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At 2:00 pm, a group of players waiting for interviews had already gathered in the lobby on the second floor of Fanyu Entertainment Company.

The company's elder sister Qiu happened to be coming down from the stairs. She was surprised to see the gathering of beautiful men. "The resources for this draft are also very good."

Wang Qilin, who was in charge of maintaining the scene, said, "Isn't it? This time the threshold is lowered. Both amateurs and trainees can come. I just looked around and found that several of them are quite strong."

Sister Qiu nodded and looked around. There were many contestants in the hall practicing the talent show she had prepared. The posture showed that she had actually trained.

Suddenly, her gaze condensed, and she stopped at a young man in the hall by the window.

The floor of the hall was covered with white square tiles, and the young man's tall figure cast a slender silhouette on it.

Looking up along a pair of straight long legs, he saw a black peaked cap pressed on top of his head, covering most of his face, revealing only a small piece of smooth and beautiful jaw line.

"Is that an amateur or a trainee?" Sister Qiu motioned to Wang Qilin to see the young man, "The temperament is not bad, suitable for photogenic."

Wang Qilin glanced carefully and shook his head, "I can't see my face. I don't know him. I guess he's an amateur."

"The conditions are pretty good, why haven't the scouts found out? This figure and temperament should have entered the entertainment circle long ago."

"Oh...it also depends on the suitability of the personality."

Rong Yuheng was unaware of the discussion between the two of them. At this time, he was still looking for rental information on his mobile phone.

It's been three days since the old man was kicked out, and he still lived in a friend's house. It is not a long-term solution to harass others all the time. Rong Yuheng is currently in urgent need of two things-one is income and the other is residence.

There is also a text message left by his elder brother Rong Congyan on the phone.

"Xiao Heng, don't be arrogant. You are wandering alone, with no money and no connections. Why do you support your life?"

Human sorrows and joys are not interlinked.

Perhaps in Rong Congyan's eyes, he was just a kid who made trouble out of nowhere.

Rong Yuheng's reply was short and powerful, "With my interesting soul."

Since then, Rong Congyan has received no more news, and Rong Yuheng feels deeply sorry... His elder brother is more than capable, but his temperament is still not tenacious enough, and he gets angry again when he makes a joke.

As he was thinking, a boy suddenly came over to talk to him, "Are you also here to participate in the draft?" This person found out that he was talking nonsense after asking, touched his nose embarrassedly, and reopened a topic.

"Why didn't you take off your hat?"

When Rong Yuheng heard the words, he took off his hat in good faith and glanced sideways at him.

He faintly remembered that this man used his head to spin three times on the smooth tile ten minutes ago, and his expression was like a happy spinning top.

"Hello, you did a great street dance just now."

The boy's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Did you see it!?"

Rong Yuheng was silent for two seconds, and said tactfully, "The movement is not small, and the look in my eyes is also good."

The subtext, as long as the people present are not blind, they can see it.

Boy, "..."

Seeing that the former was caught in an IQ dilemma, Rong Yuheng couldn't bear it, and intimately released his kindness, "I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Rong Yuheng."

"Oh, my name is Zou Yi! The dance just now is the talent show I brought today." He asked Rong Yuheng again.

"What about you, what did you bring?"

Rong Yuheng stagnated for a while...for a while, he took out a piece of Guanyin jade from under his shirt.

"I brought the bodhisattva's blessing."

"..."

The atmosphere fell silent for a while, and Zou Yi really didn't know how to answer the conversation. Rong Yuheng buttoned his hat again and stood quietly aside.

After a while, the interview officially began. There was a scream at the door, and there was a commotion in the hall, and tension and anxiety spread among the many players.

"It's over, I'm a little nervous."

"Me too, I want to drink water, but I am afraid of going to the toilet."

"I heard that it was broadcast live on the whole network. What a shame if something goes wrong!"

Rong Yuheng felt okay, probably barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes. He really doesn't have much talent himself, so today he just came to try, if he didn't choose, he would change his path.

Three hundred and sixty lines, there is always a place for him to stay.

"Yuheng, I'm a little scared." Zou Yi put his head on the former's shoulder quite familiarly, "You said that when I take my head and burrow into the ground for a while, will I jump my head out?"

Rong Yuheng imagined the scene and comforted him, "Don't worry, the judges should be more afraid."

Zou Yi choked, and then he was comforted.

As the numbers were called, the players who came out were frustrated, excited, and uneasy. Soon it was Zou Yi's turn. He took a deep breath and turned to Rong Yuheng.

"Yuheng, cheer for me!"

Based on the principle of being kind to others, Rong Yuheng touched his head lovingly, as if blessing him.

"Buddha bless you to be safe."

"…Thank you."

Zou Yi left in a complicated mood. He didn't know why there was still a "men", as if he and his head were going to separate sooner or later.

As soon as Rong Yuheng sent Zou Yi away, the phone was rang. The caller was exactly the person he was borrowing from now. People are stupid and rich in second-generation ancestor Lu Ming.

