Superstars of Tomorrow

Fang Zhao's adapted version of "Legend" is young and full of vigor.

It was not the earth-shattering drums that shocked the audience, but the sense of power hidden in the music!

Every timbre, every note seems to contain countless emotions!

Listen carefully, there are patience and impetuousness in the music, but there are more surprises. Just like the group of young people playing on the stage, although they do not have the perfect technique of professional performers, they can play a movement that makes people feel full of emotion and tears.

"The feeling that the heart beats with the earth!"

"This is very different from the original version of "Legend" I listened to last time I watched the series, but it's still atmospheric!"

"I like both versions, but I personally prefer Fang Zhao's version. It's not that I don't respect Master Mo Lang, but I think Fang Zhao's version is more suitable for us Hidden Stars!" An audience member's eyes were burning.

"Yes! It's a different kind of emotion that only people from hidden stars can experience!"

"Fang Zhao's version of "Legend" is less heavy on history, and more exciting and industrial."

Different from these purely rational analysis of the audience, the parents who came to support were excited.

They may not be able to hear the deep meaning in this "Legend", but they can hear whether the performance is good or bad, and people around are praising it!

Everyone said yes, then it must be really good!

Didn't lose our hidden star's face!

Parents picked up their communicators to message those who missed the show.

blow!

Blow!

You must blow up the show just now, the performance of your own children with your colleagues, relatives and friends! !

right! There are also relatives on the mother planet, they must also know! Although photos cannot be sent out or videos can be shown to them, it is enough to listen to our oral description.

After the orchestra's performance, the students forced themselves to bow and salute before retreating.

Backstage, many students were almost collapsed and their feet were trembling.

The ultimate devotion, the short-term condensed burst, suddenly relaxed, and the spirit seemed to be out of strength.

A student almost fell to the ground, but fortunately the person next to him supported him. After completely relaxing, all the students gathered together to watch the video just now.

"I can play so well!" A student was moved by his piano skills and cried.

"Super-level performance! Super-level!" The flute player next to him looked surprised and was very satisfied with his performance just now.

"It's not the credit of a few of you, it's the credit of all of us. If even one person makes a mistake, it won't be able to achieve this effect! Perfect!!" Another person said.

"No, I want to ask the organizer if they can extract the audio, and I want to save it for a single loop!"

"I want a video, and I apply to cut out the section just now. As far as our performance just now is concerned, I can still play it for at least ten years!"

The younger students were even more excited and incoherent, especially those who received the red envelopes from their parents just now, almost screamed.

A younger student frivolously accepted the electronic red envelopes sent by the elders, and said: "It would be nice to have this kind of performance a few more times." Although the rehearsal was hard, the rewards were still very rich.

"By the way, where is Brother Zhao? I want to ask him when he will come over next time."

"Is it once a year? Or every few years?"

"He was called away by people from the art troupe."

After the show ended, Fang Zhao was summoned by the art troupe as soon as he returned to the backstage. The invited artists gathered together. People who had already passed the show should relax a lot. Seeing Fang Zhao coming over, an old artist smiled and took pictures Pat him on the shoulder.

"Not bad! Lao Mo must be very satisfied with your performance!"

"No wonder Mo Lang asked you to change it by name, without letting other people interfere."

Originally, they thought that Mo Lang had said that Fang Zhao would make an independent adaptation, and they must have helped in private, but after listening to the adapted version of "Legend" just now, they heard that even if Mo Lang did help, it didn't help much. There is not much shadow of Mo Lang in it, and it can be heard that it is "Legend", but the style is completely different, and they know how hard Mo Lang used it.

It was precisely because he understood it that he admired Fang Zhao's strength.

When faced with the masterpieces of their predecessors, many young people feel at a loss when adapting them, looking forward and backward, hesitating, and in the end they don't even bother to change them. Fang Zhao is a successful example.

Fang Zhao chatted with several old artists. They are all people who have passed the show. They are in a more relaxed mood. They are also talking about waiting for the performance of Yinxing to end. There are still too many restrictions on Yinxing, so I dare not say more.

