The Idol Group and the Crown

The situation was quickly investigated.

A total of five boys stay there, two are newcomers to debut, and three are trainees that the company has just received.

The spf executives are old-fashioned, even if they are clearly like the mirror, then they will not force them to talk to each other and let them splash dirty water on Huo Jian after they go out.

There must be at least one of the five people to hide the scourge, but whether it is indirectly instructed or the brain is too stupid to be easily deceived, the company has no time and no thought.

All of them were refrigerated, cancelled in batches, and were secretly monitored for six months of dealings with other entertainment companies.

In the past few years, the business of the entertainment industry has been too good to do. The word "star" was a vague concept three or four years ago. Now that there are more and more fame overnight, it has attracted more capital to prepare for a profit.

Huo Jian was finally alert.

He was originally a wild man, and later spent more than two years on the 17th floor of the garden of Eden. He was about to forget the danger of reality.

Fortunately, there are too many protectors around him.

After this incident happened, Uncle Jiang directly led people to re-examine the details of all personnel in the middle and lower levels, and set up a triple check on drinking water.

The concert time is getting closer.

The stage has basically been set up, and the staff took them through the process over and over, familiarizing themselves with the parts that need to interact with the stage beyond choreography.

Huo Jian is replenishing sunscreen in the background, and suddenly he sees a precious lady come in.

She is smart and exquisite, walks with wind, and wears a Valentino ivory white long jumpsuit without any sense of age.

"It's President Cheng." The small business around him said quickly: "She would come over in such a busy time?"

Huo Jian recovered, and stepped forward to meet her: "Auntie."

"Huohuo? Have you seen it in the video." Mr. Cheng took the pork belly chicken soup held by the secretary's arms and smiled and said: "You have stewed some tonic body to eat, and you will share a bowl later."

Uncle Jiang just came over to find Huo Jian. When he saw the coming person, his expression also became a little bit cautious: "Mr. Cheng, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Long Jia's parents' marriage is not only a strong alliance, but also a sympathy between gentlemen and gentlemen.

Although three children were born in the marriage and three dogs were raised, it did not affect the couple's struggle for land in their careers.

The parents of the other members are mostly busy with work or settling abroad. It is rare to visit them once or twice a year. The Longs are always easy-going and enthusiastic. They still remember to send Bo Jiu to his favorite gin.

"I will lead you there."

"Thank you."

The three of them walked towards the center stage again. The sound was so noisy that it was inconvenient to talk.

Uncle Jiang briefly explained the arrangement of affairs for this and next year and Huo Jian was watching the situation in the stands.

Ji Ji and Xie Lianyun rested on the east bench, and Bo Jue stood alone on the lifting platform, still adapting to this height.

When singing the song "Ping Yuan", there are three people who will stand in the center of the lift platform to perform the stage effect, and at the same time, they must continue to dance on the unprotected platform with the dancers under the stage.

"Four two three four--"

Wei Jie shouted to the street with a dance group, and Bo Jue suddenly jumped a wrong step on the stage, and immediately stepped down and fell down!

"Thin Ju--"

"Pause!!"

Long Ji and Huo Jian rushed at the same time, but Huo Jian still needs to run a dozen steps. Instead, Long Ji rushed forcibly and rushed into the human cushion, impartially just helping Bo Jue to block it all.

"Bo Jue, are you hurt?!"

"Are you okay Longji!!"

Bo Jue was suddenly stunned by this one. He thought he had been in pain for a long time when he fell from the height of these two meters. He hit nothing on Long Ji's back but nothing happened.

After he recovered, he hurriedly got up from Long Ji's butt, reaching out to help him and fearing that he would break.

"Longji? Longji? Where do you hurt? The doctor has come and you bear it!"

Long Ji didn't have a fracture, but was smashed to the ground, his waist and legs were green.

The accompanying doctor ran hurriedly, first to confirm whether he had a fractured bone fracture and other injuries, and then helped Long Ji sit next to him and sprayed his legs.

