The top brother is going to the draft!

——Why does Qi Beizhen insist on coming to the draft, once or twice, as if he is going to die to the end?

Zhuang Xiang didn't ask this question.

He had a premonition that he would not be able to get an answer from Qi Beizhen, because he was obviously not the type who would casually tell others what was on his mind.

Looking at Qi Beizhen, whose eyes were fluttering, Zhuang Xiang only praised him with a smile, and asked if he could teach him to play bass in the future.

Qi Beizhen raised his eyes focused on playing the piano, and looked at him quite unexpectedly, "Last time I asked you if you want to try, but you refused, I thought you were not interested."

"Because it's a waste of time to teach me now!" Zhuang Xiang said, "In the future, the time will be looser, so you can have time to learn slowly."

Qi Beizhen laughed and nodded.

Zhuang Xiang also smiled.

To be honest, Zhuang Xiang was surprised by the trust he showed in them.

He showed them his trump cards for lore so easily, as if he didn't consider the possibility of others plagiarizing and robbing him of opportunities.

Song Yishen didn't care much about the talent conference that Qi Beizhen talked about.He fell on the bed and said in a muffled voice, "I'll be in charge of applauding you guys when the time comes."

Zhuang thought: "What if everyone is asked to perform?"

Song Yichen scratched his green hair: "But I don't have any special skills." He looked at Zhuang and thought, "Brother, what will you perform then?"

Zhuang wanted to meditate for a while, and said solemnly, "Break a big stone in your chest."

Song Yishen:?

Qi Beizhen paused while playing the piano.

Zhuang thought: "Actually, this is my family's ancestral technology."

Song Yishen:? ? ?

He was in a daze for a long time, seeing Zhuang Xiangzhen's serious face, his mentality gradually changed from "true or fake" to "what if it's true", he gradually ignited admiration, and gave a thumbs up, " I would like to call you: Liangshan hero!"

For a moment, the bedroom was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Qi Beizhen was a little speechless: "You also believe this kind of nonsense." Could it be a fool.

Zhuang wanted to laugh.

Song Yichen: "..." Good guy.

Furious, he picked up the pillows on the bed and threw them at Zhuang Xiang.

Zhuang wanted to take a look at the pillow, and laughed: "Your pillow is green."

It seems that student Xiao Song's hair can fade very well.

Song Yichen pouted his neck and argued: "What's wrong with being a little greener? It means that this pillow is full of vitality, just like me."

Zhuang thought: "..."

as long as you are happy.

Zhuang Xiang's mood was gradually adjusted during the fight with Song Yichen. Just as he was having fun, the door lock slammed, and Su Yuan, who was still in a neat uniform and had not had time to change, pushed the door in.

Recently, because Ming Lan's company intervened, he is also much busier than before.

After the recording of the ranking announcement was over, he was called by the company to talk again. By this time, his gentle eyebrows and eyes were a little tired.

Song Yichen quickly stopped.

Zhuang wants to ask: "How is it?"

The corners of Su Yuan's mouth raised slightly, and he said gently: "Don't worry."

His voice has always been unhurried, making the listeners feel very peaceful.

Zhuang Xiang frowned, questioning: "No, why do you always say that?"

Su Yuan was taken aback when he heard the words: "Is there?"

Zhuang thought: "Yes!"

Su Yuan is a kind person.

He always explains and counsels others, but never makes others worry too much. He has a helpless personality that only reports good news but not bad news.

Su Yuan smiled helplessly, and gently rubbed his soft hair: "Don't really worry, it's been resolved."

Zhuang wanted to narrow his eyes.

"Solved?" Qi Beizhen's bass tone stopped and looked over.

Su Yuan said: "Yes, even if it is temporary."

Song Yishen said: "What did Ming Lan say?"

"It was agreed not to do anything for the time being, which is equivalent to an armistice agreement." Su Yuan's tone was still gentle.

That being the case, this matter is equivalent to coming to an end, and everyone did not continue to discuss this topic.

"We're going to adjust the groups tomorrow morning..." Song Yichen turned to look at Zhuang Xiang and said, "Brother, how many people are left in your group?"

"Eight." Zhuang wanted to do the math.

"Kicking someone out." Song Yichen sighed, "... I don't know if his mentality will collapse."

