After saving Meiqiang, I became popular all over the world

After the shocking silence, there was a lot of discussion in the venue, and there was an uproar.

There are not many seats left, only the last row to the left has three vacancies, and the people next to the vacant seats have stood up and waved to them enthusiastically.

Qiao Zhihuan and the three of them entered their seats amidst the chaotic discussions.

After sitting down, the people around him stretched out their hands to him: "Huayang Entertainment, 1000 billion, first earn [-] billion [-] billion." After speaking, he also gave a wink.

Baiyi is a very popular idol face nowadays, with a childlike face, double drooping dog eyes, and a smile on his face all the time.

Qiao Zhihuan shook hands with him, and passed him and waved to Ye Cike who was next to Qianyi, who nodded in greeting.

"Ms. Ye actually greeted you." Qianyi asked with a smile, "You guys know each other."

"Not counting..."

Ye Cike interrupted: "The reception is so messed up, no one knows him."

Qianyi couldn't help laughing, this expression suddenly coincided with a scene in Qiao Zhihuan's memory: "It's you!"

True Chaos Evil Rhythm Master!

On the night of going to the island, he and Wei Lingsu were forced to drink late wine, and it was this person who, for some unknown reason, helped them out with some nonsense.

Qiao Zhihuan: "Thank you last night."

He made a gesture of drinking, and he understood in a hundred billion seconds: "It's easy to say. However, thanks are priceless, and props have a price. Do you want to know about the super long standby package for the first stage?"

As he said that, the man pulled out a mini set like a conjurer, which contained everything from makeup touch-ups, a single bottle of drinking water, and energy bars, "Just 518."

"518!"

"……EUR."

Little Fang withdrew his hand: "Profitable merchant! Why don't you understand the Price Bureau!"

The profiteer took out a card from another place: "I also have a complaint package here. The Bureau of Price Bureau, Program Group, Radio, Film and Television Bureau have everything you need, and you can choose."

Little Fang was stunned by this operation: "Can you sell everything in your eyes?!"

The profiteer smiled: "I have no other advantages, but I am willing to work hard. I only love money and have no shame."

After speaking, he blew a kiss to Little Fang, who vomited exaggeratedly.

Seeing that the profiteer still wants to get all kinds of cheat packages from him, Qiao Zhihuan decisively interrupted: "Is there any anti-disturb package?"

The profiteer blinked his left eye at him and counted: "Eighty a day."

Qiao Zhihuan: "Deal."

"Silence, silence."

A staff member came to the stage: "The recording will start soon, and the use of mobile phones is not allowed during the recording process. We will have staff to collect them later."

"This time, there are also audiences ordering the live broadcast. Please sit upright and don't talk nonsense. The No. 4 teleprompter will display every word you say in real time." This person took on the posture of the dean and looked around , "It's easy to catch a typical example."

After the mobile phone was put away, several monitor screens lit up, all the instruments were in place, and the recording officially started.

Lu Wenya, a queen-level character, came out of the darkness and stopped in the center of the stage: "Hi everyone, I am Lu Wenya, the representative of the Star Pickers. This summer, I will work with all the Star Pickers to discover your own stars."

She began to introduce the competition system of "Made of Stars".

"Made in the Stars" combines live and recorded broadcasting, in addition to the conventional performance competition system, it also introduces a "mysterious identity card" system.

Everyone will draw an identity card when they enter the arena. Some students will have special identity skills on their cards. For example, JOKER can directly exchange ranks with others, K has a chance to catch people, 2 can have a good meal, etc. Cards Skills can be activated at any time during the competition.

"Identity cards can only be used once, and some skills will become more precious as you go to the later stages." Lu Wenya reminded, "So, think about the timing of your use."

"Start the initial stage rating evaluation now."

It was dark all of a sudden.

An animation popped up on the big screen: "The first stage adopts a two-team PK system. The team that fails the PK automatically enters Class F, and the winning team is divided into classes according to the number of judges' lights."

"The team with four lights enters Class A, the group with three lights enters Class B, and so on."

Little Fang checked the judges' seats back and forth several times: "Aren't there five judges here? Why are there only four lamps at most? I'm afraid this math was not taught by the physical education teacher."

"Want to know?" The profiteer poked his head and quietly gestured to him for money.

Little Fang rolled his eyes: "The fight against profiteers starts with me."

Not long after the recording started, Little Fang had a sudden realization: "I know why there are only four lights."

There are a total of five judges, the queen Lu Wenya, the actor Yan Liang, the vice president of Rêver Entertainment, the golden producer Ba Yuan, and the old artist He Qichun sitting in the middle of the jury table.

From the first group to the present, He Qichun didn't even turn on the lights, and he didn't even raise his head.

"He sure doesn't like it," said Little Fang. "That's why his lamp isn't counted at all."

It takes three or four days for the actual recording to be completed in a few hours.

The sequence of the initial stage was obviously carefully designed, and the first few groups were all "warming up", which is the so-called "sacrificing to heaven group".

Sure enough, after a group of unprofessional performances, actor Yan Liang who was sitting on the judging panel did not give a comment for a long time. He flipped through the materials in his hand, deliberately made a good-looking angle, and asked in a deep voice: "The talent show, We're serious, are you?"

The members on the stage were a little overwhelmed, they didn't even know that they had been chosen as the victims of the scene of "the actor smashing the water bottle".

Actor Yan: "I ask you, what does the stage mean?"

"Yes...show yourself..."

"Bring joy..."

"Love..."

"It's a dream..."

