Self-cultivation of professional idols

Record background.

Fang Mu was visibly disturbed, and kept dangling in front of Guanlan and Wen Le.

The tenth time Fang Mu walked past Guanlan, he was finally willing to raise his eyes and said, "Nervous?"

Fang Mu immediately leaned in front of Guanlan and nodded.

"Then let's schedule the show again." Guanlan said blankly.

"Ah... Actually, I'm not that nervous anymore."

Guanlan nodded: "That's good."

"Where shall we sit later?"

Guanlan felt that Fang Mu's mouth couldn't rest for a moment, so he asked, "Where do you want to sit?"

Fang Mu stared at the big chair on the top with bright eyes.

It may be because of the curse of seat selection in previous sessions, when the upper circle was full early, no one dared to touch the top seat.

Before Guanlan could answer, Wen Le sneered: "Just you? A good-for-nothing young master who might get an F in the initial rating?"

Fang Mu was a little annoyed: "I don't think it's a problem for me to get a D."

The voice of this sentence was a bit loud, causing the two Korean players who were also on the waiting field to glance at him, and then they got together and said something.

Fang Mu asked, "Brother Guanlan, what are they talking about?"

Guanlan: "Say you are useless."

Just as Fang Mu was about to explode, the three of them were notified by the staff that they were going to choose their seats.

Three icons were displayed on the big screen in the arena, which were the companies of Guanlan, Fang Mu, and Wen Le.

As soon as he entered the venue, Guanlan heard "airport brother" in three different languages.

Tianhe did a good job in marketing that time.Mission Hills thought.

Fang Mu and Wen Le also aroused the exclamation of the trainees present.

"The one on the left is a well-known fashion blogger on Weibo, right?"

"My God, isn't the little boy on the right the son of Fang Fuhao?"

"Why did he come to participate?"

"Can he dance?"

After greeting the trainees hastily, the three casually found a corner seat in the middle and lower row and sat down.

As soon as he sat down firmly, the icon flashed on the big screen, causing some exclamations to resound in the arena.

——KOE

One of the top five companies in South Korea.

Three people entered the arena under the scorching eyes of everyone. The leader is Quan Hejun, who looks very in line with the aesthetics of Koreans. Needless to say, the top five is a powerful player for c.

The other two people just looked at each other with the same expression, and there was no need to discuss it.

Some players started whispering:

"Will there be a seat?"

"Definitely."

As expected, Quan Hejun went straight to the top one, while the other two chose eleven and twelve respectively.

The trainees on the field applauded for their courage.

The latest icons displayed on the big screen made the trainees take another breath of air.

——Fengrui Entertainment

Fengrui can be regarded as a well-known mainland company in South Korea. Whether it is in South Korea or in the mainland, the results are good.

When the three of Ling Xiao appeared on the stage, they also answered Feng Rui's name, and the spirit of youth was fully reflected in Ling Xiao.

He went straight to the throne at the top.

The rest of the trainees didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement: "Are you going to battle?"

"I just don't know what they are doing."

Ling Xiao had practiced in South Korea and knew some Korean, so he asked directly, "Compare to what?"

Coincidentally, both of them are dancers.

"Wow! Battle! Battle!" The onlookers squealed in excitement.

"Hey, who do you think will win?" Fang Mu asked in a low voice.

Guanlan didn't hesitate at all: "Ling Xiao."

Fang Mu became curious: "Why? Did you know him before?"

"No reason, you can see for yourself." No matter how Fang Mu stared at Guanlan, the man's expression remained motionless.

Fang Mu curled his lips, muttered "It's really boring", and turned his gaze to the audience.

Starting with Kwon Ha Joon, whoever gets the loudest cheers during the performance will win the battle.

The backstage staff randomly played a piece of music. Quan Hajun lowered his head, tapped his left foot gently on the ground, and suddenly raised his head at a beat point, his eyes were murderous.

After he finished his solo, he walked up to Ling Xiao and made a provocative gesture.

But Ling Xiao just smiled indifferently, pushed his arm away vainly, and took a few steps to the center of the stage.

The screams of the trainees reached the highest peak ever.

Many dance laymen judge the quality of a dance only by looking at whether the movements are dazzling or not. Knowing this, Ling Xiao's solo has more of a mentality of showing off his skills, and the cheers basically did not stop throughout the performance.

After finishing the last movement, Ling Xiao brushed his drenched forehead hair, and raised his eyebrows at Quan Hejun in the audience.

Quan Hejun is willing to admit defeat: "C position is yours now."

To everyone's surprise, Ling Xiao didn't take seat C.

Quan Hejun looked puzzled: "Why?"

Ling Xiao: "...We Chinese are more superstitious."

Until the seat selection was completed, Quan Hejun still didn't understand.

Next, the program pd is announced, which is a well-known Korean singer senior.

The trainees acted as if they just knew it, and exclaimed:

"It's actually Senior Jin!"

"I can't believe it's Senior Jin!"

Guanlan followed the other trainees to exclaim and applaud mechanically, making a bowing machine with no emotion.

