What kind of personality did Quentin have?
In the view of his teammates who were fairly familiar with him, Quentin’s personality was actually quite easy to figure out.
He just looked cold on the surface, but in reality, he was easy to get along with. Otherwise, a group of diverse, powerful trainees like Xue Mingzhu, Yan Qiao, Wen Xinyi, and so on wouldn’t all maintain good relationships with him.
After all, they were different from most trainees. They wouldn’t excessively admire the strong, nor would they spend all day thinking about latching onto powerful people.
If one wanted to have good relationships with all the trainees on the debut list, a good-looking face and outstanding ability were just the foundation to attract them to actively approach. The personality and personal charm shown during further communication were the real secrets to becoming friends.
But these didn’t mean Quentin had high emotional intelligence or was very good at socializing.
Several teammates knew this very well in their hearts. In Quentin’s social network, there had never been anyone who wasn’t taking the initiative. Moreover, one had to be very proactive and sincere enough to have a chance to become friends with him.
Xue Mingzhu still remembered the nearly nine hours he and Quentin had spent together during the initial stage evaluation. Over 90% of the time during their conversation, he had been the one initiating topics. Quentin had always only played the role of the listener.
If Quentin hadn’t answered every question he asked, Xue Mingzhu might have mistakenly thought back then that Quentin found him annoying and didn’t want to talk to him.
And Xue Mingzhu’s experience of befriending Quentin was already the smoothest among them. Wen Xinyi and Fang Xu, who were Quentin’s roommates, had both gone through a phase of tentative probing.
They had one by one ruled out guesses like aloof, self-isolating), and slow, before finally determining that Quentin had a good temper, a normal personality, didn’t have the flaw of being arrogant because of one’s talent, and was purely a passive friendship personality(?)…
In short, the more proactive you were with him, the faster you’ll get to know him.
People like this didn’t have an advantage in social situations. The entertainment industry never lacked good-looking people, nor did it lack talented and capable people. Even geniuses who possessed both appearance and inner qualities could easily be ruthlessly washed away in the fiercely competitive and mixed bag that was the entertainment industry.
Some people who were envious and jealous of Quentin would often secretly complain to themselves, believing that this personality of Quentin’s meant he was destined not to go far in the industry.
Even people like Xue Mingzhu and Yan Qiao, who had good relationships with Quentin, although they felt in their hearts that Quentin didn’t lack these social advantages, would still assume that Quentin wasn’t suited for external socializing and probably wouldn’t be responsible for that aspect after debuting as a group in the future.
Just like with this public performance involving Aurora’s senior sister. From the very beginning, they hadn’t placed the “heavy responsibility” of dealing with the senior sister on their young leader.
Their young leader had just come of age not long ago and used to be a top student. With his personality, he probably hadn’t even spoken much to the female classmates in his high school class.
Although they were all about the same age within their team, Quentin was the only pure amateur among them who had properly studied. Logically speaking, after seeing the senior sister, apart from a polite greeting, it should have been difficult for him to have any follow-up conversation.
So, who exactly was this young man who seemed to be chatting happily with Zhang Fu? !
Xue Mingzhu, who was carrying the takeout food boxes and had opened the door first, looked at this scene, cursed under his breath, and his eyes widened.
Damn it, had Quentin been possessed? Or was he treating the genders this differently?
He had eyes! He could see that the person talking more was Quentin. Senior Sister Zhang Fu, sitting beside him, only nodded in response, listening very seriously, not even interrupting!
“…The lyrics basically haven’t been changed much. Except for inserting an original rap in the chorus, the other words remain unchanged. So, before I finished the arrangement, our team had already roughly assigned the parts each person is responsible for.”
After getting closer, the young man’s unhurried voice gradually became clearer, his tone as calm as usual: “I remember your position in Aurora is the visual. You graduated from a film academy, a professional performance major, correct?”
“Singing and dancing aren’t Senior Sister’s strongest suits. Coincidentally, our team also has a performance major. My personal suggestion is that you and Qi Yang can jointly handle this song’s killing part, utilizing your strengths to create a performance scene.”
As he spoke, Quentin turned his head to look at everyone who had entered the practice room, his expression unchanged: “Perfect timing, everyone’s here. Let’s discuss together.”
Zhang Fu also followed Quentin’s gaze towards the several trainees.
She smiled amiably. She didn’t introduce herself, didn’t even say a word, completely showing a default attitude of letting Quentin take the lead.
Each of the teammates was more skeptical of their life than the last.
This script wasn’t right. Shouldn’t they at least chat a bit, entertain the visiting senior sister properly, and let everyone get familiar with each other? How could they put her to work right away…
But thinking that the person who did this was Quentin, it suddenly felt normal.
At least this scenario was more acceptable than Quentin and Zhang Fu happily chatting. Haha, so the seemingly lively conversation was actually task assignment. As expected of you, boss.
The teammates were unusually compliant, without any struggle forming a circle to sit down, just like before lunch.
Apart from Qi Yang and Zhang Fu, who were both performance majors and received special attention, the others were assigned individual tasks in an orderly manner.
From an outsider’s perspective, Zhang Fu indeed showed no airs of a senior sister, but this had no impact on their meeting.
The person watching from the monitoring room watched this scene and fell into a deep silence.
Aren’t you all… being a bit too natural?
