Must be popular in order to raise cubs [Entertainment]

That time, Yu Zhile accidentally saw Amuda turned into a bird and flew away. The reason why he quickly accepted it was because his grandfather and mother were supernatural beings.

He showed signs of awakening when he was a child, and lived in the Special Administration Bureau for a while.It's just that the awakening failed later, and he became a rich N generation who loves freedom and loves freedom.

At this moment, he is protecting the idol's little fans who are desperate for their own safety, and he will not back down even in the face of a big boss with assets exceeding [-] billion.

Ah, suddenly I feel great.

With such a happy mood, Yu Zhile returned to Amuda's side happily.

Amuda hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking: "You and Mr. President..."

"Did you hear that?" Yu Zhile's flattery was immediately discounted.

"No... just saw you together."

Yu Zhile breathed a sigh of relief, and made amends with a guilty conscience: "I just chatted with him, yes, it's just gossip."

"Well, I won't tell others." Amuda made a serious promise.

Yu Zhile blinked, what did you say?

Amuda took a bite of the broccoli, but he didn't know what it was like.After a while, I couldn't help asking: "You won't hit my cub, will you?"

"Ah?" Yu Zhile almost choked on the shrimp slippery, "What cub?"

"My egg cub, will you like him?"

When he asked this sentence, Amuda felt sour in his heart, and he couldn't explain why.

"Yeah!" Yu Zhile nodded hastily.

He likes everything about idols!

Amuda breathed a sigh of relief, and kindly gave him his favorite broccoli.

Treat him better now, and he will treat Xiaodanzai better in the future.

The little blue bird's abacus was clattering.

Xiao Jincheng was not happy about it.

Why did his little bird put broccoli for Danzai's little brother?

Broccoli, Xiaoniao's favorite, is reluctant to give it to him!

Before Xiao Jincheng could make a move, Xu Wenxuan next to him picked up the broccoli without any trace and ate it.

Yu Zhile frowned, "My idol gave it to me!"

Xu Wenxuan smiled, "Your idol? You are..."

"I'm nobody!" Yu Zhile quickly interrupted him, and looked at Amuda with a guilty conscience.

Xu Wenxuan smiled, boiled a shrimp slip, dipped it in vinegar and gave it to him.

Yu Zhile poked the shrimp slide with a fork, and looked at Xu Wenxuan provocatively while poking.

Xu Wenxuan wasn't annoyed either, he poked one and gave him another one, until Yu Zhile was piled up with the wreckage of shrimp slides.

The trainees looked over one after another.

Yu Zhile was the first to lose the battle and ate it angrily.

Xu Wenxuan smiled from the beginning to the end, reaping a wave of rainbow farts from the trainees.

Yu Zhile rolled his eyes angrily.

On the other side, Mr. President also boiled a plate of broccoli and gave it to Amuda by Jiang Fan's hand.

Amuda did not refuse, but ate it cherishingly.

After all, Mr. President already has Lele, so he probably won't have the chance to eat broccoli cooked by him in the future.

It's kind of sad to think about it.

Cutie Lan Xi gnawed on her beloved hard-boiled eggs and witnessed this battle without gunpowder.

Hey~

This chaotic relationship between men and men!

The day of the performance is coming soon.

Amuda was worried that he would forget the lyrics, so he wrote a cheat sheet on his arm.

This trick was taught by Xiaodanzai, and the cheat sheet was also written down stroke by stroke by Mr. President.

At this time, Xiao Jincheng was sitting in the instructor's seat, although his face was sullen, he looked at him with a smile that others could not detect.

The little egg cub stood on Mr. President's shoulder, waving his chubby tentacles, calling for his father.

Amuda's nervous mood suddenly calmed down a lot, and the lyrics in his mind were naturally sung along with the melody.

This time the stage was not as passionate as the previous few times. Amuda's group performed a lyrical song——

"If the Forest Could Talk".

Poplar said the wind was cool this morning,

Remember to add clothes.

The ginkgo tree says the ginkgo is ripe,

Welcome to taste.

From the spruces came news from on high,

A flock of geese will fly over that river.

The cedar on the edge of the cliff spreads its branches,

A cloud drifted by quietly.

The lark in the forest has something to say,

The squirrel in the hole has something to say,

The lichen under the tree has something to say...

The beautiful forest converges into a song.

