The Idol Group and the Crown

Uncle Jiang is more than fifty.

He was wearing a brown-grey plaid suit and did not look back when he heard the sound of the door.

Huo Jian walked in front of him in a half-circle, feeling a sense of repression when he approached him.

This man is an old smoke gun. He could smell a cold smoke when he opened the door.

Uncle Jiang didn't wear sunglasses when he appeared in the conference hall, but they were too far apart before, Huo Jian didn't see clearly.

It was only a silhouette when I saw you for the second time.

Now the scene is confined to a small square room, only he and this person face conversation, the psychological pressure caused by identity recognition alone makes Huo Jian breathe tight.

He knew that he was entering a world that had never been imagined before, and he felt true and false almost every day.

Before sitting down, I still remember bowing and saluting, and said uncle Jiang with a whisper.

The middle-aged man wore blue-gray sunglasses, his eyes and emotions were completely covered, so Huo Jian could not judge his thoughts.

"Simple chat."

Huo Jian nodded.

Jiang Shu opened the information page and pressed the ballpoint pen for a moment.

The room has been soundproofed, which makes the irregular sound particularly clear.

Huo Jian instinctively began to guess his question.

Your identity, future plans, achievements, or your father's mess?

"What are you thinking about recently?"

"...How can I enter corona."

"Be more specific."

Huo Jian looked up at him, thinking a little out of control.

Even if he wears sunglasses, he feels that his sight is as sharp as a military thorn, and he is being examined as if all his thoughts have been glanced at.

"I know there is only one quota left." The teenager quickly said: "I'm looking for a breakthrough."

"did you find it?"

"Not sure." When talking with such seniors, Huo Jian's mind was thoughtful and there seemed to be only a blank: "In theory, I can't repeat with those five people, which will weaken the competitiveness of the team."

Bo Jue is good at a variety of musical instruments and composition, Xie Lianyun composes and composes Sanquan, Longji rap street dance choreography is very strong, Chi Ji has been practicing singing and dancing since childhood.

He had no concept of the son of the king, but he could hardly find his place in front of the four.

——If I want to stay, what role and where should I stand?

Uncle Jiang is still pressing the ballpoint pen irregularly, as if thinking about what he said, as if he was just coping with the talk.

After nearly half a minute, he opened the next question: "What do you think of idols."

Huo Jian already feels like a philosophical question.

He wasn't sitting very well, and he moved a little before speaking.

"I have no definite answer and I am still looking for it."

Uncle Jiang sneered: "The final result will be produced in two months. It will be time to find it again at this time."

When he spoke, his throat had a rough texture left after smoking for a long time, mixed with viper-like hiss.

Huo Jian set his nerves, or chose to give up the trial and error, all the truth.

"When I first came here for an interview, it was because my family owed loan sharks."

"After dropping out of school, I don't have many choices, I just want to live."

He looked up and looked at Jiang Shuping straightly: "Now I want to join corona, 90% of the reason is still because of money."

"If I don't make money, I may live on the streets or be taken away by the group of debt collectors."

"I want to stay and want to live alive."

"So even if there are only two months, I must try my best to find the answer."

This is not an exploration of ideal dreams, but his life and death.

At the age of sixteen, he is helpless in society, and even the opportunity to work is hard to find.

As long as he is eliminated, he may be engulfed in a blink of an eye, and his soul and soul are destroyed silently.

Uncle Jiang was still observing him, and his sitting position had not changed since he entered the door.

"What's the other reason?"

Huo Jian smiled with his eyes down: "I like it here."

He originally thought he would belong to the high school physics league, belong to the junior class of the University of Science and Technology, and live like a student of the same age.

But coming here for a few months, all the unexpected things he learned can give him the same joy and security.

He began to enjoy singing in the bar, dancing with his friends in the mirror, and jumping eight thousand ropes in the corridor alone at night.

Both the body and the brain are being developed to the limit, which allows him to confirm that he is alive.

Very real alive.

Uncle Jiang raised his hand and closed the pen.

This kid is very interesting.

Switching between toughness and softness, just a few words exposed the personality of several sides.

The plasticity is also very strong, and also actively exposed the weaknesses, undoubtedly showing loyalty.

I don't know if I was born so smart, or who was the one who had been instructed.

"Go out." There was no emotion in his voice: "It will be this time next week."

Huo Jian got up and pushed the chair back, and quietly bowed quietly.

He still has eight weeks to submit the answer.

After Huo Jian walked out, Long Ji, who was not far away, also walked in. After ten minutes, the door was pushed out, and his expression was very relaxed.

He took Huo blade to breakfast, and his steps were brisk.

"Uncle Jiang asked you what?"

"What are you thinking about recently, and what do i think of idols."