Mr. Cheng looked white when he saw his son injured, and went to help him rub his arms and legs.

"Mom, why are you here?"

"Send you pork belly soup," Cheng always confirmed that his son was okay, and sighed for a long time: "The disadvantage is that your meat is thick, if Xiaojue's leg is broken, it may be more painful."

"Wait, who's the real one?" Long Ji didn't feel painful at this moment, and the partial student saw Bo Jue standing beside him with a hot towel helpless, it wasn't good to make him more guilty: "It's okay, two days later Enough."

Huo Jianwei was afraid that the sandbag door some time ago would come again. After confirming the safety of his teammates, he quickly hurried to check whether the lifting platform was manipulated.

The staff next to me couldn't panic: "It's really not because we didn't maintain it well, you saw it with your own eyes..."

Long Ji was surrounded by doctor teammates and mother-in-law, and Bo Jue had to hold a hot towel in both hands to find Huo Jian.

"Captain, I made the wrong step," he whispered. "I didn't expect him to rush over."

Huo Jian checked the restlessly whether he was injured or not, confirming: "No slippery feet? No other external factors?"

Bo Jue nodded in embarrassment: "Really."

He was a little afraid of height. He jumped halfway and just saw Cheng Zong carrying soup, and he suddenly had a wrong string in his head.

Anyone who wants to get Long Ji will take a few meters in a second and come over as a human sandbag, and now he can't pay back his affection.

President Cheng was generous and peaceful, seeing his son's blushing and heartless drinking three bowls of soup and smiling his head.

"Leave a little bit for your brothers, be good!"

"Jiang Shu, I'm going first, and you're working hard." She picked up her bag and looked at the time: "There will be a meeting later."

Uncle Jiang dare to stop her from feeding the children with pork belly soup with a layer of oil and all seasonings, and personally sent the people out of the stadium before going back.

The people around Long Ji almost dispersed, and Bo Jue twisted a hot towel and walked over, squatted beside him to help him wipe his wrists and knees.

"It's all clean." Long Ji bent down to help him with his long hair: "The table is a little high. I asked Uncle Jiang if I could lower it down again, so that the cloud wouldn't be a big deal."

"I'm not scared anymore," Bo Jue said hardly.

He didn't even think of himself when he said this, the two of them were startled at the same time.

"Why not be afraid?"

"I'm not afraid." Bo Jue repeated with a serious face, as if swearing in front of Long Ji: "In the future, you will not be afraid of bungee jumping. You believe me."

He couldn't express the guilt and gratitude in his heart. It seemed like he was teaching others.

Long Ji knew Bo Ju's character and looked down at him and smiled: "Teacher Bo is very nervous about me."

"Do you feel pain?" Bo Jue didn't look away and refused to answer. The tone was still a little quick: "Will there be a visceral rupture? Let's go to the hospital to take an x-ray to see?"

"Bo Qiu, this table was just descending at the time, and the height was less than one meter and seven meters." Long Ji turned his side to the side and let the team doctor come to spray Yunnan Baiyao.

As the mist sprayed up, his sore forehead sweated thinly, but he smiled in his eyes.

"It's okay. You are so light that it will fall on me like cotton."

Bo Jue clasped his wrists and frowned, "Are you a fool?"

Huo Jian originally wanted to go over and confirm with them again. They were not too far away and just heard the whole journey. It always felt a little strange.

He was stuffed with a bowl of pork belly chicken by Uncle Jiang. He sat down next to him and took a sip. He didn't bother to chat with his two older brothers.

... It is estimated that Brother Bo is rarely a murderer, and he still feels close to him.

Long Ji was indeed resistant to falling and resistance. The bruises subsided two or three times faster than ordinary people. They were more active than they were when they danced and danced in two days.

By the last three days of the concert, everyone was in a state of preparation.

