After I became popular with my face, I made my debut in C position

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The time of a performance will be controlled within 5 minutes, and there are several teams in No. 1-30, so the performance is actually very fast.

Mu Lin felt very slow.

In the waiting room, everyone showed their face and cheered.

In the warm atmosphere, only he seemed out of place because of the indifferent silence.

If you call Mu Lin to prepare for picking at this time, ask him: "How do you feel?"

Then he only has two words to say: "boring."

Maybe it was because God had spied on his state of mind, Elder Xuanguan poked her head out from the door, and when she saw him, she yelled at him: "No. 33, Mu Lin is ready."

Mo Fang can be regarded as a little refreshed.Seeing Mu Lin standing up, he stretched his waist, lazily handed out his fist to him.

Mu Lin punched him.

Mo Fang raised his head to meet Mu Lin's dark eyes, and started to smile as soon as he rolled his eyes, raising his eyebrows in a provocative way: "Compare Qi Dong'an."

He had a loud voice, and he spoke straightforwardly and without concealment, and everyone looked at him as soon as he spoke.

Mu Lin raised his eyebrows: "Do you think there are other possibilities?"

Mo Fang shook his head.

The corner of Mu Lin's mouth twitched, his smile was unruly and full of determination: "That's right."

Mo Fang tilted his head and smiled at him.

Mu Lin is always like this.Confident and arrogant, there is that invincible sharpness in the brows.

Many people say that Mu Lin looks fierce.

——It is indeed fierce.

Those eyebrows and eyes were ruthless and ruthless, mixed with ruffian aura, blended into a rebellious flamboyance, and the innate charm of the peach blossom eyes was turned into an unstoppable sharpness by him.

To be honest, the overwhelming sense of oppression and aggression made my heart a little heavier.

But it's hard for Mo Fang not to appreciate his sharpness, wind-like and knife-like temperament, so domineering and cold that it doesn't make sense.

— But not everyone is Mo Fang.

In the eyes of others, the more confident Mu Lin is, the more he makes people laugh.

A vase with no strength said that it wants to compare with the strong, but it is still a natural and arrogant gesture.

Will anyone be angry for the strong?

No, just thought it was funny.

"Where does the confidence come from..."

"No, Mo Fang is the ten-mile champion. Will the people he recognizes be inferior in strength? I'm looking forward to Mu Lin's strength now."

"Take a step back, so what if he is really good at rap? Who doesn't know that the most important thing in the draft is singing and dancing."

"Yes, wouldn't singing, dancing and pulling the cross be a hindrance? I still bother him..."

"Actors should act well, why don't you come here for a talent show?"

Everyone covered their microphones and discussed in low voices.

Mu Lin walked down lazily without looking sideways, and the buzzing of the crowd fell silent involuntarily.

Mo Fang laughed and watched as the election supervisor led him through the waiting room and opened the door to leave.

As soon as the two turned their backs, everyone in the waiting room began to whisper to each other again.

"32 Feng Xu didn't come, he and Qi Dong'an performed on the front and back, the difference will be big, right?"

"Of course! Didn't Qi Dong'an learn dancing for nothing in eight years? He's just an actor who went through the back door—he can definitely win the battle."

"Ha, it's not that I'm targeting Mu Lin, but anyway, I really don't believe that he can be stronger than Lao Qi."

In addition to Mo Fang's "real" remarks that made his ears callous, there were also some people who spoke for Mu Lin.

"Intuitively, his strength must be good!"

"Mu Lin looks...he looks very confident. I can't imagine any disheartened expression on his face. It seems impossible to lose..."

Going out is a narrow and dark passage.

The selection officer closed the door with his backhand, and with a "bang", the mosquito-like discussions were separated.

A faint musty smell radiated from the dark corners.Mu Lin lowered his head and straightened his cuffs, when he suddenly heard footsteps in front of him, and a light fragrance drifted to his nose with the wind.

The faint coolness is wrapped in a gentle coat, cutting through thorns and thorns, forcefully plundering the center of people's senses.

He raised his head inadvertently, meeting the eyes of the slender figure approaching him.

