Master, don't stop me from being an idol

Lu Yu came back soon, and anyone could see that he was in a bad mood.

He didn't look at Wen Boyu, fearing that he would lose control of his expression again, he turned to the others and said, "The recording will start after everyone enters the studio."

Even so, no one would provoke Wen Baiyu anymore. To put it bluntly, they just couldn't understand his behavior. Lu Yu was impulsive and directly stood up to provoke him.

They realized that Wen Baiyu was not easy to bully, so they wouldn't make trouble in person.

After a while, the remaining seven people also arrived, and the staff put on microphones and business cards for each of them.

"Next, each of you will take your seat in turn. Remember, the recording will start when you enter the door."

Wen Baiyu entered the door. There were twelve chairs in front of him, and a middle-aged man in a suit. He held a microphone in his hand and said, "Welcome everyone. I am Yiyou, the host who witnessed you becoming an idol."

There is a red box in front of him, and everyone takes turns to draw the cards inside and perform according to the vocabulary of the cards above.

The vocabulary Wen Baiyu picked up was bamboo leaves. He followed the others and sat on the chairs, intending to observe how they performed first.

The host said: "Now that all the draws have been completed, there are three judges waiting in the room to rate your performances. Who wants to be the first to enter?"

After speaking, everyone didn't move, but turned to observe other people's movements.

Upon seeing this, the host said: "The more you get to the end, the greater the pressure will be."

Mo Zhaojin understood what the host said, and crossed her arms and said: "The last person has less room to perform, because the people in front have performed before, and if they repeat their talents and styles, they will face public punishment." situation."

Lu Yu said with a half-smile, "Whoever is ugly is embarrassed."

Ziran asked curiously: "Lu Yu, what words did you draw?"

Lu Yu got up, picked up the chair he was sitting on and carried it on his shoulders, turned over the card held between his fingers, revealing the word [chair], raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I'll go fight first."

"Come on, Lu Yu!"

"Looking good on you."

Others cheered for him one after another, only Wen Boyu looked calm and watched the picture transmitted from the big screen.

He heard Mo Zhaojin say beside him: "You're lucky."

"Why?" Wen Boyu asked him curiously.

Mo Zhaojin was a little surprised. He thought Wen Baiyu was pretending to be aloof and would not take the initiative to talk to others. Seeing the other party asking, he said: "Lu Yu is good at dancing, and chair dancing is a child's play for him."

Wen Boyu nodded. On the screen at this time, Lu Yu began to dance with the chair as a prop under the dynamic BGM. His posture and music were integrated, and his movements were sassy and smooth.

Even Wen Baiyu, who only knows how to practice all the year round, can see it with a surge of emotion.

At the end of the performance, the three judges scored seven, eight, and nine points out of ten.

"It's a good dance, and the future is promising."

"It's very rare for a boy to be able to dance the chair without looking feminine."

"come on."

Lu Yu bowed slightly, and the earrings shone brightly under the light. He smiled and said, "Thank you teachers, I will work hard."

When Lu Yu walked out with the chair, he deliberately stood in front of Wen Baiyu and asked, "How is it?"

His tone was not provocative, it sounded like an ordinary question.

But those who knew the conflict they had just now knew that Lu Yu was exerting pressure.

Wen Baiyu thought about it carefully, and imitated the people in the TV series, gave a thumbs up and said: "The music is really nice."

He concluded that without the music, he would have no idea what Lu Yu was doing with the chair.

Lu Yu: "..."

"Pfft!" Mo Zhaojin couldn't help laughing, noticed Lu Yu's gaze, got up with a restrained smile, and straightened her clothes, "I'm going."

The vocabulary he drew was [little bear]. After entering the room, he and the staff asked for a little bear doll, held the bear and said, "Hello, my friend, what are we going to talk about today?"

Then he squeezed the little bear's hands and made a gesture of waving his hands. His mouth didn't move, but a voice came out: "Oh my old man, today is such a good day, why don't we sing a song together!"

Ziran exclaimed: "It's amazing, you can know ventriloquism."

When Wen Baiyu experienced in the world, he once met a person with such skills, and people called him a "belly fairy". At that time, that person claimed to be able to tell fortunes and exorcise evil spirits, and defrauded many people of money.

I didn't expect it to be an attractive performance in another world, which is quite interesting.

Mo Zhaojin used ventriloquism and Xiaoxiong to complete the dialogue and chorus between the two, and the scores were eight, eight, and nine.

"Learning ventriloquism is not easy, it is rare."

"Singing can show a variety of voices, and the future is boundless."

"come on."

"Thank you for the judges' comments." Mo Zhaojin asked the staff with a smile after bowing, "Can this little bear be given to me?"

The staff member was slightly surprised and said, "Yes."

After Mo Zhaojin came out, she also asked Wen Baiyu: "How is my performance?"

The two asked the same person one after another, which attracted the attention of other contestants.

Although Wen Baiyu didn't quite understand why Mo Zhaojin wanted to know his opinion, but he could feel that the other party was not malicious, and he said, "It's pretty good, it's amazing."

Mo Zhaojin smiled, put the little bear in Wen Baiyu's arms, met the latter's puzzled eyes, and said with a smile: "This is your reward for praising me."

Wen Boyu didn't want to accept this inexplicable gift: "I'm just telling the truth."

Mo Zhaojin smiled deeper: "Well, very good."

Everyone was seated close to each other, so they could naturally hear the conversation between the two, which reminded me of Wen Baiyu's evaluation of Lu Yu just now.

