Cannon fodder is always forced to become a group favorite

It has to be said that "Making a Star" is a clear stream in the mudslide of talent shows.

"Star-Making Project" is slightly different from other talent shows. Other programs will focus more on the rivalry among members and the display of personalities, while "Star-Making Project" completely focuses on the players. In terms of strength, the main feature film is a duel between the players, and only a few tidbits will reveal the players' private personalities.

The audience really wanted to see more of the contestants' funny and amusing daily tidbits, and even once made #血书《制星》多出组织# on the hot search.

The program team felt that this was putting the cart before the horse, but they also listened to their opinions and said that they would increase the daily proportion as appropriate after the 61~101 ranks were eliminated.

This makes the audience look forward to the broadcast of the third episode even more.

Therefore, in the player's apartment, the sixth floor is full of large and small practice rooms, which are open 24 hours a day for players to practice at any time.

At zero o'clock, the corridor was empty, and there was no one in the practice room, but the surrounding cameras made him a little uncomfortable.

It was too late, before Ling Xiaoxing had time to give Yunyou his part, Yunyou simply practiced all of them.

The original owner's academic performance is not good, and his family background is an ordinary family in a small county on the [-]th line. He dropped out of high school early and entered the society.All the knowledge of vocal music and dance was learned after signing up as a trainee. After practicing for half a year, he joined the "Star-Making Project" with Qi Caifan.

This body has a bit of foundation, if you practice hard, it is not impossible to make a debut.

In the middle of the night, the player's apartment building fell into a dreamland. There were unknown bugs chirping in the grass, and only the street lights outside the window and the lights of the practice room looked at each other far away.

In the practice room, the lonely teenager corrected his movements in the mirror over and over again while watching the video, while being careful not to hurt his ankles.

He has a serious expression, sweat wets his forehead hair, occasionally slips across the side of his face, and finally falls on the skirt of his clothes along the beautiful jaw line.

Suddenly, when he was doing a jumping and falling movement, his left foot made a mistake, which involved the wound. The pain caused his expression to change, and he had to bite his lower lip tightly to keep from screaming.His right knee fell heavily and hit the floor, and he managed to keep his balance and not fall.

Yunyou knelt down on one knee, with his back curled up, his head buried in the crook of his arms resting on his knees, his face was pale, only his lower lip was smeared with blood, as if he was trying his best to suppress the pain.

After the fine forehead hair was soaked in sweat, a pair of frowning eyebrows, a pair of closed eyes, a drop of crystal tears suddenly overflowed, and under the light, it passed silently across the mole on the right cheek , and disappeared into the invisible.

He waited until the tide of pain receded before he lifted his head dripping with sweat, staggered up on his knees, and stared at "self" in the mirror for a moment.

As if facing himself in a different time and space, he whispered: "This is nothing."

When it was more difficult than this, he survived.

It's really nothing.

Yunyou continued, persistently and stubbornly repeated the previous mistakes.

There was pain in his ankle, but he persisted without changing his face, as if the pain and tears just now were an illusion.

He practiced until three o'clock in the morning before he felt that it was almost done.

In fact, he could practice until five o'clock and wait for Ling Xiaoxing to come, but the injured ankle is a bit too much, and if he continues to practice recklessly, it may hinder the rehearsal and performance.

He leaned against the wall and sat on the floor, wanting to see the performance of the members of Class A in the first period, knowing himself and the enemy.

As a result, he watched and fell asleep without knowing it. The mobile phone slipped from his palm and hit the ground with a "boom" without waking him up.

Falling asleep, suddenly a string of notes floated into his ears lightly and softly like snowflakes.

As the consciousness gradually returned, the music gradually became clearer.

It is the accompaniment of the adapted "Natural".

Yunyou listened to it all night, and almost got ptsd. When he heard this music, he wanted to dance.

Opening his eyes, a tall figure was dancing with his back turned.

Just from the back view, one can guess that this is definitely a handsome guy, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, tall and long legs.

... Except that the movements are as stiff as a puppet, there is no other problem.

"Your movement is wrong, your back is too tense, you have to open it."

A clear and slightly hoarse voice sounded, and the figure who was practicing froze for a moment, then calmed down and looked back as if nothing had happened.

Yunyou, who was leaning against the wall, moved his stiff neck, and the coat hanging on his shoulders also slipped off.

Ling Xiaoxing was about to say something when he saw Yunyou lift the coat he was wearing to cover his mouth and yawned. Tears burst out uncontrollably. He looked at him with wet eyes and found that the tears were very obstructive. Gaze, couldn't help wiping away tears with the collar of his coat.

After yawning, he lifted his coat up and shrank like a small animal that was afraid of the cold, leaving only a pair of moist peach blossom eyes exposed, shaking with spring water.

Ling Xiaoxing didn't speak for a long time, and stared at him with a strange expression, Yunyou blinked blankly, thinking hard with his still confused brain, and finally understood: "Your?"

Ling Xiaoxing: "Or yours?"

"I'm sorry," Yunyou leaned on the wall, stood up unsteadily, and handed him the coat.

"...You should dress first."

Yun You thought that he disliked his tears, "Why don't I wash it for you?"

"No need," Ling Xiaoxing turned his head indifferently, but involuntarily clenched the hand hanging by his side, "it's six o'clock, and it's still very cold."

It's boring for the two old men to push back and forth, not to mention that Yunyou is really cold, so they put it on neatly.

After putting it on, Yunyou was a little depressed. This body is not too tall, only 182, while Ling Xiaoxing is 187, and the sleeves protrude a bit.