It's only six o'clock now. The cafeteria is steaming with warm and humid heat. A waiter is helping to bring a pot of porridge soup pasta to the long table.

Longji was losing weight recently, and picked two pieces of purple potatoes, which was not enough. After thinking about it, he took a bowl of Caesar salad.

He watched the hot noodles in the distance for a long time without moving, and reluctantly continued to chat.

"It's a similar problem on my side."

"I told him that I have had a good time recently, and I have nothing to think about." Long Ji handed Huo Jian a root fish and sausage, and signaled him to eat more: "And, idol is a glowing profession."

"It is enough for fans to always have a concern."

Huo Jian found a place with him, sat down, stirred his oatmeal for a while, and suddenly said, "I plan to find a time to go to the bar again."

Long Li said: "Ms. Lu, they will go to the team on Friday."

"No, it's a practice for the applicants." Huo Jian thought for a while: "Deep in my heart, I always feel like I'm far away from the stage."

"Sometimes I also wonder if I will go back to high school sooner or later, not a trainee."

But if you leave the company of those teammates and sing in the past as an individual rather than as a group, you may feel very different on the stage.

Long Jia looked at him sideways and reached out to rub the boy's head.

Bo Jue came back this afternoon, and he was panting while carrying the suitcase, and his hairband was almost gone.

"Belgium has been at a carnival recently," he kicked his boots in the dormitory, and the windbreaker was thrown directly on Long Ji's arm: "Ho, I brought you a black trick-I don't have enough space in my suitcase, so I only bring it A small box."

A small iron box was thrown out soundly, just caught by Huo Blade.

"Teacher Bo is not interesting enough." Long Ji helped him to hang the windbreaker smoothly and fold it without coquettishness. "They also want to eat chocolate."

"Get up." Bo Jue took a knot on his long hair, and motioned to take another small iron box diagonally across the box: "Don't you just spit one meter nine?"

Long Ji kissed the little iron box and said: "Yes, this is the sealing fee."

Bo Jue was too lazy to pack up the box and took Huo Blade's wrist out: "Go check the piano first. Have you practiced on time recently?"

"I have practiced," Huo Jian knew that he was afraid of trouble, and quickly reported the completion of his homework: "The finger arpeggios are practiced every day. The Benbach you left me is also familiar with the video, and he is not lazy."

Bo Jue raised his arms around his arms, turned his head to signal Long Ji Ma followed up, the three of them swayed to the piano room.

Xie Lianyun was picking the score here, and said with a sideways hello: "Yo, Hu Lai."

"It's not too much to add you." Bo Juliang said coolly: "I heard that spf has brought milk tea every day for the past two months. Are you afraid that Uncle Jiang will take a ruler to pump you."

"I'm very restrained." Xie Lianyun said in earnest: "Who is going to tell me about this matter, I'll never stop talking to him."

Bo Ju said with a smile: "The little girls at the front desk have started to bet, don't you know?"

"They all know, guess whether Uncle Jiang knows or not?"

"I talked to you back and forth this week." Xie Liyun was very calm: "I made him angry, you are the tail of the typhoon."

Bo Jue scolded and pulled Huo Jian into the piano room.

"Play the piano, don't chat with that bastard."

Long Ji was still chewing chocolate and handed a piece to Xie Liyun: "Taste? Belgian."

Xie Liyun drew out two piano scores and glanced at it a little bit: "Hei Qiao, forget it."

"Don't give him food!" A voice came from the piano room: "Do not give him food for dogs!"

Huo Jianrui played back and forth through the front and back operations, and the flexibility of his ten fingers was better than two months ago. I don’t know where to go.

For a while before, every time after training rope skipping, his legs were sore that he couldn't walk, so he came here and practiced until he could walk and then went back.

Half Ben Hanon bounced back and forth hundreds of times like a magician's spell, and now the ten-finger knuckles are more obedient than obedient.

He also bounced the unremarkable part of Bo Jue behind him, and was inadvertently fed two pieces of chocolate.

It's bitter and not delicious at all.

Long Li licked his fingertips and said publicly: "This is a blessing and enjoyment, thank you very much for your teacher Bo."

Huo Jian ate his chocolate bite with a bitter face, didn't have time to disguise his expression, frowned and wondering how to turn the next passage.

Bo Jue turned his score on one hand and pinched his face on the other: "Dark chocolate is the romance of an adult. You are a man who is stupid and will not enjoy it."

The chocolate in Huo Jian's mouth hadn't swallowed yet, and there were almost two wrong decorative sounds.

"Well, it's quite romantic." Long Ji held a small box and fed a piece to Bo Jue: "After eating, you will be able to sing an aria. Teacher Bo must try it."

"Fuck, what brand is so bad!"