Airborne Superstar [Entertainment]

The door of the lounge was suddenly opened forcefully, An Ran strode towards the desk, staring at the manager sitting on the chair.

The manager raised his hand and raised his forehead after seeing who it was.

An Ran's usually enthusiastic face turned completely cold, and the phone made a loud noise when it fell on the table.

"I want my Weibo password."

The manager's tone was very firm, "No, you can't help him."

"Brother Qi has helped him speak."

An Ran looked at the comments of Black and White Island on the Internet, wishing to tear them up.

There was a time when he was hacked like this, and it was Bai Yu who taught him not to care about other people's thoughts.

"Who is Qi Huaiyuan, who are you, can you have a number in your heart?"

The agent rolled his eyes. Although An Ran, as a member of SILENCE, has brought countless benefits to the company, the gold medal producer Qi Huaiyuan is a long-term cash cow and a rare talent.

The company can freeze An Ran, but it is impossible to offend Qi Huaiyuan.

An Ran understands this truth, but he is very annoyed that he is so useless, he can't help Baiyu when he encounters difficulties, and he can't even post a Weibo to support him.

"If you want to help him, it's better to comfort him directly. It's not good for anyone if you do so."

The manager tried to persuade him that he was taking An Ran and Jiang Shen with him at the same time, and the two were the most worry-free, like enemies, they couldn't find peace in the same space, it was really worrying.

An Ran was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "Why don't we negotiate a condition. I don't have to do anything this time, and I promise I won't take the initiative to trouble Jiang Shen, but I want to return my right to take care of myself on Weibo."

In the room on the other side, the cold light hit Song Ling's face, showing a trace of grayness.

Manager Chen leaned on the sofa with his feet up, watching Song Ling with interest as he clutched his stomach and gasped for breath.

He sneered while smoking a cigarette, "What the fuck did I warn you, and you ignored it, didn't you? Not only did you go into battle in person, but you also invited sailors? What are you pretending there, and you'll be useless after two hits?"

Song Ling could only feel the smell of rust in his breath. Manager Chen didn't show mercy to the starlets under his opponents, let alone a little trainee like him.

But he will never forget that all this is thanks to Baiyu.

Song Ling didn't expect Qi Huaiyuan to stand up and speak up for Bai Yu, because he underestimated Bai Yu.

Manager Chen stubbed out the cigarette, pulled a chair and sat beside Song Ling, and gently patted him on the shoulder.

"Let me tell you, the superiors let Baiyu run its own course. Good things belong to the company, and bad things belong to Baiyu. If you mix it up casually, if you are discovered, the disadvantage is that you are not Baiyu."

Song Ling barely straightened up, and forced back the pain on his face, "I'm sorry, I was impulsive this time."

He knew that he couldn't go head-to-head before he was fledgling, and he still counted on Manager Chen to help him get into the position.

Seeing Song Ling's expression, Manager Chen stretched out his hand and patted his face in satisfaction, "This looks so energetic. Boss Gao told you to accompany him tonight."

Song Ling clenched his fingers secretly, with a professional smile on his face, "I see."

Song Ling held back his anger and walked out of the conference room with a gloomy and gloomy expression on his face.

There was someone waiting for him at the stairs, it was Pei Liang who was in his group.

Both Song Ling and Pei Liang have good dancing skills. Among the eight contestants, the two captains with the highest comprehensive ability and popularity are Gu Beichuan and Song Ling.

But the two of them have always been at odds, so apart from Baiyu, these talents split into two factions.

Pei Liang's appearance fits the type of idols nowadays, and he has been in the company for three years. This time, the company's intention to give him a chance is also to let him join the next group.

After all, the members of the group are limited, and the history of the Tianji Boys Group has a record of up to seven members.

If he can't get in again this time, he can only find another way.

The sudden airborne Baiyu made him feel a strong sense of crisis.

Song Ling briefly told him what Manager Chen meant, and he was also dissatisfied when he heard it, "Why, that good-for-nothing Baiyu has nothing but a face."

Song Ling lit a cigarette with a gloomy expression, "Let him be arrogant outside for a few days now, and enter the program group in a few days... and Gu Beichuan, we must not let him overwhelm us."

"Baiyu is a one-round tour. He didn't form a team, and it all depends on his personal score. He is dead."

The two exchanged glances, and there was a tacit dark light shining there.

"By the way, Manager Chen didn't make things difficult for you, did he?" Pei Liang knew about Manager Chen's violent behavior, and he himself had suffered.

Song Ling shook his head, "It's okay, you go to practice quickly, you will be joining the group soon."

Pei Liang responded, looked at Song Ling's back, and put away the smile on his face.

