The Idol Group and the Crown

When Huo Jian had dinner, he found Chi Ji sitting alone in the corner.

Ji Ji's personality is usually shy and introverted. It is easy to blush when a few jokes are made by friends. Plus, he only recently joined the trainee, and there are few people who are alone.

Huo Jian picked up the dinner and sat down next to him with a plate, casually said: "Good evening."

"Huo Jian," Ji Ji stared at the caramel pudding on his plate, as if saying hello to dessert: "Are you going to the bar tonight?"

"Well, I want to practice the scene again." Huo Jian pushed the pudding to his hand: "It's delicious, with cheese inside."

Chi Ji lowered his head and whispered, "Can't eat, Uncle Jiang said I have baby fat."

"It's lovely." Huo Jian blinked and didn't understand what was going on: "You are not fat at all, there is no need to lose fat again?"

The teenager pointed to the hip-hop dancing group on TV: "Everyone's face will be widened when they are on the screen. In reality, people with the right weight will become rounded in the camera."

Huo Jian thought to himself what it meant, and glanced sideways at his dinner today.

Half a box of raw shredded cabbage, no salad dressing or grease, four chicken **** and two small purple potatoes.

"I want to eat hot pot." Ji Ji pushed the lunch box and sullenly lay on the table: "I had an appointment. Thank you for going with me this weekend. He was cut off by Jiang Jiang's face yesterday, even orange juice these days. Stop drinking."

Huo Jian silently glanced at the sweet and sour pork ribs tofu and mousse cake in his bowl, and suddenly felt guilty.

He is too low in weight and has been digested for too long, and he is not fat at all.

Ji Ji turned to look at his lunch box, and said pitifully: "You eat, I am full."

Huo Jian pushed the dish to his hand again: "Red Heart Dragon Fruit? Mango taste a little?"

"No, you have to control the sugar." Chi Ji buried his face in his arm and whined, "You eat quickly, I will smell it."

"……Ok."

Huo Jian went to the bar to sing this time, and he chose the occasion when several other friends were not there.

They will give him a sense of security and companionship when they stand in the field.

The bar owner and spf company are old acquaintances, leading him to say a few hellos to the bands, and also actively handed a glass of syrupy Sydney water: "You can't sing easily, tonight is casual, I'm not in a hurry Do business."

Huo Blade said thanks, and took the lead position, tentatively feeding.

It is half past seven at night.

There are already musicians playing guitar and singing in the bars on the left and right. The shop here is deserted, and only two or three guests are drinking and chatting.

Huo Jian took a deep breath and signaled the musician to start accompaniment.

The wood-like drumstick struck three times, and the nodes of the electronic organ rang.

"If you see me today," he held the microphone in both hands, and his body followed the drum to find the rhythm: "please stay focused for three seconds."

"I am already becoming the perfect man you have never imagined--"

When he sang cheerful little love songs, his cheeks were slightly hot because of tension.

The small colored lights on the roadside signs flash and change, and the camera lights at the bar entrance rotate the sign logo.

The couple holding hands stopped at the door and looked at the singing young boy curiously.

Huo Jian took a deep breath and sang with a smile, "Please stay for three more seconds."

"If you see me, you will also see me walking in the summer wind."

He smiled and beckoned with the children at the door, and the cheerful drum was swaying and jumping with the sound of music.

A little white-collar worker hesitated for a few seconds, stepped in with music and walked in, picked a position by the window.

Huo Jian smiled more brilliantly, and his state was constantly filled.

Please see me.

Passing by, or by the sound, please see me.

Bess made a string of trebles, and he followed the rise of the key, the breath at this moment was uncluttered.

"Want to listen to your thoughts, cook soup for you, take care of our cute dog--"

His tone is bright and beautiful, with a special texture like a smoothie, the tone is so beautiful that it can crush the amateur singer of several stores next door.

More and more men and women walked into this store one after another, beckoning the waiter to order.

The drums quickly slipped out of bubbles like a continuous sound, and the atmosphere was constantly heated.

Huo Jian opened his hands to show a candid smile, and welcomed passersby who stopped by the door to come in and do it.

He leaned into the microphone to sing, his voice full of emotion, and even a little hook when picking up the tail.

"If you see me today, please stay focused for three more seconds--"

The waiters hurried around, beer glasses collided together, and more and more people chatted and laughed.

The boss leaned on the pirate anchor next to his arms and began to shake his legs.

"I am already becoming the perfect man you have never imagined--"

Huo Jian is completely embedded in the stage at this moment, swinging and dancing with a microphone with a smile.

