upper [entertainment circle]

Jiang Zhan drove back, the distance was a little farther, and when he drove home, it was close to four o'clock.

Four o'clock, a time when no one would look for him in the past, the mobile phone activity on this day is a bit loud, all applications for adding WeChat.

He passed one by one, and found that they were all the contestants who recorded the program together today. Starting from the first Fei Hai, there were a total of more than a dozen people who added numbers one after another.

After adding WeChat, Jiang Zhan went to take a shower. When he came out, he turned on his computer without touching his phone.

Not surprisingly, there was a message from Wang Paopao.

Wang Paopao wants to fly a big plane: p!My cypress!my dream man! !Looks like it's opening! !After a year of vacancy, I finally have a new job! ! !

Wang Paopao: He finally figured it out and decided not to retire! !It must be his full dedication that trumps everything else! !It must be so! !

Wang Paopao: I feel like I am alive again! !Body!soul!breathe!All alive! !I want to cover all your schedules, and give me a picture of the male god! ! !

Wang Paopao: Oh, I forgot, you are busy.

Wang Paopao: Anyway, if you are free, poke me, I will buy you at a high price, and give it to me as a male god! ! !

Wang Paopao: Are you there?

Wang Paopao: Are you still not there?

Wang Bubble: p? ? ? ? ?Figure God?

The latest news was two days ago.

Jiang Zhan saw the news and didn't reply.

Today is already the 12th, and I will move into the collective dormitory of the program group on the 13th, which means I will leave tomorrow.

He had greeted Wang Paopao before, but he didn't have time afterwards, so he didn't reply for the time being.

When the program is finished, come back and talk about it.

Jiang Zhan turned off the computer, took a sip of water, and sat at the desk, not feeling sleepy and having nothing to do.

Recalling the ten hours of recording, the experience was novel and fresh, and unexpectedly met Bai Tianheng on the stage.

The old classmate even blew a bunch of rainbow farts on him.

Jiang Zhan thought it was interesting.

He smiled to himself, got up and went back to his room to catch up on sleep.

The recording on the 11th did not end until the early morning of the 12th, and we had to gather in the dormitory on the 13th, which meant that there was only one day left.

Less than a day, nothing can be done, and there is no need to do anything.

Jiang Zhan's luggage has already been packed. There are two suitcases, one big and one small. The daily necessities, clothes, shoes and hats are all complete. The computer can't be brought, so a pad is stuffed in the bag.

Wei Guangkuo came to Jiang Zhan's side on purpose, like an old mother, stuffing things into Jiang Zhan's bag while nagging, just like an old mother sending her children to the battlefield.

"Bring more clothes. You'll be dancing and singing for training. You'll be covered in sweat. Don't have enough replacements. When you were recording the show yesterday, I thought it was wrong. I went to the mall and bought you a dozen more sets according to your account number." , you take them all with you."

"You don't have any skin care products yourself? I knew you wouldn't prepare them. Now, I bought them for you. Two sets are enough. You can use them vigorously."

"There are also masks, eye masks, and earplugs. You haven't lived in a dormitory for many years. Don't feel uncomfortable. You must have a good rest at night."

"I also bought you two bags, and then you will run around recording, training, and carrying things on your back."

"Is the money enough? Although food and housing are included, you still have to buy things when you are short of things. Oh, call me and I'll deliver them for you. If it doesn't work, there's Qi Meng, and I'll ask him to bring it to you."

Jiang Zhan couldn't laugh or cry: "Enough is enough. If I get rejected in the first round, I will be back in a month at most. Why do I have to bring so many things?"

Wei Guangkuo: "Don't talk nonsense! I've participated in all the shows, why the first round was rejected? You used to learn a folk dance casually and danced first among the boys. Now you are competing in such a serious manner, not to mention the C position. Top 20 head offices, right?"

Jiang Zhan is as good as a follower: "Good, good, top 11, top 11."

Wei Guangkuo: "That's about the same."

My uncle finished nagging about luggage, and started nagging about collective life again.

"The children of the trainees, especially the little boys, are not very old. They have been learning to dance and sing. They have clear goals and many of them are relatively simple. You are older than them, and you are more sensible. You have to get along well."

