It turns out that I am not a cannon fodder

The man's voice broke the almost frozen atmosphere in the room, and the three of them looked at the source of the sound at the same time.

He turned his head casually, squinted his eyes, and carefully sized up the person coming.

The man is wearing a well-tailored blue and black striped suit, with a dark blue shirt inside, and a wine red tie, which is exquisitely matched. There is also a golden tie clip on the tie, which is placed neatly inside the suit, and the suit is also rigorous. Buttoned up, looking meticulous.

The trousers on the lower body are ankle-length, and ironed folds can still be seen. They are straight and straight, making the legs straight and slender. They are paired with a pair of black lace-up leather shoes, which are both elite and abstinent.

Feel free to be amazed, this person probably has some obsessive-compulsive disorder...

He raised his eyebrows casually, and finally focused his eyes on his face.The man's facial features are not exquisite, but they are pleasing to the eye, and when they are combined together, they become an ordinary but Zhou Zheng's appearance, with only occasional flashes of sharpness, revealing a shrewdness.

He combed back his hair, wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and looked at the farce in front of him expressionlessly, making the frozen atmosphere that was about to break even more solidified.

"You haven't answered me yet, what are you doing?" The man frowned slightly, looking at the casual look of interest, and then at the panic-stricken manager and his nephew, his tone stern.

"Boss... Director, you... why are you here..." Sister Li was a little at a loss, and asked stammeringly, seeing the director's frown deepened, Sister Li curled her lips in embarrassment.

To say that what he is most afraid of in the company is not the boss, not the manager, but the director. He rarely talks nonsense, and he doesn't like other people talking nonsense, and he doesn't like subordinates making excuses and reasons.

If a subordinate does something wrong, he will not scold him, but will just look at you blankly, making you feel flustered and short of breath, trembling with each other, and sweating profusely.

"Yes...it's such a director," Sister Li tried hard to make her voice sound normal, "I...my artist and I had a little disagreement, it's not a big deal, it will be resolved soon, director Did you come to see me for something?"

"..." The director looked at the messy documents and pens on the floor, then at Li Ziyan, whose face was swollen and swollen, and finally looked thoughtfully. Casually, the sharpness in his eyes flashed away, "Let's go to meeting room No. 5 to gather, within [-] minutes, I want to see you there on time."

The director looked at his watch, then glanced at the door, where a crowd of onlookers gathered, turned and left.

"Next, we invite Qiyi Love Culture Media—"

The announcer's voice came from the big screen, and Shuran slowly opened his eyes. Everyone else stood up, walked back and forth, moving their stiff bodies, and Shuran also stood up, doing chest expansion exercises along the way.

That day, after the director called them to meeting room No. [-], members of the other two groups of the company and other members of their own group appeared with them. The director announced the members who would participate in "Bright Stars" , a total of six people, including him and Li Ziyan.

Random wanted to say directly that he didn't want to participate, but seeing the director's expressionless and cold face, he flinched inexplicably, and when he came back to his senses, he and four other people were already practicing in the practice room on the stage of "Star Path". Songs and dances away.

But Li Ziyan was called away by Sister Li, and he didn't know what Li Sister and Li Ziyan said. When Li Ziyan saw him again, he didn't make trouble anymore, but treated him as nothing, but every time he met , the other party will always send him a cold snort, and casually will return the other party with a sneer.

Six people lined up and walked to the stage, listening to the interim captain shout rhythm: "1-2-3-" and then shouted their own slogan according to the pre-rehearsed: "We are SIXGODBOYS——" inexplicably revealing a foolish.

Feeling relieved, he began to look around the entire studio, but he didn't dare to look around. He just widened his eyes and scanned around.

It can be seen that the program crew not only put their heart into it, the stage is not just covered with a red carpet, but a professional stage is chosen, and the layout is also very careful.

Although I just glanced casually at random, I can see the full sense of dream-making. The stacking of various geometric figures does not appear messy, but full of a sense of technology, which makes people's eyes shine.

The mentor seats and audience seats, oh...the trainee seats are facing the stage, the instructor seats are still empty, but 80.00% of the student seats are filled, only the top two rows and the most conspicuous No. 1 seat are obvious is empty.

The six people walked off the stage one by one, and they walked casually at the end, so they didn't notice the eyes of the five people in front of them for a moment.

So he stood at the top of the stairs a little helplessly, looking at the few teammates who had already sat down, they might be gloating, they might be indifferent, or they might be avoiding casual glances, and the malice in Li Ziyan's eyes was about to overflow.

Looking at the topmost position casually, I also felt that other people seemed to be sizing up, curious, watching, admiring, watching a good show, envious and jealous.

Instead, he calmed down, hooked the corners of his mouth, and sat down in the top seat No. 1 in a very relaxed manner. He narrowed his eyes beautifully, with one point of joy, two points of shyness, and three points of curiosity.

The top deserves to be the top. No wonder Mr. Du said, "It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains are small at a glance." Although there is no such pride as Mount Tai here, it is still possible to see the entire studio, which is not bad...

Random didn’t think he had the ability to sit in the first place. He looks good and his singing is OK, but his dancing is really a black hole. This is considered a blemish in boy groups, so Random wanted to stay in a humble corner. But they blocked his way to the inconspicuous, insisting on forcing him to sit in the first place, wanting to see him at a loss, wanting to see him make a fool of himself, but he just didn't want to do what they wanted!

Although he was overwhelmed with shame, he held back. He thought he was very calm...

In the eyes of others, the shyness and smile he showed when the most handsome boy among all the trainees sat in the No. 1 position was simply a killer in the world!

Under the light of death, his skin was still as creamy, with rouge in the white, and a trace of nervous panic and confusion remained on his face. Those charming peach eyes, high nose bridge, and red lips and white teeth smile should be jealous Yes, but it fascinated them for a moment.

Depend on!What a shame, isn't everyone looking at him!Why do you watch him all the time? Isn't the beautiful stage delicious?

Sitting there casually and stiffly, like an immobile statue, he subconsciously bit his lip with his two iconic rabbit front teeth, his eyes wandering around.

Ah... This program is sponsored by Nai Niu Niu Dairy... The logo of this program is really big... It turns out that Can Can is written like this, and there are quite a lot of Can's strokes... It's so embarrassing... Don't just look at him... ...brother...he wants to go home...there's a group of weirdos staring at him...

"The following are the founders and mentors of the Star Path—"

The sound of the announcement sounded again, and the lights dimmed. He breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that he was sweating all over.

The stage lights focused on the center of the stage, a boy in casual sportswear and a headband, sitting there quietly with a microphone...