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Qiao Zhihuan nervously looked at the person in front of him.

The black-clothed staff member walked up and down in front of them with a sullen face. He was a professional teacher invited by the program group to monitor the stage progress of each group.

It is now the fourth day after the public election, and the rest of the teams have already practiced for four days, but Qiao Zhihuan's team only changed the tune on the second day and choreographed the dance steps in the afternoon, so the practice time was reduced by half compared to other teams.

I really don't know how the dance teacher will evaluate it, everyone's heart is in their throats.

The dance teacher stopped.

His stern face smiled for a moment: "It's great! The degree of completion is good!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Little Fang yelled that he had only practiced for two days, and thought he would be criticized.

The dance teacher was a little surprised: "You only practiced for two days?"

This group seems to be completed in at least five or six days. The most commendable thing is that other groups will always have one or two dances, but everyone in this group is progressing at the same level, and there is no delay.

"That's right!" Little Fang proudly said, "We have Huanhuan!"

They all learn dance, and the dance teacher can naturally see the gap between Qiao Zhihuan and the rest, and nodded approvingly: "Your group has found a treasure."

"However, I have a question." The dance teacher asked Qiao Zhihuan, "Why are your dance steps different from others?"

The other team members were uniform, with a high degree of completion, and they performed a cool and powerful choreography style. However, during the whole process, Qiao Zhihuan kept wandering outside the court, walking in an elegant way. At first glance, it did not look like The same piece of music has a very severe sense of fragmentation.

He really couldn't understand this arrangement.

Qiao Zhi smiled happily, with a dimple on her left side: "This is our team's secret."

Little Fang groaned: "Big killer!"

Seeing that the dance teacher was confused, Wei Lingsu smiled and said, "It's normal, the teacher will know when the time comes when he watches the live broadcast."

After lunch, everyone went to the recording studio. One was to let the vocal teacher listen to the progress of the vocal music, and the other was to record the music in advance.

The profiteer did not set a high level of difficulty in the singing style, the recording process was smooth, and soon the last person, Qiao Zhihuan, was recorded.

"No, it's still too tight." Ba Yuan started the intercom, and his voice immediately filled the recording studio, "Listen yourself."

Ba Yuan, who is in charge of recording and monitoring, is one of the instructors of the program group. He was a composer and arranger, and he has more than a dozen singers in his hands. He is a well-known gold medal producer in the industry.

Ba Yuan pushed the button, and the line he sang just now came from Qiao Zhihuan's monitor earphones. He frowned unconsciously when he heard the beginning of the C5 treble.

"Look, you've noticed it yourself." Ba Yuan chuckled, "Good music, especially the treble, makes people shock and excite, rather than making people feel painful. How well do you sing, how much emotion do you put in, listeners It's all audible."

He put away his smile: "One more time."

Qiao Zhihuan and Ba Yuan soaked in the recording studio for several hours before recording a passable high note.

When leaving the recording studio, Qiao Zhihuan said goodbye to Ba Yuan politely: "Thank you for your hard work today, teacher."

Ba Yuan was improving the rough mixing effect. Hearing this sentence, he looked up at Qiao Zhihuan: "Qiao Zhihuan. You can repeat the recording, but on the stage, there are only 0 or 100. The moment you stand on it, you will win and lose. There is no chance of trial and error."

Qiao Zhihuan understood his subtext, and the colorful pad singing in the last verse was indeed far beyond his ability, even the recording was stumbling, let alone the scene.

This cadenza, if it is completed, will cause a sensation in the audience.

If you lose, you lose everything.

The expectations and future of the whole team now rest on him alone.

Qiao Zhihuan nodded: "I am willing to do my best to challenge."

It was almost eight o'clock when Qiao Zhihuan returned to the practice room. He didn't care about eating and his own practice, so he gave priority to picking moves for everyone while everyone was there.

When jumping to a certain passage, Little Fang suddenly sniffed, and Qiao Zhihuan's face immediately darkened: "Bairan, do you sniff like that on stage?"

Little Fang whispered, "I seem to smell..."

"No matter what you smell." Qiao Zhihuan said sternly, "When you are on stage, you are a flowing work of art. No matter whether you are being photographed or not, no matter what happens, you cannot express your emotions first." Bai Ran Shrunken mouth: "Okay."