"At that time, there will still be many PD and VJ teachers. Please be polite and ask them for a little favor, and they will be happy."

"The draft is quite cruel. There are dozens of people in the first round. Everyone is in competition. Don't take it seriously when you meet someone who doesn't come to a certain place. If you leave the show, you may not meet again in the future."

Jiang Zhan accepted this concern literally, thinking to himself: Uncle still treats me like a child.

As Wei Guangkuo spoke, his voice lowered, and he suddenly said, "Your parents are gone, and I'm the only uncle left. I care about everything I can, of course."

Jiang Zhan didn't speak, and looked at Wei Guangkuo squatting on the ground, stuffing things into the box.

If it were someone else, be a little more emotional, and you might cry when you encounter this kind of scene.

Jiang Zhan didn't.

Instead, he made a small joke: "If I have an aunt, and a cousin, I can get a few more relationships. It's really not worthwhile to be a bachelor now."

Wei Guangkuo's little sadness didn't brew up, and he collapsed in an instant.

He stood up, raised his leg and kicked Jiang Zhan: "You brat! It's none of your business that I'm single?"

Jiang Zhan jumped away: "Even if you talk about the pain in your heart, you can't move your feet."

Wei Guangkuo kicked again: "I can't kill you!"

The next day, Jiang Zhan took a taxi to the dormitory building with two big boxes.

It was a single-family apartment building temporarily rented by the program group, with blue walls and red tiles. From the outside, it looked big and beautiful.

Jiang Zhan arrived at the agreed time, and when he arrived, there were staff members to meet him and verify his identity.

But I can't go in for the time being, I have to wait until everyone is ready, the VJ is ready, and I will enter while recording. It is said that the content of the gathering in the dormitory will also be edited into the program.

Jiang Zhan and other students who had already arrived waited under the building. While waiting, there was another half-circle of cameras around them. The staff also brought lavalier microphones and asked all the students to wear them.

Jiang Zhan knew in his heart that in the following period of time, cameras and lavalier microphones were indispensable.

Not long after, all the contestants arrived, bustling with a large group of people, and a pile of colorful boxes.

Those like Jiang Zhan who only brought two suitcases and one bag are considered simple. Some contestants brought five or six suitcases and couldn't get out of the car by themselves, so assistants and staff members helped to push them over.

When everyone was assembled, the director said a few words, and the filming started.

Jiang Zhan pushed his luggage and followed the flow of people to the entrance of the building. A VJ teacher with a video camera in his hand followed him not too far away.

Jiang Zhan didn't understand the routine yet, thinking that he would walk like this, and the VJ teacher would just shoot like this, until the two boys around him suddenly showed surprise expressions, and shouted while looking up at the building: "Wow! The dormitory looks so advanced!"

Someone behind him was jumping with excitement: "This dormitory is amazing!"

Jiang Zhan: Got it, I have to act.

However, he is almost at the entrance of the building, so this part will be skipped, and we will not act for now.

Finally, he dragged the suitcase into the lobby of the building, and the trainees exclaimed again.

This time it’s not acting, it’s completely from the bottom of my heart——

"Elevator broken? Climb up? Are you kidding me!?"

This apartment building has just been built, and it became the dormitory of "Extreme Idol" just after it was put into use. This kind of accident should not have happened. Can't use it yet.

After receiving the notice, the program team also thought of a countermeasure: If you can't take the elevator, you can climb the stairs, let the contestants climb with their luggage, and the VJ will follow behind to shoot, so they will contribute material to the program.

But the students are generally very resistant to this process.

The director of the program group held up a loudspeaker and motioned for everyone to go to the stairwell with them. Many people were unwilling.

What a joke, it's not just people climbing up, there's also a suitcase, there's more than one!

The program team began to mobilize: "Come on! You are all men who want to participate in the draft! You can't even climb the stairs, so why climb the C position!"

Trainee No. [-] could only push the boxes to the stairwell.

However, whether it is mobilization or motivation, the actual situation must also be considered.

What everyone brings is basically a large box over 28 inches, and a box weighs at least a dozen kilograms. Carrying such a heavy box upstairs, the dormitory is still above the tenth floor, how can this climb?

