Bamboo horse falling from the sky

On Song Xingyu's birthday, ML, the boy group of the nurturing department, has all grown up, and the teenagers have more and more personal affairs.

Many people in the circle think that this boy group is about to disband, but every time they do group activities, they slap those people in the face.

In early winter, ML's new album was finally released. Not long after the album was released, it broke the record for domestic entertainment album purchases, and it was their own record.

Fenghe made a lot of money for this, and when Mr. Zhang was happy, he gave each of the children a big red envelope.

It was another winter, and Sister Jia accepted the invitation to ML's New Year's Eve party as in previous years.

"What shall we perform at this New Year's Eve party?" In the practice room, Chen Ziheng asked his younger brothers for their opinions.

"That must be a new song." Bai Chumu first put forward his own idea.

"I agree." Ling Tongqian raised his hand in agreement.

"You agree with everything Xiaobai says, scratch your ears." Song Xingyu couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't hold back his complaints.

"Aren't you convinced?" Bai Chumu defended his boyfriend.

"Submit." Song Xingyu hesitated, hiding behind Chen Ziheng, for fear that Bai Chumu would rush up to punish him.

"What do other people think, are they listening to Xiaobai's performance of the new song or does someone have other opinions?" Chen Ziheng patted Song Xingyu to tell him not to make trouble, and then continued to ask other people.

"Just do as Xiaobai says."

Everyone agreed and a decision was made quickly.

The title song of the new album is very youthful, very positive, and it is also sung and danced. It is absolutely suitable to perform on the stage of the New Year's Eve party.

Bai Chumu took everyone to practice the dance several times to get familiar with the dance moves, and then went to the vocal music classroom, and asked the vocal music teacher to help them figure out the details of singing.

For the New Year's Eve party, the director team was very optimistic about ML, and arranged their show before the New Year's Eve countdown. Once the performance was over, they had to stay on the stage and start the New Year's Eve countdown with the host and the audience.

In the lounge of ML backstage, seven people have already put on their makeup and changed their clothes. There are still more than two hours before their show. They are bored and practice dancing in front of the makeup mirror in the lounge.

"Aren't you tired?" Sister Jia sat and watched the teenagers jumping around. They were not tired. She felt a little tired after watching for so long.

"What do you know? They're just warming up." As a professional, Brother Qing proudly teased Sister Jia.

"Yes, you know best. Why isn't your surname Dong? You know so well." Sister Jia rolled her eyes unceremoniously.

Brother Qing: "..."

Jiang is still old and spicy. It will take another ten years for him to beat Sister Jia in terms of slander.

"No more dancing, let's take a break." Bai Chumu, the master dancer, took the lead to strike.

"Xiaobai can't do it." Song Xingyu brushed his hair and smiled disdainfully.

"Song Xingyu, you're done." Bai Chumu looked at Song Xingyu's messy hair and kindly reminded him.

Song Xingyu thought that Bai Chumu was warning him as usual and didn't take it seriously at all. He didn't realize the seriousness of the matter until his hairdresser brother rushed up and pointed at his hair and called his name.

"Song Xingyu, you just got your hair done!" The hair stylist brother looked at Song Xingyu's chicken coop-like hair and felt very broken.

"I was wrong brother, I didn't mean it!" Song Xingyu put his palms together and begged for mercy.

"Come here." The hair stylist brother took Song Xingyu to the dressing table and sat down, re-doing his hair.

"You're still arrogant." Bai Chumu sat on the sofa with one leg on Ling Tongqian's, pointing at Song Xingyu to gloat.

"I'm not as arrogant as you are?" Song Xingyu glanced at Bai Chumu, and cut out his disdain.

"Calm down, both of you." Ling Tongqian was agitated by the quarrel between Bai Chumu and Song Xingyu, and couldn't hold back his voice to stop them.

"You think I'm noisy?" Bai Chumu stared at Ling Tongqian in disbelief.

"No, I was afraid that you would be tired." Ling Tongqian made an excuse that was not bad in his opinion.

"You think I'm noisy." Bai Chumu curled his mouth, pretending to be aggrieved, and lowered his head, as if Ling Tongqian had really bullied him.

"Hey, don't be wronged, can't I be wrong?" Ling Tongqian panicked when he saw Bai Chumu's expression, and quickly reached out to touch his head to comfort him.

Behind Song Xingyu's dressing table is the sofa, and he can just see the situation on the other side of the sofa from the mirror.Seeing the two greasy and crooked brothers on the sofa, he clicked his tongue twice, picked up his phone from the table, turned on the camera, and took a photo in the mirror.

The hair stylist brother thought that Song Xingyu was taking pictures of himself in the mirror, so he didn't pay much attention and continued to help him with his hair.

As soon as Song Xingyu finished taking the photo, he sent the photo to the small group of seven of them.

