Self-cultivation of professional idols

"If you are the fireworks on the sea, I am the foam of the waves."

"For a moment, your light illuminated me."

The young man's gentle voice seemed to have the ability to pull the audience into the situation at once. The moment his voice came out, the tears that had been swirling in Jiang Rou's eyes finally fell uncontrollably.

The white chasing light sprinkled straight from the top of the head, and the tiny floating dust in the air floated and swirled in the light and shadow. Standing on the stage, the boy became an eye-catching light.

At this moment, the rhythm suddenly changed.

"They can, and they can still change it like this." The friend praised Jiang Rou.

As soon as the rap part was over, everyone took off the microphones, went to the front of the stage, and started singing together.

"I can follow you

Sleepwalking like a shadow chasing the light

I can wait at this intersection

Regardless of whether you will pass by..."

"It seems that he really likes music..."

Hearing the sound, the professor looked back at the woman who had been taking care of his students for the past few years. The latter had a gentle look on her brows: "He has been practicing the piano for a while, so he is going to participate in the competition."

The professor also seemed to come back to his senses suddenly: "It's been a while since this kid disappeared after class..."

"Wow!" The trainees in the background also exclaimed.

"This time his ranking..."

Ling Xiao followed the sound and cast a small piece of peripheral vision.

"It's definitely going to be promoted." Someone came to a conclusion.

Ling Xiao stared at Guanlan's back on the screen, watching him greet the direction of his own light sign, and walk backstage until he was no longer seen on the stage.

He looked down at his toes, and couldn't help but crush the ground.

Backstage, the five people held each other's hands and teased each other who was so nervous that his palms were sweating.

The small TV in front of everyone caught off guard and jumped out a line of words: Ranking announced.

Xiao Zhuo leaned back exaggeratedly, caressing his chest by the way: "I'm so nervous."

Guanlan grabbed his waving hand: "Don't be nervous."

"Brother Guanlan, so you are also nervous." Xiao Zhuo leaned towards Guanlan, as if he had discovered some new land. "Your palms are obviously sweating."

And Guanlan still had that faint expression: "It's hot on stage."

Xiao Zhuo let out a "beep", and while everyone was making jokes, the rankings suddenly popped up one by one, and he gasped instantly.

"Why haven't you, why haven't you..." Xiao Zhuo muttered.

There are only one or two left.

Guanlan and Xiao Zhuo looked at each other, and he squeezed Xiao Zhuo's hand: "Little Luobotou, you are already in the top two."

Everyone waited with bated breath for the final first, although everyone had already expected it.

Seeing her name followed by a big number "1", Guanlan couldn't hide her joy.

Xiao Zhuo rushed over to hug him, and burst into tears: "Brother, I was at the bottom of the performance group last time... woo woo woo, this time, this time..."

Guanlan patted him on the back tenderly: "Xiao Zhuo stopped crying."

The rest of the people also gathered around and hugged each other.

Xiao Zhuo touched his face, and became inexplicably excited for Guanlan again: "Will Brother Guanlan win the first place in the category?"

Guanlan hesitated and said, "Probably not..."

Others yelled: "We were asked to be confident before, why are we hesitating now instead of ourselves?"

Guanlan smiled helplessly: "Well, I have confidence in myself." But he didn't think about getting extra reward votes, and secondly, he also wanted to see his real popularity in the second round. Location.

When the group of them returned to the waiting area, the next group of trainees had already gone to prepare.

Ling Xiao was sitting in front of him, with his head down, thinking about something.

"Ling Xiao." Guanlan couldn't help but speak first, hesitating, "What do you think?"

"I may not be able to comment."

When Guanlan heard what Ling Xiao said, his heart sank for a moment, and he swallowed the words he had just typed out for a while: "What, what's wrong? Isn't it good?"

Ling Xiao suddenly reached back and grasped Guanlan's wrist precisely, on the side that no one else could see.

Guanlan suddenly felt like a rusty machine, completely stuck and unable to move.

He heard the man in front laugh softly: "I've started to have a filter for you."

Guanlan originally wanted to ask him what he meant by this sentence, but felt that it was better for him to be silent in the current atmosphere. He secretly moved his wrist, but Ling Xiao didn't seem to let go at all, as if he was holding on even tighter. some.

Fortunately, the place where they sat was in a corner that was not easy to attract attention, and no one could notice that the two of them were holding hands like two elementary school students.

A thin layer of sweat gradually broke out on Guanlan's palms, and his neck was a little suffocated. He looked privately and found that the others had already been immersed in the singing of the next group: "Ling Xiao."

Ling Xiao didn't turn his head back, but quietly leaned his back back, and "hush" at him: "Do you want others to find out?"

At the same time, Ling Xiao's hand reached down and wrapped around the latter's fingers.

"You're sweating."

Ling Xiao turned his head and looked at Guanlan, who seemed to be very focused on the broadcast stage on the screen.