Just as he was talking, the door of the lounge opened suddenly, and a figure rushed in and went straight to the bag on the sofa.

"Huh? Meyer, something is missing?" asked an old artist.

The one who rushed in just now was Ms. Meyer, a dance master in the accompanying art troupe.

Looking at the time, Meyer's show started in less than fifteen minutes.

"I can't find the bracelet! I checked it this morning and put it with the costume! I was planning to change into the costume just now and found out that the bracelet is missing! I don't have this bag either!"

Meyer's bracelet is custom-made for the show she will be performing and will enhance the show. It's just that I didn't expect that I couldn't find the bracelet at the critical moment.

"Haven't found it? Did it fall in the dance studio?" An old artist asked.

"I'll look for it again..."

When Meyer searched through the luggage bag, she was so anxious that she wanted to tear it apart, but she still couldn't find it, so she had to go to the dance studio again. She had indeed been to the dance studio in the morning.

"Where's your assistant?" Someone asked.

"Don't mention it, there is a small problem with a button on the clothes, my assistant went to fix it. The dance studio is not far away, I'll look for it..."

"I'll go." Fang Zhao got up and said, "I'll go to the dance studio."

Others also agreed: "Yes, let Xiaofang go to the dance studio to look for them. They young people run fast, Meyer, go and change your clothes, and then find a way to find another bracelet to replace it, and prepare for both hands."

"Okay! Thank you Xiaofang!"

Meyer told Fang Zhao the location of the dance studio, and handed him the access card. Fang Zhao didn't delay anymore and ran to the dance studio.

The usual rehearsal place and the performance venue are not in the same place. There are security guards on the third floor and the outer third floor of the performance venue. Discover Meyer's bracelet here.

Turn on the communicator and talk to Mayer about the matter here, and Mayer's tone on the communicator is full of anxiety and frustration. Unable to find the original bracelet, Meyer had to temporarily replace it with a replacement, but there were shortcomings in the performance, which could not achieve the effect Meyer requested. It's like a violinist changing a bow that doesn't fit his hand, it's not as good as the original one.

As an experienced dancer, it is impossible for Meyer to place important items randomly, and negligence rarely happens to her. It is estimated that Meyer is now thinking about who has cheated her quietly.

There are also cases where students play pranks and tease teachers, but this is a hidden star, and they may make a joke during rehearsals. Which student would dare to play such a trick at such a critical time? The hidden star punishment is quite heavy.

After disconnecting the communication, Fang Zhao was about to leave the dance studio, but before he left, he looked back and glanced at the two open windows of the dance studio, intending to close them.

There were footsteps coming from the elevator.

"Brother Zhao!"

Yuan Zheng hurried over with a box in his arms.

After learning that Fang Zhao left the venue and came here, Yuan Zheng felt that this was a good time to give gifts!

Fang Zhao ran too fast, and Yuan Zheng was worried that he would miss someone, but fortunately he caught up.

This time Yuan Zheng didn't bring the security personnel with him, and he didn't let the security personnel know when he left the performance venue. He still had a lot to say to Fang Zhao, but he didn't want to be interrupted after half a word.

"How do you know I'm here?" Fang Zhao's eyes sank, "Where's the soldier in charge of your safety?!"

Facing Fang Zhao's stern gaze, Yuan Zheng held back all the words he had prepared, opened his mouth, and was about to say something, when Fang Zhao suddenly pulled him aside vigorously.

boom!

A bullet penetrated the wall behind Yuan Zheng.

Fang Zhao pulled Yuan Zheng to dodge in a very short time and looked for a bunker.

Yuan Zheng was confused by this sudden change, and looked at the bullet marks on the wall. If Fang Zhao hadn't pulled him, he probably lost half of his head.

"Brother Zhao..."

Yuan Zheng looked at the blood on Fang Zhao's clothes, his face was pale, his voice was trembling, and he was about to cry.

There were two snipers. There were two bullets just now, one of which was dodged and hit the wall. The other one was blocked by Fang Zhao.

Fang Zhao made a "shh" gesture, signaling Yuan Zheng not to make a sound or move.

The alarm didn't go off. It was obvious that someone had acted early, but there must be other means of detection in the hidden star, and someone will come here soon.

