The Idol Group and the Crown

VIP box on the 7th floor of Yinzhu Hotel.

A large round table with more than 20 people arranged dozens of plates of Jin Mu, and each case of a nine-headed abalone was of excellent quality.

However, no one dared to move the chopsticks, the silence was silent, only the curling smoke stretched silently.

The man sitting on the throne looked ecstatic, with four or five cigarette butts scattered in front of the ashtray.

"I can't think of another way?"

"Big Brother." Mr. Chen of Shirong Media carefully helped him to renew his glass of wine, with cold sweat on his forehead: "spf and Minghuang are now joining forces, and the defense is completely solid."

They used to practice the same old tricks. They used to try a lot of spirits, and the actors who splashed the dirty water rhythm were powdered on a large scale. Even if they hurt the surface, they would destroy the ordinary criticism, and they can always gain a little.

However, since Qi Ding brought someone to warn, Minghuang Entertainment had withdrawn all film and television cooperation, and the paparazzi of all sizes were unified overnight.

No one dared to speak when the guests were full, sitting like a circle of puppets.

President Chen stubbornly continued to talk down: "Don't the surname Pei engage in a live broadcast, now we will be turned into a benign gimmick by whatever they explode, it is completely sending them money -"

The man picked up the ashtray and pointed it directly at his face and smashed it in the past: "Waste!"

The white ash in the crystal tank was still warm, and Mr. Chen, who was hot, was shaking, but he was afraid to move.

The surface of Han Qu is the boss of Juyu Culture, with a tepid rum white in his hand, and he is not a senior in the entertainment circle.

But he was still the crown prince of the financial giant, who moved his fingers in relation to his personal connections, enough to keep the entire world out of existence.

After the end of the entertainment circle, Juyu Culture acquired many old companies in one go, in order to fight against the courts of the two hilltops of Minghuang and Hongguang.

However, four years later, everything is mediocre and there is no movement.

Han Qu smoked with a cold face, and the CEO of Litchi Entertainment bowed to the fire, half of the rescue and half of the fan: "The old school is useless and you should always think of something new. Brother Chen sometimes has a bad brain."

President Chen was crying and dared not to argue.

Spf does not leak the security inspection and network security. Now it is impossible to find someone to disguise as a fan and sprinkle sulfuric acid. How is this job done?

Someone rounded the field and said: "Otherwise, let's change our goal..."

Han Qu hadn't spoken yet, and several subordinates beside him spoke angrily at the same time: "Is there a place for you to talk?"

"Who did you with us?"

"Corona is the highest mountain now. Push it down. That means the Jinshan and Yinshan collapsed at the same time. Everyone has a share!"

Han Qu didn't pay much attention, and then asked sideways, "What do those six people say?"

"I have investigated it several times." Another woman in the corner answered quickly.

"Huo Jian is protected by the company very dead, the biological father has no use value."

"Long Ji...can't move."

"Mei Shengyao can't find the black material there. The other two are from overseas background, so it's very troublesome to check.

"Dig, let me dig deep." Han Qu straightly pressed the cigarette butts on the silk tablecloth, allowing the tablecloth embroidered with wisteria flowers to be burnt out of the black scars.

"New projects are coming next year, what are you waiting for if you don't do it?"

"Ah!" Chi Ji coldly sneeze.

"Wear a little more and haven't played yet." Bo Ju helped him put on his black jacket. He used a fingertip to help him smooth the bangs with his fingertips: "You are pretty handsome in this flight suit."

"That's it." Xie Liyun knocked on the door with the back of his finger: "I'm ready to go to the front line, so hurry up."

After three rounds of selection, "The Code of Idol" finally gathered three teams to fight against Corona on the same stage.

Because the program is broadcast live without editing, the content and situation are very real.

Fans can see the scolding sprayer being taken away by the security guards on the limbs like a pig, handsome fitness coaches secretly scratching his limbs, and a handful of excellent players who can play well.

Before their onlookers' enthusiasm was consumed too much, Yehuo Live finally invited the main leader out.

"Let's warmly welcome, this season's idol spokesperson-co!ro!na!!!"

The amateurs of the three teams have a slightly changed look, with both fear and expectation.

The six big stars are much thinner than they thought.

The signs on the billboards and posters are already very tall and thin. Only when you see them outside the camera can you understand the difference between an artist and an ordinary person at a glance-

From the cheek chin to the neck arm, there is no trace of extra fat on the whole body, and the lines are carefully carved by ancient Greek craftsmen.

The eyes are all calm and powerful, and the aura is so special that people want to retreat instead of fighting.

At the moment when celebrities and amateurs are in the same frame, the number of barrage spikes instantly.

[That net red brother is not fragrant in a moment... or my family is born with a natural face, Yan 呜呜呜呜]

[Online waiting for the crown to hit the stinky faces of the straight men in the red team and blue team! No matter how arrogant, you won't have any pants left! ]

[How did the trough frame the few amateurs together as if they had become fatter, did my eyes have problems? ]

[Sister, you are not alone. In fact, when the beautiful host came out, I thought they became fat...]