Gold-rimmed glasses, red phoenix eyes, tear mole.

The faint sharpness at the corners of the eyes and eyebrows is like a needle hidden in the cotton, which is obviously so dangerous, but it is inconspicuous.

Mu Lin narrowed his eyes subconsciously, his beast-like intuition sounded the alarm in his heart.

The two passed by each other, but stopped at the same time and looked back.Eyes collided inadvertently, as if bullets shot and sparked.

Tit for tat, but also silent.

After a long while, the gentleman's thin lips slightly curled up, his eyes lowered, and he nodded politely to him.

The slightly long hair slipped quietly from behind the ears.

The tear mole under his right eye is the finishing touch, adding elegance and elegance, and when he lowers his eyelashes to cover it, the eyes are even more unfathomable.

...can't see through.

Mu Lin pressed his tongue against his cheek.

The other party slowly raised his eyelids, the amber eyes refracted dark colors through the lenses, and the corners of his mouth curled up as he stared at him.

Mu Lin stared at him right and wrong, narrowed his eyes, and chuckled lightly.

The selection officer walked halfway and suddenly found that the tall boy beside him was gone, so he turned around and called out, "Mu Lin?"

"coming."

He cast one last glance at the stranger before turning away.

—Sometimes fate is really strange.

For example, it turns out that there are really people in this world who he hates at first sight.

He clicked his tongue lightly.

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When Mu Lin went backstage to wait, Qi Dongan's performance on the 31st was not over yet.

His repertoire is a typical boombap-rap song, the drums are dense and the style is bursting, and the choreography is also bursting.He dances purely and doesn't sing. Every movement is crisp and neat, and his muscle control is evident.

As far as the dance is concerned, this is the only outstanding existence among the thirty performers.

Mu Lin found it a bit interesting, and the instructors obviously appreciated it, cue him to do an extra personal presentation.

Qi Dong'an: "I can rap well."

Look at his outfit again.

Graffiti black vest and overalls, a big gold chain and silver ring, and a mint green exaggerated hair color, just looking at the dress is indeed a bit rapper.

Rap mentor Carson K became interested, he straightened up from the back of the chair, "Do you know how to rap?"

Qi Dong'an nodded, and signaled to the music teacher outside the venue: "Teacher, please give me a beat."

"freestyle?"

Mu Lin raised an eyebrow.

Thinking of his dazzling dance, Carson K can't help looking forward to his rap.

Rhythmic music sounded like flowing water.

Qi Dong'an was ready to take his position, and even brought the microphone to his mouth to start singing, but suddenly stopped.

...the accompaniment is wrong!

Under the camera, he is not good at making big moves to arouse suspicion, so he quietly closed his eyes and looked outside the field.

An ordinary man stood on the console, his eyes were focused on the work in hand, and he didn't even give him a look.

Qi Dongan's heart beat violently.

wait wait wait!

The music teacher was replaced? !

His pupils shrank suddenly, and his mind suddenly went blank.

For the additional tests in the show, most of the contestants actually did some backhand preparation, such as writing lyrics and choreographing in advance.Buying music for freestyle is also a common occurrence in the draft, and Qi Dong'an didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

—he was just flustered by the sudden change of music.

This gentle beat doesn't fit his words at all!

"What are you waiting for, Qi Dong'an?"

The violent dance just now made Qi Dong'an sweat a thin layer, and beads of sweat rolled down his chin.He swallowed, sweat dripped from his forehead into his eyes, and a bone-chilling coolness penetrated his hot body.

The beat rang for a long time, but Qi Dongan walked on the stage hesitantly and anxiously, and did not sing for a long time.

Carson K already frowned puzzled.

A peaceful beat echoed in the air, but he repeated the words and sentences he had thought of before in his mind.

He desperately tried to restrain his instincts and think of something new, but his brain suddenly stopped working, and Qi Dong'an couldn't think of anything except what he had written.

He just felt that his hands had lost strength for some reason, and even the movement of grabbing the microphone was so laborious.

It’s over.

These two words frantically echoed in his mind, almost blowing his brain out.

The author has something to say: Tonight I want to try the metaphysics at 12 o'clock...