In the early hours of the morning, the practice room was brightly lit. Most people had returned to the dormitory to rest, but there were still people practicing.

"Stop, stop, this place, raise your hand, yes, you have to reach this position …"

Anyang adjusted his hand position according to the other party's instructions, then continued to follow the rhythm.

"And here, move faster, step on this spot."

"Okay."

After adjusting the details, Jung Ho-seok led Anyang to complete the dance that they had just learned that day, and finally announced the end of today's practice.

Anyang rolled on the ground, so tired that he couldn't even move a finger. A whole five hours of dance practice was really exhausting.

Jung Ho-seok kicked him lightly and asked him to get up and massage his calf.

Anyang climbed to the wall with difficulty and sat up, looking up and panting. Looking at Jung Ho-seok drinking water in the mirror, he said coldly, "You've become much fairer."

Jung Ho-seok sat next to Anyang and handed him the water, "Me?"

"Yes, when you first came, you were quite dark. I thought you were some big brother from Africa."

The person who was called "big brother from Africa" couldn't help but laugh and retorted, "You're exaggerating. Now I've become fairer because I've been in the practice room all day. Brother Yoon, and you, you've always been fairer."

"Of course, I'm a natural beauty."

Jung Ho-seok couldn't help laughing, "What's wrong with you?

Don't you blush? "

The two laughed for a while, thinking about when they first entered the company. Time passed too quickly, and they unknowingly became the seniors of the company.

"When I first came in, I was really nervous and scared. Everyone is a rapper and can compose songs, but I only know how to dance.

Dance is my pride, but it's useless here. In order to catch up with everyone, I had to learn rap, which I've never touched before. Starting from scratch is really stressful. "

"Looking at Brother Yoon and Nam Joon skillfully operating the composing equipment, it didn't take them long to come up with a very good demo, while I can only come up with fragments of tuneless parts. I feel like I can't do anything well."

"Sometimes, I wonder why I came all the way from Guangzhou to Seoul by myself."

Anyang listened to him quietly. He smiled and touched his hair. "Wuli Ho-seok, are you acting coquettishly?"

"Mo?"

"Are you acting coquettishly because you feel tired?"

"What?" Jung Ho-seok smiled speechlessly. "You're two months younger than me."

"What's wrong with being two months younger?

Weren't they relatives from the same year?

Look at me, I'm a dabbler in rap. As for dance, I'm best at modern dance, which has nothing to do with hippop. I learned some popping from Brother Ye when I was young. As for vocal, it's not as unique as Jiuguo and Shujin Ge's voices … "

Jung Ho-seok couldn't help but interrupt him. "Is your voice considered unique?"

"Wow, then you're from an underground dance troupe, so you're saying you can't do anything?"

The two of them stared at each other for a while, then laughed foolishly.

"So, my presence makes you feel more relaxed?

And Shujin Ge and Nam Joon, they can help you regain your pride in dance. "

"Ah, Shujin Ge and Nam Joon …" Jung Ho-seok had a headache just thinking about the dance line. "You promised to teach Shujin Ge before."

Anyang also started to have a headache. How could he have known that his brother was useless at dancing when he was boasting?

In the beginning, An Yang and Zheng Haoxi were teaching them seriously. Then, the more Zheng Haoxi taught, the more serious his expression became. An Yang, on the other hand, wanted to laugh more and more. He used his face to dance with a sincere face and stiff hands and feet to do the traffic dance, which really made him laugh. He took a few deep breaths and almost did a set of Tai Chi to calm himself down. However, he still couldn't help but squat on the ground and laugh while covering his face.

Jung Ho-seok, who was originally pulling a long face, was also affected. In the end, the four of them laughed so hard that they couldn't even dance anymore. Anyang was almost kicked out of the "poverty alleviation" group because of this. Now, he was wearing a mask to teach the dance line.

The two of them who were in the same boat sighed at the same time.

"Oh, by the way, Brother Yoon even praised you for the demo you made previously and told me to learn more."

"Mine?

The one that I changed so many times? "

"Yeah, isn't it pretty good? You even went to the underground stage and sang 'Eight Rivers and Mountains'. Wasn't the response very good?

Have some confidence in yourself, dear friend. "

Anyang said as he gave him a bear hug and shouted at the top of his voice, "Come, little angel Anyang will give you love and courage."

Jung Ho-seok leaned his head on Anyang's shoulder and laughed with disdain, "What, it's all sweaty and stinky."

"… If you dislike it so much, then don't hug me so tightly →

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After resting for a while, the two of them prepared to go back to the dormitory. Anyang took out his phone and was about to ask if they wanted to eat supper when the door of the practice room suddenly opened with a bang. The two of them were startled and turned around to see Kim Nam-joon.

"What are you doing, seriously."

"Brother Yoon isn't here?"

Looking at Kim Nam-joon's serious face, Anyang felt that something was wrong, "What's the matter?

I thought Brother Yoon was in the studio with you. "

"No, I thought he was in the practice room."

Jung Ho-seok and Anyang looked at each other, "No, brother didn't come to the practice room. We've been here the whole time."

"Did he go back to the dormitory?

Let's go to the dormitory first. "

In the dormitory, Anyang quietly walked to Min Yoon-ki's bed and reached out to touch the bed. There was no one on it and there was no body temperature, so he returned to the living room.

"Have you called your brother?"

"I called before, but he said he had something to do and would be late," Kim Nam-joon scratched his head in annoyance, "I was composing and didn't pay attention to the time. I called him now, but he's not answering."

"Let's go out and look for him."

In the end, when they walked to the stairwell, they happened to meet Min Yoon-ki. He was originally standing against the wall, but when he saw his brothers coming down, he suddenly stood up straight.

Anyang keenly felt that something was wrong, but the light was too dim and he couldn't see his brother's expression. When he asked where he went, he was vaguely taken away.

As soon as they entered the dormitory, Min Yoon-ki strode to the room. Anyang wanted to stop him, but when he grabbed his wrist, he was violently flung away. Before he could react, he saw his brother fall to the ground, holding his shoulder with a painful expression.

The few of them were scared and at a loss. They hurriedly helped Min Yoon-ki up and called a car to the hospital.

Two hours later, Nam Joon and Ho-seok went to get medicine. Anyang sat in the hospital corridor staring at the diagnosis in a daze. Min Yoon-ki was wrapped in bandages, leaning on his brother's shoulder and resting with his eyes closed.

Anyang called out, "Brother." After getting a response, he didn't know what to say.

He wanted to ask if he secretly went out to work like he did before.

Did he come home so late every night?

Was the days of working very tiring?

Did he encounter fierce customers and feel wronged like he did?

It wasn't tiring to rack his brain to write a song in the studio. It wasn't tiring to revise the lyrics homework that was criticized by the teacher over and over again. It wasn't tiring to practice dancing for five or six hours in the practice room. Even when he saw the tiredness on Ho-seok's face, Anyang didn't think it was tiring. But when he saw his brother collapse, he suddenly felt very tired.

Min Yoon-ki heard Anyang's shout and didn't respond. When he looked up, he saw that he was quietly crying. He frowned and helped the little crybaby wipe his tears. In a hoarse voice, he asked, "What's wrong?

Why are you crying? "

Anyang shook his head and didn't say anything.

When they reached the dormitory, Anyang didn't say a word. He just silently helped his brother take a bath.

Min Yoon-ki was tired and sleepy. As soon as he hit the bed, he fell asleep and didn't have time to ask him again.