After a brief self-introduction, the two presenters continued the cue process with a smile.

"As we all know, the profession of idol has always been questioned by controversy."

"So before the game starts, how do people exchange their opinions?"

The honest players of the red team took the lead in opening the wheat.

"Dude, there is no meaning of sarcasm," Dahan Hanmingzhengdao said: "You are in your twenties, what kind of career is not good, wasting time every day to sing something I love you you love me, this thing has no meaning in itself."

The real-time barrage of the electronic display screen is so dense that nothing can be seen clearly, and everything that is called out is cursing.

Huo Jian's smile did not diminish, and he nodded to tell the person to continue.

"I can understand a little," another Blue team player Kai Mai said: "Singing and dancing are all to make fans happy."

"The problem is that you wear all kinds of bells and whistles and wear stud earrings and grease. Do you think this is something men should do?" Face: "Furthermore, this game is not difficult at all, if you have this level before your debut, then I can debut."

Although the host had known the situation for a long time, he also secretly squeezed a sweat at this time.

The live broadcast is easy to produce such moths, and there is no way to supplement the recording and edit, and everything is real.

Before waiting for him to save the field, when the university next to the grass picked up the wheat.

"This show is called the Code of Idols. I think it should wait until it is formally played against you before the show really starts."

Xiao Cao bowed slightly, with a gentle attitude: "I look forward to playing against you."

The six people responded at the same time, and answered with a smile: "Please advise."

These doubts and taunts pushed the audience's expectations to the highest level, and the audiences of the two parties have been quarreling in various forums and comment areas.

Some straight men are waiting to see the few players who fully meet their Tiehan ideals. Most fans are distressed that their brother will play this stupid game, and there will be a continuous stream of rewards for the live broadcast.

"In the next three competitions, we will eliminate one team each," the host explained: "Physical fitness, intelligence, and labor will be divided into three fields, and each field will be selected by the team to participate in the competition."

"I have a question--" A male player in the piano tenth raised his arms: "Why is it better than labor rather than talent?"

Xie Lianyun and Bo Jue silently looked away.

"Because everyone in corona is proficient in at least two instruments," the host smiled. "This is not fair to you."

The male player was stunned for two seconds, subconsciously: "You said before that they have the intelligence of three people suspended."

"That's it," the host smiled undiminished: "In addition to being proficient in at least two instruments, most of them are proficient in English and French."

The faces of the few people who had just uttered the rhetoric just now wrinkled their faces.

Wait... how it feels... the situation is not good.

The first game was really intelligence.

And the live broadcast venue is next door.

The place that used to be the performance stage has been converted into a high school classroom. The blackboard desks, doors and windows are very lively.

The teacher tapped the pointer and motioned them to look at the blackboard.

"This lesson is a basic introduction to Spanish. Please send at least two players from each team. We will start the test in the classroom forty minutes after the lecture."

The green team players are all peace lovers, and they wave their hands to say hello to the teacher and go to the textbook notebook.

Most of the red and blue teams are physically capable, and at this time they tried to reason with their faces in vain.

"Why learn Spanish? Are you going to Barcelona for a concert?"

"Has said." The host slowly said: "The six of them are very good in English, the starting line is not fair enough."

"If you insist on protesting, we can switch to Java programming or topology entry, or should we vote now?"

"Wow? What????"

The Longyunchi trio is already holding textbooks and is ready to enter the field, highfive with their teammates.

"I haven't had a class in hundreds of years." Xie Lianyun whispered, "Don't kill me if you fail the exam."

Huo Jian felt very sorry: "I am self-taught in Spanish... I will listen to you later."

"You dare to go to class and try to sleep." Bo Ju twisted his eyebrows and stared at Xie Lianyun: "This is a live broadcast."

"Know that..."

The crowd sat down one after another, and the teacher really started to broadcast the class.

"Today we start with the letters and pronunciation of Spanish."

"Please follow me, la, le, li, lo, lu,"

"Ala, ele, ili, olo--"

The barrage is already laughing crazy.

[I'm actually learning two live broadcasts, hahahaha too strong]

[That buddy has three question marks on his head, all over her face is what she is talking about who I am and where I am]

[teacher! Xie Lianyun is secretly stacking paper planes! I want to report him! ! ]

Huo Jian is holding the notebook for the second brush introductory course outside the camera, his shoulder is suddenly photographed.

Bo Jue next to him suddenly coughed and quickly retreated.

Pei Ru also stood beside him, his voice cold.

"Go, take you to see something new."

"Another hour will continue to record programs--"

"It's too late."

They went to the training room downstairs, and the four mirrors in the room were shiny and shiny.

Huo Jian saw thirteen whips on the table like a serpentine silver snake at a glance.

"Do you want to try this at the concert?" Pei Ru also said slowly: "It is estimated that it will be painful for a few days after getting started. This is a bit difficult to live."

"Come." Huo Jian's eyes lit up with fire: "It's the hardest.",,,Website m.. Free and fastest update No anti-theft no anti-theft. Error report. Ask for a book. Chat with a book friend