Heh, this group completely didn’t treat Zhang Fu as a senior, nor did they treat her as a woman? Unlike the other teams!
*
At nine o’clock in the evening, after finishing the day’s recording, Aurora’s members prepared to take the car back to a nearby hotel to rest.
Zhang Fu, who had been “missing” most of the day and hadn’t met with her other teammates, became the focus of everyone’s attention.
“Zhang! Fu! You’re finally back! Why are you so slow? Were you really planning on staying up all night sleeping on the floor in the practice room with those trainees?”
“Hey, Fu Fu, what were you so busy with all day today? We didn’t see you at dinner either. Your practice room door was always closed. Every time we passed by, we saw you guys rehearsing and didn’t want to disturb you.”
“I happened to see Quentin with his blonde hair…it’s indeed like you said. He is quite handsome. Truly worthy of being this season’s visual. Tsk tsk, I feel like he could be the visual in our season too.”
“I feel like almost all the good-looking ones are on Fu Fu’s team. Not just Quentin, but Wen Xinyi, Qi Yang, Yan Qiao, they’re all quite handsome. My team has no handsome guys… Of course, they’re not ugly either, mainly each one is more shy than the last, making me not know what to say, it was so awkward.”
“Hey hey, speak slower. Do you have that much to say to me?”
Zhang Fu smiled and waved her hand: “It really was busy today. Our team is so intense. Haven’t we all watched the earlier episodes of NS? When is Quentin’s team ever not busy?”
Facing her friends’ slightly sympathetic gazes, she said calmly: “Actually, being busy is quite good. The day feels fulfilling, and the key point is it’s very reassuring. The team leader arranges everything in perfect order, and all the teammates are capable. I just need to cooperate, no need to worry about the stage effect at all.”
“Before I came, I was worried about not getting along with Quentin and the others, and I was also worried about the audience’s reaction after the broadcast, the company’s marketing, the online public opinion… But after actually interacting with them, all those worries disappeared!”
Zhang Fu’s tone was serious: “I’m serious. Believe me or not, I think the team I was assigned to is very impressive. Not to mention their ability, just the process of teamwork alone, I feel they already have the look of a boy group.”
Aurora’s members looked at each other, not convinced entirely. They just felt that Zhang Fu’s description was too exaggerated.
Someone joked: “Is it really that impressive? They haven’t been brainwashing you, have they? Fu Fu, you’re easily brainwashed.”
Zhang Fu: “…How is that possible! Their personalities are all very good, easy to get along with, completely not treating me as an outsider. Scenes like what Wen Yi said, where awkwardness leads to embarrassment due to introverted and shy personalities, never appeared.”
“Of course not. Your team has a lot of social butterflies.”
Wen Yi said as a matter of course: “People like Xue Mingzhu, Yan Qiao, Wen Xinyi, Cui Yan, etc., are all quite outgoing and easygoing. They look like people who often interact with girls. The team I was assigned to, it felt like they’d never spoken to a girl before. I don’t know why the atmosphere was so awkward.”
The girl next to her smiled and teased: “Maybe they’re your fans, and are shy about getting up close with their idol.”
Wen Yi rolled her eyes: “Idol… No way. I think their idol is more like Quentin. The number of times they mentioned Quentin during our discussions was higher than the times they mentioned the song title. Isn’t that ridiculous?”
“Uh, who’s on your team? I remember… Tang Heng is on your team, right? Pfft, if Tang Heng is there, it’s not surprising. He is indeed a hardcore fan of Quentin.”
“Tang Heng, Liao Fei, and I think another one called Shen Zhao? I don’t remember the others…”
Zhang Fu didn’t join these discussions, just muttered to herself quietly: “Social butterflies… not really, I didn’t feel like anyone was a social butterfly.”
Everyone just got along normally, discussed normally, and rehearsed together normally.
There was no pretending to be close CP marketing, nor any deliberate effort to create attention-grabbing show effects.
Zhang Fu felt that the busyness of this day seemed to take her back to her high school days, when classmates prepared together for the art exams and their ideal universities, going through intense training, getting black and blue from falls but still gritting their teeth and persevering.
Every day they cried from pain, woke up hungry in the middle of the night, lost weight to the point of hair falling out, yet still had sincerity in their eyes and hope in their hearts.
Having like-minded companions by your side and a dazzling goal ahead, this kind of pure life was something she hadn’t experienced for a very long time.
These feelings merely flashed through her heart. She didn’t dwell on them, and didn’t think about why she felt so relaxed inside despite being so busy today.
But she couldn’t help feeling a bit envious, though she didn’t know what she was envious of.
Perhaps she envied that those trainees hadn’t debuted yet, were still in the closed-off environment where “all you need to do is work hard to get everything.” Or perhaps she envied how clear their goals were, how bright their path ahead was.
Why were they so proactive, so full of energy? Was it because they were young?
But she was young too.
Zhang Fu thought it over and finally concluded that work drained one’s spirit, and the damned company harmed people endlessly.
She suddenly felt she was actually quite lucky, not because she was recording NS, but because she was fortunate enough to be assigned to Quentin’s team.
This half day together was more effective than spending a lot of money on a psychologist. The heavy pressure in her heart seemed to have disappeared!
She had already started looking forward to the next day’s recording, and looking forward to the official stage.