The band worked tirelessly one after another, and he continued to sing from good to good. The sound switched freely between the lazy and affectionate, and the second button untied the neckline sang more and more.

This is very different from the vocal exam, and ktv, and his feeling in the practice room.

Brother Koike took him to a musical a few times before, and he seemed to be constantly being cleared and gradually enlightened.

Standing on this stage today, he deserves to please all the people present, let them put down all their worries and sorrows, and enjoy the joy of this moment.

By eight o'clock the bar was already full, and there were many people watching the probe at the door.

There were new trainees coming around to sing, and Huo Jian danced with them generously, letting the sweaty hair stick to the frontal side, enjoying the pleasure that the blood was boiling.

At 9:30, the boss had to move the table and bench outside the door to accommodate a steady stream of new guests.

Some little girls raised their mobile phones to take pictures quietly, while others took him to take a group photo together, held a beer and sang loudly, having a lot of fun.

Huo Jian sang all the way to 11:30. Before he stepped down, he was stopped by a lot of people who had fun and asked him to sing again.

Huo Jian's hair was soaked now, his neck was all sweaty, and his eyes were bright.

He didn't expect so many people to like himself.

I did not expect that there would be so many people singing and singing with myself.

The boss greeted Teacher Lu and handed him a dry towel to arrange him to go out from the side door. There were also guests shouting behind him: "Sing another song-just one -"

When Huo Jian returned to the dormitory, his cheeks had not faded.

He stood under the three rows of lamps for too long, almost like singing in the fire.

Xie Liyun was eating quiet noodles quietly at this moment, and when he heard the door ringing, he pulled his hands and hid the plastic bag under the bed.

"Oh-huohuo." He breathed a sigh of relief and continued to shake the seasoning powder, so that the smell of the spicy crabs filled the room. "Singing?"

Huo Jian nodded, and when he spoke again, he realized that his throat was completely dumb.

"They just came back with Teacher Lu," he touched his throat subconsciously and smiled a little embarrassedly: "I didn't control it well, my voice was too loud."

"There is a box of throat treasures on the bookshelf, you have to contain them first." Xie Lianyun missed lemon and green tea after eating two bites, and rumbling on the bed: "Hey, I knew you would help me secretly bring two cups back... ...My assistant went on strike."

Huo Jian is still touching his throat, there is a little worry that he will not sing songs tomorrow.

He took a shower and sat back to the bed, not yet relieved from the carnival atmosphere in the bar.

I don't know if the singing is good or not, I just feel cool, especially cool.

Xie Lianyun gave up snacks for four days. At this time, his addiction became more and more uncomfortable. He endured fifteen minutes to rush to the dormitory next door to find their food.

"Hey, does the spicy stripe—"

The sound of disgust from Bo Jue came from next door: "You think everyone is like you, eating junk food every day."

Long Ji raised his hand: "Why do you want potato chips?"

"Yes! Bo Jue, don't tell Uncle Jiang, let's say we have heard it!"

When tossing back for a long time, he had three bottles of herbal tea in his arms, a packet of potato chips and two pieces of shaqima, and the vigorous man went to bed.

Huo Jian lay down for a while and couldn't fall asleep, turned over the book on the bedside and continued to read, still humming unconsciously.

After eating two pieces of Shaqima, Xie Liyun reached out and touched the meat on his stomach, and then went to the door to measure his weight, and began to enter the sage mode after breaking the ring.

He condemned himself for a while, sitting back on the bed with a pillow, and had nothing to say to Huo Jian.

"If you want to challenge something harder, I know a place."

"where?"

"Qingxi Road." Xie Lianyun sat upright: "Spf company's street is dedicated to supply, there is a large outdoor stage, you can perform freely every Saturday night."

"Some young artists who just debuted are testing water there, and many trainees used to adapt to public performances."

As long as you bring a USB flash drive, you can dance and sing in the past.

Not only are there many spf fans who often meet the stage of the new wall head, but also the company's middle and high-level patrols.

"Do you want to give it a try?"

Huo Jian was stunned, not sure at this moment: "Can I go too?"

"Most of the past are seniors, and it may take three or four years to practice alone," Xie Liyun thought for a while: "It's also good to go there and feel how deep the water is."

"I want to go." Huo Jian suddenly said: "I want to try."

"That's right, Long Ji said today that he would play in the past," Xie Liyun reached out his phone and texted: "You chant with him, remember to bring me lemon soda."

"Okay, thank Yun Yun."

"Oh, two more potato chips."

"That's right, weird beans."

"Shrimp sticks, I want to eat shrimp sticks, too-wait for me to write a stick for you. You will hide it in your backpack when the time comes. The housekeeper will only check me and not you, it’s okay..."