He just sent a photo without saying anything, and the brothers thought he was showing off his handsome face.

Chen Ziheng: Our little feather is so handsome.

Liu Chengze: Song Xingyu is so handsome.

Song Xingyu: ...You've got the wrong focus.

The brothers re-enlarged the photo and observed it carefully, and finally found the bright spot this time.

"Song Xingyu, are you tired of working?" Bai Chumu also saw the photo, and when he looked up, he started to be angry with Song Xingyu.

When the hairdresser brother heard Bai Chumu's sudden words, he felt very baffled. Why is this kid so crazy?Why did he scold Song Xingyu all of a sudden?

"Come on, hit me." Relying on the presence of his hairstylist brother, Song Xingyu started to act deadly again.

"Wait, I'll see you later." Bai Chumu sold Song Xingyu's face and allowed him to die later because he was still doing his hair.

"Aren't you tired, Xiaobai?" Ling Tongqian squeezed Bai Chumu's leg, and was amused by him. I really don't know where the energy of the little rabbit came from, it was able to bounce around and make noise 24 hours a day.

"A little bit." Bai Chumu admitted that he was indeed a little tired after fighting for so long, so he took advantage of the situation and leaned on Ling Tongqian's broad shoulders, took a rest, and prepared to fight to the death with that son of a bitch, Song Xingyu.

"If you're tired, lean against me and rest for a while, or we won't be refreshed when we go on stage." Ling Tongqian relaxed his sitting posture so that Bai Chumu could lean more comfortably.

Leaning against Bai Chumu, he fell asleep unknowingly. Feeling that he was sleeping, Ling Tongqian did not move, for fear of waking him up.

Song Xingyu: "Tang Tang, give me back my phone."

Tang Tang: "Hey, I just won't give it to you, come and chase me."

"Shh." Ling Tongqian frowned, suggesting Tang Tang and Song Xingyu to keep their voices down.

"Hmm..." Bai Chumu groaned, moved her body unconsciously, and finally lay down on Ling Tongqian's lap and continued to sleep.

Ling Tongqian breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately the little rabbit was not woken up.

Tang Tang and Song Xingyu didn't dare to breathe, they apologized to Ling Tongqian in spoken words, then shut up and went to play elsewhere.

The two youngest brothers have been fighting and fighting all the time, and they haven't stopped from the beginning to the end. The other brothers are either sitting with their eyes closed or playing with their mobile phones, forming a sharp contrast with the younger brothers.

Bai Chumu was still woken up, he got up from Ling Tongqian's legs sleepily, and asked softly, "Why isn't it our turn to be on stage yet?"

"It's almost half an hour." Ling Tongqian glanced at the time.

As soon as Ling Tongqian finished speaking, the staff came in to urge them, "Artists, get ready, if you need to touch up your makeup, if you need to go to the bathroom, go quickly, and go directly to the side of the stage to wait later."

"Okay." The seven people responded obediently.

The makeup artist, hair stylist, and costume stylist heard that they were waiting for the scene, so they quickly grabbed the children to check their styles.

"Hurry up and help Xiaobai touch up her makeup, and Xiaoqian."

"Song Xingyu, try moving your hair again?"

"Xiaoyao, button up your shirt."

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The rest room, which was originally quite quiet, immediately became noisy due to the busy work of the modeling teachers. After making full preparations at the last minute, Sister Jia took the children to the waiting room.

Because the teenagers chose full-on microphones for their program, they didn't need to wear headsets. Each of them held a microphone in their hands and listened attentively to the staff telling them the details of the stage.

Staff: "Are you all on the mic, right? There will be an inscription device in front of the stage later, if you forget the words, you can take a look."

Song Xingyu: "Don't worry, teacher, if I forget my words later, I'll eat the microphone."

Bai Chumu: "If I forget the words, I'll eat the teleprompter."

"Yes, but it's not necessary. Microphones and teleprompters are also very expensive, okay?" The staff laughed at their words, and the tense atmosphere instantly became much more relaxed.

"It's okay, teacher. If they really dare to eat, we will lose money." Chen Ziheng looked at the two younger brothers who liked to set flags, and smiled dotingly.

"Next, let us give us warm applause to welcome the wonderful performance of the ML group!" On the stage, the host is already cueing the next show.

"Go children, come on!" The staff cheered the teenagers with fists.

"Come on, come on!" The teenagers each stretched out one hand, put it on one by one, and then threw it up, cheering each other up and lining up on the stage.

The seven teenagers in red suits stood on the large and gorgeous stage of Nuo, facing tens of thousands of audiences, without any stage fright. They sang and danced on the stage.

They shine on the stage, they are no longer stars, but the moon that is more dazzling than the stars, just like their group name, Moonlight—moonlight, from newcomers to seniors in other people's mouth, they have already radiated It shines like moonlight.