You Don’t Understand The Pain Of Being Popular

The light was on in the room, Yao Bianliang seemed too tired, and was lying on the table, in front of her was a thick notebook, full of notes she made.

Mu Taozhi gritted his teeth: "I thought she was leaving at the same time as us, but I didn't expect that she was secretly working behind our backs!"

He Yanning looked at Yao Bianliang's back lying on the table, and frowned slightly: "It's already one o'clock in the morning, she sleeps so late, can she survive?"

"Our acting skills have improved rapidly these days, she must be in a hurry," Mu Taozhi said firmly, "Otherwise, how could she not sleep at night, and still work hard here in secret?"

Mu Taozhi looked at Yao Bianliang's figure and clenched his hands slightly.

This Yao Bianliang really wanted to lower their vigilance, and then secretly worked hard to trample them down during the PK on the stage.

He Yanning pondered for a moment and felt that Mu Taozhi's conclusion was reasonable.

He couldn't help but have a toothache.

The contestant Yao Bianliang was really the hardest-working actor he had ever seen!

He really didn't understand why this person always had infinite energy.

To be assigned to a group with this kind of person was really tiring.

"Maybe, she is researching ways to target us right now, trying to suppress the show so that we can't perform normally." Mu Taozhi thought for a while, then speculated.

He Yanning shook his head and said in a low voice: "Okay, this has nothing to do with us. Let's get out as soon as we get the key."

It was already very late, and both of them were a little tired. They just wanted to go back to the dormitory to rest early.

They didn't intend to wake up Yao Bianliang, they walked lightly and went straight to the key left in the room.

Perhaps out of curiosity, when passing by Yao Bianliang, Mu Taozhi turned his eyes slightly and landed on the table in front of Yao Bianliang.

In the middle, lay a notebook full of words.

Was this what she was thinking about secretly?

Mu Taozhi muttered silently in his heart.

I have to say that Yao Bianliang wrote a neat line. The handwriting was clean and neat, and the strokes were faintly sharp. Although there were many words, they didn't look messy at all.

On the corner of the book was slightly raised, and the paper was a bit messy, which was obviously the result of frequent flipping and writing.

Mu Taozhi just glanced casually. Under the dim light, the dense text was not very clear.

However, the key points marked with a red pen were very conspicuous.

After seeing the above content clearly, his eyes suddenly focused, and his footsteps also stopped.

Wait, she wrote this...