I debuted on a talent show with my ex-boyfriend

01

Practice and shooting came one after another, almost filling up all the time.The vocal and dance lessons on the first day were so intense that many trainees only learned songs and dances for a few hours before being tested by the instructor and the camera.

Le Shi honestly ate two gummy bears at night, and she really had a good night's sleep.

The feeling of getting enough sleep and being energetic is strange and long-lost. Although their early morning bell is the cadenced "Fate is Up to Me", this brainwashing song soon has the same status in Leshi's heart as the morning exercise music in middle school.

After all, the best way to ruin a song is to use it as an early morning alarm.

02

The morning class of Class B is led by Li Xiang. He seems to have just been to Class A next door, his face is a little serious, and he is still doing small exercises in groups.

"My Destiny is Me" consists of three choruses, the beginning to the chorus are relatively simple, from the theme of "walking in confusion, finding the direction, running with all my strength" expressed in the three choruses, adding changes and details to the basic movements, Therefore, it presents a sense of strangeness that is not repeated, and achieves the purpose of increasing the difficulty step by step.

Most of the trainees are stuck in the second chorus, with delicate hand movements and accelerated leg rhythm, expressing the 40-second verse that gradually finds its way in the chaos, which is quite a challenge for most people.

After Li Xiang briefly watched their overall performance, the haze on his face finally dissipated a lot. He touched his chin and nodded, commenting: "I just went to Class A, and it was a bit unsatisfactory. But the basics of Class B It's really good, and the movements are more proficient, did someone secretly study last night? Someone took you to learn together, right?"

The trainees below nodded in agreement, and someone raised his hand and shouted clearly: "Teacher! We were brought by Leshi!" It was a bit of a sense of pride to be given a high score when playing games.

The crowd dispersed in a hurry, and when Le Shi had his trouser pockets in his pockets, he was groping to lean aside, but he was exposed to the widest view.

"..."

03

When Li Xiang still remembered Le Shi, he raised his eyebrows slightly and showed an appreciative smile. He rubbed his hands, obviously expecting a lot: "I still remember you." He nodded when he saw Le Shi, and gestured to the supervisor with his eyes, "Please Play the music again, and you dance until you reach the parts you don’t know.”

The moment the music started, Le Shi still saw the familiar scene, and he was watching himself in the practice mirror.But there is another person in front of him, and there are many people behind him. Everyone's eyes are like a lens, focusing on them with different emotions, and he is the bright spot that is burned.

The familiar tension suddenly gripped his heart, and the hands folded in front of his crotch trembled slightly.

No matter how many times, at a certain moment about to begin, he would still be spineless tense, stiff, fearful.

He seemed to be standing in the depths of the ocean, with many bubbles bursting around him, making loud, hoarse whispers.

"No matter how good you dance, the company will give up on you long ago. Do you think you will be able to debut if you work hard?"

"Yu Fei was chosen by heaven, and the conditions are extremely good. You are a trainee with no name and no talent. It is a bit of a fantasy to think of being compared with him. There is no hope in the debut group. Even if you debut, you It is also doomed not to catch up with other ACEs."

"Let me ask you, can you sing? Some people don't believe in talent, but I'll tell you the truth, you lost at the starting line at the beginning, and you are not suitable for making music in HP."

"Unfortunately, the members of the elimination group are - Leshi from Group A."

"We have worked hard for more than ten years to provide you with education, food and clothing, whatever you want and what you want to learn, no matter how expensive it is, we will try our best to support it. Only this point, we disagree. Your future is completely dark, What are you still dreaming about?"

04

He is withdrawn, gloomy and indifferent, and the silent dance is hoarse, which is his refutation and struggle with all his strength, and those clear, happy and energetic movements are resistance with negative connotations.It seems that he is using dance to vent his exhaustion on the verge of doom.

In an unfamiliar choreography, he made a mistake in the second verse.

The part of the chorus seems to be a manifestation of the confusion and chaos in his heart. He just stepped on the wrong beat and couldn't adjust it anymore. But the more anxious he was, the more distorted the movements of the gloomy person in the mirror Transformed until he could no longer remember the next dance move, and the messy and scattered movements were at a loss. He stood still panting, and the self in the mirror looked at him coldly, as if looking at a stranger.

The moment I stopped because of incompetence was an extreme collapse, with doubts all over my heart.

He lowered his head, trying to avoid everyone's gaze.

——He is not worthy of the spotlight, the appreciation of the teacher, and the love of a person.

Did I really go the wrong way when I escaped from that thunderous summer night?

