You Don’t Understand The Pain Of Being Popular

Speaking of this, Mu Taozhi was very confident: “Didn’t Yao Bianliang say that she would arrive in the training room at seven o’clock in the morning? Then we will start training earlier at six-thirty!”

Only then did He Yanning understand what he said.

No wonder Mu Taozhi was so active today, it was because of this reason.

The two came all the way to the door of the practice room, Mu Taozhi took the lead, apparently in high spirits.

He Yanning followed behind him, seeing that he stopped suddenly, he couldn't help being a little puzzled: "Why did you stop?"

Mu Taozhi stopped in place without speaking.

He Yanning's sleepy mind finally woke up. He raised his eyes and looked at the building in front of him—

well, the gate hadn't been opened yet.

Since it was still early, Building A-2 was empty. The lights were off, and in the dim light, one could vaguely see that the glass door was locked, and they couldn't get in at all.

"The door was locked?" Mu Taozhi was depressed.

He had calculated thousands of times and thought of many possibilities, but he had never thought of this situation.

He Yanning was also speechless. After thinking for a while, he lowered his head and sent a message to the staff: "I'll send a message to ask if anyone is willing to open the door for us."

Indeed, that's the only way to go.

Mu Taozhi randomly found a bench on the aisle and sat down discouraged.

"Tap, tap, tap"

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps from the other end of the corridor, and the two turned their heads to look, only to find that Yao Bianliang was also walking this way with the script.

"You guys arrived so early." Yao Bianliang was a little surprised.

She originally thought that the other party would arrive at seven o'clock. She never thought that they were more active than she imagined, and they arrived at half past six.

Mu Taozhi looked at Yao Bianliang, and secretly complained in his heart.

This woman was indeed quite scheming.

It was agreed to meet at seven o'clock, but she came at six thirty.

Wasn't this just trying to work harder behind their backs?

This was too hateful.

"It's not too early for you." Mu Taozhi sneered.

Yao Bianliang ignored Mu Taozhi's yin and yang meaning, walked up to him, and said puzzledly, "Why don't you turn on the light? You're still sitting outside and don't go in."

"We're waiting for the staff from the program team to come and open the door," Mu Taozhi said Shrugging, turning her head to look at the glass door close at hand: "The door hasn't been opened yet, do you have the key?"

Yao Bianliang paused: "What?"

She turned her head slowly, looking at the closed door next to her and fell into silence.

She still remembered that when she was training in the company in her previous life, she often got up at three or five in the morning and practiced acting until late at night.

The company's practice room could be entered at any time, so Yao Bianliang never consider that the practice room was not open yet.

She miscalculated, she didn't expect that this variety show, from the program group to the contestants, was so Buddhist.