Is the draft mentor my nemesis? !

After Guan Chan finished speaking, he turned and turned on the TV in the practice room.

The melody of the original track resounds in the practice room!

"This is... the national style song!"

"It's not just the national style, there are interspersed chants in the middle of the song, which sounds like Shanghai opera; the prelude also has the style of Yue opera."

Xie Yin suddenly realized.

No wonder Guan Chan looked so bad today, he must have been up for many days.

As soon as Guan Chan knew that the program group was instigating regional rivalries among fans, he immediately established the first wall for the trainees' public opinion war: urgently revise the original song and integrate it into local characteristic culture.

But it's not easy.On the one hand, the local elements must be carefully selected, and the cover cannot be perfunctory; on the other hand, the choreography team has already started working according to the demo given before, so the adapted song must also fit the original dance.

He took time out of his busy work to complete the original song adaptations of the four teams. The cultural elements of different teams are completely different. How much effort will it take?

Not only Xie Yin, but all the trainees present had their throats a little dry.

"This is my attitude. Next, it depends on your attitude." Guan Chan turned his head and said flatly.

Five days, a brand new song, and each person has to rehearse two old songs, everyone's nerves are tense.

Time passed, and soon on the fifth day, the trainees were able to complete the whole performance, and the next priority was to dig out the details and improve their expressiveness.

The trainees also put forward many ideas of their own.There are trainees in the Haicheng team who were born in folk art, and they incorporated many classical elements into their dance moves to make their performance more complete.

"Xie Yin, your voice is a little hoarse."

Xie Yin opened his mouth, frowned slightly, but chose to keep silent, not to burden his throat, and shook his head to express that it was okay.

Jiang Hao put his hips on his hips and let out a long breath, feeling helpless.

For the third performance, everyone's mentality seemed to have changed.

Perhaps the program group put all of them on the fire, and everyone worked harder to think about how to show their good side in front of everyone, and turned the pressure into motivation.

This kind of motivation returns to "how to be a good idol" and squeezes out their potential.

They must use their attitudes to prove their true hearts as idols.Only when they show such an attitude will the audience and fans be infected.

Wanjue is in charge of folk art in the Haicheng team.He has been in opera since elementary school, and has incorporated many body characteristics into choreography.The trainees adapted a movement in dancebreak into a dance sleeve, and Wan Jue stretched it forward, while Xie Yin and Jiang Hao held him up.

Obviously there is no need to make it difficult for myself, but no one in the team said "make the movements easier", and they all practiced with them over and over again.

Even Xie Yin was panting: "Wanjue, can you still dance?"

Wanjue panted heavily, and waved his hands to show that he could still hold on.

"Let's try again."

Jiang Hao and Xie Yin stood behind Wanjue, saw the right moment, and took advantage of Wanjue's leaping strength to lift it up!

In the blink of an eye, Xie Yin felt that the strength in his hands was not right: "Be careful!"

At the last moment when Wanjue jumped off the ground, his ankles became weak, and his whole body collapsed instantly like a torrent of strength!

thump—

He fell face-to-face, and Xie Yin and Jiang Hao also fell forward unexpectedly!

"Are you all right?"

"Quick, go to the infirmary and call someone!"

Xie Yin opened his eyes and propped himself up.His legs were pressed down by Wanjue, and he dared not move.

"Wanjue, Wanjue?" He pushed slightly.

Wan Jue turned his head and hissed, his face was pale and in extreme pain.

Everyone hurriedly helped them away, and hurried to the infirmary to invite a doctor.

Jiang Hao only scratched a little, compared to Xie Yin and Wan Jue who fell hard.Xie Yin's knees and elbows were broken, and Wan Jue's ankles were swollen exaggeratedly.

Just in case, the two of them were selected and sent to the nearest hospital to take a film to confirm whether there was any bone injury.

Jiang Hao went with the two of them.It has been an hour since the inspection was completed, and the pain in Xie Yin's wound gradually eased. He had a premonition that nothing was wrong, and the inspection result was only scratches at first, just rest.

However, the swollen bun on Wanjue's ankle still hasn't subsided. Although his film hasn't come out yet, Jiang Hao and Xie Yin feel something is wrong in their hearts.Wan Jue lowered his head, bit his lower lip tightly, and frowned.

Soon Wanjue was escorted away for another examination, and after a while, one of the election supervisors who accompanied them came.

Jiang Hao: "Sister, is there something wrong with Wanjue's foot?"

The election manager hesitated to speak, closed his eyes and shook his head: "The test results haven't come out yet. If you two are fine, go back first. Wanjue will be accompanied by someone here, so you don't have to worry."

Their hearts skipped a beat, and they looked at each other without saying a word.

Back in the practice room, the rest of the team gathered around: "Is the injury serious?"

Both Jiang Hao and Xie Yin couldn't speak and sighed.Seeing this, the others knew that Wanjue would definitely not be able to go with them tomorrow.

They have almost slept in the practice room for the past four days. After spending so much effort, they have encountered such an accident.

Everyone is inevitably downcast.

"We can't intervene in the hospital, but tomorrow's stage is something we can change. Wanjue definitely hopes that our stage will have good results."

Everyone looked up and found that Xie Yin had stood up first and walked to the mirror again.

Jiang Hao worried: "You are also injured."

"It doesn't matter." Xie Yin turned his head and smiled, his slightly messy hair covered his forehead, "I will pay attention."