The atmosphere in the arena was obviously not right, and the voices of several members were getting lower and lower.

"Love. Dream." Actor Yan shook his head coldly, interlaced his fingers, and began to act fanatically.

"The stage is to observe one's soul attentively, to drag people out of the vain life, and to strip out the most primitive soul impulse - as Dina Bao said, 'I dance because I am sad', You have to have emotions first..."

Film Emperor Yan was still talking, but suddenly there was a slight noise from Qiao Zhihuan's side.

Leng Bai's hands were tightly curled up, the knuckles were obviously protruding, and Ye Cike clenched his fists, obviously trying his best to endure.

...It is true.

How can a severe obsessive-compulsive disorder who wants to cut the medicine board precisely, endure this fallacy.

Qiao Zhihuan quietly raised her hand——

Next to the monitor, Chief Director Lei Gan noticed a change in the screen somewhere: "Cut, camera No. 12!"

On the big screen, Yan Lianggang held up the mineral water in front of him: "No emotions, no—!"

Suddenly everything on the screen.

The person on the screen is in a cold white shirt, without a windbreaker, and the paper fan in his hand is passing by the people around him, touching Ye Cike's wrist, with a smile on his eyes and brows.

The people around him bumped into him, and Qiao Zhihuan noticed that not only the camera, but the whole audience were staring at him, he immediately put away his smile and sat down with his head slightly lowered.

The venue froze for a very short moment, even Yan Liang's anger was cut off for a moment, the mineral water in his hand was still held in the air, and he didn't throw it out in a daze.

Fortunately, most people were still staring at the big screen, and no one noticed his failed mineral water bottle.

He put the mineral water bottle back in embarrassment, glanced at the name sticker on the student, and pretended to ask naturally, "This... Qiao Zhihuan."

Qiao Zhihuan could only look up.

The good script process was interrupted, and Yan Liang was slightly angry: "Do you have something to say?"

The students on the stage were silent, and the students around them dared not breathe. In the field of hundreds of people, needles could be heard, and only the cold sound of the machine running was left.

Others were afraid of his title of "Actor", but Qiao Zhihuan was not afraid.

He glanced at the right side and responded generously, "Teacher, it's Pina Bausch."

Yan Liang frowned in doubt: "What?"

Some people in the audience began to hold back their laughter, and Qiao Zhihuan repeated: "Pina Bausch, Pina Bausch."

This time, even the students who had been trained miserably on the stage didn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Yan Liang's expression froze for a moment, and soon changed into a smiling face: "The translation is different, it's not a slip of the tongue. But thank you Xiao Qiao for reminding."

His smile deepened: "Since we're talking about you, let's play next. Your opponent..."

Yan Liang turned to the last page, facing the name of "Huayang Entertainment Tan Fen" on the script, he paused word by word: "Personal trainee, Ye Cike."

As soon as the name came out, there was an instant silence in the arena.

"Ye Cike!" Little Fang hissed and lowered his voice, "This is to kill you!"

The two opponents must have an F class. Obviously, this person will not be the dancing genius Ye Cike.

Qiao Zhihuan was a little surprised.

The staff confirmed with him before the recording that his first stage was scheduled for the fourth day. Why did he suddenly bring it up so early? His opponent was still Ye Cike.

But he changed his mind, if he was asked to take the initiative to choose his opponent, student No. [-], he would only choose Ye Cike.

"What?" Yan Liang laughed jokingly, "Not ready?"

Qiao Zhihuan stood up calmly: "Ms. Ye please first."

Ye Cike's three words are enough, he didn't even introduce himself, and went straight to the point.

The whole venue went dark for a moment, accompanied by the desolate and majestic music, the projections of tree shadows, stars and moon, and the earth flew across the stage quickly, and Qiao Zhihuan felt an inexplicable shock in his heart.

A most original thriller from nature and time.

During the performance, there were no lights other than shaky projections.The whole stage was like a shattered and fallen grassland night, and Ye Cike danced in the darkness.

There seemed to be something screaming and struggling in the darkness, but it was bound by the wandering and broken projections. The sharp pain trembled on the audience's skin, biting everyone's soul.

At the last moment, the bottom lamp nearby suddenly exploded, and the bright explosion light lit up his figure for a moment.

He was frozen at the moment of destruction, like a dazzling and coquettish flower before death.

After the endless darkness, a gleam of light climbed up the corpse-like body like flowing water.

Ye Cike knelt in the center of the stage.

His life was like smoke, and his body was covered with moss.

The music gradually died down.

The last scene was too shocking and suffocating. The whole audience was soaked in despair and weird strong emotions, unable to get out for a long time.Until the lights gradually turned on, everyone was still looking at the stage dumbly, as if they had just experienced an empty dream.

"Wonderful!!"

At the judges' table, Lu Wenya took the lead in standing up and applauding, and the whole audience came to their senses. The enthusiastic applause almost toppled the ceiling.

Wei Lingsu stood on the seat, the shock just now hadn't completely faded away, and his back felt numb.

This is no longer a competition at the technical level.On the stage just now, the dance technique and formal aesthetics were all stripped away by Ye Cike. His body is just a tool, and it is God who speaks through his soul.

...The opponent is too strong, Huanhuan may really go to Class F.

He was worrying when the corner of his clothes was pulled slightly by someone.

Qiao Zhihuan touched it at some point, hid in the cheering crowd, and asked softly, "Can I change the song?"

Wei Ling couldn't believe it: "We're going to be on stage in a few minutes, changing the song now?!"