The Idol Group and the Crown

-Shi Jianian and Fu actually tied for second next year!

There was a lot of exclamation outside the court, and they were surprised by this dramatic scene.

Also at this time, the Persian cat-like mixed-race teenager came out of the examination room.

He picked up a chair in front of everyone and put it in the middle of Zhu Xizhi and Fu next year.

Zhu Xizhi looked at the gray-blue eyes and whistled, and moved the number one chair one inch further in front.

"You two talk slowly," Xiao Xuebao smiled with a wagging tail: "Anyway, it's me."

Indeed, in terms of professionalism and practice time, Zhu Xizhi has a crushing advantage among these 120 people.

He and Fu are only 18 years old next year. The body retains the flexibility and flexibility unique to teenagers. At the same time, his face is highly recognizable. He also likes to wear a spotted coat outside his uniform. It can be seen no matter where he stands.

Because of this, since the first phase began, his popularity ranking has remained high, and several aid stations have been opened, and there are big fans to find SPF and Honglutai in advance to book public performance tickets.

Fu first met a mixed-race student next year, nodded cautiously, and did not talk too much.

He knew he had another opponent.

The two teenagers sat side by side, curious eyes peeping from hundreds of people behind them.

The great white shark is not accustomed to those sights, and repeatedly adjusts his sitting posture, pretending to watch the follow-up assessment seriously.

Five minutes later, Zhu Xizhi quietly moved the chair back and whispered to Shi Jianian.

"Your eyes look so good, you don't need to wear beauty contacts..."

He stretched out his paws and wanted to compare his skin tone.

Originally fair skin and creamy white on the side lined it, it was a bit dim.

Shi Jianian's eyes were slightly picky, smiling: "Your hands are very soft."

Zhu Xizhi's ear was red, and the straight man rubbed his fingertips.

"It seems hey."

Fu silently turned his head to the other side next year.

He feels that his future teammates are not normal.

The big rankings gradually came to an end, like the placement test in the first grade.

In this round of 120 to 80, 40 trainees will be eliminated in one swipe.

All the staff in the Tianzi class held steady, and a few rankings fell back to the upper and lower class.

Some trainees in the bottom of the ranking learned that they were going, but felt relieved.

... There are too many people here, and being in the same room can increase anxiety.

At the same time when the four sub-liners changed their blood, a boy named Red Deer jumped from 103 in the lower class to the end of the upper class. The progress was quite rapid.

While he blushed and thanked his mentors, Fu took a look next year.

"Oh, it's him," Zhu Xizhi said with surprise: "You last practiced dancing with him last time, and only returned to the dormitory in the middle of the night, didn't you?"

Fu glanced at his eyeglasses next year, and after a while he heard the sound.

In the past two weeks, he basically knew all of them and helped several others.

It is necessary to grasp the overall situation.

As early as the end of the college entrance examination, Huo Jian and other instructors held a meeting with the program team, and confirmed the follow-up system arrangement again.

"Shenyou's Choice" itself is jointly organized by Honglutai and SPF, and it is very convenient to discuss many things.

Half a year after Chi Ji committed suicide, SPF established the Depression Public Welfare Foundation, which regularly remits funds to the account to carry out nationwide emergency relief and public welfare treatment.

A is an unavoidable topic. Huo Jian does not retreat in the face of the media lens. The company also hopes that people will remember rather than choose to forget.

As early as when the program was organized, they selected several songs from the classic stage of calendar A, hoping that these songs could be performed and reproduced by the power of the new generation again.

This move is completely win-win.

Most of the current trainees are in poor condition, and it is inevitable that they will appear green and flawed during the performance.

For example, group dances such as "Nightfire" and "Hanmang" are by no means a temporary group of people who can practice smoothly for a week.

The charm of singing and dancing can set off these children, but also make people realize how precious A was.

It was the existence of the crown that made the public once mistakenly think that the word perfect is not sparse.

This proposal was nodded by the five crowns now, but Huo Jian decided to move to the semi-finals of 50 and then release.

Now some trainees have poor abilities and are not good enough.

Out of selfishness and impartiality, he did not want these two songs to be treated lightly.

"Then if it is adjusted like this," the director wrote a series of keywords on the whiteboard: "I will directly divide eighty people into eight groups and choose their own projects."

Dance, performance, vocal music, creation.

Each item is a team work, so these children have to understand the difference between single debut and group battle.

"The dance is given to Mr. Pei, and the vocal music is of course Mr. Mei," the producer said with a chin on his chin. "How to make a show? Shoot TV commercials, print magazines, and let children simply have an addiction?"

Feng Jin said slowly: "Don't shoot at the end and cry."