These days, it's really not easy to get a shot.

Then, the pd will introduce the mentor team. After a set of procedures, the initial rating is finally reached.

The first group of trainees came from a large company in South Korea, and their performances were remarkable. One of them even got the first A grade in the audience.

It was late at night.

The three of Guanlan were relatively late in order, and Fang Mu was sleeping soundly leaning on Wen Le's shoulder, almost drooling.

Guanlan woke him up: "It's almost time for us."

Fang Mu was sleepy, and when he was awakened, the director had to give him a shot, which made the trainees and mentors laugh.

The female instructor smiled and said: "This little guy is quite cute, but I don't know how strong he is."

The male tutor on the side also nodded: "I'm also looking forward to it."

The waiting time in the backstage was a bit too long, and Guanlan, who had always been calm, felt a little nervous, let alone the two little Bai Fangmu and Wen Le.

"Brother Guanlan, do you have stage experience?" Fang Mu's voice was a little tight.

"No."

"Ah!" Fang Mu looked up to the sky and sighed, "What should I do? I think I'm going to get an F!"

"Who said to tear up the script during the rehearsal?" The cool voice finally brought Fang Mu back to his mind.

Guanlan originally prepared a solo stage, but on the eve of the performance, the director suddenly brought Fang Mu and Wen Le to Guanlan.

The director stuttered and pronounced Guanlan's Chinese name, Guanlan was taken aback for a moment, and then replied in Korean: "Director, what's the matter?"

This time I changed the director and didn’t realize it: "Oh... so you can speak Korean... By the way, the three of you will perform together during the initial rating."

These two big burdens were just thrown to Guanlan.

The three sat in the practice room and looked at each other.

In the end, it was Guanlan who spoke first: "What were you planning?"

Fang Mu: "Of course it's singing and dancing."

"Then show me the jump first."

The result, of course, was... horrible.

"You might as well just sing a song, the result will be the same anyway." Guanlan smashed Fang Mu's glassy heart expressionlessly.

"What about you? Have you ever learned anything about this?" Guanlan turned to Wen Le again.

Wen Le scratched her head, seeming a little embarrassed: "I usually only watch girl troupe dances..."

"Me too..." Fang Mu weakly echoed.

"Then the girl troupe dances."

As Guanlan said, he swipe his fingers back and forth on the tablet, and finally picked a video and put it in front of the two of them: "Have you seen this?"

Fang Mu: "I've seen it, I've seen it, it's just..."

"Then start practicing." Guanlan handed the tablet to Fang Mu.

Wen Le couldn't help but said, "Have you practiced this dance before?"

Guanlan was stunned: "No... I just have a better memory."

"Then how many times have you watched it?" Fang Mu also interjected.

"Two or three times. I just remember the movements, I can't dance well." Looking at herself in the mirror, Guanlan suddenly felt very strange.

Then he sneered again, didn't this just suit his own wishes.

In the middle of the rehearsal, the director came to see it once.

The director was very satisfied when he saw that they were moving in a mess, out of tune and out of tune. Very good, the waste script was arranged.

"I'm so pissed off! I don't want to get this script, whoever wants to get it will get it." Fang Mu was so angry.

Guanlan raised his head, Fang Mu was caught by those black eyes and immediately fell silent.

"We still have one more day to decide what script you want."

Young Master Fang decided to rewrite the script for himself.Therefore, the three of them basically stayed in the practice room except for eating, rehearsing over and over again.

"Okay, let's practice here."

Hearing this, Fang Mu and Wen Le immediately spread out on the ground, while Guanlan sat down with his legs bent, leaning against the mirror.

"To be honest, I haven't figured out what my position is yet," Fang Mu said.

Wen Le resented him: "It's not certain whether you can stay until the second performance."

Guanlan's expression moved slightly.

On the day of the first interview, the staff asked him:

"What is the final ranking you hope to get?"

Guanlan's pen tip stayed on the paper for a long time. He looked at the small piece of ink that had blotted out, pondered for a long time, and wrote "12" solemnly.

"Why '12'?"

Guanlan fell into silence again.

In the past, Guanlan never had too much entanglement with the results or rankings, because there is always only one goal.But this time, the decision-making power was really handed over to others.

He still clearly remembers his answer at that time:

"I... don't have the power to be as powerful as others, nor do I have a likable personality..."

His throat was so dry that he could hardly make a sound, he just continued: "I just want to..."

"Into a group." The last two words were as soft as whispers.

"The next group is ready to go on stage!" The staff announced with a loudspeaker, and handed them earphones for simultaneous interpretation.

Fang Mu and Wen Le took the earphones, but Guanlan waved his hand and refused: "I understand."

Until standing on the stage, facing the instructors and trainees, Guanlan still had an illusion of unreality.

After the three briefly introduced themselves, they began to perform directly.

After setting up the opening action, some trainees had doubts in their eyes, but they were still not sure.

However, together with the prelude, the whole studio almost exploded.

The author has something to say:

Sister Lalang who looked at her face: Did Xiaolan know each other today?

No.