Qiao Zhihuan clapped her hands and ordered: "Start again from the beginning."

At this moment, the door of the practice room opened with a bang, and the rich aroma of roast chicken instantly filled the whole room. Sister Pai laughed and shouted: "Who wants to eat chicken!"

"Roast chicken!!" Little Fang jumped up happily, "I really smelled it right!"

It turned out that Sister Pai and the program team applied to invite all the members of the former LiveHouse band to come and see Yigong. They went to the island today and specially packed fifty roast chickens at the port as a meeting gift.

When Little Fang saw the battle, he was so happy that he grabbed a chicken leg and sat on the ground to chew it.

The rest of the students in the practice room were so envious that they lay on the window glass and swallowed.

Qiao Zhihuan was amused by their greedy appearance, so he simply opened the door of the practice room, and shouted in a low voice: "There is roast chicken in room 202."

The entire recording base was eerily quiet for a second, and then erupted suddenly.

This group of students had eaten grass for more than a month, and their mouths were already so tasteless. Hearing the word roast chicken, it was like the day of the liberation of the college entrance examination. They all rushed out of the practice room and ran into Qiao Zhihuan's team cheering. practice room.

Five minutes later, the practice room was bustling with people standing there, each with a roast chicken, and the smell of the meat in the room was overflowing, and everyone was feasting.

"Huan... Huanhuan." One of the students held up a chicken rack, mouth full of oil, "It's great to have you! There's chicken to eat!"

"This haunted house is worth winning!"

Another student found that Qiao Zhihuan hadn't eaten, so he handed over a chicken leg directly: "Huanhuan eat?"

The people around thought that Qiao Zhihuan was very particular, and they were unwilling to do it. They took off their plastic gloves and used a knife and fork to cut the chicken into pieces that fit the size of their mouths and handed them to Qiao Zhihuan.

"No, no, no need." Qiao Zhihuan repeatedly refused, "It's not that I don't want to eat it, it's that I can't eat it."

It's been less than two days since the first male, and now is the most critical period to protect his throat. The roast chicken is too greasy, and he dare not touch the chili powder dipped on the surface of the roast chicken, for fear of affecting his performance on the spot.

A student smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? You are not a vocalist, so you should avoid greasy and spicy food!"

Little Fang bit the chicken leg and passed by: "Huh? Huanhuan is Vocal this time?"

The surroundings were silent for several seconds, and then said in unison: "What?!!"

In the office of the recording base, Peng Qiang, vice president of Big Orange Entertainment, was frowning and looking at the practice room 202 who was eating roast chicken on the screen: "Who approved it?"

The secretary said it was the party director.

"It's her again!" Peng Qiang slammed the table, and suddenly asked, "Besides her, who else in the group is close to Qiao Zhihuan?"

The secretary kept smiling: "Qiao Zhi responded with joy, why don't you ask who has a bad relationship with him."

Peng Qiang was about to get angry, when the doorbell ding-dong, the waiter pushed the dining car in, lifted the cover of the dining room in front of Peng Qiang, bowed and said, "Vice President Peng, your lunch is Indian roasted spring chicken."

It's roast chicken again!

Peng Qiang held back his anger even more, and said gloomyly, "Slap your mouth."

The waiter looked at Peng Qiang in astonishment, but the other party didn't explain a word, just nestled in the chair, lowered his head and blew out a smoke ring.There were five or six bodyguards and secretary standing in the room, and no one dared to say anything for a moment.

Peng Qiang suppressed the fire: "Hurry up. Don't force me to find someone to teach you."

The secretary was afraid that the waiter would cause more anger, so he hurriedly gave him a wink. The waiter looked around and raised his hand tremblingly.

"Mr. Peng! Why are you so angry?"

A person walked in from the door with a smile, and the waiter hurriedly stepped aside as if seeing a savior.

He looks 36 and seven, wearing a traditional cardigan, giving the impression of being all-round and exquisite at first glance.

This person is Duan Daqing, the vice-chairman of the People's Arts Association. Two years ago, he directly parachuted into the position of vice-chairman of the People's Arts Association by walking around at home.

