’t like vases that don’t live up to their name. And Jiang Luo, the three of them, can draw charms, hunt ghosts and read feng shui, but sing and dance? Does radio gymnastics count?

They are also referred to here as “waste vases” and are a disliked presence.

Jiang Luo walks up to the door of the dormitory and he hears the voices of several people coming from inside. He pushed open the door and there were two people, both raw faces, sitting at the desk.

These two boys are cute and fresh looking, not at all in the same genre as Fu Wei. They looked at Jiang Luo with a look of amazement, and the brown-haired boy said, “Wow, you’re good-looking.”

“By the way, your name is ……” he subconsciously looked towards Jiang Luo’s bed, but smiled awkwardly when he saw that the name tag still ” Chen Lezhi” was attached to the side of the bed. “Sorry, what’s your name?”

Jiang Luo surveyed them without a trace, “My name is Jiang Huan.”

“Which river, which lax?”

Jiang Luo touched a signature pen from the table and wrote the words “Jiang Huan” underneath ” Chen Lezhi” on the name tag next to the bed.

The handwriting flew, Jiang Luo put the cap on the pen, dotted the three words ” Chen Lezhi” and casually said, “By the way, do you know why he withdrew from the competition?”

He laughed, “I was quite surprised when I got the notice to fill the seat.”

The two boys looked at each other, “We were quite surprised too.”

” Chen Lezhi and we got along pretty well, except,” one boy’s eyes glanced vaguely into the bathroom, “…… He also said he was going to lose weight during the taping, and we didn’t even think he’d drop out. .”

Jiang Luo was right past him and he followed it with a glance into the bathroom where a tall shadow loomed by the door.

Chen Lezhi and Fu Wei have a bad relationship?

The other tugged at the brown-haired boy’s shirt, gesturing for him to stop.

Jiang Luo looked at the names labelled on their clothes, the brown-haired one was Zhang Cheng and the round-faced one was Zhao Ban.

These two are good, rated above Chen Lezhi, but the audience vote is below Chen Lezhi.

“I’m late to the party, the show is already on the air,” Jiang Luo said slowly, eyes downcast, “it’s been very well received, I remember you guys and you’re ranking high.”

Zhang Cheng’s face lit up with joy as he said, “Really?!”

Zhao Ban’s face also looked happy, but he quickly suppressed it and whispered to Jiang Luo, “The director won’t let us talk about it, so don’t say anything.

Of course it didn’t go up, but Jiang Luo couldn’t possibly tell the truth, “It all went up.”

He leaned on the table, his back to the camera, “You guys put in a little more effort and you’ll be in and out of the lane. But the most popular one is ……” he glanced at Fu Wei’s bunk, the corners of his mouth tugging up, not letting go of the subtle expressions on both boys’ faces, “This one. The votes are broken and the numbers look scary.”

Zhang Cheng and Zhao Ban stopped talking, clearly anticipating Fu Wei’s popularity.

“Smoking and drinking and people like it?” Zhang Cheng muttered, so quietly that Jiang Luo almost didn’t hear him.

They both didn’t like Fu Wei very much either.

Jiang Luo was about to say something else when the bathroom door opened and Fu Wei came out of it.

He is shirtless, topless. His muscles are smooth and tight, Fu Wei’s hair hangs damply on his forehead, his eyelids are loosely half-closed and his trousers are unfastened, a circle of white panty edges showing, with a touch of sensuality.

Very manly.

Jealousy flashed in Zhang Cheng’s eyes as he kindly reminded, ” Fu Wei , why are you out without a top?”

Fu Wei glanced up towards the camera, his brow furrowed and the displeasure in his voice easily caught, “Why is the shirt I covered the camera with missing?”

Zhang Cheng and Zhao Ban look embarrassed and they don’t say anything else.

There are edited videos of dormitory life too, others hate to have more footage, who would cover up the camera. They ripped their clothes off as soon as they came back, and although they knew Fu Wei was in the shower, they didn’t expect Fu Wei to just walk out.

Fu Wei tugged at his lips and lifted his eyes to look at Zhang Cheng for a few moments before turning back into the bathroom.

Zhang Cheng and the two of them held their breath for a few seconds, and Jiang Luo couldn’t help but laugh at their performance.

Only after the two young boys looked at him strangely did he stifle a laugh and shake his hand, “Nothing, I just remembered a joke out of the blue.”

He got up and walked over to the bed, as if he was looking for his clothes, but in fact he was rummaging for his Fu Lu.

Holding Fu Lu in his clothes, Jiang Luo also went into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Fu Wei is already dressed, his white T-shirt clinging to his body in a slightly clammy state. The bathroom is hot, the floor tiles are damp and the mirror is covered in a white mist.

Fu Wei heard the voice and glanced at Jiang Luo. The dark-haired young man’s lips were the crimson of a smile, Fu Wei threw the empty cigarette case in the bin and saw the clothes Jiang Luo was holding in his arms, “No hot water now.”

I have to say, Fu Wei’s voice is really catchy. Jiang Luo said, “Oh, I’ll go to the toilet.”

Fu Wei lit his cigarette, he himself had no intention of leaving.

Jiang Luo turned on his heel and opened the bathroom window, “Sorry, I can’t smell smoke.”

He looked back at Fu Wei with a deliberately condescending air of provocation, “The bathroom is a public place, so watch it.”

The relationship between Chen Lezhi and Fu Wei was not good.

Chen Lezhi died.

All the people here are suspicious, and the killer is not necessarily a ghost, but could be the person who is indicating it. Fu Wei is also suspicious, and Jiang Luo wants to provoke him to see how he will behave.

Fu Wei pressed out his cigarette and looked at Jiang Luo.

The dark-haired young man’s expression was provocative, and he was smart enough to know what kind of expressions would most inflame a man like Fu Wei. Fu Wei’s eyes darkened as he looked meaningfully at Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo trailed off and said what his assistant had said in the morning that made Fu Wei impatient, “This is a recording of a programme, why are you here as an idol when you have so many bad habits? If you want to lead young people astray, I suggest you become an actor on the Rule of Law Channel.”

Fu Wei finally moved and he approached Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo stands still and waits for him.

When Fu Wei gets in front of Jiang Luo, he suddenly reaches out and clutches Jiang Luo’s collar, pulling the young man hard to himself, the smell of tobacco on his nostrils pulsing through him.

“You can’t smell it,” he said, “so smell it more and let yourself get used to it.”