As soon as the phone was connected, the voice in the receiver almost deafened his eardrum, "Fuck! Son Rong, did you really go to the draft?"

Rong Yuheng moved the receiver farther away and gave a soft "um".

Lu Mingxuan thought that his good friend should be crazy, "This is to be broadcast live on the whole network, I can already see it here! Damn, do you know how awesome the players were just now? Sing, dance and play b-box. We haven't seen you with these talents for so many years!"

Without waiting for Rong Yuheng to speak, he continued to force him, "I remember one time when you said you performed a b-box, and the sound came out like a kettle leaking. Listen to your brother's advice, don't be ashamed of going up! Brother raises you, it's not bad for such a few meals."

Rong Yuheng was moved to cry after hearing it, what a filial grandson, what a fragrant remark!

He said softly, "Don't worry about me, little idiot, I'm talented."

Lu Minghuan, "?"

After plastic's friendship was expressed, the phone was hung up indifferently, and Rong Yuheng adjusted his collar and adjusted his state to prepare for the next audition.

After a while, Zou Yi came out. His expression was a little excited and uncertain. He found Rong Yuheng as soon as he came out.

"I feel I can perform well!"

Rong Yuheng asked him, "Did the teachers let you pass?"

"They didn't tell me the result, but Teacher Qiao Tan said that my basic skills are very solid, and he nodded at me!"

Qiao Tan mentioned by Zou Yi is a well-known predecessor in the circle. He is in his forties. He made his debut as a singer in the early years, and started to take part in music production and program planning a few years ago.

Zou Yi introduced the information of several other interviewers with Rong Yuheng, and talked about the situation at the scene. Before finishing speaking, he heard someone call the number in front of him, "No. 13!"

Then he saw Rong Yuheng take off his hat and hand it to himself.

"Help me get it."

"Oh, good." Zou Yi took the hat and looked up at the person ahead, suddenly stunned.

Although Rong Yuheng had taken off his hat briefly just now, it was not clear that his facial features were hidden in the shadows because of the light on his back. As soon as his position was changed, Zou Yi could see his appearance clearly.

He's so handsome!

The face is clean, the eyes are clear, the mountain root is straight, and the facial features alone are very eye-catching. Not to mention that when you look up at people, the corners of your eyes are slightly raised, and the light in your eyes is softer. It is a natural look that fits a big screen.

Zou Yi took a deep breath, "Come on."

Rong Yuheng thanked him and walked towards the front entrance.

Passing by the entrance, Wang Qilin recognized that this was the young man who had just wore a hat. After seeing his appearance, he couldn't help but secretly startled-Shi Qiu deserves to be a veteran agent with countless people.

With this face, as long as the character is not bad, and the talent is not too bad, there is no problem in the entertainment industry.

Thinking like this, he became more enthusiastic, and said to Rong Yuheng, "Don't be stage fright, stand in the middle of the stage."

Rong Yuheng thought that every player had such a reminder, and he didn't think much about it. He bent his mouth and said "thank you" towards Wang Qilin and walked inside.

After he left, the staff around Wang Qilin was shocked, "Brother Wang, he has a backstage? You treat it differently."

Wang Qilin slapped him on the back of his head, "Smelly boy, what nonsense, I am the one who opens the back door for people? I am Xicai. It would be a shame if I didn't look into the entertainment industry. I kindly reminded you a few words. What impact."

"Yes, yes... I was wrong, Brother Wang, Brother Wang wise!"

Wang Qilin proudly said "Uh-huh~".

There is still a way from the entrance to the stage, passing through the closed corridor, and opening the door is a starry sky!

Rong Yuheng squinted his eyes uncomfortably for a moment. He only knew that the threshold of this draft was low and the scale was high, but he didn't expect that there would be such a big stage in the primary stage alone.

It can be seen how much new energy is needed in the current entertainment industry.

"The following is contestant No. 13, Rong Yuheng!"

Rong Yuheng calmly closed the door with his backhand and walked to the center of the stage unhurriedly.

There were three interviewers on the judges' bench, and the sharp-eyed one in the middle was Qiao Tan, a senior in the entertainment industry.

There were two interviewers sitting beside Qiao Tan. One was Jin Zhiyao, the champion of last year's singer contest; the other was a popular host, the famous Song Tang.

After Song Tang saw Rong Yuheng's face clearly, he raised his eyebrows, turned his head and gave Qiao Tan a look-he had been hosting the show for so many years, and he knew this face was suitable for the shot. Especially the corners of the mouth are slightly tilted, which is easy to give people a sense of closeness.

After standing still, Rong Yuheng picked up the microphone in front of him and looked towards the front of the stage.

Although the stage is large, there are very few people in front of the stage. Apart from the judges, some staff, and internal employees, there is no one else. It should be considered that some amateurs have not adapted to the big stage and want to relieve some pressure on the scene.

Under the gaze of many scrutinizing eyes, Rong Yuheng calmed down, spoke steadily, and the clear voice was transmitted through the microphone to the audience.

"Hello, teachers, judges, I'm No. 13 contestant Rong Yuheng."