This is a fresh, lyrical, and childlike song composed by the trainees themselves. It does not deliberately preach, but only implies the theme of "environmental protection" in a relaxed and joyful way.

The performances of the trainees are also very interesting.

For the first time, the audience saw these handsome boys taking off their leather clothes and metal ornaments, showing their fresh, natural and lovely sides.

Amuda raised his arms and imitated the swing of a big tree. The screams from the fans almost knocked the ceiling down.

The number one fan Yu Zhile was also fascinated, and even forgot the next lyrics.

Amuda raised his arm to him, wanting him to read the cheat sheet.

Yu Zhile grabbed his arm blankly.

Now, even Amuda wanted to sing for him, because Yu Zhile just covered the lyrics!

The stage is boiling——

Muyu cp releases sugar publicly!

Ahhh Lele Saigao!

If you have the ability, grab it, don't let it go! ! !

Amuda thought that everyone was screaming because of a mistake in the performance, and the audience was angry.

When he was in a hurry, he used the power of a priest, hoping to use music to calm everyone's emotions.

For a moment, the ethereal voice dissipated on the stage, and penetrated into the hearts of every audience along the stereo, earphones, and speakers.

There are no lyrics, only gentle singing.

Like the cool breeze in summer, like the yellow leaves in late autumn, like the warm sun in midwinter, like the tender buds in early spring...

It seems that all the beautiful things in the world have been gathered, and they climbed to your heart so quietly, and tears flowed down unconsciously.

Whenever there is beauty in the heart, it will be infinitely magnified under the temptation of singing.

Even if you feel disheartened about this world, you will still miss this moment.

This is the power of music.

Lan Xi was originally eating oranges with her belly spread out in the lounge, but now she couldn't help but ran to the front to listen.

The same behavior as him also includes the backstage staff, the security guards at the gate, and those high-level executives who are usually so busy that they don't have time to listen to a song.

Everyone seemed to have enjoyed a spiritual massage, and anxiety, irritability, fatigue, and depression all disappeared.

Lan Xi poked her man, and said reluctantly: "Little Bianniao still has two brushes, remember to vote for him!"

Jiang Fan rubbed his partner's head, chose the one with the highest score among the three tickets, and wrote Amuda's name on it.

Xiao Jincheng was much more blatant, the one with [-] points was written on Amuda, the one with [-] points was written on Amuda, and the one with [-] points was still written on Amuda.

It was difficult for the young director to collect the tickets, "Mr. Xiao, this is against the rules..."

Xiao Jincheng raised his eyebrows, "Are you talking about rules with me?"

The little director trembled, "No, you are the rule."

Xiao Jincheng nodded in satisfaction.

The little director made a bitter face and ran away.

After the performance, a reporter interviewed Xiao Jincheng, who made his public appearance for the first time, and was almost buried by the microphone.

President Xiao was not in a hurry, he glanced over, and the crazy reporters quieted down unexpectedly, asking questions in order spontaneously.

The first question was very sharp: "Which trainee did you vote for, can you tell me?"

"No." Very simply.

Uh……

The reporters dare not have any rebuttal.

I had to muster up the courage to dig a small hole, "Amuda performed very well today, do you think he meets the criteria for forming a group?"

"not bad?"

is very good!

"None of the lyrics."

It is enough to hold the audience.

"The standard for forming a group?"

Who is eligible to form a group with my little bird?

Xiao Jincheng raised his eyebrows, pushed the reporter away and walked to the parking lot.

Can't wait to get my own little bird in person.

The reporters chased after him and asked, "Then what do you think of Yu Zhile?"

Xiao Jincheng ignored it.

Xiaodanzi imitated his father's voice and said, "Lele is great."

After all, he is a younger brother, so he always has to boast in front of outsiders.

The reporters stayed where they were, as if they had discovered some big secret.

Before Xiao Jincheng returned to the castle, the headlines of the major media came out——

"Xiao Jincheng criticized Amuda and praised Yu Zhile."

His three answers were interpreted as——

"Very good? No comment."

"No lyrics? What kind of singer."

"Standard for forming a group? It's far from it."

The marketing account followed suit, and various headline parties came out one after another——

"President Xiao's mistress surfaced, so it's him?!"

"In the past, cp turned from good to bad, because of a man."

Amuda:? ? ?

Yu Zhile:! ! !

The author has something to say: put the lid on the pot and run away...