The Idol Group and the Crown

Zhu Xizhi raised his eyebrows and stared at him for a few seconds, then moved a foot and a half to his neighbor.

The stock-buying crowd also saw this scene, followed by applauding in the barrage-

[Yooooooo——]

[Suddenly want to nibble CP! Sticking to the blessing seems to be very good! ]

[He Chong Chong! Back pressure every year you can! ! ]

In the instructor's room, the supplementary assessment is still going on.

The third person who entered the house was a 20-year-old young man who came over in a navy blue trench coat.

Huo Jian recognized that it was the blue blood new model he had endorsed for many years, and the price of a single piece was 57,000.

From pure black earrings to four or five rings on your hand, you have to wear at least a hundred thousand luxury items.

But they are very tasteful.

The main color is navy blue, the color cow is black and white, and the hips are tall and the legs are long and slender, which has great potential for bringing goods.

The barrage is also curiously speculating.

[This is a model, the style is so unique...]

[Alas! ! This is the senior in our department! ! His family is rich! ]

[So chic, isn't it to imitate Long Ji? ]

It was guessing this way that everything was replayed on the camera, and the complex expressions of the trainees who were out of the scene with the editing.

——Originally, there was no queuing channel.

Everyone sits in the four divisions according to the ranking of the preliminary examination, originally waiting for one to finish and then another, the order is particularly gentle and modest.

Then the first appearance was Tian Zi, the first Zhu Xizhi, who just stood next to the waiting line next year after he exploded, and all the trainees followed the coaxing, without much thought.

As a result, this guy followed and stood.

The staff reached out and tried to stop people: "Classmates, you can come back later."

"Not in a hurry," the young man laughed, "I'm in line here."

The staff hesitated: "It seems... don't have to wait in line?"

The young man tilted his head and looked at him: "There are 50 places in total, and the opportunity is not waiting for anyone..."

It's a fool not to rush over to grab a position once you say this!

Immediately there was a bounce near the starting point and rushed over, more people would not sit back and wait like they woke up at the beginning of the dream.

Just now, the outgoing field turned into a spot for grabbing tickets in the Spring Festival. A dozen swarms of people came over to grab more than forty queues, like a box of dominoes.

Wait for this kind of operation? ?

The staff was also ignorant, turning to look at the vice director's side, the latter waved his hand and signaled it.

"Good teachers, I'm Fang Chengran from the 65-member local character group," the youth bowed politely, standing standard: "Fourth-year student, he has been studying street dance for ten years and has no trainee experience."

"However, I can sing too much and I can jump too much. I will change the show."

Huo Jian showed his approving gaze.

In the idol industry, the more fierce the competition, the less able to abide by the rules.

Audiences are discerning in taste and prone to aesthetic fatigue. If dozens of trainees are singing and dancing, it will not benefit the program ratings and themselves, and there will be a kind of repetitive singleness.

"Please start."

Fang Cheng then took two steps back and suddenly raised his hand high.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow, another tomorrow--"

"Step by step day after day until the last second. All of us yesterday, but illuminate the way to the soil of death for the fools."

Huo Jian turned his head and Pei Ru also exchanged glances, the two of them converged for a second, and both smiled.

An excerpt from Shakespeare's drama "Macbeth".

The youth suddenly turned into a suspicious and tragic bloodthirsty general, and his words were sincere and smooth.

"Go out, go out, the short candlelight! Life is just a shadow of walking, a clumsy celebrity gesticulating on the stage, and for a moment, quietly retreating silently and without regret!"

Pei Ruye also propped up his chin with one hand, and suddenly miraculously imitated the servant's tone, taking the line in advance.

"Your Majesty, I should report to you what I thought I saw, but I don't know what to say."

The trainees who had just looked dumb just outside the court finally realized that they were playing the game, and all the people who understood and didn't understand started to follow the applause.

Does this buddy like the regular route? Even the tutor knew what the next sentence of his line was? ?

Fang Chengran didn't expect that the dance teacher's lines were so good, and he was surprised that his expression just coincided with Macbeth's mood at the moment.

"Okay," he said dryly, "you say it."

It was Huo Jian who spoke again.