05

There was silence all around, only some ups and downs of breathing, and uncontrollable violent panting. The self who was always cowardly and sensitive, pretending to be strong with calmness and calmness, was actually just a piece of glass that could not withstand a beating.He suddenly realized that no matter how familiar he was with dancing in private, as long as he was exposed to the camera, those vicious whispers would come back again.

Li Xiang felt the freezing cold air, pursed his lips, and said with a wry smile: "Ah, it's a pity..."

He buried his head lower in embarrassment, and rehearsed all the mistakes in his mind, rationally told him that the dance was unfamiliar and full of mistakes, and questioned his ability coldly.

Li Xiang stood up, walked in front of him, and gave him a warm hug.

He stepped back a suitable distance, as if asking him, or asking all the trainees present:

"What is the stage in your eyes?"

He paused and asked the second question:

"Are you enjoying the stage sincerely?"

The clouds are light and the wind is light, like thunder piercing the ears.

06

Class B in the afternoon is not scheduled for class, it is free practice time.

However, before the practice started, the back door of the classroom was sneakily opened. Luckily, he poked his head around for a while, and when he saw Le Si sitting in the corner, covering his face with a hat and resting, he waved his hand behind him, let Tang Zhiyang in, and whispered to him quietly. Said: "Lele doesn't talk about it, but the mistakes in the morning are too serious, and it is impossible not to mind. I don't know how to comfort people. After I said a few words, he pushed me to remember the action quickly. Thanks to him , almost learned the dance, but he—"

"not too good."

Tang Zhiyang watched from a distance for a while, and asked, "Why do you want to find me?"

"He has a very good relationship with you. You don't know, when I first met Lele, he wouldn't talk to me more than twenty words a day! Including the kind of um, ah, oh, okay! He actually took the initiative to talk to me when I was watching the show yesterday. It's like your account has been hacked when you strike up a conversation..." Wan Xing old-fashioned Hengqiu let out a long sigh, without stopping for a moment, "Hey, I'm so sour."

Tang Zhiyang leaned against the door, his peripheral vision kept falling on Le Shi, and he said casually, "You and Ren Fengfeng have a good relationship too. In the morning, he volunteered to go to Class F to help other trainees. He was helping his former members, right?" .”

Wan Xing widened his eyes, blinked hard again, the worry on his face turned into angrily surprised: "Why didn't he tell me, if he went, he would be scolded to death by his brothers... Typical The behavior of the mud bodhisattva crossing the river. No, don’t you want to go to class F later, take me!”

Tang Zhiyang was noncommittal, and quietly slipped from the back row to Leshi's side. His pink practice shirt was a bit conspicuous, and a little pink in the green bushes would inevitably make many members of Class B look sideways.The pink Tang Zhiyang was sitting next to Leshi, and someone in the front row had already turned on the projection screen and played a breakdown video of the dance.

Leshi didn't move for a long time.

Tang Zhiyang looked at him with a smile, and debunked in a gentle voice: "Stop pretending to be asleep, Leshi trainee."

"..." Le Shi lifted his hat, revealing half of his eyes, and said in a cold and hoarse voice, "Are you not going to class this afternoon?"

"No class. I'll go to class F for a private visit." Tang Zhiyang took off his hat without any hesitation, and Leshi's eyes looked at him vigilantly, like a cat protecting food, ready to blow up at any time, Tang Zhiyang gave up Nuzui rubbed his head boldly, and said: "Class F is teacher Bei Jin's vocal music class in the afternoon, go and listen."

Le Shi didn't even think about it: "I won't go."

"Did you sing out of tune yesterday? Pickmeup." Tang Zhiyang hummed vividly as he said it, and it sounded a little inexplicably. He was satisfied to see Le Shi sitting up straight, and then cast him a cold and helpless look.

"...Oh. Go."

07

Leshi's preference for dance is like the partiality of mathematics, physics and chemistry when he was a student.

In all fairness, he is more aware of his vocal flaws than anyone else. He is short of breath, and his voice is thin. He needs to practice secretly for a long time to reach the pitch of the lead singers once or twice.

He sometimes feels that, except for dancing, he seems to have nothing and is inferior to others in everything.

In the aisle transformed from the layout of the teaching building, the sun is as bright as gold in midsummer, and the air is dry and warm.

The distance from Class B to Class F needs to cross the entire corridor. From different practice rooms, there are the creaking and rubbing sounds of sneakers, the dry high-pitched voice, and the first verse of "My Destiny" Song, the lyrics are written: "Traveling long distances, going through fire and water, or brilliant or crazy youth, the decision is up to me".

In class F, the piano started to tune, accompanied by hoarse or immature singing voices.

The three greeted the supervisor who recorded the video, and sat in the back of the classroom with other high-level trainees.

