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At night, Baochan went to the shooting location in Yangyang Entertainment's car, leaned on the seat and opened Weibo, clicked on popular recommendations, scrolled down a few posts, and unexpectedly found himself.

He sat up straight in surprise. It was the video of him singing "Young Master" in the elevator. It was clearly said to be a trial filming, but the program team released it. They even made a voting link to attract Weibo users to Hot Wheels to pick guests. , The top ten with the highest little red hearts will enter the next round of official shooting.

Bao Chan has a sense of unreality. The self in the video looks weird, and the color tone or proportion seems to have been adjusted. It looks like he is white and thin, with flushed cheeks, as if he has been drinking.

The original po was the official account of "Voice of Box". When he clicked on it, "Young Master" was actually pinned to the top, with over [-] comments, over [-] retweets and likes.

Looking at those numbers, Baochan commented in disbelief:

I can! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

This sounds so good, my ears are pregnant!

It has been looped all afternoon, this singing method is so magical orz

Upstairs, this is an old student!

If you don't understand, just ask, old man?

Go back upstairs, Peking Opera!National quintessence!Welcome to know!

What are you all paying attention to, only I want to say that the little brother is good, handsome, right? !

Sister you are not alone!

I have already rushed to Hot Wheels to order little red hearts, begging my little brother Weibo within 3 minutes, I want to know his name, age, place of origin, whether he likes salty or sweet, and whether he eats coriander or not!

Don't argue, my boyfriend entrusted me to him before he died.

Girls seldom see this kind of boys, they are prone to dream.

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What the hell, this kind of old-fashioned guy is full of low feelings.

There is no brain acid upstairs, and the monitoring is complete.

Which one will control the review?Report your steamed name, we will increase the number of hits for him [pick nose]

I said low before, his suit is handmade in Europe, and the two on the collar of the shirt are Akoya pearls, which are pink, purple and blue sky pearls, so how noble are you?

So the little brother is still rich!Love it even more! ! !

Is it so unattainable... Is it sponsored by a brand... Is it so difficult to even dream on the Internet in this society...

Bao Chan frowned slightly, Xiao Huang's cell phone rang in the front seat, and after a while, he yelled: "Fuck, Brother Bao!"

Baochan raised his head.

"That little W!" Xiao Huang shook the WeChat group notification on his phone, "You have joined our program group!"

Baochan was at a loss: "Which little W?"

"It's the one that was trending yesterday," Xiao Huang squeezed to him with his mobile phone, "You know the pink chicken a while ago?"

Of course Baochan knew that it was Kuangzheng's business, and there was a picture hanging in their living room.

"Isn't Pink Chicken's artist one-eyed?" Xiao Huang found Xiao W's picture and clicked to enlarge it, "She was the one who poked it. Maybe it was because of Pink Chicken's popularity. He posted on Weibo yesterday and joined our group today! "

Baozhan was stunned, the pink chicken was created by Wanrong Zhenhui, but Kuangzheng never mentioned the marketing details at home, not to mention that Xiao W is a fictional character, he didn't even know what happened to Lu Ranxia's eyes.

In the picture, Xiao W has long black hair, a simple and clean demeanor, and is wearing a pair of exaggerated sunglasses, covering most of his face.

Ding, Xiao Huang's phone rang again, and the second notification from the program group came.

"Brother Bao..." he muttered, "Tonight is a group battle."

"Yeah." Bao Chan responded, looking out of the window, a familiar street scene in the bustling night was near Financial Street.

"The one with you," Xiao Huang swallowed, "It's Wen Jiu."

Baozhan turned around quickly, with a look of "I'm not mistaken".

"After all, we can't escape our fate," Xiao Huang sighed, "we have to get on the No. 1 car in a while."

Tonight's challenge location is a high-end nightclub. Before departure, Xiao Huang was very excited, shouting "the pinnacle of life" and "dreams will eventually come true". After getting out of the car, Baochan saw four eye-catching characters on the magnificent building. : Emerald Sun.

The parking space was designated by the program team in advance. Car No. 1 was in the most conspicuous position, and Bao Chan was still far away. When following the car camera, he opened the door and greeted attentively: "Brother Bao, this way!"

Bao Chan bravely stepped up, Wen Jiu was already there, today he was wearing a sleek golden grimace coat, his short hair was tied up behind his head, the back of his left eyebrow was shaved, and his eyes moved sharply.

Bao Chan sat down beside him, facing the camera, the machine's red light was on, under the dual pressure of the camera and Wen Jiu, he pursed his lips uncomfortably.

He didn't speak, Wen Jiu was also bored, the cameraman was helpless: "The two teachers interact, be natural, chatting in private, I have to release a wave of teaser highlights tonight."

Wen Jiu also folded his arms, lazily glanced at Bao Chan, meaning to let him start.

Baochan had no experience, his mind went blank, and after holding back for a long time, he said: "... hello."

"Pfft—" Wen Jiu didn't spout, but the three assistants sitting in the back row did, "You little chatterer, what a blind date!"

Baochan's face flushed red, embarrassed and nervous, staring straight at the camera.

"Young Master, last time," Wen Jiu also said at this moment, "I think it's very unique."