It is strictly forbidden to appear ‘shrimp’ and ‘bag’ when ordering meals from the top and bottom of the team. It is said that this is a great superstition here, and the anti-light screen ‘catch blind bags’

The six people began to mute their voices and closed their vocal cords at the beginning of the 48-hour countdown. All communication used gestures and ballpoint pens to communicate.

Sometimes Huo Jian and Koike couldn’t find the paper and were gesturing to hand over the tissue. Xie Lianyun brushed two lines and wrote on the tissue: “Long Ji, they asked you to borrow underwear.”

Huo Jian: "!!!"

Long Ji face pushed the fast tube without changing the color, with a thumbs up on ‘I understand’.

Bo Jue rolled his eyes on the spot.

In the last six hours, all the guests gathered one after another.

Qi Lin rarely burned her blue hair and looked like a young Taikoo Li.

The six of Corona were dyed three gold and three silver uniformly, and the silver chains and gold rings on their clothes all jingled when they walked.

"This is a headset, I have checked all of them in person." Uncle Jiang felt that he was about to become an old mother, and he had been wandering around the gang of cubs for two years: "Remember the emergency gesture? Do it whenever you encounter the situation." Gesture, I will coordinate the scheduling with the team."

The six big dumb little dumb nods quietly.

"Speak all!" Uncle Jiang said angrily: "Final farts in the last ten minutes!"

"Know it!"

Audiences outside the venue have already begun to enter the venue one after another. The vocals are like a chaotic night wind before the rainstorm.

The sound quickly rang and they started playing their mv and concert trailer trailer.

"All departments are in place--"

"Light confirmation, microphone confirmation, track confirmation—"

"Fives."

"four."

"three."

"two."

"One."

The six men closed their eyes in the dark and waited for the machine to rise to the highest altitude in the burst of music.

The moment they sat on the crown and appeared at the end of the sky, the sound of the entire stadium exploded immediately.

One after another, the red and white light came on the face like a coronation. The teenagers sat in the crown of jewels and opened their eyes with a smile.

At this moment, the night sky belongs to them, and all the stars and gems belong to them.

The screams swept through the wild like wildfire, and the sound of glass beads rolled around the ring. The prelude familiar to tens of thousands of people finally came quickly in the clang drum.

Huo Blade leaned back in the center of the crown, and slowly raised his eyes and smiled at the same moment.

His face was broadcast in real time on a four-screen 4k high-definition screen, with dark eyes and crimson stud earrings. The broken diamonds on the silver antlers sparkled in the dark night.

"I\\\'myourcorona."

At the moment when he murmured lowly, countless people stood on tiptoe and raised their hands with all their strength to call their names.

The dazzling crown hangs at a height of ten meters, so far and so close, as if it is worth the perfect dream chased by everyone.

"At this moment only you are in my eyes—"

Tens of thousands of people screamed and shouted: "You who stubbornly love me deeply!"

"Night snowstorms in the mountains are not enough--"

There are already girls and boys in tears singing with them: "Not enough to shake my heart I want to see you!"

The crown fell on the central stage and became a secondary stage. The six young men marched forward lightly, and their singing and eyes gathered strength.

The screams, the roars, and the whistle have melted together, matching strangely in the chaotic music.

All of them are yelling at Corona I am almost crazy.

The teenagers started to dance synchronously with their backs to each other, and Yu Guang could not see the movement of his teammates at the moment, but the six people seemed to be born to share the soul with their own hands and feet, and there was no difference in the magnitude of looking up at the sky.

"-- Just wait for your order!"

All the supporting lights in the audience lit up. At this moment, the glittering crown gold was connected by dots to a sea of ​​light, and was lifted to the highest point by all those who loved them in the summer night.

The Gymnasium suddenly seemed to turn into a golden planet floating in the city. The sound waves made everyone forget all the tediousness and seemed to be immersed in the aura.

"I'm yours--"

The six of them handed the microphone to the auditorium without thinking.