Guanlan replied quietly in her heart: Why is this more nervous than the ranking announcement just now?

Before long, the stage was over.

The trainees opened up the chatterbox again, let out a wave of rainbow farts, and the boast was over.

And Ling Xiao finally let go of his hand.

He turned around, as if he wanted to discuss the performance with Guanlan, but he didn't mention anyone else: "How is your group ranking?"

Guanlan quietly made a "one" gesture to him.

Ling Xiao smiled brightly at him, and stretched out his hand to touch his hair. The moment he was about to touch his face, the direction of his fingers suddenly changed, and they touched his shoulder.

"well done."

After the vocal group ended, the dance group played again, and Ling Xiao was ranked last.

When watching the performances of other groups, Ling Xiao always glanced back uncontrollably, and every time he could see the person behind watching the stage seriously.

As everyone knows, Guanlan secretly compares other people with Ling Xiao in his heart.

This person's strength is not as good as Ling Xiao's, no.

This person's footsteps are not as accurate as Ling Xiao's, no way.

this person……

To sum it up... Ling Xiao still dances the best.

Ling Xiao looked at Guanlan and nodded secretly, and couldn't help but began to doubt his own charm. Did his lack of practice recently decrease his level?

The staff notified the Ling Xiao team on the radio that they were going to prepare.

Before leaving, Ling Xiao got up from his seat, blocked the camera in front of him with his body, quickly tapped his finger on Guanlan's chin, and deliberately lowered his voice into Guanlan's ear: "Remember to look at me. "

During the short walk from the waiting room to the backstage preparation area, Ling Xiao felt more and more discomfort in his feet.

"Ling Xiao? Are you okay?"

Ling Xiao returned a relaxed smile: "I'm fine."

This round of Ling Xiao's team's style tends to have a clear sense of rhythm and a little sexy style. Ling Xiao is not in the C position, but he has a personal solo during the interlude.

The props on the edge of the stage unexpectedly shot out a long flame, sparks splashed everywhere, and Ling Xiao came out of the flames more and more, and forcefully tore his collar even wider.

The screams from the audience almost overturned the recording studio.

"Ahhhhhh I'm not going to be a mother anymore!!"

"Brother marry me!!"

Especially in the ending part, Ling Xiao's eyes teased the camera faintly, showing his bones to the extreme.

The trainees in the backstage all looked completely blind.

"Ling Xiao is...unusual today."

"The whole flower looks like a peacock."

Such a sharp summary was unanimously approved by the trainees present.

Ling Xiao came back wiping his sweat. Guanlan was about to say something when he suddenly saw a little red on the edge of the sock protruding from Ling Xiao's heel.

Regardless of the other people present, Guanlan immediately knelt down and wanted to hold his ankle to check carefully, but Ling Xiao avoided him: "It's nothing, Guanlan, get up quickly."

Guanlan suddenly became stubborn, and insisted on pulling Ling Xiao's calf to prevent him from leaving: "I saw it all! You are bleeding!"

Ling Xiao also leaned over and pinched his shoulder, comforting him: "Be good, I'm fine."

Guanlan got up but avoided his gaze: "I'll go get you some medicine."

Before Ling Xiao could stop him, Guanlan had already left the backstage.

The other trainees also gathered around, twitting their tongues in amazement around Ling Xiao:

"You can, you can still dance so well when your foot is injured."

"How did you get hurt?"

Ling Xiao pulled the corners of his mouth and made an awkward yet polite smile, kept looking at the direction Guanlan left, waved his hand to let the others disperse, and only after sitting back in his seat did he feel a slight pain in his heel.

I was so immersed in the stage before that I didn't even feel anything.

It may also be that I inexplicably want to perform well today, and want to hear that person's evaluation of me after the end, but now that person has disappeared without a trace.

After a while, Guanlan ran back panting again, holding a small bottle of spray in his hand, and lifted up Ling Xiao's trousers involuntarily: "Let me take a look for you."

Ling Xiao suddenly held his hand, but Gentle didn't give him time to react, so he took the spray from his hand: "I'll do it myself."

Guanlan stared at his wound, lowered her voice as if afraid of his pain, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

It sounded like I was about to cry.

This time Ling Xiao could finally touch the top of his hair without any worries: "It doesn't hurt."

As if he was afraid that the child would not believe it, he repeated it again: "It really doesn't hurt."

Compared to the past... this is really nothing.

Ling Xiao pushed him and wanted him to sit back, but Guanlan insisted on watching him spray himself with medicine before going back.

"Otherwise I'll stay here forever."

Only then did Ling Xiao realize that the child was really stubborn when he became stubborn.

The blood had dried up, and Ling Xiao tore it hard to peel off the sock from the flesh, and also brought a small piece of flesh, but Ling Xiao seemed to have been cut off the pain nerve, and he didn't even frown.

Guanlan bit her lower lip tightly, her body trembled at that moment.

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The second watch will be late.