"Another problem is that creating this thing..." The chief director said with a headache: "It's difficult to create original, not to mention that there is not enough time."

"So if someone can stand out with the team, it will be more points."

"Then you can only gamble." The producer said seriously: "If you can't, just find an outsourcing and write a bottom-up saver. After singing, you will be eliminated."

From 120 to 80, forty trainees waved goodbye to their companions.

Everyone has become acquainted with each other in the past few weeks, and it is inevitable that they are somewhat sentimental at the moment, but the atmosphere at this moment is not sensational.

"Brother Xi! Chong, you must reach the summit!"

"Come on-I'm too weak. I ran first -"

"Brother Gu, I'm optimistic about you!!! Thank you for signing MUA!!!"

The four instructors watched a group of children walk out of the giant carved door in the filming hall, waiting for the scene to return to calm.

Some trainees are still reluctant to watch their friends leave, and some trainees have never looked back.

As the door closed silently, Huo Jian reached out and snapped his fingers.

The marble prop wall behind the tutor has four doors flipped open at the same time, and the gilt gold carvings are gorgeous and beautiful.

"It's time to stand in line again."

Huo Jian looked around the younger generations with expectations and calmly guided them.

The rules are clearly explained, and the four doors rotate like a golden compass.

"From today, until the finals, you all need to work together as a team member to win."

"Although in the future, your teammates will only have five people, and you have to start from scratch after you debut."

"But everything now is an advance notice of what you will encounter."

Disputes, division, cohesion, division of labor.

With whom to join, who is recognized as a leader, or what is a real regiment.

There are many things you have to learn.

Eighty people were divided into eight groups and began to choose their way forward.

Gu Shaochu didn't hesitate much and went directly to the vocal group with more advantages for him.

His performance and dance foundations are slightly weak, and vocal music is not very demanding on individuals.

Bo Huan went to the composition group, Han Yang went to the vocal group, and hugged each other before each.

"Come on--"

"See you in Tianzi Group!"

Zhu Xizhi took a few steps forward, then suddenly stopped and turned to look back.

Huo Jian glanced at the teenager, not sure what he wanted to do.

"Brothers-I'm going to the dance group!" The teenager spread his hands on his lips like a captain of a vibrant high school basketball team: "I will compete for the team leader and take everyone to win! I want to dance and come to me!" "

The friends who had been with him immediately raised their hands and laughed, and soon followed into the same group door.

"The dance group's 20 people are full and the gate is closed."

Fu thought about it for a long time next year, and finally chose a sparsely composed creative team.

Before entering the door, he stood in front of Huo Jian and bowed sincerely.

"Thank you teacher for your teaching."

Huo Jian smiled and nodded: "Come on."

In the last eight groups, the four instructors each confirmed the list and arrangement process, and took the trainees to prepare for the next performance.

The two teams of the performance group need to shoot commercials and public service advertisements for up to three minutes each, and they will also be released publicly on the same day.

The dance group and the original group share the entire 12th floor, and the instrument room and recording studio have all been debugged.

Huo Jian called twenty people into the team and found that one of the teams had several familiar faces.

Fu next year, Chen Yuanqing, Bo Huan, Shi Jianian, Red Deer.

He glanced at the crowd for two years, and explained the creative process before get off work.

The chalk words on the blackboard are still Liu Shu, slender and slender, and Wen Xiu is divine.

"...It is important to note that team leadership and time control are important."

A. Thanks to Mei Shengyao's repeated efforts to speed up the progress, he stunned the five albums with high quality and speed.

Huo Jian wrote a few strokes and suddenly missed everyone at home.

He settled down and turned to look at the audience again after calming down.

"The time is only seven days, first seek the finished product, and then sculpt carefully, do not drill the horns."

"The theme of this creation is "Morning Breeze"."

After the students settled down, he left a contact and turned out of the classroom.

In the distance, the dance hall already had a bright beat, and several teenagers were singing along.

Huo Jian looked away for a long time and walked to the fire exit.

He took out his phone and pressed a few keys, and made a voice call in the chat group that had been silent for a long time.

It didn't take long for Xie Lianyun to connect first.

"Blade? How have you been recently?"

"I'm okay, here is very smooth," Huo Jian leaned against the wall, holding the phone dumbly and said: "Brother Yun...I miss you."

Xie Lianyun paused for a few seconds, Wen Wen comforted: "I have been abroad for a few days, I will come to see you once."

"Blade is okay, we are still there."

Bo Ju's voice appeared quickly, with a little nervousness: "Are you okay?"

"He missed us." Xie Lianyun said softly.