Obviously, he has managed to stay on the Sangong stage, but it seems that he is not needed at all.

On the surface, it is said that only those who are eliminated have lost their previous efforts, but in fact, why not the players who were changed in Sangong?

Early the next morning, the contestants of the "Lighthouse" group arrived at the practice room and greeted each other.

The absence of some familiar faces in the practice room seemed to make them a little uncomfortable, or they were all worried about whether they could stay in the voting session for a while... In short, the atmosphere was unprecedentedly solemn.

Cheng Fengyu lowered his head and was bored with everyone for a while, couldn't stand it anymore, scratched his hair and complained: "It's so serious. I don't think anyone will laugh at me if I fart now."

The selection tube slowly turned his head:?

The other contestants also: ? ?

Such a serious atmosphere, why discuss this.

Zhuang wanted to cover his nose with the lyrics sheet, choking speechlessly: "Should laugh or laugh."

Some people said that they were fat and speechless: "You are an idol!! Idols can't say this or that."

"Just to tell you—" Cheng Fengyu was stunned, and looked at the election supervisor, "Ah, you won't cut this part out, will you?"

Selection officer: "Oh, that's not necessarily the case."

No one understands the mood of the editor, spread your hands.jpg

For example, as we all know, the innocent younger brother Zhuang Xiang was turned into a ghost by a haunted house variety show editor.

Cheng Fengyu: "..."

Qi Beizhen said indifferently: "He always talks nonsense, so it's reasonable to expose him."

Cheng Fengyu: "Don't do this, I will lose fans qwq"

Then a large number of players laughed and criticized him for what he deserved.

The atmosphere can be regarded as active, everyone chatted happily, and the tension was mostly reduced.

When the time was up, the staff looked at everyone in the practice room, clapped their hands and said, "Okay, go vote, kid. There are seven voting positions in total. Fill in the name of your 'most wanted player' from top to bottom." .”

Zhuang Xiang, as the captain, encouraged everyone to calm people's hearts.

Cheng Fengyu stood up and stretched his waist, and said, "By the way, can I be the first one to write about myself?"

The staff said: "Yes."

Cheng Fengyu: okk

Zhuang wanted to be the first to enter the small room.He took the card handed over by the staff to thank him politely, and was about to pick up his pen when he heard the staff ask a very sharp question: "Will you write yourself at the end?"

Zhuang Xiang was a little surprised, and raised his head: "Why do you ask such a question?"

"As the captain and No.1, Zhuang thinks you are talented and quick to adapt, right? There are always people who think that you should take on more burdens than others." The staff member said, "It's true when you think about it. The so-called capable people Work harder, capable people can really think more about paying more within the scope of the conditions, and provide more living conditions for others..."

Zhuang wanted to laugh, and the little tiger teeth bared: "Whether to give or not, or not to dedicate, I think this should be my personal choice?"

The fierce yet obedient appearance of the little tiger makes people wonder whether to be scared or to be cute for a while.

The staff was taken aback.

On the opposite side, Zhuang Xiang's smoky blue hair scattered between his eyebrows and eyes, as if it hadn't been deliberately taken care of, revealing a sense of casualness and laziness.He looked polite and well-behaved with his crooked eyebrows and eyes, but there was a bit of sharp inquiry hidden in his dark pupils.

He smiled and said bluntly: "I don't like this, don't kidnap me morally."

Make it like it's his fault if he doesn't.

Seeing that the staff didn't answer, Zhuang wanted to slowly fill in his name on No. 1 of the "Most Wanted Player".

His handwriting is beautiful, as if there are strong joints of plum trees on the paper, which makes people think of plum blossoms that bloom tenaciously in winter.

Zhuang wanted to say slowly but firmly: "I will never let others interfere with my own decision. I want to stay. I have my goals and pursuits. For this reason, I must be unwavering, and I will never do it for anyone. Beg for perfection."

In Zhuang Xiang's world, the first thing to consider is always oneself.

Maybe some people think he is selfish.However, putting in so much effort but giving up easily, isn't it a disrespect to the self who has worked so hard?

Anyway, Zhuang Xiang is unacceptable.

Zhuang Xiang has high expectations for Sangong's "Lighthouse".He thinks this is a new challenge and breakthrough. He wants to tell others that he thinks he can not only dance and rap, but also sing well.