"When I stood on the hilltop and watched, I glanced at Bonan..."

He hasn't seen much in dramas, but it's quite fluent to put the lines down in a joking tone.

"It seems that the trees over there are starting to move."

Fang Chengran thought that the two mentors were really ruthless, and forced a breath to continue the following lines, and roared back fiercely: "The lie minions!"

He was so embarrassed that Mr Huo was angry, his ears were a little red because of nervousness.

Laughing happily on and off the court.

After two or three lines were matched, Pei Ru also wrote a score.

"Plus twenty." He handed him the file form: "A good performance foundation will help the shooting of the advertisement and the stage effect. Congratulations on entering the word group."

Fang Chengran took another bow and took the embarrassment in front of the seniors.

"Actually... this is my final homework."

Huo Jian is a little curious; "Are you a student of the Academy of Drama?"

It's no wonder that all such long lines can be smoothed down.

"Yes."

"Why do you want to be an idol?"

"...Can you tell the truth?"

"can."

Fang Chengran said right.

"Senior year, I want to arrange a job for myself."

[Hahahahaha, this face is black now, she is afraid to smoke people]

[The graduate job market turns right and this student! ! ]

[I laughed at the choking milk tea in front of the computer! ]

The next dozens of trainees are quite interesting, and they are full of vigor and creativity of contemporary young people.

Ten years ago, personal talent was nothing more than a program such as playing piano and singing. Nowadays, the Internet has developed a wide range of interests and hobbies, and shows everything.

Some sing German songs, Spanish songs, arias, some playing yo-yo and dancing machines, and all are hidden, and trainees moved three big bowls of **** ramen—

"Teacher, my specialty is that I can eat and not get fat."

The ramen is still available for takeout. The yellow clothes takeout brother just walked into the venue and saw more than a hundred pairs of eyes almost go back while staring at himself.

But it smells really good.

Then the four mentors looked at him with a complicated look, not only consuming all the soup and green onions, but he couldn't help but burp.

Feng Jin stared at the teenager's narrow waist and thin legs, inexplicably a little envious.

They exchanged their opinions in a whisper, and finally gave the child 20 points.

Being able to eat itself is nothing. If idols have their own characteristics and memory points, it is a precious existence that does not change.

In the era of traffic where information is exploding, it is good to let the audience remember at a glance.

There are many lucky people and many bad luck eggs.

Practicing dance and singing all require steady and long-term practice, and many trainees feel lucky but blew their weaknesses.

At the beginning, Feng Jin interrupted the performance with a sullen face.

"Stop, you have made three wrong moves and don't need to jump anymore."

"Ding--" She pressed the bell: "What is the mood of this song? Did you understand the narrative before performing?"

"I'm a little nervous..."

"This is not a reason."

"Ding--"

"You don't have to jump anymore. You have a wrong footwork. I suggest you go back and study again."

The big beauty talked directly and quickly, and a group of 16- to seven-year-old children shivered while queuing.

Even tried to order ten hamburgers to temporarily change the show.

However, the other three tutors are equally professional and serious, but the words are slightly euphemistic.

Feng Jin was always cold-faced, Huo Jian was cold, and the two tutors were sitting in the middle, making the examination room feel like the temperature of the air conditioner had dropped to freezing point.

In a chaotic and cheerful atmosphere, it was finally the turn of a teenager with different makeup and appearance.

He wore a light green cross-over skirt and a deep black cloak. The silver-printed ink crane spread its wings and fluttered between the coats.

"Good teacher, my name is Chen Yuanqing, I come from the local word group 81, and I am 17 years old this year."

Huo Jian first read through the specific results, and then went to see his appearance.

Instrumental music ninety-two, will play the bamboo flute.

There are no original works, advertising performances are 70, stage performances are 80, and the total score is 242 points.

It seems that the adaptability of the lens is poor, and the field performance experience is less.

He nodded slightly and looked up carefully at Chen Yuanqing's appearance.

At the age of seventeen, when the drawbars were long, the slender neck and waist of the teenager were narrow, and the moire jade and the dark green belt were very chic.

Although he is short-haired, he is naturally good-looking, and his temples are like a knife and his eyebrows are cut like ink.

