No matter how good the acting skills were, as long as there was no traffic, you could only be an 18th-line;
But if there was traffic, no matter how bad the acting was, fans will bought it.
Comparing the two, any fool knew how to choose.
"Tomorrow afternoon, the program group will hold a group event, and we just need to perform well," the roommate analyzed with reason, "Isn't this better than working hard during training?"
Another person also expressed strong agreement: "Everyone's progress is much slower than that of the No. 6 group. It makes no sense just because the no. 6 group has worked hard, and we also have to work hard." After he finished speaking, his eyes turned to Zhang Zeming: "By the way, how about you, brother Zhang?"
Several roommates also looked over.
Zhang Zeming moved his lips. He originally wanted to say that he planned to go to the training room to practice at six o'clock tomorrow morning.
But facing the situation at this time, he silently swallowed the words back.
No, he couldn't speak out about what he really thought.
What if everyone changed their minds after hearing his words and went to the training room early in the morning like him?
He got up early to consolidate his hard-working personality.
What kind of hard worker was he if everyone woke up early with him?
It was best not to reveal the slightest word about this matter. It was a good thing if you could keep it a secret.
The other people in the dormitory were not in the same group as him, as long as he moved carefully when he woke up early, they might not find out.
In of everyone, Zhang Zeming swallowed his words.
He heard his own voice calmly say: "Of course. It's winter, who wants to get up so early?"
In the early morning of the next day, Zhang Zeming got up early.
This time he didn't sleep well, he opened his eyes in a daze before dawn, forced himself to get out of the warm blanket, and got up from the bed.
He had a hard worker personality, so he had to get up early. If others got up early, he could only get up earlier.
He couldn't fall down!
After washing in the dark, Zhang Zeming put his bag on his back and opened the door of the dormitory lightly.
To be honest, this feeling of secretly working hard behind other people's backs was quite new.
The light in the corridor was relatively dim, and Zhang Zeming didn't dare to walk too fast, so he could only move forward slowly in the dark.
Vaguely, he seemed to hear footsteps on the other side, and they were getting closer and closer to him.
"Who?" Zhang Zeming turned his head, and he saw a very familiar face.
The person who came was Xiao Wei who threatened yesterday that "whoever gets up early is a fool."
"Are you... brother Zhang?" Xiao Wei also looked at Zhang Zeming who said in public that "I won't get up early in winter".
Their eyes met, and there was a dead silence.