The Idol Group and the Crown

There was a sharpness in the youth.

The age range of this show includes 16-24 years old, young people are pure and gentle, young people have youthful spirit.

Gu Shaochu belongs to people who have a special sense from eyes to gas.

His hands, whether it's a tennis racket or a reagent meter in a chemical laboratory, have never been flawed.

He has been favored by the spotlight since he was young, and his pupils are like morning stars.

Huo Jian stared at him for a few seconds, his tone calmly said: "Good classmates, please introduce yourself."

"Good teachers," Gu Shaochu greeted with a smile, remembering the previous stalk: "Good ancestor."

Pei Ru also calmly said: "It seems that you know Chen Yuanqing?"

"It's a small one."

The camera immediately cut to the Mo He teenager who was on the outside of the field, and the latter waved his face expressionlessly.

Perfunctory visible to the naked eye.

"It turns out this way." Mei Heng smiled: "Looking forward to your performance."

Gu Shaochu wore a slim and neat sports attire. The double-line red and white color scheme is very classic, and there is no extra whitewash.

He keeps on exercising skin all year round, and it is superfluous to apply an air cushion when applying makeup.

The whole person is clear and full of strength.

When BGM sounded, the sound of the distant flute was actually humming.

Gu Shaochu raised his hand and added an Emei fan to his palm.

The off-site visitors immediately remembered the golden fan in Chen Yuanqing's hands, and the sound of joking and joking followed.

Chen Yuanqing propped up his chin with one hand. At first, he seemed uninterested in Zhuma. He glanced at the screen for a while.

The flute played solo nine series, and the young man raised his arms and fanned out, actually playing authentic martial arts.

This alias is also called Xiaoyao fan. It should use the boxing situation to penetrate the force, and at the same time use the fan to poke the block, and double the wind and the tiger.

The lines of the long waist and long legs under the sportswear are immediately visible, and the palms are bright when the long blow is suddenly, really with a bit of unabashed fierceness!

The modern attire and the classical martial arts, the demeanor of the Emei fan's ups and downs are all applauded.

Suddenly stopped, and when the momentum was regained, it was like falling rabbits to collect light. When the fan turned, all kinds of glory were gathered into the arms.

——It's a sentence to look back on, it looks like a golden jade!

Huo Jian is deliberately studying the combination of the virtual and the real. Pei Ru also leans on the paper and writes a few strokes to explain the situation.

Children of this kind of family, if they have a family history, most of the time they would like to worship old gentlemen to learn some techniques like Tai Chi.

The first is to calm the mind and temper the will, and the second is to strengthen the body and open the bones.

It's really a trainer, and it's great.

Feng Jin thought for a moment and turned to ask Mei Heng's opinion.

The program is eye-catching, the state is very stable, and the basic skills are solid.

Although they are not trainees, they are promising children at first glance.

"At this time, there is no need to keep it too tight," Mei Heng said with a smile: "Blade how to say?"

"Fifty," Huo Jian glanced at him: "Impressive."

These five-tenths plus one, Gu Shaochu strode up to the sky word group without suspense, with a smile in his eyes when thanking, there was a faint romantic phase.

The lens just gave a close-up.

Some boys outside the field were his fans when they were in elementary school. At this time, they squeaked and exaggerated while covering their hearts.

Zhu Xizhi stared at the screen alertly for a few seconds.

An extra strong competitor is in trouble.

When Gu Shaochu walked out of the examination room, he just met with Bo Huan.

Thin Huan smiled habitually, the former fixedly looked at him for a few more seconds, then nodded to make way.

Thin Ring is the only one of 120 people in the audience who has long waist and long hair.

He was also born in classical music plus Shaoxai, and his brother had a similar face, but it was a little more light and pure. It was false to say that it was not noticeable.

As early as when Bo Huan took part in the grand public examination, there were many trainees quietly biting their ears.

"That, that boy with long hair, is he Otis' brother?"

"Nineteen or twenty, right? It feels a bit like my brother's, is it too deliberate?"

"According to his relationship with Teacher Huo, the promotion should be quite smooth..."

Huo Jian saw that the thin ring was coming, and did not avoid suspicion. He smiled and said hello.

"It's Xiaohuan."

"Blade~!" Bo Huan shouted very crisply, and greeted each other with three smiles.

Here is the only one who is not familiar with him and is curious: "Are you Bo Qiu's brother?"

"Well, yes." The little white swan nodded briskly.