"I miss you too...I dreamed and dreamed several times, we went to a concert and walked together on the beach," Bo Jue rubbed his eyes, his voice was a little unstable: "I haven't seen you for a long time, what time? It's been so fast."

Long Ji was still presiding over the meeting and only sent a short message to express his concern.

After not chatting for a few minutes, Mei Shengyao also joined the call.

"Brother Blade? Is Brother Yun also here?"

"I took the trainee to write songs today, and suddenly I thought a long time ago," Huo Jian whispered: "At that time, I was urging us every day, Yun Yun throwing pillows with him..."

"Mr. Huo and Professor Bo are now," Xie Rianyun tried to dilute the sad atmosphere: "When I first started learning song writing, I thought about how this roommate was like a little monster."

"I always feel that we are still seventeen or eighty years old," Bo Jue suddenly said: "Every time I see someone call Long Longji calling President Long, I feel incredible."

"You said a few of us, didn't you just enter SPF a few years ago?"

Even Huo Jian is now 24 years old, and is no longer the kid who followed his brothers to hide ice cream.

Huo Jian paused for a long time, and he asked for a while.

"The little nightingale you raised... how is it?"

The multiplayer call was silent for a few seconds.

"Not very good," Mei Shengyao said distressedly: "Ignore me, sing, eat, and sleep every day."

"...I tried to raise him fat."

Xie Lianyun took a deep breath and couldn't listen anymore.

They have touched anyone in the group so far, and can't help but want to apologize again and again.

"You work harder for a while, I will come back to take care of you for a while."

"It's okay, Brother Yun, you're busy first."

"Let's get together when free, I miss you guys..."

"Eat a meal together, or go to a musical?"

"You absolutely can't guess what Bo Jue called me to drink last time-green vegetable porridge! Green vegetable porridge and scrambled eggs with sponge gourd!! Finally I paid for it!!!"

"Did I not pay the bill...?"

"you have not!!"

-2-

Each OSC award has a deadline for submission.

If you want to participate in the selection of the Crown Awards, you must release the album before August 20, and open at least one concert of more than 50,000 people by October 20.

This year, FALSE is also in the limelight. Not only did all the people participate in the shooting of the popular online drama "Cinderella Night", the album was released in March, and the fans hailed how much online sales have broken from the time and the number of each item. For the record, he nearly grabbed the crown and put it on their captain.

The composition of fans has always been complicated.

Pure Tuanfan only chews the souls of the masses, and it looks at the interaction and friendship between the five people and Hemei.

The only thing that fans feel about Yan Yanni’s boyfriend is that CP fans are better at Lenovo and magnifying glass.

Some career fans are blind, only chasing TOP and recognizing achievements, becoming faster than anyone else.

They used to follow A because A is a leader in the industry and the unrivaled top men's team.

A fell from the peak, some people were frustrated and no longer moved their true feelings, and some people took FALSE without stopping for a long time. As usual, they encouraged their brothers to take the crown.

To put it bluntly, how individuals chase is just to satisfy their inner desires.

Not much to do with the men’s team itself.

Huo Jian recognizes the status quo very well and has not rested since returning to China.

He needs to make an album in three months.

An album with at least twelve songs and three MVs.

Two songs can be delivered to others to complete, one for Xie Lianyun and one for Mei Shengyao.

There are ten songs left, and each song can be allocated in less than ten days.

He didn't have many choices, and he could only write and sing around while doing the show.

Nowadays, there are many people on the Internet, and there are many people who speculate on Chi Ji's true cause of death.

[He wouldn’t want to impact the Crown Award next year, right? ]

[It’s May. I don’t think it’s possible. It’s impossible to judge by outsourcing the album. ]

[FALSE has become more and more popular in recent years. I heard that several members have been sent to the master studio to gilt. I specially learned how to make originals. I see that I want to climb the wall _(:з”∠)_]

[If Huo Jian really came back to China just to grab the crown with them, then the hope is too slim...not optimistic. ]

The sound of the piano on the 20th floor was intermittent, and occasionally it was played in a hurry, with a few heavy hits.

Knuckles hit an icy and hard piece of black and white piano keys diagonally, which can cause pain for a long time.

At first, Pei Ru also came over to confirm the situation. Later, he also understood that Huo Jian was too anxious and sometimes needed to be alone.

Then the kitchen gradually came out of the roasting fragrance.

Baking muffins again today.

Flowing yellow sandwich milk muffins.

Huo Jian gradually progressed to the current state. At first, because of taking medicine and being sick, playing the piano was not stable, and he slowly adjusted it. Sometimes he could complete the whole week of work in two or three days.

He also maintains psychotherapy, and will express his concerns about the progress to the doctor during the video call.