Baochan was taken aback for a moment, and immediately realized that he was acting: "Ah...thank you."

"The elements of Peking Opera are used just right." Wen Jiu also gave the camera the best angle of profile, and smiled sincerely, "Mr. Bao, is there time to teach me?"

This is a scene talk, and the smile is fake, Bao Chan looked away awkwardly, "Where..." Subconsciously, he looked at the camera again, "I just want to learn from Master Jiu..."

With a bang, Wen Jiu kicked the front seat hard, raised his hand to signal the camera to turn off, turned around and stared at Bao Chan, "What camera are you looking at?"

Inside the dimly lit car, Baochan stared at the break on his brow, and was suppressed by his aura.

"What is 'private chatting', don't you understand?" Wen Jiu said in a reprimanding tone, "You keep looking at the camera, how long do I have to record with you?"

Xiao Huang hurried up: "Brother Ye..."

"Brother Ye!" The camera put down the machine and smoothed things over for both sides: "Brother Bao is on camera for the first time, and I'm not used to it..."

"Not used to it?" Wen Jiu also has the attitude of a big star, "They are all newcomers, why have I never been used to it?"

Bao Chan was speechless, and Wen Jiu's attitude was a bit sloppy, but he was right, every time he looked at the camera, he was wasting everyone's time.

"A newcomer should look like a newcomer." Wen Jiu didn't show any face at all, "The company doesn't train you, why should we let the seniors who cooperate with us train you?"

Baochan tightened the corners of his lips, his face was pale, but he didn't lower his head.

Relying on his seniority and position, Wen Jiu raised his hand to touch his chin: "If you don't know where to look, just look at me." He snapped his fingers at the camera, "Do it again!"

At this moment, someone outside knocked on the car door. It was the assistant director in charge of scheduling. He was wearing an intercom and gesturing for the guests to get out of the car. Xiao Huang quickly pulled up Bao Chan: "Brother Bao, you're coming in!"

The Emerald Sun of Financial Street smells like stocks and money. Last summer, Baochan worked here every day. At that time, he could only go through the staff entrance at the back. This time, under the escort of the staff, he and Wen Jiu Also shoulder to shoulder, dignifiedly entering through the gate.

Because it was a battle, the guests in the same group had to share an elevator. In order to make the screen look clean, neither side brought assistants. The director team had inspected the venue in advance, and the elevator selected was close to the management area. The flow of people was relatively small, which was convenient for controlling the effect of the program.

After setting up the equipment and turning on the phone, Wen Jiu and Bao Zhan walked in one after the other. The car was spacious, and they stood at one end, one facing the door and the other with their backs behind it.

The elevator door closed slowly, the small space was suffocatingly quiet, Baochan's breathing was tight, it was the tantrum that Wen Jiu also had in the car just now, it pressed on his chest like a stone, making him uncomfortable.

He looked back, Wen Jiu also looked not relaxed, he took out his personal mobile phone and was messing with something, suddenly, Bao Chan realized that his fuss was not for the camera, but to suppress himself psychologically, Fortunately, in this battle to seize the opportunity.

Old fritters!Baochan coldly withdrew her gaze.

The first passer-by soon came. He was a drunk middle-aged man. Hiccupping, he patted the panel. There were four layers of buttons, all of which were lit up by him.

Four floors, ten seconds, the outcome is decided in an instant.

Baochan took a deep breath and was about to open his mouth when Wen Jiu suddenly heard music, and after a short bar, he opened his voice beautifully along with the accompaniment: "AndthousandtimesI'veseenthisroad, a thousandtimes—"

Very high-quality treble, like hitting a crystal with a silver spoon, every note is perfect, behind the clear tone is a stable breath support, listening to it is the hard work that has been trained for many years, as if it is covered by a fragile crystal I bought a golden bottle and made the sound majestic.

The elevator opened on the second floor, and Baochan stared at the drunk brother, but he didn't go down, and the challenge continued.

Wen Jiu also focused on his own music, without a hint of coquettishness, obviously he wanted to use music to conquer, not to please: "I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground!"

——I am a tree without roots, I am a powerful and unconstrained style!Baochan was attracted by him and his singing, and couldn't break free for a moment, followed by a stunning transliteration: "I'vegotnorootsuhuhuhuh!"

Arrived on the third floor, the eldest brother still didn't go down, drooping his eyelids, humming along with "hmm".

The hairs on Bao Chan's arms stood up. He had underestimated Wen Jiu before, thinking he was a "traffic" and a "scumbag". In fact, he has real skills, not only skills, but also heart. With a soundtrack, and it was cut in advance, and even mixed. He is called "Jiuye", not just because of the homonym of his name.

At this moment, Bao Zhan deeply realized that even though he and Wen Jiu were about the same age, they were completely different in terms of dedication and devotion to this profession.

Arrived at the fourth floor, when the elevator door opened, Wen Jiu also subdued his voice gracefully, "Yeah." For a long time, the eldest brother supported the wall, swayed down, and left a sentence: "Electrical, in the elevator...singing, there is... sick you!"

Baochan was stunned, and then heard a sentence in his ear: "Wen Jiu, the challenge has failed."

Baochan immediately looked at Master Jiu, who was raising his head to calm his breath, so he must have heard it too.