The top brother is going to the draft!

"Boom, boom."

Knocked twice on the door.

Xu Ziyi stood at the door and waited quietly for a while, but did not hear any movement from Zhuang Xiang's bedroom.

He took two steps back and looked at the house number in doubt, then muttered to himself, "Goed out?"

The selection officer was beside him, watching him knock on the door in bewilderment, stepping back to look at the house number, and questioning his foolish expression became more and more obvious: "No, Xu Ziyi, don't you have a mobile phone? Why don't you call."

Xu Ziyi stared blankly at the selection committee for a while, then suddenly came back to his senses, and suddenly realized: "That's right!"

Selector: "..."

The election officer was speechless, and student Xiao Xu coughed uncomfortably.

"It's not my fault, how often can I touch a mobile phone, how long is it once!" Xu Ziyi rubbed his nose, took out the mobile phone from his trouser pocket and called Zhuang Xiang, "I feel like I'm going to be a primitive person, and now I'm in the base When something happens, I can’t remember that there are mobile phones in this world.”

The thinking in my head is gradually simplified to the base life of three points and one line. Even if I hold a mobile phone in my hand now, I will forget to use a more convenient way to communicate with my friends.

Dial out the number with two beeps and you are connected.Xu Ziyi leaned against the tiled wall and asked straightforwardly: "Brother, are you not in the dormitory?"

Zhuang Xiang hummed in doubt, his voice sounded a little breathless: "Is there anything you can do for me? I'm in the practice room."

Xu Ziyi was speechless: "This is a holiday, why are you going to the practice room so early?"

Although the program team requires them to practice under the live camera every day, because it is a holiday, this rigid requirement will be relatively loose.

and……

Xu Ziyi looked out from the small window at the end of the corridor, and the golden sunlight shone in and fell all over the floor. It was a good weather for relaxing.

In this weather, you should go out for a walk more!

On the other end of the phone, the distressed voice of the young man was a little distorted: "Yeah, I didn't dance much in "Lighthouse", and my body felt stiff... By the way, what's the matter?"

"Oh, help the director to let you know that we'll be on the way to record the song in two days." Xu Ziyi said.

Zhuang thought: "Huh? Recording songs?"

While talking to him, Xu Ziyi bid farewell to the selection manager and walked to the practice room: "Yeah, yes, I just came back from the preparations. The director asked me to remind you and Su Yuan to prepare in advance. The Chinese version of the lyrics list is now in my I have it in hand, and I will show it to you to familiarize yourself with.”

Zhuang Xiang still said: "Huh??"

Only then did Xu Ziyi realize that he might not know anything, and began to explain.

"That's right, isn't "Lighthouse" very popular recently?" He said, "A film director came to buy the copyright and asked you to sing the Chinese interlude of this song. Is Su Yuan next to you? You should also inform him."

Zhuang Xiang turned his head to look at Su Yuan who was sitting by the railing outside the door, blowing the wind, and said hello.

Xu Ziyi said, "Then shall I come to you now?"

Zhuang Xiang happily responded.

After hanging up the phone, Su Yuan asked, "What is it?"

They all turned off the radio microphone at this time, and the audience watching the live broadcast could not know what they said.

Zhuang wanted to briefly tell him about Xu Ziyi's notification, and at the end he made a comment: "It's a pie in the sky."

Although he said such words, his expression didn't look like he was taking advantage of it.

On the contrary, Zhuang Xiang had no superfluous expressions on his handsome and delicate face, his eyes were half-closed, and he seemed to be in deep thought.

The selection managers sent the phones to the contestants on the second day after the performance, and everyone could see the rave reviews on the Internet.

Zhuang wanted to quickly accept the fact that this song was reposted and quoted a lot. After all, in his opinion, this song is really good to sing, has bright spots and empathy points, and it is normal for the public to accept it.

But—a director came to them for an episode so soon?

Zhuang Xiang narrowed his eyes and slowly drew a question mark in his heart.

It shouldn't be like this.

According to common sense, the copyright fees of the original songs in the audition are not expensive and the sales are guaranteed. It is true that there will be many companies testing the copyright, but most of the testing is just testing, and no one will cut it off so quickly.

Qi Beizhen asked, "Do you know who that director is?"

Zhuang Xiang blinked and shook his head: "Xu Ziyi didn't say anything."

Qi Beizhen pondered.

It is not ruled out that there is a possibility that the director really likes this song.But he has always been an out-and-out pessimist. At this time, he tapped his fingers on the floor and said with a calm face: "To be honest, I never believe that there is such a good thing as a pie in the sky."

Song Yichen didn't understand what they were worried about, so he said carelessly, "Oh, don't think that way, maybe it's because your strength has been recognized. It's a good thing that the popularity has increased a bit!"

Zhuang Xiang leaned against the wall and muttered: "I think Xiao Qi is right."

"It's safe to come, no matter how bad the situation is, it won't be so bad." Qi Beizhen put the phone in his pocket lightly, and said, "Compared with these unknown things, it's better to think about how the talent conference will be held. More realistic."

Song Yishen's scalp was numb, he hesitated and said, "The program team hasn't announced yet, will there really be?"

Qi Beizhen glanced at him: "I will never do useless work."

After practicing for so long, he will not let himself return without success.

Song Yi was so sad that he straightened his hair, and after he struggled for a while, he looked at Zhuang and thought, "Is my brother really a boulder in his chest? Well, then I don't know anything, so I'll hit you with that boulder?"