At this moment everyone was crying and roaring: "Only! One! Emperor! Crown!!!"

After the opening song was sung, the six stood in a row and bowed neatly.

No matter what they say, as long as someone speaks, the screams under the platform will ring one after another.

Huo Jian stood at the very center of them, led the whole group to say hello, thank them for their company and care.

He used to stand in this position many times before rehearsing, and each time he fantasized about which expressions he would see.

It was really at this moment that Huo Jian discovered that they were all illuminated by all the lights around the field.

Standing in the highest and most dazzling position, they looked up and could only see the endless and burning light.

The program began to go down one after another according to the process, smoothly and briskly to an incredible point.

Ji Ji is soft and gentle. Before the solo performance, he introduced a few programs and began to blush as he spoke.

"Um, so... this is a song I like very much." The teenager smiled embarrassedly, and the silver powder on his eyelashes seemed to be fogged: "Sorry, I'm a little nervous."

"A little bit more nervous!!!"

My sister’s fans, my aunt’s fans and my mother’s fans were too deep to blow: “Koike is so cute. I’m dead. He blushed on the spot—”

"What is Koike's contrast design? Waiting for a while to dance will definitely make you want her to wear so little!!!"

Xie Lianyun solo came to the face with a crystal transparent grand piano.

"Yo."

The clouds and mint all under the stage were crazy: "Piano Qin!!! Piano Qin!!! We want to see Qiao Qin!!!"

The two fans actually don't know each other, and this time is surprisingly consistent.

"I can't fight." Xie Lianyun waved his hand: "This piano is too expensive, I'm afraid it will break."

"I—we—give—you—buy!!!”

Huo Jian stood on the side and watched their solo performance. The headset and the inner flow chart followed the field control all the way. There was an incredible calmness.

When the show is over, the six people will rejoin and start chorus "Sonnet".

His abdomen suddenly hurt.

In order to keep the concert going smoothly, Huo Jian only drank two glasses of meal replacement powder today, and drinking water after twelve o'clock was also very restrained.

He frowned slightly, not thinking much.

Soon Xie Lianyun's improvisation was completed, and the six were dispersed again on the double-stage stage and sang together in the bubbles coming from the floor.

"The eyes in the sky are sometimes too harsh, and its golden face is often covered."

The sharp pain started to tighten again.

Huo Jian didn't expect it to appear again, and the treble almost didn't go up.

"But your Changxia will never die--"

Chi Ji sang with him without a trace, Xie Lianyun skillfully led the tone away from the height, and glanced at him from an angle.

"Grim Reaper can't do it," Huo Ren took a deep breath without traces, and raised his breath to sing the next sentence again: "When you are in the immortal poem, you are as long as time..."

The pain began to spread from the stomach, and the spasm made him almost want to squat down now.

He forced himself to sing all the sounds, stooped and bowed a bow.

This is an emergency signal.

A signal light turned red after ten seconds, submerged in the gorgeous lights and unremarkable.

"The following special guests will be invited here, this day!" Long Ji said cue flow: "Where is the cheer -"

People did not expect to see another day today, but when the darkness fell, the atmosphere once again pushed up a small peak.

The six of them stepped down from the two left and right lifting platforms, and there was a scream from the top of the head when they appeared coldly in the clouds.

Uncle Jiang was already waiting by the elevator: "What's wrong with you?"

"Stomach hurts." Huo Jianqiang endured for four minutes. At this time, he judged the symptoms to be inseparable: "Gastrointestinal cramps, irregular eating and rest during this time."

The doctor thought that there was no need to ask, and he passed the painkiller and warm boiled water to him two or three times.

"You have a break of a song first." Uncle Jiang wrote three sets of emergency plans long ago. At this time, he calmed down like a director: "Bo Jue went up to play the cello, and then entered the lucky fan extraction session in advance. Long Ji spoke slowly. One point-you two leave Huo Huo at least ten minutes."

