The Idol Group and the Crown

September 1st is the day of school.

Chen Xiaoyan called him at six in the morning, when Huo Jian was still practicing dancing against the TV screen.

The u disk was borrowed from a teaching assistant teacher, the accompaniment sound is not too big or small, just enough to hear the beat.

"Huo Huo," Chen Xiaoyan whispered: "Today, today is about to start school."

Huo Jian yelled: "Come on, you will still be able to ask me if your homework is not in the future."

Chen Xiaoyan thought for a long time, and then said: "I... I don't know what to say."

"Huo Jian, how are you, and tell us about any difficulties."

Huo Jian drew a towel to dry the sweat on his neck, and instead he comforted him with the tone: "Okay. I will."

He hung up the phone and faced this occasion that also required brainstorming.

The previous two months were more like obedience and self-discipline tests. No matter whether the dance is good or not, the singing pitch is not accurate. As long as you can train on time and reach the goal, you can stay.

No talent, no ability test.

Huo Jian has done 4,500 jumps an hour before, and now he dances with the video in the USB flash drive. Even if his limbs can't keep up with those fast movements, his physical strength can just support him to practice for two hours.

He still remembers Long Ji's results in the first round of screening exams-eighty thousand in seventy minutes, far away so unreal.

I have to practice and continue to practice.

Pei Ru also came over carrying a document bag, followed by several assistants reporting the situation.

He stepped in and saw the face of the boy in the dance room.

"he is?"

"It's Huo Jian. I practiced here every day after the second round of screening. The dancers who finished their homework took the initiative to learn other men's dances," aya thought. "It seems like a very serious child, practicing every morning. For three hours, skipping rope will be added in the afternoon."

Dance classes in the new stage also began to teach decomposition movements. The skipping ropes of the other trainees were all returned, except him.

Pei Ru also looked at it for a while, and said lightly: "Has the physical monitoring of the trainees started?"

"Don't you test again after the next screening?"

The man glanced at her.

"Then we will advance the time and arrange this week," aya immediately responded: "What about the flat makeup test?"

"Not urgent."

Huo Jian finally got the other dance teacher's turn this month, taking them to learn from basic skills and dancing with jazz.

Most boys in the dance room have dance skills, and they have been corrected over and over again. There are many small flaws in the details.

Teacher Wei is only eighteen years old. He looks like a person who has practiced dancing since childhood. His body is lean and his eyes are powerful. He is rigorous and keen during class, and occasionally jokes with trainees during class.

"It's still good for Teacher Wei... I jumped the rope with Teacher Pei for two months, and the leg press was privately pressed by my roommate..." Someone said with emotion: "Ms. Wei taught us so much as soon as he came up , It's really a New Year."

At this time, Teacher Wei became a smoker. He touched his pocket twice and withdrew his hands. He looked at them and said: "Mr. Pei just came over and sat down. Even if he wants to teach the truth, then you have to wait for you to enter corona Only possible."

"Ah? Is he so big?"

Someone next to them blocked the words back: "How about you farting? You don't know Pei Ruye?"

"It's quite farting," teacher Wei murmured. "I still want Brother Pei to teach me a few words, are you waiting?"

The bones of some of the trainees are almost broken. At this time, I deliberately chatted and chatted to delay the time: "Teacher Wei-Pei is so handsome, he is more than 20?"

"Nineteen."

"Lying trough--"

"People who grew up in the United States have developed a good skeleton early," Mr. Wei blocked the words back and knocked on the glass wall: "Get up and continue to practice."

At the end of the class, a teacher instructor probed in: "Class a? Right after the class, go to the seventh floor to arrange medical examinations and nutrition tests for you."

The students were restless: "A physical examination?"

"Not only a check, but also your weight will burst out in public." Teacher Wei laughed and said: "Go to the toilet and go quickly."

The students in class b have just finished the physical examination, and there are still people wearing clothes.

The boys were instructed to take off their underwear and stand on the scales barefoot.

Mr. Mi was sitting on the sidelines, and also commented a few words: "Fat, no."

"You can't do this, you have to be thin."

The scale is an electronic scale, sticking the toes and heels on the electric sheet and holding a ring, the body fat rate bmi and daily calorie consumption will be displayed.

"Code name?"

"S035, Huo blade."

The doctor remembered the data and reported it in front of others.

"Height 177, weight 99, go to draw blood."

The big boy standing next to him looked incredible: "I remember you, you eat two bowls of rice every meal? Why?"

"It is because he is still growing." MiG knocked on the boy's head: "It's your turn, hurry up."

The blood draw results came out that afternoon, and a basket of pills was also included.

"Lack of calcium and iron, lack of dimension acde." The general affairs looked puzzled: "Are you picky eaters since childhood, what happened?"

Huo Jian is at a loss: "Is it necessary to take these medicines?"

"It's not medicine, it's a tonic. You don't want to make up for it. Who is the one who died suddenly?" The general manager said that although poisonous, he also wrote a small note for him to take: "Child, please eat according to this. Hu Lai. Usually uncomfortable, go to the infirmary in time, have you heard?"

