Chapter 8 Why do you keep bothering me?

"You must hand in your cell phone."

At nine o'clock in the morning, all the trainees gathered on the outdoor playground and let out a series of wails when they heard Fang Canyang announce the news.

"What!"

"I can't leave my phone!"

"Why, why, why, why? My phone! Oh, my phone!"

"Really?"

"Then what is real? Tell me what is real!"

Fang Canyang: "In order to ensure that you can focus on training and not be disturbed by outside noise, you must hand in your mobile phones. This is a strict requirement. Our production team has left phone numbers for your families. If there is any problem, your families will call the production team."

Jin He, wearing a navy blue uniform, stood in the C class line and quietly sent a message to her younger sister after hearing this.

Jin He: My brother is going to hand in his phone, so don't worry if you can't reach me.

Jin Miao: I understand, brother. Take good care of yourself. I will keep an eye on your situation.

Jin He felt something was strange. The show hadn't even aired yet, so how did Xiao Miao know about his situation? Did Xiao Miao have someone in the production team?

Is my sister really that successful?

Jin He was full of questions and placed her phone in the box in front of Fang Canyang.

"Not just cell phones, you have to hand in your tablets too," Fang Canyang shouted from behind him.

"Teacher An." Fang Xiaoke raised her hand and showed her wrist: "Do I have to hand in my smartwatch too? It can't access the internet, it can only make phone calls."

Jin He laughed when she saw it. Where did this adorable child come from? She even has a smartwatch on her wrist. She was already cute, but now she looks even more like a little kid.

Fang Canyang said, "You can keep it yourself."

"Oh well."

"Have you all handed them in?" Fang Canyang asked. "If you get caught, you'll have to do extra practice."

The trainees immediately shook their heads: "We've all paid, we've all paid..."

"Alright, this morning your teacher An and I will be leading you all in a physical education class!" Fang Canyang, dressed in a white tracksuit, stood in front of the students. "You will all be going to be on stage in the future. A show will consume a lot of energy. Yesterday, your teacher An noticed that you were still short of breath when you were singing live. If you have to hold a concert for several hours in the future, you definitely won't be able to keep going."

"So this morning, we'll start with a warm-up session over these two hours."

"Everyone, warm up by walking one kilometer around the track!"

"ah?!"

Jin He silently took half a step back from the crowd.

How many, how far?

Without giving Jin He time to refuse, Class A led the way, and everyone quickly formed a circle around the entire playground. Jin He hesitated, saying that in this program, he wanted to avoid attracting attention as much as possible, preferably so that no one would notice him and he could be eliminated and retired as soon as possible.

At this point, he said he couldn't escape, and he even told Fang Canyang that the production team definitely wouldn't miss any of Fang Canyang's shots, so he would be included in the final cut.

The doctor also said that moderate exercise is beneficial for cardiopulmonary health.

Then I'll just run slowly behind the group, it should be fine.

Jin He started slowly, jogging leisurely behind the group. After one lap, he was panting like a broken bellows. The people who were originally planning to slack off looked at him strangely when they heard Jin He's panting.

No, this guy's acting is way too convincing.

I'm so afraid he'll die after us.

Jin He: "..."

What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen someone with poor physical strength?

When I was young, my physical strength was miles ahead of yours!

After running the first lap, Jin He already felt his legs go weak. He hadn't done any strenuous exercise in three years, and his heart was pounding wildly, as if it was going to jump out of his throat.

Just as the second lap began, he felt a light tap on his back. When he turned around, he saw a boy in a navy blue uniform, wearing a black mask and a baseball cap. His appearance and behavior were very strange. The boy whispered to him, "Can you still keep going? Or should we go and rest?"

Jin He: "!!!"

That voice sounds so familiar!

“You can go and tell Fang Canyang that I gave them advance notice and that it’s okay for members to rest if their physical condition doesn’t allow it. After all, not everyone is suited for aerobic exercise, so it’s understandable if you feel a little weak.”

Jin He: "..."

That damn guy really can't say anything nice!

Jin He almost instantly exploded, panting as she said, "You, you, you, look down on, who, ah..."

"The sound of your breathing is frightening."

Jin He then realized that the group of slackers who had always been lagging behind had all run away, and he couldn't help but feel speechless.

"Are you sick?" the man asked.

"Mind your own business, mind your own business." Jin He glared at him, though her gaze lacked its usual intimidating power due to exhaustion. "Mind your own business, mind your own business... I'm perfectly healthy."

"Saying a few nice words won't kill you," he said. "What's wrong with you giving in a little?"

"Get out."

An Yi was scolded by Jin He and disappeared from the running group without realizing it. Five minutes later, he changed his clothes and stood next to Fang Canyang looking all respectable. By then, all the other members had finished running and were standing there, bent over, panting heavily, groaning. Only a few people had finished running and were stretching, still looking perfectly normal.

Jin He's face was no longer that of a living person. While others' faces would be flushed after running, his face was deathly pale. He leaned against the safety netting of the track and coughed repeatedly.

"It's only a thousand meters, everyone. What will you do on stage with this kind of stamina?" Fang Canyang blew his whistle. "Wen Lian, lead everyone in some stretching. We'll get ready for frog jumps in a bit."

"OK."

Jin He waited quietly for the black fog in front of him to dissipate. Running a thousand meters was already his limit; if he did any more frog jumps, he would probably be taken away by an ambulance.

He wanted to run away; he didn't want to record anymore. There was no need for him to risk his life for that damn company.

But the penalty for breach of contract...

"Jin He, are you alright?" Wen Lian walked up to him and asked.

Jin He shook her head, panting, and kept pounding her chest with her fist: "You, you go do your thing."

Wen Lian deliberately stretched the stretching time out, and by the time they were ready to do frog jumps, Jin He's breathing had calmed down considerably and she was no longer panting so heavily.

So Jin He followed the group and did squats and slacks, since there were several other people doing it with him, and since there were many of them, he wouldn't be the one to be blamed.

An Yi glanced at the few people slacking off at the back of the line, and the veins on his forehead throbbed. He picked up his water bottle and poured himself a large glass of water. For once, Teacher An was blind.

An Yi didn't say anything, and Fang Canyang couldn't very well teach those slackers a lesson, so he just turned a blind eye and let Jin He get away with the physical training.

"Now you all have fifteen minutes to rest. After that, we'll go to the practice room to prepare for learning the theme song. The lyrics and sheet music will be sent to you by the staff in a bit," An Yi said. "Take a good rest, and we'll see you in the vocal studio later."

Jin He walked to the corner of the playground, picked up her thermos, and saw the crowd disperse, knowing that this part was finally coming to an end.

tired.

Why is living so tiring?

He patted his chest and found a clean spot to sit down. The water in the thermos was at the perfect temperature. Jin He was a little puzzled because he had poured too much cold water in this morning, and the water in the thermos should have been lukewarm.

It tastes just warm now, the temperature is perfect, you can drink it after blowing on it.

He took two more sips, still wondering, when suddenly a hand reached out in front of him. A clean, white hand held a red date candy. Jin He looked down the arm and saw An Yi standing in front of him. An Yi asked, "Do you want some?"

Jin He: "..."

Why is he clinging to me like a ghost?