Ye Feili walked out of the infirmary with a stick of ointment in his hand, and then walked into the hotel door.

He walked to the elevator, and the number displayed on the elevator was fourteen. He pressed the up arrow twice hard, and before the number jumped to thirteen, he turned around and walked quickly towards the stairs.

After going up to the fifth floor, Ye Feili found a room. There was a piece of paper on the door of the room with the word Nalan Yu written on it. He raised his hand and was about to knock on the door when a familiar figure appeared.

A male voice came from the door.

"You don't have to feel embarrassed. When we first debuted, we were all the same as you."

"Jiang Yuxuan, it's okay. You don't need to comfort me. You are all professionals from the Academy of Performing Arts, and I am just an untalented layman who was dragged in halfway." Nalan Yu's voice was calm, and he did not show his depression.

emotions.

"Haha..." Jiang Yuxuan chuckled, "How can we be professional? If I tell you about Feili and me, you will probably think that I am making up stories to lie to you. So, let me tell you about Guangxi's past.

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"Guangxi? The third tfb member? Speaking of which, he has not shown up these days." Nalanyu said.

"Yeah. He went to France, and it will take about two weeks to come back." Jiang Yuxuan replied, and then started to talk about Guangxi's first filming experience.

"Guangxi is usually very active and his behavior is very exaggerated. However, when he took the poster for the first time, his movements were stiff and he couldn't take any good photos for three days. At that time, the photographer had already planned to quit.

But fortunately, he found the right feeling in the end. How about it, he was in a worse situation than you at the time, right?"

"Is it true? It's not true." Nalan Yu thought it was a bit exaggerated. It took three days to take a single photo.

"Why don't you believe it? Of course it's true, otherwise you can ask him yourself when he comes back."

"By the way, I noticed your forehead was a little red before the shooting. Is it injured? Is the injury serious?" Jiang Yuxuan asked with concern.

Ye Feili, who was outside the door, lowered his head to look at the ointment in his hand and lowered his eyes. Then a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes.

Didn't he just hit his head when he braked suddenly? Why would he care about such a thing?
Chapter completed!