Zhu Xizhi folded a thousand paper cranes while holding draft paper. He just turned his head and saw the clear young man on the big screen, whistling ambiguously.

Fu glanced at him next year.

"You don't look good on him," Snow Leopard classmates flicked their tails provocatively. "This is the gap."

Fu looked back with pity next year.

It's a pity to be blind at a young age.

Mei Heng seldom used the Internet in the past two years and didn't know much about what children like.

"Why do you want to wear this body to record programs?"

The teenager explained with a smile: "This is a regular dress. The air conditioner in the shed is a little cold, so I wore a big cloak."

"Today the teachers brought a dance called "Breakthrough"."

The three powerful bells rang, and the Qiang flute and pipa flew out at the same moment, as if the fangs were riding against Yanyun Army.

At the same time as the music swayed upwards, Chen Yuanqing folded his arms and raised his right hand, and the wisp of gold paper fan opened in full sound, flying like a crane's wings!

The four-tier drums clanged loudly, and the pipa sound was noisy and anxiously trembling like pearls and jades. The young man lifted his fan and whirled around to dance.

The robe fluttered at the moment seemed to return to Datang, there was a kind of unspeakable arrogance.

Try to whisk the iron clothes like snow, chat about holding the sword and moving stars.

Don't be too old to guard in the clouds, it is worth winning a battle!

Even if the off-screen person in the field didn't understand the poetry in the song, he could recognize this pure and solitary blood, that is, listening to the sound of Guqin pipa as a golden horse, there was also a kind of blood that suddenly turned like a dream.

In the end, Chen Yuanqing has little public performance experience. Although the dance steps are satisfactory and the degree of completion is average, she is full of momentum and enters the drama. They are completely different from those who play electronic music and rock jazz.

Huo Jian looked a little restless.

While admiring the bold self of this younger generation, he wanted to see the full effect of this breaking music.

So he glanced at Pei Ruye sideways, trying to give a hint.

Pei Ru also whispered with Mei Heng to calculate the score.

"Forty." Mei Heng nodded and said: "The intention is very good, the performance is brilliant, but there are still many places where you can improve."

Chen Yuanqing smiled and bowed and thanked him. He was about to leave the examination room and was stopped by Huo Jian.

"Student, wait a minute."

The people raised their spirits again, curious what he wanted to say.

"Teacher," Huo Jian squinted, "How are you doing this dance?"

-2-

The word "teacher" came out, and the whole world was quiet.

When Huo Jian was the captain of A, he has always maintained a strong and strong captain style. Now he has flew back to China after several storms, and the whole body has always been breathtaking, and there is a kind of high cold that has transformed from suffering.

Although SPF insiders are not strange, but the outside world has never seen this side of Huo Shen-

My ear is wrong? ? ?

What are you waiting for? ? ?

Holding grass—?

A soft and kind ‘teacher’ called out, not only did the boys help frame the seedlings outside the field, but both tutors in the field showed wonderful expressions.

All the people who were still crying for the true feelings of the crane boy who hit CALL all ignited. Many people have already pulled out the editing software to try to set this as a text message bell.

[What is the relationship between these two? ? I heard my teacher's heart when I came out, OK TAT]

[Blade don’t shout like this softly-you will definitely be cut to the B station to drive the CP car -]

[When did I have such an attitude towards others, this is too close, is it not allowed! ! ! ]

[Fuck, this voice, this smile, I can’t do it anymore, I lost too much blood on the spot and died...]

Pei Ru also looked at Huo Jian and smiled without speaking.

He didn't expect the little white wolf to call himself publicly.

Suddenly heard it now, as if receiving a bright and gentle gift.

I thought it would take a long time to blaze the heat, but I didn't expect the progress to start long ago.

It is a good sign.

Huo Jian didn't care about the messy reaction outside the field, and laughed and called again.

"Teacher, okay?"

This sound was even a crime, and it fell on everyone's heart like a feather, tickling slightly.

The barrage concentration spiked again instantly.

[I'm dead, I'm okay, what the **** is going on! ! ]

[So they knew each other long ago, did they? ? ]

[All nibble! ! The teacher-student relationship is really no longer true! ! What should the CP name be called?]