"Fifteen minutes." Bo Ju thought without hesitation: "I cooperate with him."

Long Ji nodded intentionally: "I interact more with fans, and lie down if you hurt."

Huo Jian didn't have time to resist, and suddenly the team doctor rubbed his stomach.

The team doctor is an old aunt in her fifties. She wears a mask and her expression is very calm: "You are too stressed. You will have to eat on time and treat yourself better."

Huo Jian didn't expect her hand to touch her belly directly, and subconsciously stood up and said: "No need--"

"It's guaranteed to rub these two acupuncture points. You'll have to sing for nearly an hour. Will you listen to you or listen to me?"

Huo Jian forced himself to lie down, hissing again.

He was extremely afraid of pain, and his body was not sensitive at the same time. After being rubbed, his stomach subconsciously wanted to curl up.

Uncle Jiang walked on the walkie-talkie and said, "Fat, it's just a small thing."

He did not train him or give him more pressure, but calmed down as if he was just here to play.

After three minutes, the negative feeling was completely swept away, and the pain completely disappeared.

"Don't sing in a hurry, first draw the fan draw with Long Ji and them." Uncle Jiang looked at the watch to continue the current reform process: "The one reported to the fire department is one hour and forty minutes to two hours, you eat After the medicine is finished, it can be carried to tomorrow without fear."

"Okay." Huo Jianlin bowed quickly when ascending the platform: "Trouble you."

Uncle Jiang smiled at him: "It's pretty handsome to pack up today."

The fans didn't feel that there was a problem at all, so they played so much to fly.

Bo Jue bowed his head and pulled the cello when the silver ribbon balloon fluttered, like a black ink swan's wings hanging down his shoulder like a waterfall.

The melodious music is low and slow, the mist is curling around him, and there is a dreamlike tranquility.

He played a sonnet in a classical version. Everyone on the stage was still standing, swaying and singing together, shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand.

Long Ji stood on the Dongtai and looked at him tenderly. He turned to Xie Liyun and said, "Xiao Bo is really beautiful."

Xie Lianyun said lightly: "Eye drops are not enough. I have ten boxes."

When Huo Jian came to power again, he gave everyone a safety gesture for the first time.

Everyone was relieved at the same time.

When the meeting was going to sing to heaven, the captain settled in their hearts.

Halfway through the concert, Corona's hot search blew up to the top.

And it was three consecutive bombings.

#coronalive super burst#

#皇太子超萌童颜#

#corona sole only crown concert#

#谢晏昀 grew up eating records#

#林久光白铃兰奖Nomination#

The first-line jeweled sisters simply listened to the song at the speed of light while retouching pictures, as if everyone had eighteen hands.

Chi Ji's high-pitched key-to-treat small video private recording quality is clearer than the official record. The captain's blonde hair face does not need to adjust the light in the p picture to successfully make a circle in thousands of minutes. The group dance of the six people is completely used. German Zwilling cut lines online! !

"My cubs performed at the concert and they behaved so calmly, so gratifying, oh, oh, I'm crying again--"

"I must grab the ticket next year. I really want to see the captain live let me perform a melting on the spot!"

"Thanks for the impromptu solo performance. It's too nice. Let's listen to the new album in the Blood Book for me to listen to it 10,000 times!"

The teenagers knew nothing about the wave-like compliments on the Internet, sitting in the rose cloud, laughing and waving and singing.

The glitter and sweat between their necks and foreheads have long been unclear, but the Chichen in their eyes is hotter than this golden sea of ​​golden lights.

The color of the night covered up the line color of the robotic arm. The crowd of people chased the floating clouds, and raised his hands high to hug and chase away.

The wind is cold and misty at the highest point, and a glance at the outside will make ordinary people palpitate.

At this moment, the teenagers are looking out at will, and there is no fear of sitting at Yunding.

They have become the most dazzling light.