And such a brand-new screen image, he also wants to share it with fans who have been following him outside the base.

Therefore, Zhuang Xiang would never let go of this opportunity.

Staff: "Have you ever considered the possibility that other people voted you first? Maybe the vote you gave yourself is not so important. Wouldn't it be better to use it to help others?"

Zhuang Xiang put forward a reverse hypothesis: "If everyone thinks that I am stable and puts me behind? Then I need to cast this vote to save myself."

Staff: "That's not necessarily..."

Zhuang thought: "That's right, isn't it not necessarily what you said?"

The staff was speechless, and was discouraged for a while: "I can't tell you."

Zhuang Xiang smiled and nodded. After thinking about it, he quickly filled out a form.

"Won't you regret it?" the staff member said.

Zhuang thought: "If you make a serious decision, you will never regret it."

"Okay." The other party easily let him go.

After everyone's voting was over, everyone gathered in the practice room and looked at each other, chatting as usual, and didn't ask the other party where they ranked themselves.

Because after asking, it is very embarrassing if you get an answer that is not ideal.

Soon, the election management came out after counting the votes and announced their rankings one by one.

Zhuang Xiang was first, Su Yuan was second, and Cheng Fengyu was third.

The rankings were announced one by one until all seven contestants were announced. The only contestant whose name was not pronounced was embarrassed and at a loss, and asked the selection channel: "Then, am I going out now...?"

The selection manager gave an affirmative answer, and said: "After going out, gather with other voted players, and then go to the next practice room together. If you are selected, you can stay."

There was a gasp in the practice room.

asphyxia.

This format is really suffocating.

…The players who are cast out will not only face the loneliness of being "betrayed", but also face the consequences of being selected.

If you are not selected, you will continue to be selected in the next round, and your confidence will probably be worn away layer by layer.

Zhuang wanted to look at the contestants who had been voted out.

As long as there are nine people left and two people are voted out, this kind of unnecessary pain will be shared by someone.

--but.

In a group of eight people, only seven could stay, as if he was the one who was abandoned.

Zhuang wanted to pat him on the shoulder and get a sad hug, and then the other party raised his head and smiled at them, saying I'm leaving.

Out of inexplicable guilt, everyone bid farewell to him with the most enthusiasm and reluctance.

Zhuang wanted to watch him leave, but he didn't feel the ease of completing the task.

Maybe it was the last bit of dignity that kept him from turning back. He left quite simply, but walked slowly, as if he was complaining to them, and hoped that they could stop him at this time and tell him that it was just a joke. .

Cheng Fengyu murmured: "It's so cruel, he just left..."

Qi Beizhen: "It seems like a bit of an afterthought to say such things after voting."

Zhuang wanted to look back.

Cheng Fengyu didn't comment on this, but sighed heavily.

After one person was kicked out of their group, the remaining people were exactly the number of people on the stage, and no newcomers entered the group, so it was considered a group that suffered less pain.The only problem is that among the remaining seven people, there are overlapping singing in the two teams that were previously divided.

Fortunately, everyone is very familiar with the song "Lighthouse" these days. Even if it is not the original aria, it can still be sung after redistribution, but it takes time for the emotional brewing.

Everyone reorganized their thoughts and adjusted their state, and were about to continue practicing when the staff knocked on the door of their room.

Under everyone's puzzled eyes, the staff explained that they came to announce the stage design to them in advance so that they could prepare in advance.

Prepare in advance.

Is this stage difficult?

Zhuang wanted to turn around, exchanged glances with his teammates, and found that everyone was stunned.

Staff: "Your stage this time is quite special."

The performances in the talent show, besides the mentor's performance, the most important ones are the first and third.

Yigong set the tone for the audience's impression of strength, while Sangong is almost setting the stage.Even if there is a change in the ranking, it will be in a small range, and it is no longer possible for the dark horse in the back row to flash to the debut position.

Therefore, Sangong's stage must not be perfunctory, and even requires more color and the pursuit of viewability.

Zhuang Xiang asked curiously, "What's special?"

The staff said: "Because it needs to be relevant to your song, the stage effect plan given is also to sing from a high place."

Standing high...?

Zhuang Xiang's heart skipped a beat.