Zhuang Xiang twitched his eyes, speechless: "What are you thinking, of course it's fake."

"What will the younger brother perform then?"

"I thought about it for a long time before, and I feel that I can play drums, and the props group also has them." Zhuang Xiang felt a little lazy under the sun, casually brushed his forehead back, took a mint candy from Song Yichen, and chewed Leaning on the recliner by the window while chewing.

The sun is fine today.

His eyes were closed, and the sunlight pierced through the leaves and cast shadows on him.He added slowly: "Well... After all, there is no talent that other audiences don't know about."

"You can play drums!!" Song Yichen was instantly shocked by the betrayal of the organization.

It feels like——he and Xueba said they didn't review this time, but it turned out that he really didn't review, and Xueba took out a stack of papers he had finished before the exam and said, "Didn't expect that? I lied to you! !"

Song Yishen: The fist is in.

When he was thinking about how to express his deep resentment, Zhuang Xiang's reclining chair shook, squinted at him, and said with a smile: "But if you want to learn, I can teach you now, and then we will form a team together."

Song Yishen's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Zhuang Xiang said with a good temper: "Really."

Song Yichen felt relieved in an instant, and laughed happily like a fool.

Qi Beizhen took a look and said silently: "You son of a bitch."

Su Yuan smiled faintly, "It's a good relationship."

He looked at Zhuang Xiang with gentle eyes.

The brilliant golden sun fell on his smoky blue hair, showing a warm caramel color.

like a cat.

Speaking of cats, where is Bing Kuo Luo now?

As soon as he thought of this, he heard a brisk meowing sound from outside the door, Su Yuan turned his head to look unexpectedly, and Song Yichen got up quickly.

You know, Bing Kuoluo is being raised by Xiang Yingdi, and under normal circumstances, he will not come to the base during holidays! !

Everyone looked back together.

The little black raccoon—oh, it can't be called the little raccoon now.Bing Kuoluo had grown up, and was starting to look a little fleshy.The big raccoon came running step by step with its tail upright, pawed and slammed the door, retracted its ears, and squeezed in with its head tilted.Looking back, Xiang Ran, who was panting in black, was slowly pacing behind it.

As soon as Bing Kuoluo entered the room, he couldn't wait to run towards Zhuang Xiang who was sitting on the lounge chair by the window.

Song Yichen's open embrace towards it was completely ignored, and he couldn't help crying: "Why does Bing Kuoluo only like my younger brother!! I'm not bad looking either!"

Qi Beizhen: "Probably because your green hair is too dazzling..."

Song Yishen:?

This is hair color discrimination!

Su Yuan looked at Xiang Ran and asked curiously, "Why did Teacher Xiang come?"

Xiang Ran said, "Let's see and think about it."

He looked up and saw Zhuang Xiang sunbathing on the recliner by the window of the practice room.Bing Kuoluo jumped into his arms consciously, rubbing his head against his hand.Zhuang wanted to be so comfortable in the sun that he didn't even bother to open his eyes. He rubbed the cat's head lazily, and got a meowing sound.

Xiang Ran stood and watched for a while before approaching. Standing in front of Zhuang Xiang, he couldn't help reaching out and stroking his head.His fingers sank into his smooth and soft hair and rubbed it.

The edges of the hair are reflected in caramel color, and it feels warm and soft to the touch.

Zhuang Xiang didn't even open his eyes, the shadow of his eyelashes fell on his eyelids, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he turned his head sideways against his wrist.

Xiang Ran looked down at his quiet eyes, and after a while, asked softly, "Are you sleepy?"

Zhuang wanted to rub his hand and said, "Fortunately, I want to show off more."

Su Yuan watched from a distance, and said with emotion: "Teacher Xiang really loves my brother very much."

Qi Beizhen nodded.

And Song Yichen tried to seduce Bing Kuo with twists and turns, but to no avail, and finally gave up, picked up his phone and began to browse Weibo full of resentment.Then——I found a hot search article that just started climbing the list within 10 minutes.

# Item burning trumpet #

Song Yishen:! ! !

He seems to have discovered something incredible? ?

He cautiously glanced at the two uncontested figures by the window, and excitedly poked in to see the cause and effect with the mentality of a melon-eating crowd.

The reason is that Xiang Ran's Weibo post was reposted by Zhuang Xiang's "Lighthouse". Some keen fans suspected that it was not the Weibo post from Xiang Ran himself.

Then he was questioned by other fans.

[No, with the actor's status and background, can anyone post Weibo without his consent? ?You can't talk too much, sisters]

[Hmm... I'm the only one who thinks this is the wrong number for the actor? 】

[1, Indeed, even if the elder brother calls his younger brother on Weibo, he would not use this kind of facial expression!No... the old lady actually doesn't know how to use facial expressions at all...]

[Indeed! !And this tone doesn't sound like an ordinary movie star at all, why are you so fat?]

Song Yichen became curious.

What kind of tone is it that makes the fans feel that Xiang Ran, who has become a habit, is not right?

He searched, and Xiang Ran's previous Weibo came into view.

Item burning v:

[I like it, my brother is amazing—v—link→[Let’s listen to this song together! "lighthouse"]】

Song Yi fell silent.

Leaving aside the tone issue...

—v—?Isn't this the face that my brother likes? ? ?

Could it be that my younger brother quietly posted on Xiang Ran's Weibo to blow rainbow farts to himself?