Some trainees who have doubts about their sexual orientation have already covered their chests.

Fang Chengran looked at the question mark, Zhu Xizhi was lifted to the ears with reddish ears, thin ring smiled relaxed and happy.

There was a moment of surprise in Fu's expression next year.

When Huo Jian looked at the man, there was a close look he had never seen before.

The teenager must have a glance and quickly looked away.

Chen Yuanqing followed the reaction and laughed at the two of them.

"Teacher Huo called you teacher, according to this generation, I have to call you Master Shi."

Pei Ru also got up and walked towards him, glancing back at the white wolf who flicked his tail.

"... Listen old-fashioned."

"How can it be old-fashioned." Huo blade propped his chin to the theater, and signaled the staff to put the lighting props in place: "The name of Shizu, when you hear it, you will have a breeze and a bright moon.

Mei Heng rarely saw Huo Jian joking with others. At this time, he made fun of him, explaining the foreword to the audience.

"You have studied with boss Pei for eight years, and you don't want to jump over yourself?"

Feng Jin was drinking tea while watching the fun, and even wanted to add more fun to the seeds.

"Well, I'll teach more." Pei Ru also sighed and beckoned with pride: "Big Cloth and Folding Fan borrowed, thank you."

Chen Yuanqing is still a senior high school student. It is a bit embarrassing to stand by a tall and tall man. He quickly takes off his coat and hands him.

This is the first time trainees have seen the whole picture of this mysterious mentor.

Waist ratio, chest to back ratio, from shoulder line to leg line, but anyone who has practiced knows how perfect it is.

-This is the figure of a born dancer.

The ink-colored big cloak whirled around, and the expression looked forward to the vision of the far-sighted look, and the classic gaseous state bake out every second.

Chen Yuanqing didn't expect that the instructor would remember the dance steps once he saw it, and he took a few steps back in amazement and looked a little uncomfortable outside the picture.

The bronze chime sounded three more times, and the man raised his eyebrows and entered the scene of sound and picture in a flash.

The jade fan was originally just a decoration on the hand, which added a bit of grace to Chen Yuanqing in the dance, but it fell into the hands of Pei Ruye but became a **** blade, opening and closing against the bronze cymbals, showing the two Fierce fighting in the battle against the base!

Huo Jian licked his lower lip unconsciously.

He really hasn't watched the teacher dance for a long time.

Breaking through the music, the more murderous you are, the more you make a bow, the end is the majestic meaning.

When Pei Ruye was up against the wind, his strength was quite impressive. He turned over and flew his sleeves to give orders to the soldiers. The sense of control and sexual tension broke out at the same time, and he seemed to be able to control his mind across the screen.

This dance book was edited and repaired by a group of teenagers, but at the moment, he was changed while jumping, and the sparseness and density should be tuned to the best state slowly. In four minutes, the piano flute and Qiangqi battled endlessly, and the dance turned. It also follows the rhythm more and more rapidly.

——Although it is fast and not disordered, it is shocking but not clumsy.

Wan Ma did not hiss, and a cold horn made Lingying Liuying.

Seeing Qiuyuan like palms, spear blades protruding, Xingchi iron riding, the battlefield is vertical and horizontal.

Whirling around again, the sharp eyes were taken in by the lens, as if Xiong Xiong was so proud!

A handful of mentally weak trainees hid back subconsciously, more teenagers who had learned to dance had stood up and applauded, and the atmosphere on and off the court were all pushed to a boiling state!

Stage performance requires both a stage and a performance.

At this moment, the man enters the play, is the famous general who leads the Yanyun Eighteenth Iron Riding Gallop.

He spins with a fan, the ink robe spreads like a crane feather, the jade bone is knocked, and the fan surface stretches like a cold blade-

Dragon snake flying on paper. Watching the pen down the four feasts.

The dust and sand will be blocked, Hou Wanli will be sealed, and the printing of gold will be like a fight.

This solo dance has nothing to do with improvisation, but it can be seen that the human heart is beating more and more, and it still can't come back for a long time when the eight immortals are finished.

The man calmly bowed down to thank the crowd, but the audience stopped in a trance.