Early in the morning, a strange desire to win suddenly ignited, Yunyou lifted his shoulders up vigorously, his sleeves rolled up, exposing his wrists; but before he could nod in satisfaction, his arms slipped down and the sleeves fell down again .

Ling Xiaoxing watched for a long time as this naive earthling competed with his own sleeve: "..."

Ling Xiaoxing: "The rehearsal starts at nine o'clock, shouldn't we hurry up?"

Yun You: "Oh, yes, let's start."

He walked over, the two of them stood facing each other, Yunyou took out the small notebook that he took notes last night, flipped it over and said: "I read the document you sent several times, this is what I think is insufficient and there are suggestions for correction. "

Because of his height, from his angle, he can see that he is wandering around with his head bowed, his jet-black hair curled up irregularly, a delicate bridge of nose, a small jaw, and a small section of collarbone hidden in his collar.

As Yunyou talked, he found that Ling Xiaoxing hadn't spoken the whole time, and when he raised his head, he met Ling Xiaoxing's gaze.

"What's wrong?" Yunyou asked suspiciously.

"Your hair is messed up." Ling Xiaoxing looked away expressionlessly and said.

"Oh, it's okay." Yunyou brushed his hair wildly, and continued to talk about his thoughts.

At first, Ling Xiaoxing thought that Yunyou was just pretending to be 13, and he couldn't say anything valuable, but after listening to Yunyou's speech, he watched him dance again, his eyes gradually lit up, and he took out his mobile phone: "I'll call the others over .”

"It's 06:30 now."

"I'm still sleeping now, and I don't need to wake up after the performance." Ling Xiaoxing immediately called someone after finishing speaking.

Hearing this, Yunyou's words were inexplicably familiar.

It seems that Ling Xiaoxing is also very dignified in the 14th group. In less than 5 minutes, the team members are all there, all of them are unkempt, and there is one who came running without tying his shoelaces.

Counting Yunyou, there are seven people in the group, three from class F, two from class D, one from class C, and one from class B.

Yun You looked at this miserable lineup, even though he had done his homework last night and was already familiar with the members, he was still speechless.

Can such a group really win a group?

According to his memory, "Yunyou" and Qi Caifan both successfully advanced to the group stage.

However, now that he is suddenly kicked out of the group through the book, it is also considered a variable, and it is not absolute to lose to the first group.

Ling Xiaoxing introduced: "Yunyou, you all know each other."

The five older boys nodded listlessly, and Ling Xiaoxing wanted to introduce Yunyou one by one, but Yunyou raised his hand and interrupted him: "I almost know each other, let's get straight to the point."

The five people who were still sleepy were shocked when they saw Yunyou interrupting Ling Xiaoxing's speech, and it was even more strange to see that Ling Xiaoxing didn't show any displeasure.

"To be honest, the composition of the song is very good. It can be said to be the icing on the cake if it is properly adapted on the basis of the original without loss..." Yunyou suddenly thought of something, and suddenly raised his head, "Ah, by the way, who is the arranger?"

The five big boys were about to speak, but the master had already opened his mouth:

"I."

"You?" Yun You looked at Ling Xiaoxing in shock, realized that he had lost his composure, and added, "Of course, I'm not saying you're unworthy, but it's a surprise that you can improve so well."

Ling Xiaoxing: "..."

Don't you mean unworthy?

The five of them were all shocked by this sentence, their eyes stared like copper bells, their mouths opened into an O-shape, apart from being shocked, they all showed sympathy and admiration for Yunyou.

Yun You seemed to have gotten to know this person again, looked him up from head to toe, and said with great interest, "Have you ever studied music arrangement? From the Conservatory of Music?"

It is rare for Ling Xiaoxing to be seen so nakedly. It feels a little strange: "No, I studied architecture, and the arrangement is for fun in my spare time."

"Then you are a bit awesome at playing." Yun You admired, he was a student of the Conservatory of Music in his previous life, and he has studied the arrangement in depth, so he can see the tricks inside.

Ling Xiaoxing smiled and said nothing.

"The arrangement is very good, but the dance is too ordinary and there's nothing special about it," Yunyou frowned after praising him, and asked, "Who arranged this dance? Why is this level similar to radio gymnastics?"

The five boys suddenly stopped breathing in unison.

Ling Xiaoxing: "...me."

"Oh? Oh..." After Yunyou was surprised, he thought of his stiff limbs and the fact that he was not a professional, and calmed down again, "Of course, you don't have to be discouraged, how can God open doors and windows for you."

If it was said that the five boys still had human compassion for Yunyou, now they are staring at a pile of loess with nostalgic eyes.

They all looked at this nail household in Class F whose windows and doors were welded to death by God, wondering how he had the courage to say such a thing.

What was even more shocking was that Ling Xiaoxing was not angry, but just gestured for him to continue.

The five of them looked at each other in blank dismay, and even extremely doubted whether Ling Xiaoxing had been pierced by the soul.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain his abnormal behavior!

And Yunyou, who changed the core, naturally didn't notice what was wrong, and continued: "The arrangement is very good, let's work hard on the dance. It's too late for big changes now. I made a small change, and the effect should be as good as it should be. It can be much better than the original…”

The five people were very disdainful when they heard this. Just you, who was rated F class twice, deserves to say such a thing?

However, after Yunyou sang and danced and demonstrated, their expressions all changed, from ridicule, to shock, to admiration, and finally applauded in unison.

While admiring, they looked at each other, and they both saw eagerness in each other's eyes, and their confidence was rekindled.

They understood why Brother Ling was so good-tempered. If they really followed the version adapted by Yunyou and won the first group, it wouldn't be impossible!