You sell swords, I go crazy, join hands to rectify the entertainment industry

Jiang Qiyu originally wanted to make a joke, but was dumbfounded by what he said at this moment.

"..."

She froze in place, no other voices could be heard in her ears, only bursts of frantic heartbeats could be heard in her ears.

The source is his own chest.

She got out of the car in silence, watched [Shanghai A·886SB] walk away in silence, entered the hotel in silence, and sat on the bed in silence.

"hiss......"

My head is itchy.

Oops, it's time to fall in love.

Without saying a word, she quickly took out her phone and opened the short video app.

Follow the commentary on the dismemberment case for two episodes, and do some risk hedging.

"..."

And after reading more than a dozen collections of corpse cases, Jiang Qiyu felt that the itching in her head did not improve, but intensified.

Finally, after an emergency self-examination, she found:

After spraying too much in the afternoon, the scalp is really itchy.

After confirming that she was not in love with a head on her body but just a simple itchy head, she put down her phone and went straight to the bathroom.

-

Qi Yue wanted to rush back to City A, but her crimes in City S were not over yet.

Early the next morning, Jiang Qiyu was dug out of the bed by Yu Xiaoyu again. After packing up, she packed it and sent it to the recording site of "You Can You UP".

This program is held once a year, and the recording period is not long.

The company signed three terms, which meant that she had to stay in the tutor's seat for two days.

But the subsequent recording was not as mixed as the audition.

The contestants were basically selected by their mentor trio from the rabble.

Sitting on the instructor's seat, Jiang Qiyu watched the contestants show off their magical powers.

From time to time, I will interact with the two old fried dough sticks around me in a fake way, and comment on the performance of the players.

Work is also considered easy.

Until the host on stage announced that the next contestant would enter the stage, Jiang Qiyu slightly raised her eyebrows as she looked at the somewhat familiar young man above.

This person looks familiar.

Who is coming?

Can't remember, but first laugh.

The boy on the stage waved his hand to greet her, and she naturally responded with a gentle smile.

Seeing this, Wu Daojia beside him naturally brought up the topic:

"Qiyu...knows this contestant on stage?"

"..."

When Jiang Qiyu was asked, she was taken aback for a moment.

Then when she was about to say something, the boy holding the microphone on the stage showed a bright smile.

As if she was sure that she would not remember, she said loudly:

"Sister Qiyu, I am the No. 520 contestant He Chuyang in the last round, and I will make my sister remember me through my own efforts!"

After finishing speaking, he began to sing his own show today.

"..."

Jiang Qiyu endured his "sister remarks" that she wanted green tea more than Fang Xubai just now, so she didn't touch the goose bumps on her arms in front of the camera.

But soon he was attracted by the young man named He Chuyang.

His singing voice is clear and translucent, with the unique vigor of a teenager, but he chose a rock and roll song with a decadent and morbid content.

Under the contrast between the two phases, there is a magical chemical reaction.

She doesn't understand music theory, but she still thinks the song is good, but Zhen Haoting who is at the side is really intoxicated.

I saw him enjoying his face with his eyes closed, waving his hands and paddling in the void, and from time to time he even pulled out his hands to wipe away the non-existent tears at the corners of his eyes...

Jiang Qiyu didn't know what he was talking about, anyway, he looked a little professional and nervous.

She turned her head to look to the left, covering her lips with her hands and was about to say something, but Wu Daojia, who had been paying attention to her, spoke first:

"Normal, this is immersed and distracted."

"..."

She nodded, turned her gaze to He Chuyang who was singing on the stage and kept looking at her, and pursed her lips to show a polite smile.

In order not to make himself look so different, he chose to beat the beat with the music.

This beat hits...

Um......

Very loud.

The song is over.

"it is good!!!"

Zhen Haoting stood up abruptly, almost smashing his palms, looked at the young man on the stage with excitement, and spoke excitedly:

"Last time, I thought you were a good seedling. Unexpectedly, this time I was even more surprised. It was you! You are the star of tomorrow I am looking for!"

When he said this, Jiang Qiyu next to him was not surprised at all.

Because this is the fourth time she has heard this sentence today, and the lines are all exactly the same.

But this time Zhen Haoting was obviously distracted, he gave He Chuyang the green light immediately, and encouraged Wu Daojia to give a vote as well.

Then, the two looked at Jiang Qiyu who was in the middle with a confused face.

"..."

But just when Jiang Qiyu was about to go ahead and press the green light, the program staff in the audience suddenly waved to her, crossing their hands and making a big "x".

Seeing that she didn't understand the first recording, she typed what she was going to say on the teleprompter facing away from the camera:

'There are pre-determined players in the back, and there are not enough places for promotion, so it is to be determined first. '

"..."

Jiang Qiyu almost wanted to scold her.

No wonder the two old men next to him are so quick to shoot the lights, so they are here waiting for her, they are good people, let her be the bad ones, right?

Rolling her eyes silently in her heart, with the same smile on her face, she said directly to He Chuyang who was waiting for the rating on the stage:

"This pass, I can't give it to you."

As soon as she said this, the people on the left and right who saw the teleprompter with her immediately reacted in shock.

"what?!"

"Do not!!!"

He Chuyang didn't feel frustrated or dissatisfied with this, he just put the microphone to his lips with a smile:

"Well, sister must have your reason for doing this."

Faced with his free and easy attitude, even the other contestants in the audience began to whisper, questioning Jiang Qiyu's decision.

The non-professional tutor who was questioned by everyone just said lightly to the teenager on stage again:

"How old are you."

He Chuyang answered generously, "17."

"Do you know where you lost?"

Jiang Qiyu asked again solemnly.

"Age? Singing skills? Or luck?"

He Chuyang smiled unabated, and jokingly said, "I can't just lose at the starting line."

"wrong."

Shaking her head and denying all his answers, Jiang Qiyu had a serious expression on her face:

"I asked you where are the books? Books."

"......what?"

As she said that, she slapped the table and stood up abruptly, instantly raising her momentum by two meters:

"At your age, you should be still in high school, maybe you are facing the life hurdle of the college entrance examination! Your future has infinite possibilities. You should go to school to learn knowledge like your peers! We must be diligent , Holding a book and holding a sword to shine in China! What I give you today is not a red light, but a green pass for your future life!"

"..."

"Understand the applause!"

"Wow—"

Amidst the applause from the audience, Jiang Qiyu, who was recognized by the audience, just stood on the instructor's seat, firmly and proudly holding her head high, and pressed the red light in front of her.

The moment the red light came on, I heard the slightly smiling voice of the young man on the stage:

"Sister, but I'm already in college."

"Oh, that didn't—huh?!"