"The more this kind of battle dance, the more force and footwork you need to perform," Pei Ruye unbuttoned his robe and put it on Chen Yuanqing's shoulder, explaining without a fuss: "You don't have enough sense of strength because your practice is too heavy Soothing, you need to change your mind as soon as possible."

Chen Yuanqing was so startled that he could hardly think about the problem.

He was so shocked that he suspected that he used to dance in the past, and the mess he made was not worth mentioning at all.

"Master Zu... It's amazing."

Mei Heng and Feng Jin applauded well at the scene.

"I know Boss Bae," Feng Jin said safely with a vacuum flask: "He sold me face and helped me to do two concerts before. The effect was so good that other dance companies couldn't compare."

"Boss Pei~~" Mei Heng said slowly: "When do I sell my face~~~"

Pei Ru also nodded with a smile and paused in front of Huo Jian for a few seconds when he returned to his seat.

Then he smiled and said, "Are you happy?"

Huo Jian narrowed his eyes with satisfaction: "I'm happy."

The masses outside the court have been intrigued by the girl's ambitions, ambitions, and battles, and they laugh and laugh.

In the first phase, the amount of information has exploded to such a point, is it not good enough to read it again! !

They thought that this mediocre little program could invite 120 or so good-looking little brothers. It was very nice. They did not expect that they could watch the little handsome guys line up and play the violin while playing the piano.

More than one hundred boys at the school grass level are very eye-catching when they take exam papers. Just open a live broadcast and edit.

Then a series of teenagers with different personalities went to the top of the exam to save the rankings, and they were all out of nowhere to make people unable to buy stocks.

——I just saw this and appeared a more talented person. I hugged this guy who was about to vote and immediately refreshed a new character who was out of print.

One shot is not enough, who should stand in the end! ! !

As a result, in the last ten minutes of the show, Pei Ru was also released to dance.

Chat and instruction took six minutes, and dancing was only four minutes.

These four minutes completely refreshed people's awareness of dance and fully demonstrated how **** and aggressive a man can be.

——No wonder the program team wants him to be a tutor! ! !

——No wonder Huo Jian speaks respectfully and respectfully as a teacher! ! !

At this juncture, a large number of program fans and passers-by fans descended in batches, following the jadeite to find all the materials related to President Pei in the past.

This episode has too few shots for President Pei! ! Not enough at all! ! !

A turn through the A and SPF from the beginning to the end, no more rummaging.

——This man accompanied Huo Ren silently for eight years.

This year is the ninth year.

Every clue is true and absolute, and the human brain is blank.

When Huo Jian first appeared in the video of Haixuan, the voiceover was that Pei examiner was asking questions.

The lowness is magnetic and the recognition is too high to be recognized as someone else.

Then came the trainees' flower arrangement, daily shooting after the official group formation, personal guidance when recording the MV for the first time, and the top dance director in the list behind the scenes on the official DVD of the concert over the years.

Even the live broadcast platform that he founded in China, which is now popular in the world, is called Yehuo, which is exactly the same as Huo Jian's "Nightfire".

CP fans originally had a very lucky attitude. I thought I would find some sugar to nibble quietly, and nibbling the love between teachers and students is also very good.

——Then he was inundated with sugar mountains and sugar seas, almost choking.

It's Niang CP, not roast goose in the palace! ! What are you two doing? ! !

What kind of teacher-student relationship is this! ! !

In the mentor's dormitory, Huo Jian quietly opened Weibo.

Then I saw the CP super talk of the first surge.

"Nightfire is like a blade"

He took a deep breath, inexplicably nervous.

While paying attention to whether the man came back or not, on the other hand, he talked aloud and watched the countless clues turned out by the crowd, as well as every time Pei Ru was on the back of the concert stage.

Look at it and cover your face unconsciously.

......The teacher is really good today.

I can feel it again.

It was exactly the same as a boy, pure and trembling.

Admiration, obsession, trust, closeness.

It is made up of countless emotions and memories, and touching will make your breathing pause.

It has nothing to do with all treatments, nor is it a simple desire at the physical and hormonal level.

It's the kind of heartbeat that I can't help blushing at the thought of.