He has no background in art at all, and he doesn't know anything about dance drama, ballet, or modern dance.Helpless, he has a wide network of connections, and coupled with background influence, even Mr. He Qichun, the chairman of the Art Association, has to sell him a little bit of face.

Moreover, the old Mr. He Qichun had to come to "Made in the Stars" as a mentor to save face for the talent show, and this vice president Duan was somewhat involved.

As soon as Vice President Duan came in, he sat on Peng Qiang's big desk: "Let me tell you something happy. You asked me to find a good-looking obedient boy who dances classical dances before. I have found it. I am It has been brought, if you are satisfied, the contract will be transferred today."

Vice President Duan snapped his fingers, and a boy of mixed race opened the door and walked in.

He only walked two or three steps away, and everyone's eyes seemed to be glued to him.

This person is so beautiful, with blond hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and slender and powerful muscles, like a walking Greek sculpture.

"Arthur, just turned 3, Ukrainian, from a poor family, has a younger sister, who started to learn ballet at the age of [-]... It shouldn't be a problem to surpass the person you mentioned, right?"

A smile finally appeared on Peng Qiang's face.

"Oh, I forgot. When I came in, I seemed to interrupt some performance."

Vice President Duan suddenly turned to the waiter, the smile on his face disappeared suddenly, "You continue."

At three o'clock in the morning, Ye Cike finally communicated with the program team about the stage design, adjusted the lighting, and returned to the practice room.

Ye Cike has been busy with stage design for the past few days, and it is rare for him to take the time to come here. He thought that at this time, the inside must be empty, but he didn't expect that when he opened the door, Tan Fen was still practicing.

At the second glance, he saw Qiao Zhihuan who was resting in the corner facing the wall.

How about sleeping on the practice room floor?

Just as Ye Cike was about to walk over, Tan Fen said in a suppressed voice, "Just fell asleep. Don't call him."

Qiao Zhihuan spent all her time during the day on normal training and helping her teammates figure out their movements, and her spare time was spent on vocal and qi training. After twelve o'clock, she had time to perfect her dancing posture in front of the mirror.

At three o'clock in the morning, he couldn't hold on anymore, so he lay down by the wall and took a nap.

Tan Fen gave him an expression of admiration that was almost frightened: "Really, I've worked so hard."

Among the people Ye Cike knew, his elder brother Tan Fen worked the hardest. He had never seen anyone who could admire Tan Fen so much.

However, no matter how hard you work, you must also ensure rest. Sleeping on the practice room floor is nothing.

Ye Cike patted Qiao Zhihuan on the shoulder. Qiao Zhihuan was a light sleeper, and woke up immediately with a soft sound.

Qiao Zhihuan turned her head, her beautiful eyes looked at him with mist in her eyes, and said hazily, "Ms. Ye."

Ye Cike persuaded softly: "Get up, go back to the dormitory and sleep."

Xu was still sleepy, Qiao Zhihuan hummed lightly, then carried him on her back, pillowed her elbow, and fell asleep again.

Ye Cike sighed softly.

He stood up with Qiao Zhihuan in his arms, took his arm and put it on his shoulder, and carried Qiao Zhihuan on his back.

In the haze, Qiao Zhihuan seemed to be still conscious, as if she whispered something, Ye Cike responded softly.

Tan Fen took a second look, but didn't say a word on his face.

Before going out, Ye Cike said goodbye to Tan Fen: "I'll carry him back, so that he can sleep more on the way. Senior brother, you should also go to bed earlier."

Qiao Zhihuan woke up when her feet hit the ground.

The room is not lit, but the floor-to-ceiling windows are open, and the sea breeze is blowing.After adapting to the darkness, the Mediterranean-style blue and white decoration gradually emerged. This is Ye Cike's Cave, not the ten-person room where he lives.

Ye Cike took the initiative to explain: "Your dormitory should be rested. I was afraid that you would wake up your roommate, so I brought you here."

Qiao Zhihuan stood beside him, half of his cheeks were illuminated by the cold white moonlight, making them look extraordinarily smooth.He was sleepy, his eyes seemed to be drunk, anyone who looked at each other immediately surrendered.

Qiao Zhihuan smiled lightly: "If I were you, I would tell the truth."