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the corridor outside the practice room was full of voices.Everyone is ready to go back and pack their bags.

It's almost time for people to leave, and the lights of the Haicheng team are particularly obvious.

Guan Chan walked along the corridor all the way to the practice room, his pace becoming more and more urgent.Suddenly, he stopped outside the practice room door, and through the transparent door, the concentrated figure in the practice room fell into his eyes.

One person was missing the day before the performance, which meant that the positions needed to be rearranged and the lyrics needed to be reassigned.

Everyone stopped from time to time, Xie Yin walked out of the queue to adjust everyone's positions, and rearranged the queue decisively and methodically.After everyone remembers the new queue, the music restarts, and everyone starts to follow the next paragraph.

In this case, gossip will only slow down the progress, and assigning it to one person can complete the task in the shortest time.

No trainee said a word, even Jiang Hao trusted Xie Yin very much.

Xie Yin's attention was very focused, his eyes staring at the mirror were bright and devoted, sweat flowed down his jawline, reflecting crystal light under the overhead light.

The trainees around didn't seem to realize that he was a younger brother in this team, and subconsciously regarded him as the backbone.

"Very good, the last song has also been re-arranged. Arrange it again."

Everyone responded in unison.The music sounded, and the sound of neat footsteps and breathing sounded in the practice room.

"Let's review the first one."

"Prepare for the second song..."

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, the election manager came to remind me.The bus to downtown Haicheng will leave at [-] am, and they have to go back and get ready.

Everyone reluctantly walked out of the practice room.Xie Yin was the last one to come out. After closing the door, when he turned around, he found someone standing outside the door.

Xie Yin was taken aback: "You have been waiting here?"

"You're doing a good job. I'll interrupt your progress if I come in."

"I……"

Before Xie Yin could say anything more, Guan Chan suddenly stepped in front of him without warning.

"Wait, Mr. Guan, Guan Chan! What are you going to do?"

Guan Chan squatted down, opened his trouser legs, revealing his livid ankle: "You are injured."

"It's just a flesh wound." Xie Yin said indifferently, and suddenly, he couldn't help hissing.

Guan Chan lightly touched his ankle, and Xie Yin let out a cry of pain.Guan Chan was sure, although the injury didn't have much effect, it still hurt like hell.

He endured the pain just now and has been rehearsing intensively.

Guan Chan lowered his eyes, the look in his eyes was unclear.

Xie Yin quickly took two steps back: "It's okay, I have to go back."

"Sit over."

Xie Yin: "Huh?"

There are several sofas at the stairway on this floor of the practice room.Xie Yin was in pain, and was dragged to the sofa by Guan Chan without any resistance at all.

It was late at night, there was no one on this floor, and most of the lights were turned off.Only the door plate of the safe passage and the decorative lights at the corner are on.The outdoor street light shines in through the window at the stairway, adding futile brightness to the dim and charming atmosphere.

Xie Yin's face was dripping with blood.His shoes were taken off, and Guan Chan grabbed his ankle and held it in his hand.

Safflower oil dripped from the slender palm.Rubbing, the safflower oil is warmed by the body temperature, and the medicinal power is released along with the smell.The palm of the hand pressed against the bruised skin of the ankle, and gently pressed it, again and again, each time making the skin redder.

Xie Yin closed his eyes, his slender eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.

Guan Chan's movements were very skillful, with just the right strength, which did not cause him any pain, but made Xie Yin even more uneasy.

When they were trainees, all kinds of collisions were commonplace, and teammates rubbing medicine on each other was extremely skilled.Sprains are the most common, and they have all practiced the most skilled and effective methods of applying medicine.

While waiting for Xie Yin in the corridor, Guan Chan went to the infirmary to get safflower oil, and treated it for him with the techniques he had developed before.

But why are you so uneasy now?

The skin around the feet turned red, the red was even like a drop of ink dripping on the rice paper, smudged outwards, all the way up the fair calf.

"All right."

Guan Chan's voice rang in his ears.

The eyelashes trembled slightly, as if Xie Yin had exhausted all his strength, he opened his eyes.

"Where else is hurt?"

"The elbow and the underside of the palm are just scratches, and the doctor has already dealt with them." Xie Yin said quickly, for fear that Guan Chan would change his target again.

"Go to bed early. Come on later."

Xie Yin suddenly noticed that Guan Chan was wearing sportswear.He has been rushing to make announcements for the past few days, so it is definitely impossible to dress like this.When an artist of his level appears at the airport, many people will come to take pictures, and some brands even sponsor his airport styling.

"You...were you going to help us change the team today?"

Guan Chan's hand that twisted the cap of the safflower oil bottle paused slightly, and then replied as if nothing had happened: "You did beyond my expectations. Not only strength, but also leadership."

Looking up, the leader who was in the practice room just now has misty eyes.

"Your feet."

Xie Yin was startled suddenly.After Guan Chan finished rubbing the safflower oil, his feet kept kicking in Guan Chan's arms and he forgot to take them back.

"I'm sorry!" He hurriedly withdrew his foot, suddenly, his whole face wrinkled, "Hiss——"

If I keep this position for a long time, I get cramps.

Guan Chan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and two fingers to massage the meridians of his calf.

The feet that were struggling to leave in her arms were white and tender, and the toes were tightly curled up because of the owner's shyness, trembling and struggling.