Someone chuckled a little.

Lu Yu was very annoyed, turned around to look but couldn't find the person who was laughing.

After that, people went in to perform one after another, and the vocabulary drawn was also strange.

[Fishing nets] [Smoke rings] [Motorcycles] [Mirrors] [Boxes] and more.

The basis of idols is singing, dancing and acting skills. Most contestants integrate vocabulary into their own skills based on their own understanding.

The 12 people are all new artists signed by the company. They are young and energetic, and their performances are bright-eyed, full of enthusiasm and longing.

What's interesting is that after receiving the judges' marks, they all went to Wen Boyu to ask for their evaluation, as if he was the No.4 judge here.

"There are only three people left, why don't you go to the show?" Mo Zhaojin kindly reminded.

Wen Baiyu shook his head. Zhou Momo told him that the recording of this show was a full-time program and he couldn't leave. The order of performances didn't make much difference to him.

Ziran leaned over curiously and asked, "Hey, what word did you draw?"

He is the youngest person here, tall and thin, with a childish face.

Wen Baiyu looked at him and thought of his junior brother, his eyes were a little gentle, "Bamboo leaves."

Ziran: "Bamboo leaves? It matches you very well!"

Wen Baiyu is dressed in Tsing Yi today, with a calm demeanor, a slender posture of bamboo, and an elegant and refined charm.

Lu Yu leaned against the back of the chair, thinking that Wen Baiyu was lucky.

"There are many songs about bamboo leaves, you can look them up." Mo Zhaojin suggested.

Wen Baiyu's pupils were gray. He later found out that he couldn't find the reason, but it was caused by the abolition of the immortal root. When the pupils were illuminated by light, there was a sense of confusion and distance.

"I don't sing."

Ziran: "Don't sing? Is it possible to dance?" He thought of Wen Baiyu dancing in the falling bamboo leaves.

Wen Boyu said helplessly: "No."

He has a good memory. He watched a lot of dance teaching videos these days, and he memorized them all.

but--

Brain: I can dance.

Body: No, you won't.

Lu Yu raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and almost uttered the sarcasm, he read the character design silently for a few times before he could bear it.

Mo Zhaojin remembered the article written by Wen Baiyu and Ji Hongshen. At that time, Wen Baiyu's stand-in video caused a wave of enthusiasm.

After the others finished performing, Wen Boyu got up and walked. The staff asked him what he needed, and he said, "A long sword and a bamboo leaf."

The staff quickly gave Wen Boyu the props he needed.

Others looked at the screen and discussed.

"It is said that Wen Baiyu is a practicing family."

"I've watched the video of him acting as Ji Hongshen's stand-in, and he really has two hands."

"This condition can become a star in the future, but..."

But it's not enough to become an idol just by a little bit of skill.

Ziran: "Brother Mo, how can you say that he just takes a leaf?"

Mo Zhaojin looked at him with raised eyebrows: "How much would you take instead?"

"Of course it's a basket, and then I threw the bamboo leaves into the sky, swish, swish—" Ziran stretched out his hand and gestured twice.

Mo Zhaojin imagined it for a while, and said with a thumbs up: "Show."

After Wen Baiyu got the props, he didn't go to the room. Instead, he went to the players' seats and said to Mo Zhaojin, "Can you do me a favor?"

Before Mo Zhaojin could speak, Lu Yu stood up and said, "Do you want to perform magic tricks? I'll help you."

He could see the face of Mo Zhaojin as a traitor, and he had promised to be unanimous with the outside world before, but in the blink of an eye, he had a good relationship with Wen Baiyu.

He thought maliciously, and later pretended to cause sabotage unintentionally.

Mo Zhaojin frowned, he could see Lu Yu's malicious intentions.

Wen Baiyu turned to look at Lu Yu: "Are you sure?"

His reaction didn't look like a precursor to rejection.

Lu Yu nodded: "Yes, do you have to ask Mo Zhaojin to help?"

"No, since you want to help, then let's go." Wen Baiyu turned around and walked towards the room after finishing speaking.

Lu Yu secretly snorted.

The two came in together, which caught the attention of the judges.

"What are you going to perform?" one of the judges asked.

Wen Baiyu smiled lightly, and turned the long sword with his wrist: "It was a little trick I played when I was bored."

"Let's begin then," said the judges.

Wen Baiyu handed the bamboo leaves to Lu Yu: "Hold it in your hand."

Lu Yu: "And then?"

Wen Boyu: "There is no after."

Lu Yu didn't know why, so he pretended to fall to the ground inadvertently after thinking about it.

Wen Baiyu stood still, only to see his wrist holding the sword moved slightly.

At this time, a gust of wind blew the bangs on Lu Yu's forehead. He was about to throw away the bamboo leaves, but he heard Wen Baiyu say: "It's done."

"Okay???" Lu Yu opened his eyes wide, not knowing why.

Not only him, the judges and the outside contestants didn't know what was going on.

Wen Boyu said, "Blow on the bamboo leaves."

Until now, Lu Yu could only do as he did. He raised the leaves and puffed his cheeks and blew, only to see the intact leaves turned into tiny fragments like dandelions, floating in the air.

Everyone: "..."

The scene seemed to be paused, and no one spoke for a long time.

"Is the prop broken?" The judges immediately questioned.

The director immediately played back the shot: "Slow down, slow down again..."

The screen slowed down several times, and the director finally managed to capture Wen Baiyu's sword movement.

Director: Is this still a human?