It’s true that men are stronger than women, but the problem is that the trainees are generally very thin and have no flesh on their bodies. They usually practice dancing, and what they practice more is the explosive power of the limbs, the muscle strength and durability of the arms It's not very good, dragging a big box to climb more than ten floors, isn't it killing everyone.

The program group then changed the words of encouragement: "That's okay, you go up slowly, those who can go up by themselves, those who can't, two or three of you can help each other, it's okay, this section will definitely be cut into the program, Don’t forget there are extras, perform well, come on!”

Participating in the draft, for the contestants, from the moment of recording, from the moment the camera points at themselves, the show has already begun.

Everyone wants the camera, everyone wants to look good, everyone wants attention.

No matter how unwilling you are to climb stairs, you have to treat it as a fortress that must be conquered and try your best to overcome it.

So the trainees who can carry their own luggage will do it by themselves, and if they can’t move two boxes, they will go first, at least to ensure their performance in front of the camera.

I can't move anymore, at worst, stop to take a breath, rest for a while and then climb the stairs.

Go up layer by layer, only a dozen layers, and there is always an end.

So the stairwell is full of players, boxes and VJs from bottom to top.

The higher the floor, the harder it is to climb the stairs, and at the gate of the stairwell on the first floor, there are still a group of boys pulling suitcases and slowly moving in.

Those who didn't start climbing the stairs murmured, "Why is it so slow ahead?"

"Can this block the road?"

"The stairs are narrow."

"Such a heavy box must be resting while climbing. There must be people on the stairs, and the speed cannot be increased."

"Too."

These boys were discussing, and Jiang Zhan was right in front of them.

After finally entering the stairwell, everyone who reached the stairway consciously left only one suitcase, and pushed the remaining suitcases vertically to the open space at the corner of the stairs.

When he arrived at Jiang Zhan, he visually measured the width of the stairs, put away the pull rod, picked up the box sideways, and walked upstairs.

One in each hand and a bag on the back.

The first floor, the second floor, the third floor, and the fourth floor, except for the tense vertical arms and the occasional need to sideways to avoid other players carrying luggage on the stairs, he climbed the stairs silently throughout the whole process, without shouting tired or stopping .

VJ followed him step by step, and the camera was always chasing his back.

The first few floors were fine, but at most, some students were surprised that someone could climb the stairs with a large box in one hand. When they reached the sixth floor, exclamations began to echo in the stairwell.

"This is all right? His two boxes are so big!"

"Is the box empty?"

"What kind of monster is this!"

Jiang Zhan: "..."

It's amazing too?In the past, when reporting at the beginning of school, not everyone climbed the stairs like this.

And Jiang Zhan's initial rating was A, which was a little higher than many people's floor, on the [-]th floor.

The fourteenth floor was not difficult for him. On the tenth floor, he put down the box and relaxed his wrist, took a breath, and continued to climb.

After a while, the fourteenth floor arrived.

It just so happened that one of the first batch of students who climbed the stairs also reached the [-]th floor. He was surprised to see Jiang Zhan coming up with two suitcases out of breath.

Jiang Zhan put the suitcase on the flat ground, pulled out the lever, and used the pusher instead. Seeing the boy looking at him, he looked back politely and nodded.

The VJ behind him immediately caught up, turned around, and the camera was facing Jiang Zhan.

Jiang Zhan subconsciously looked at the camera, raised his hand to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, and didn't want to say anything at first, but thought that this was recording a show, and every contestant must have available materials, so he gently picked at the camera Brows lowered: "Small meaning."

Teacher VJ, who didn't think it was a trivial matter: "..."

The boy who dragged a box like a dead dog and struggled up the fourteenth floor: "..."

Just at this time, a shout echoed from bottom to top in the stairwell: "Brother Zhan! HELP! Help me!"

Jiang Zhan was taken aback and turned around.

He immediately recognized that it was Fei Hai's voice.

But Fei Hai only yelled once, and the second yell came from other people's voices.

"Brother Zhan! HELP!"

"Brother Zhan! Help me!"

"Brother Zhan! My dear brother!"

"Zhan—brother—!"

Jiang Zhan raised his eyebrows, and the VJ's camera immediately moved over. He looked back and looked at the camera: "Xinshou village mission, please help your little friend carry the box upstairs."