Hands tightly clenched fists, this is a great shame in his life!
“Argun you have balls.”
Hugh muttered through his teeth, then he looked at the door with a grimace.
“Wait for me, if I don’t get you killed, my name isn’t Hugh!”
…
Klara was in a good mood and cleaned up her dormitory before she reported to class at ease.
Each of the six classes has its own classroom, and they practice in their own classroom every day.
The task now is for them to learn the show’s theme song.
This show has a different theme song every season, and this season, because of Kit, a big name producer was hired to write and compose the song specifically.
So all contestants had to learn the dance and song of the theme song and finally submit a video of themselves as a material for the trial.
And the judges will re-rate the grade based on the quality of the short video this time.
This is the only chance the show still has to turn around, and there will be no more ups and downs after this rating.
Since the electronic devices have all been put away, Klara can’t keep an eye on her online popularity either.
But probably able to guess, after all, their own votes have fallen off after the scandalous hype.
But she can’t fall here, she must get the top 20 to see Kit, so she must rely on this time to fight a beautiful turnaround.
Only by this short video can we attract fans.
Thinking of this Klara felt that she could not delay any longer and immediately headed to the dance studio to prepare for practice.
And as she arrived at the classroom, she found that the contestants were actually already here.
But in just a few hours, Hugh had clearly become the head of the class, with several boys squatting in the corner, talking and laughing.
Only Klara’s arrival broke the harmony, as she stepped into the classroom on the first foot and the classroom was already quiet on the second.
But Klara wasn’t even going to bother with these people, she just found her locker to get her uniform.
This is also stipulated by the program, and in all the shots, they will wear the uniform issued by the program.
The colors of the uniforms are naturally different. The better the class, naturally the most orthodox colors are used, while classes like theirs that hang around can only use dull colors.
It is a gray without color.
This outfit will always remind you that you are the worst one, and is also considered a disguised incentive for the trainees.
The clothes are customized according to height and weight, so the clothes are also labeled with everyone’s name.
Although the clothes were delivered long ago, the boys were too busy laughing and joking to get them.
So Klara was the first one to pick out the clothes. After half a day of plowing through the pile, Klara saw the gray sweater with her name on it.
She struggled to pull it out of the pile of clothes, but soon caught a pungent smell.
The smell was also coming from her clothes.
She also has a very keen sense of smell in this world, plus she has eaten the fruit borne within the Soul Stone boundary herself, and her senses are even sharper this time of year.
Although the smell is very light, but in her smell is very pungent.
It is a smell of strong glue.
Klara realized that the clothes might have been tampered with, and she subconsciously looked up into the corner of the classroom.
As expected, the boys who were just laughing and joking, somehow quieted down long ago, and at this time are sneaking around looking at her here.
They were originally staring at Klara and the clothes in her hands with dead eyes, until Klara’s eyes made contact with them, and then they lowered their heads in panic.
Keep pretending to chat up.
Klara couldn’t help but sneer when she saw this look on their faces.
These little boys are really a no-brainer.
So she motionlessly ripped the tag off her dress and quickly swapped it with Hugh’s one.
Then he stood up with Hugh’s clothes, which were labeled with his own name.
She was in no hurry to put on the dress, but just hitched it aside and started doing stretches.
The group of boys looked at her with this leisurely look, and although they were anxious in their hearts, they could not say anything.
It wasn’t until this time that the assistant finally came in and he clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention.
“Everyone, if you’re all there, get your clothes and get ready to train, even during training, the cameras will be on, and there will be editing and broadcasting later, so I hope you can pay attention to your image!”
After saying that the assistant went out the door, the boys depressed and began to look for their own clothes.
“Hugh, look if this dress is a little small for you!”
One of the boys found the shirt with Hugh’s name on it first, but he shook it suspiciously.
“No small, no small, I’m tall!”
Hugh replied casually, then took the clothes, looked at Klara still not wearing, mouth depressed cursed, hooded his head and put on his own clothes.
“Crap-”
It was soon followed by an angry scolding, and everyone was startled and rushed to look up to Hugh who was throwing a tantrum.
He was dressing normally, but it seemed to be stuck in something, and he couldn’t break free of that dress even after struggling violently.
The people next to him tried to help peel the clothes off his body, but the clothes were tightly attached to his head, and everyone casually moved to make him scream in pain.
“Don’t pull so hard! My scalp is about to fall off!”
Hugh ungratefully continued to scold angrily, several boys then face to face to let go of the clothes.
Hugh sat down in discouragement.
Finally or one of the boys ran back to the dormitory to bring scissors, everyone three times to the hair attached to the clothes were cut, which rescued him from the clothes.
Finally broke free of this dress, Hugh sat on the floor gasping for breath, originally spent a lot of money to do the look, this time was also ripped to a mess.
The hair was even cut in a messy way, it was impossible to see.
Hugh scuffed up and opened his mouth to curse.
“Argun you bitch did you change your clothes secretly?”
Klara then looked up with a sigh of relief, she was wearing Hugh’s sweatshirt by this time.
“And who are you to say that I changed it?”
“If not you, who else could it be? This dress with glue is obviously yours!”
Klara couldn’t help but snicker, this is too much of a non-starter.
“What do you mean by that?”
Klara was clearly just sitting lazily on the floor, but it was obvious to everyone that she was really angry and extremely intimidating for a while.
“You said only my clothes had glue in them? And how do you know that? What? Did you apply it yourself?”