The windows of the dance studio are one-way visible, and the situation inside cannot be seen from the outside, nor can the perspective instrument.

From this point of view, someone wants Yuan Zheng's life, and it has been planned for a long time.

Fang Zhao quickly analyzed in his mind and looked at the injuries on his body.

Yuan Zheng, who was blocked behind, was extremely regretful at this moment. He shouldn't have come here alone. Although he was always told to pay attention to safety and take people with him when traveling, but because nothing happened to him, he relaxed his vigilance. . I pressed the emergency call button in my hand, but there was no response. blocked.

Yuan Zheng was also very worried about Fang Zhao's injury. The injury was in the abdomen, and he didn't know the extent of the injury to the internal organs. Need to be healed as soon as possible!

Just as he was worried, Yuan Zheng saw Fang Zhao frowned slightly, and directly took out the bullet from the wound with his bare hands.

Yuan Zheng: "!!!"

Brother! Don't mess around! !

Yuan Zheng minored in the professional knowledge of firearms. Young boys like guns. Yuan Zheng wanted to experience the feeling of being shot when he was in the second year of middle school, and he secretly did an experiment.

After being hit in the chest by an ordinary bullet in the bulletproof vest that was armed to the hair, he fell to the ground instantly. Because of the changes in adrenal hormones, his legs were still throbbing. It felt like several ribs had been shot, and he lay down for a long time in pain.

Although I knew afterwards that it was all an illusion and it was just pain, but the physical pain was secondary, and the resulting psychological panic lasted for a long time, and finally got out of the shadows with the help of a psychologist, so he got into the laboratory to study the engine. He is still interested in firearms, and spends his free time researching various firearms, but he does not play live-action gunfight games. He doesn’t even go to play paintball games with his peers. The psychological shadow in the second year of middle school always reminds him of the pain of bullets hitting his body.

Now, seeing the ruthless man picking bullets with his bare hands in front of him, Yuan Zheng was so startled that he almost jumped up.

Pain is one aspect, don't aggravate the injury!

However, immediately after, Yuan Zheng saw the warhead that Fang Zhao had pulled out from the wound.

The pointed bullet has been cracked and deformed, turning into a bullet "flower".

Seeing this bomb, Yuan Zheng's mind went blank for a moment, but soon his thoughts turned again.

If he read it correctly, he had studied this kind of bullet not long ago. The special warhead has strong penetrating power, not to mention only one person, even if three or five people are stacked to block the front, they can still penetrate easily.

Ordinary light armor can't stop it, let alone people?

Just look at the bullet hole that pierced the wall just now to know how powerful it is.

These protected core engineers usually wear at least three layers of nano-body armor when they go out, and Yuan Zheng also wears it when they come out to watch the performance today. As long as they don’t start, more than 70% of the existing blaster guns and live ammunition guns can basically block the impact. Do not cause fatal damage to them.

Coupled with the strict management environment of Hidden Star, it is quite difficult to assassinate a heavily protected core engineer on Hidden Star. Since the opponent was able to make a successful attack at this time, it was obviously through careful planning, and the bulletproof vests they were wearing would definitely be taken into account, and it was impossible to use ordinary bullets.

but!

In front of you!

Fang Zhao blocked a bullet by himself!

one person! !

Yuan Zheng panicked, Fang Zhao's injury...

injury?

The blood on Fang Zhao's clothes seems to have stopped spreading?

No more bleeding?

Looking at Fang Zhao again, his breathing was light but steady, and his complexion was normal. If it wasn't for the blood stain on his clothes, he really wouldn't be able to tell that he was the person who was shot just now. In such a comparison, Yuan Zheng, the man with all the blood on his face, is more like the one who was shot.

Yuan Zheng suspected that he was hallucinating.

He has studied the destructive effects of various bullets on the human body, the structure, shape, mass and velocity of bullets, the worries about the other party's injury in his mind, the doubts about what he saw, the recall of theoretical knowledge and experimental data, and many other emotional impacts. under--

Yuan Zheng... Yuan Zheng no longer has an IQ.

See you tomorrow?