"Then are you like him," Feng Jin made a few moves to play the violin: "A bunch of musical instruments?"

"I can only play the piano." Bo Huan smiled: "But I might learn a few things in the future."

"If your brother is a famous idol, you will have a lot of pressure." Mei Heng said with concern: "Make good psychological adjustments, and don't care too much about other people's views."

Huo Jian wrote roughly two strokes and asked, "What is the show you brought today?"

"Offtotheraces" originally sung by LanaDelRey." Thin Ring bowed: "Thank you teachers for your guidance."

As soon as the title of the song was reported, most of the trainees outside the venue did not respond. The four teachers who had heard the song changed their faces.

Are you sure... want to sing this? !

However, the thin ring has begun with long lashes.

A mouthful of imitation is the only low and dumb smoky voice, and once again raising his eyes is lazy and ambiguous.

"Myoldmanisabadman

My old man is a bad man

ButI\'tdenythewayheholdsmyhand

But i can't resist him holding my hand

Andhegrabsme, hehasmebymyheart"

Hold my body tightly and then have my heart

The eyes swept across every teacher without any fear or shame.

It is intangible flirting, taboo teasing, and innocent innocence.

"Hedoesn\'tmindIhaveaLasVegaspast

He doesn't care about my past in Las Vegas

Hedoesn\'tmindIhaveaL.Acrasswayaboutme——"

He doesn't care about my rough Los Angeles-like temperament--

If shame is the product of training in the later period of education, the thin ring belongs to being brutally crushed and polished by his brother too many times, and now it is unpredictable.

He and his brother have the same tastes and erroneous tastes, so he has been misunderstood and rejected for many years.

But because of the love of parents, they are born with a strong self-healing nature, and there is an iron heart invisible.

Thin Ring held the microphone with one hand, and the voice of the fallen wind and dust shook with the tone of the music, and was replaced by a soft, obedient sweet voice.

This song is also a special model that is extremely difficult to cover. The double-vocal switch of the original sing has reached the point of being supernatural, but now it is presented by a long-haired teenager without pressure.

"Beagoodbaby, dowhatIwant

Be a good boy and do what I want

Lightofmylife, fireofmyloins

Light the light of my life and burn the fire of my desire

Gimmethemgolds

Give me your gold coins

Gimmethems..."

Hurry to me...

The innocent eyes on the tail, but every sound is sweet enough to entice people to hook more.

The combination of contradictions is very real at this moment, and silky string and dull drums also seem to switch back and forth between double souls.

The barrage flashed in an instant.

[Holding grass is not like his brother at all? ? What's the matter with Xiaohuan? ? ? ]

[Can smoke and sweet voice really cut back and forth? I'm sure it wasn't the show crew who wanted to sing in order to support people...]

[Although the back station is painted with little white swans, how did I smell the white cut black, no matter how good or delicious ww]

[Oh, I’m going to bend, I’m going straight, I can’t--]

Zhu Xizhi heard his throat move, lowered his voice and poked Fu next year with his elbow.

"You said he and Chen Yuanqing, who looks better?"

Fu replied with pity in his eyes next year.

Thin ring held the microphone holder with both hands, and then sang again at this moment.

Dark black hair flowing down, there is an indescribable perfect temperament.

Pei Ru also made a few notes and inexplicably felt that this child was naturally suitable as an entertainer.

The on-site mentality is good, there is no shame in the explicit expression, and the typhoon is also very beautiful.

Huo Jianning looked at the thin ring for a long time, and suddenly thought of the old man.

An old man who is similar to him but very different.

"Andheshowsme, heknowsme, everyinytarblacksoul

He saw through every inch of my tar-black soul

Hedoesn\'tmindIhaveaflatbroke-downlife

He doesn't care about the boring, fragmented life I'm living

Infacthesayshethinksit\'swhyhemightlikeaboutme, admiresme

In fact, he said this is exactly what he likes about me

ThewayIrolllikearollingstone——"

Praise me for rocking and rocking

The treble is steady and relaxed, and the emotional interpretation is full and in place. Although there are not many physical movements, it is enough to move the voice.

Bo Huan was originally thin and elegant. Singing such a depraved song actually made the onlookers unknowingly enter the play, and even eagerly wanted him to expose more.

The last few long sounds fluttered past, as if the pure white feathers fell on the apex of the person's heart, and at the end were all trembling slightly.

"Very... surprising." Feng Jin quickly wrote a score to both hands and gave him the only personal confirmation tonight: "It's very potential, I'm optimistic about you."