"Is there such a possibility," the other party said gently: "You don't want this album to be completed so quickly."

"what?"

"Sounds contradictory, but this is the fact."

"There are many people who are unwilling to save money, on the surface because there is always a lot of expenditure, but actually because they are afraid or disgusted with money."

Subconsciously, they think that money is dirty and bad.

This is also related to many deep-rooted Chen Jie.

"You mean, I don't want to finish this album myself?"

The other party did not respond and gave him some pause to think.

Huo Jian wondered for a long time, and said for a long time: "Yes."

"You are right."

He sat up a lot and spoke out the fear in his heart.

"Once I arrive at the concert, I will be the only one."

Huo Jian witnessed the audience's dark scenes many times.

A. When the concert opened for the first time, then many times later.

From the construction of the venue to the demolition, the six of them participated in dozens of carnival feasts, and each time there was a companion to celebrate and hug.

He was the only one left, waiting for 10,000 people to come and wait for the silence.

"I am alone, how do I go forward?"

He could hardly say this sentence completely.

"...I have never faced this alone."

Previously, there were six people in rehearsal and six people in choreography. All links and gaps belonged to six people.

So far, the spotlight that should have been assigned to each teammate will be gathered on his own.

Overexposure of the spotlight temperature seems to corrode human skin and muscles, burning the heart into withered cinder.

"Huo Jian, in fact, there are very clichés," the therapist said gently: "but it works very well."

"What we fear is always our own fantasy."

It is not reality.

Huo Jian looked complex: "You think reality is not so bad."

"When you don't get there, all the fantasy is just floating bubbles."

"If you don't have courage, my advice is to reach out to people who can give you courage."

Give me courage.

The young man put down his pen and sniffed the light and sweet muffin aroma in the air again.

He glanced at the unfinished words on the sheet of paper and got up and walked into the kitchen.

The man in his apron flipped the muffins and didn't look back when he heard footsteps.

"This one has shredded seaweed. If you don't like it, I will make another one later."

Huo Jian didn't say anything, and slowly reached out his arms from behind his back and buried his face in his back.

"...Teacher." He sullen his head, his voice somewhat blurred: "Let me hug for a while."

Pei Ru also sighed slightly and reached out to touch his cheek.

Suddenly the palm was wet, and was kissed gently.

This kind of touch is unclear whether it is ambiguous provocation, or the daily appearance of psychological dependence.

The man's eyes were dim and he chose not to respond.

His lover is too tired, and it is unlikely that he will have extra energy to fall in love with himself at this moment.

Huo Jian pressed Pei Ruye's spine with his cheek, observing the other party's reaction silently.

I really want to say it.

Teacher, I like how you take care of me like this.

You touch my face again, OK, I want to kiss your palm more.

He waited quietly for a long time, but got no response.

So he sighed slightly in his heart.

"I want to eat cherries."

Pei Ru was still concentrating on feeling the hot and humid breath in the palm of his hand, drawing back his head and nodding, letting him hug himself and wash another plate of mellow and full cherries.

Then feed it by hand.

There is always a sense of taboo in doing this kind of thing.

The person who hugs him is a former student, and it is also the existence that has made him desire too many times in dreams and reality.

Pure and fragile, but at the same time tough as a cold sword.

Even if you just think about it, it will make your heart deep.

Huo Jian didn't expect him to feed it by hand, and tried to hold one.

Then he bit the teacher's fingertips accurately.

Mingrun was slightly cold and still covered with drops of water.

The cherry is very sweet, but it's not the point anymore.

"I still want to eat."

Pei Ruye also moved his throat, letting all the thoughts in his mind pass by, and fed another silently.

Huo Jian didn't eat slowly, and contained the cherry core like a squirrel, and let him keep feeding it.

Sometimes it will deliberately hold the fingertips and even lick the fingertips with the tip of the tongue.

He learns more without tutoring.

It is really green and sultry.

Pei Ru also met his sight for a few seconds, turned off the fire and shoveled the muffins into the plate.

"Those students, what do you think?" Huo Jian asked sideways.

"A few are very good, and their talents are very good."

"Who is the best to dance?"

"Chen Yuanqing has potential, Zhu Xi's difference is on the horizon."

Huo Jian responded for a long while, and buried his head next to his butterfly bone, and refused to speak again.

"But if it's best to look..." The man slowly said: "I only officially accepted a student."

Everyone else is a business partner and can’t count.

"He is stubborn and is too cruel to himself."

"But every time I dance, I don't want to forget when I see my dream."

He danced with a tie and danced with joy.

He also danced in front of the night and six bright mirrors under the long lights, or held a 13-section silver whip to dance alone in the summer wind.

It is my **** desire, my only one.