It turns out that I am not a cannon fodder

The casual answer made the scene silent for a moment, and then everyone laughed.

"...I can't refute..." Ling Yinjie said when the scene became quiet again, "But you have to know that the entertainment industry is very cruel. You can achieve temporary success by relying on appearance alone, but you cannot achieve lifetime success." , " Ling Yinjie's expression became serious in an instant, and he looked at him blankly, "You really opened my eyes, I can't remember your movements, and you even peek at your teammates. The most weird thing is that you actually counted the time? Huh? I make music , I have been dancing for so many years, and this is the first time I have met someone counting time on stage."

Ling Yinjie smiled exaggeratedly, and blushed when he said it casually. He also knew that the time was wrong, but he couldn't remember all the movements without counting the time.

"You're not just counting the beat, you're singing out of tune, do you know that?" Xiang Lai also picked up the microphone, and told him with a serious expression that he has high requirements for music and strict requirements for pitch and beat, so Even though he was useless, he followed his will with a very stern tone, but it still increased the pressure on him.

He inadvertently glanced at the person next to him, and saw the triumphant expression on the other person's face as a matter of course, bit his lip casually, clenched his teeth tightly, tried hard to suppress the grievance that turned up, and bowed very humbly: "sorry!"

"I'd like to give you a suggestion. If something happens on stage, don't think about it. If you want to quickly move on to the next part, because the past is the past. If you care too much, it will affect your next performance." He speaks a lot of kindness, and what he says is also very pertinent.

"Thank you teacher." He casually bowed again, and the grievance in his heart disappeared a little.

"I still have a question." Ling Yinjie suddenly picked up the microphone, with a meaningful expression on his face, "How dare you become the C position?"

He was stunned at random, his brain went blank for a moment, and it took him a while to pick up the microphone. He didn't say anything and couldn't say anything about the intrigue with his companions, so with his red nose, his voice was choked up, but he still said as humorously as possible: "Probably because there will be no chance to sit in the future, so I can only enjoy myself now."

"...Pfft——" Ling Yinjie couldn't hold back, and suddenly burst out laughing, "You are really interesting, and your answers are always unexpected, and you make me feel reasonable, and I can't refute it, which is impressive."

"..." Should he say thank you teacher?The casual expression was a bit indescribable.

Next to him, Li Ziyan, who was originally complacent, turned dark. Unexpectedly, he was blessed by misfortune. In the entertainment circle, he is not afraid of being scolded, not afraid of not having works, and not afraid of controversy. There is no memory point.

Fortunately, Ling Yinjie didn't expect a random answer, but handed the microphone to Gu Sichuan. Gu Sichuan shook the microphone and opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything in the end. Everything he saw now was just his own. Guessing, but being unable to be sure, Gu Sichuan handed the microphone to Jesse, who was beside him, who was always in a nympho.

"I have to say, your face really gives you a lot of points with me," Jesse said bluntly.

He casually wiped away the non-existent sweat, clasped his hands together, and bowed again and again: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, I'm just ordinary and good-looking, please don't kill me."

"You've wronged me, everyone said it's nice to be casual!"

"Yes—" very uniform.

Jesse actually mobilized everyone, and everyone followed suit, yelling yes, the face was as red as a monkey's butt, and they were so anxious that they couldn't speak.

"Look," the tense atmosphere was gone forever, Jesse turned his head and looked casually, his face became serious, but still with a kind smile, "I won't say much about the comments, they all It’s almost the same, but what, I want to hear you sing, just sing a few lines, and sing what you are good at.”

Jesse looked at the boy in front of her sincerely. She actually liked this boy. Not bad, but what does it matter?Appearance is justice, she is still willing to give him one more chance.

"Thank you teacher," he exhaled casually, and the color on his face gradually faded.

"Do you need props?" Jesse raised an eyebrow.

"Is it possible?" He asked casually, but his eyes drifted to the director team, "Is there a guzheng or guqin?"

Not far away, the director team was very rude, and asked someone to hold up a big whiteboard with two words written on it: "No!"

"... Is there a dulcimer? Or a pipa, Ruan?" Random asked again.

The big whiteboard of the director's team was still held up, with the same two words, "No!" After a while, the big whiteboard was removed, and after a while, it was erected again, with the words on it: "What you want is too weird!"

"..." There was still some slight doubt in the casual and speechless heart, but he quickly ignored it, "Is there any fan? Folding fan!"

Big whiteboard: "This one is there, just wait for a while!"

The others retreated to the side, only standing in the center of the stage casually, and casually opened the white folding fan with the words "Don't get angry" written on it, and the aerial photography above gave a close-up of the folding fan, and kindly projected it on the side On the big screen, not only the trainees snickered, but even the instructors laughed uncontrollably.

"Do you need an accompaniment?" Jesse managed to stop his smile, picked up the microphone and asked.

"I don't need it..." He was afraid that there would be another joke.

"Then let's get started."

"..." Randomly started a kunqu opera, opened the folding fan, half covered the face, winked like silk, as if singing a big show, moved lightly, and sang, "I am used to blending joy, anger, sorrow and joy into pink and ink, So what if the cliché is worn through, the bones and ashes are all mine...

In troubled times, Duckweed endured watching the flames of war dye the mountains and rivers, and dared not forget to worry about the country in a low position, even if no one came to make peace—”

Swipe—open the folding fan, move lightly at will, and play around with a variety of charms. The folding fan slowly slides across the face from the top of the head, and freezes on the side of the face. magnificent.

"The people in the audience walked by without seeing the old colors, and the people on the stage sang a heartbroken farewell song—" The movements changed rhythmically with the tune, and the raising of hands and feet was full of style.

When the singing started, there was an uproar at the scene. It seemed that no one thought that Random could sing a female voice in a true and false voice, and it was a singing style that had never been seen before. It was somewhat like an opera, but not exactly like it.

"Love is hard to be lonely, he sings with blood, the curtain rises, the curtain falls, who is the guest—"