"Hmph, what an air of being a superstar... Wait and see, I'm the protagonist this time."

Qi Huaiyuan got up early and came to the company, there was already someone in the studio.

I saw Baiyu Diaoerlang holding a pen in his mouth, playing the piano keys with his right hand, and recording something on paper from time to time.

On the big screen was a scene of a singer, Cao Mo, the singer of Tianji.

"It's so early today." Smelling the aroma of tea, Qi Huaiyuan walked quickly and sat down in front of the sofa, pouring a cup of tea impatiently.

Bai Yu turned around and sat facing him, with an unusual refreshment on her face, "The weather is good these days, and I slept well."

"What do you see Cao Mo doing at the scene?"

"Learn from the scriptures. I have been listening to the recording studio before, and I haven't listened to the scene of the master level for a long time."

Baiyu actually likes to sing very much, but he never told anyone that someone taught him to sing, but he just entered the period of changing his voice.

And his habit and experience is to stand beside the lead singer and watch him sweat wantonly at the front of the stage.

After entering Tianji, he hears the voices of various people every day. In addition to getting inspiration, he also wonders what it feels like to pick up the microphone and stand on the stage to sing, and he often imitates the skills of those singers in private.

He has always been curious about the lead singer's mood when he sang, because he felt amazing when he listened to that person singing, and he was so naturally led by him.

In terms of majors, Baiyu not only has theory, but also has rich experience.

Baiyu would listen to the singer record demos of his songs, and sometimes even act as a sound engineer.

He also remembers Qi Huaiyuan's complaints about the singers clearly, and as time goes by, he also knows it without a teacher.

More importantly, after the accident, he couldn't play musical instruments with his hands, so he used singing as an outlet for decompression.

"Would you like me to listen to you first?" Qi Huaiyuan asked casually. He had never heard Baiyu sing, but he remembered that during the days when Baiyu was training trainees, he never missed a vocal class.

"No, it's not a special singing competition."

"That's right. By the way, didn't you return that song to Cao Mo?"

"Which song?" Bai Yu frowned, completely unable to remember that he had written a song for Cao Mo.

Except for the songs specially made for other singers, many songs eliminated from SILENCE are waste songs, and they are just stuffed for a small singer.

"'Kite', that song has been at the top of the rankings for a long time."

Bai Yu was surprised, that song was a popular song that was particularly suitable for the market, and it was very easy to be bad, and it was not suitable for SILENCE at that time.

So he threw it to Qi Huaiyuan directly, but Qi Huaiyuan finally gave it to him.

"Brother Qi, you actually gave the scrap song to God Cao Mo."

Qi Huaiyuan shook his head straight, "Then how can it be a waste song? Cao Mo also asked me privately many times who IW is. I told you at the time, and you must have fallen on deaf ears."

Bai Yu shrugged, he wrote too many songs, and he couldn't remember how many songs he wrote, let alone ask the whereabouts of each song.

Qi Huaiyuan sighed, "Anyway, you're going to record a show tomorrow, go back to rest early today, don't wear dark circles under your eyes, and dress according to your idol temperament, don't bring out your punk style before."

Qi Huaiyuan still remembered the fear of being dominated by Bai Yu's style of wearing private clothes for the first time after Bai Yu finished his rehabilitation.

Colorful instant noodle heads, rivet leather jacket with checkered pants and pointed boots, the only normal painting style is that face.

Although he has been in contact with many visual kei and rock stars, he is not surprised by this kind of dress, it's just not his favorite style.

But Bai Yu, who had been sitting in a wheelchair like an autistic child, suddenly dressed like this still shocked him.

Many trainees walked around when they saw him, as if they were afraid that he would suddenly explode.

It was also under the double reminders of Qi Huaiyuan and An Ran that Bai Yu changed out of that attire, and has been wearing a simple solid-color shirt ever since.

But at that time, no trainees were willing to approach him.

But now, Bai Yu is going to be an idol instead of a rock singer, so he must remind him.

"Didn't I just say that those sets of clothes were just the performance clothes I was used to wearing at that time, and I just came out of the campus, and I didn't have a few private clothes, so I can't wear school uniforms."

"Okay, in fact, wearing it like that suits your temperament, but it's hard for the public to accept it. Anyway, work hard, and I will vote for you."

"Thank you Brother Qi."

Bai Yu's eyes turned to focus on the big screen, so complicated and focused.

The blue background is intertwined with the lingering mist formed by dry ice, which evokes the deepest memory of the blood surging in the chest.

In a momentary trance, he vaguely saw himself standing there with half of his foot dangerously stepping on the edge, but there was no one below, only the cold ground staring at him.

He was finally going back to the place that satiated him and wanted to escape.