Bei Jin is dressed serious and upright today, in a crisp black suit, with all her hair combed back and tied into a small knot with a hairnet.Wearing light makeup full of workplace atmosphere, there is only a pair of sharp eyebrows, and the tails of the eyebrows almost reach the temples.Her expression was stern and serious, and all the trainees in Class F were silent and shivering as they looked at each other.

The tall trainee who was being examined stood in front of her, and the sentences he sang were trembling.

Bei Jin lifted his eyelids, his voice was cold and crisp, the air conditioner in the room was blowing cold wind, and there was a creepy shiver when he was playing.Bei Jin crossed his legs, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did you take music theory classes during training?"

The trainee was obviously about to cry, and immediately clasped his hands in a prayer begging for mercy: "Study, I didn't study well... Teacher, I was wrong! Teacher, I'm sorry! I don't dare to sleep and play with my phone in class anymore!"

"Oh." Bei Jin sneered and waved her hand. The trainee returned to her position limply and staggered visibly. Then she sat up straight and said clearly and seriously: "Then let's go to class." .I will tell you the method of vocalization again, and practice with me."

Fortunately, he let out a "wow", tugged Ren Fengfeng's sleeve beside him, and said, "God has turned."

Ren Fengfeng nodded happily, as if he was relieved that his brothers met a good teacher with a sharp mouth and a bean curd heart, and maybe they would not just be buried in this lowest-level class.

Bei Jin's class has clear logic and scientific methods. Under her guidance, the vocal music of Class F has been enlightened and enlightened for a short time.Leshi always felt that she was like her math class teacher in high school, but he couldn't satisfy her with his proud grades, so she always asked him—"Can you sing".

Half an hour later, she gave this sentence to Yu Fei.

08

"Can you sing?"

Yu Fei stood in front of her, wearing a gray short-sleeved practice shirt with a huge white letter "F" printed on the back.His hands were behind his back, and his palms were twisted into a ball.

Leshi knew that Yu Fei would always be like this when he was in a bad mood. In the past, when they had a good relationship, Leshi would reluctantly shake his hand, pretending to be irritated, break off his fingers one by one, and then intertwine with his own. He didn't say a word of comfort, he just looked into Yu Fei's eyes quietly.

He only has the palms that are always warm.Yu Fei usually likes such small gestures, and sometimes the atmosphere is right, which is a precursor to kissing.

Le Shi thought too far, and when he came back to his senses, his face and ears were a little hot.He blamed the distracting afternoon sun for this unfounded association.Turn your attention back to Bei Jin's low pressure accusation of the cold winter.

"Sing this line again."

The precise notes of the electric piano flowed out, and Yu Fei quickly picked up the phrase and sang a sentence mellowly and peacefully.

With.

Xi.

group.

Correct.

The sound of the piano stopped, and Bei Jin said: "The transposition is too rough. Sing it again."

Yu Fei neither humble nor overbearing: "Okay, teacher."

"Don't know if the beat is enough? Sing it again."

"Okay, sorry."

"The song has been in your hands for so long and you still sing the wrong words? You sing it again."

"I'm sorry, teacher."

The trainees who had just been treated hard-heartedly and soft-heartedly dropped their emotions to the freezing point again. In their eyes, Bei Jin like this was simply a devil. Besides, Yu Fei's singing voice was almost the same as the original singing in their ears, and they could hardly pick out any flaws. , but Bei Jin didn't know where to use the requirements to regulate Yu Fei, and a song was almost full of mistakes and omissions.

She picked out the mistakes for half an hour, each time being the part with the highest scale and the most difficult technique of the song, until Yu Fei, who hadn’t even entered a drop of water, was a little hoarse, and the sweaty ellipse on the back of his clothes almost spread to the entire spine Only then did she stop twitching her fingers on the keyboard, and looked at his face indifferently and sullenly.

Bei Jin's final words to him were: "I have another lesson in class F the morning after tomorrow. If you still make mistakes, then when the grade is re-evaluated, no matter how well you perform, you will never pass my test. I absolutely I won't let you on stage."

Yu Fei was still respectful and docile, bowed his head and replied slowly: "Okay, teacher."

She took his resume and made a red cross in the class assessment under the profile picture.

"I don't need students who can't sing or behave. Even if they are geniuses, I won't teach them anything."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the class, Yu Fei stood abruptly, silently accepting the teacher's reprimand, alone and helpless.

Le Shi watched his back, and suddenly an unreasonable thought broke into his heart.

Those who drown in the deep sea are all alone, they cannot hear the slightest sound, they can only see the bubbles of the past and present, swimming slowly with huge shadows.

They are all the same, people who have fallen into the abyss.

The author says:

I announce that the main CP competition will start now.