"Okay, thank you."

"Must have calcium supplements!" The general manager couldn't help but long-winded a few words: "You are only fifteen, and the lack of so many things will make it longer and uglier, you know?"

Huo Jian felt that he was like a teacher familiar with junior high school before, and he smiled and said: "Good."

After the general manager closed the door, Xie Liyun looked at him on the upper bunk probe: "Are you malnourished?"

"...A bit."

"Does physical training actually keep up?"

"The food here is good." Huo Jian said the truth: "And there are no limits to the fruits."

"Also." Xie Lianyun sighed: "My sugar-controlling brain is going to explode."

Huo Jian glanced at the lactic acid bacteria drink beside his computer.

"I know this stuff has too much sugar," the teenager argued: "I can't write anything without drinking sweets, this can't be counted!"

He threw the psp next to the pillow. When he got out of bed, he threw a bottle of Huo Jian also: "Passion fruit flavor, try."

The notebook is placed on the table, the software pages are like stripes across the zebra, and the keys are all in English.

Xie Lianyun was wearing headphones and tapping the mouse and keyboard in that crack, his hand speed was so fast as to play cs in an internet cafe.

The number of stripes on the computer screen has been coherently advanced, and the size of the grid is constantly changing, just like programming.

Seeing the interface remotely, Huo Jian felt a little curious and asked, "Can I see it?"

"Of course," Xie Liyun stopped for a moment, and he continued to knock on the keyboard while wearing headphones: "But you can't understand it at the moment. This software is called Cubase, and there is a user manual in the teaching room on the seventh floor."

Huo Jian obediently borrowed.

This book is almost ten percent new, and two martial arts novels in the next cabinet have been ripped apart. There is no fold on the page here. The name is "Cubase and Nuendo: From Entry to Mastery".

He went back to the dormitory and tore a newspaper, put a cover on the textbook, and watched while eating during the meal time. After reading it, he had a free nap for an hour.

Xie Lianyun said that besides tapping the computer every day, he was playing psp. In fact, he watched the speed of his bookmarks every day.

This book is thick like a brick. Huo Jian has read it all in a week, and he has also sorted out the learning experience of half a notebook.

Xie Lianyun thought to himself that this roommate was also evil. He didn't play mobile phones, read novels, or chat with his sisters. Every day, except learning to read books, he practiced piano dancing, and his seven emotions and six desires did not exist.

"Hey, do you have any other hobbies?"

"Hobby?" Huo Jian thought that his senior was caring about himself, and said rigorously: "I used to practice Chinese characters, but I haven't had much time recently."

"Why don't the company go out to play on the weekend?" Xie Lianyun said stubbornly: "They all have teamed up to the newly opened playground, hey, don't you go with them?"

Huo Jian couldn't even sit on the bus, nodded and said, "I found a new "Practical Electronic Music Basic Teaching", which is pretty good."

Xie Lianyun fell back to bed and gave up talking to him.

Monster, this kid is definitely a monster.

Huo Jian gradually felt a subtle change in the dormitory atmosphere.

The changes are reflected in the words of the predecessors.

They were like pedestrians on parallel lines the previous few days, and there were no more than two sentences a day.

But after he finished reading the textbook, Xie Liyun turned on the speaker when he knocked on the computer again. When he stood by, he occasionally explained a few sentences about what he was doing.

Huo Jian didn't ask redundant questions, followed the content and software he learned for a few days, and found an empty place to go to the multimedia room to try all the functions.

Although there are only two people in the dorm they live in, there are many guests.

Most of them are other trainees who come to talk and make friends. Some people have long known who Xie Liyun is, and with a cheeky face to ask for signatures, they can basically be satisfied with their wishes-Xie Liyun will also make a big deal when he is in a good mood. With a to sign, the handwriting is very free and easy.

A small part of them are friends and teachers who are very familiar with Xie Lianyun. Occasionally his agent will come over and ask about the progress of the project that is still working together.

Some friends are also studying arrangement, and when they come to chat, they will complain that it is so difficult to explode, it is not something that people learn at all.

Xie Lianyun didn't raise his head: "It's because you have a bad sense of music and you can't rely on others."

After the friend finished talking, Huo Jian helped to clean the snack pouch, and he asked, "What is the sense of music?"

"The tone, the rhythm, the speed, the structure, there is more." Xie Rianyun wore headphones and held the electric guitar to tune the string: "Singing is necessary, dancing is necessary, and arranger is even more necessary."

"However, with the qualifications of most people, it is not yet time to talk about innate musicality." He snorted and turned his e-mail: "Frankly, I didn't hear enough."

"What should I listen to?"

"Classical music, pop music, Beatles soul music, country punk heavy metal, what to listen to." Xie Lianyun said lazily: "Listen for two or three years, you know that the two words "Tile sense" should not be ashamed ."

"It turns out this way." Huo Jian smiled: "Then I'm going."

Xie Lianyun knew that he was going to the audio-visual room, and didn't return when he hit the keyboard head.

"You start with classical music first."

"it is good."