The Idol Group and the Crown

-1-

Long Ji found that he wouldn't use these things, just like his brother, he took out the moisturizing lotion, facial cleanser and put it out, and told him how to use it.

"First wash your face, go quickly."

Huo Jian nodded obediently, took the facial cleanser quickly and sat back.

Long Ji unscrewed the toner and handed it to him, and looked at the brand's indecision: "It's okay, barely usable."

Then he patted his face and taught him the order of drawing circles: "To do this, then lotion and cream."

The company gave a large bag of care products, and the small card also marked out what to use for different skin types, and where to use it to replace it.

Spf has long-term cooperation with major first- and second-tier brands, and all the sampled gifts are piled up into small hills. This non-sale product for internal use is also quite good.

"Exfoliate gel should be used once a week, do not apply the mask too many times, and wash it off when the time is up."

Long Jia said halfway, and suddenly said, "Did I say it too fast? Would you like to do it again, or I will write it to you later?"

Huo Jian nodded with a smile: "All understood, I remember very clearly."

Although Xie Lianyun and he have an age difference, the mode of getting along is very similar to that of friends of the same age.

On the face of Bo Jue Ming is a teacher, in fact, it is a cold childish switch back and forth, in front of others can change back to a long-haired fluttering male god.

Long Ji has always been hearty and outgoing, most like his brother.

They were chatting about the sky, and Bo Qiu was wearing a silk robe and knocked on the door: "Blade--"

Long Li was covered with an essence mask on his hand, helping Huo Jian to evenly apply his forehead and chin: "Why don't you call Teacher Jiajia thin."

Bo Jue said with a long voice: "Plus-plus."

"Hey." Long Ji threw a kiss across the air: "What is Teacher Bo."

"I'm going to give Bladeblade a hand cream," Bo Jue handed a new tube of rose-flavored cream to Huoblad's hand, and said in a serious voice: "You don't want to use the company's one, I heard them talk about additives before. Exceeding the standard, the moisturizing and whitening effect is not good."

Huo Jian still had a mask on his face, reached out and opened a mouth to the corner of his mouth, and said with a little black face: "Do boys also need to apply hand cream."

"You can't have so many misunderstandings about these two words of male." Bo Jue sat on his right and took classes with Long Jiyi on the left and right: "It's winter now, you still practice guitar and piano every day. It is very likely that you have to give close-up shots when you enter the regiment, because all the lines are not beautiful."

The fact that the two of them entered the regiment was logical, Huo Jian hesitated instead: "I try my best to enter the regiment."

I want to see you in the future, I want to see you all the time.

"Stupid, Uncle Jiang is the first to see you, indicating that there is a teacher's internal push, and he is also interested in you himself." Bo Jue pounded: "In the future, everyone in the group will get along for many years, of course I hope that your teammate is you , It’s not the groundhog that eats potato chips.

Long Li wrinkled his nose and didn't start: "I am not a marmot."

"The rules for the final election have not come out. You just have to learn. If you don't know anything, you can ask us at any time." Bo Ju thought of something, suddenly said: "This Saturday Qingxi Road performance, Koike thank them to go, you two?"

"Go," Huo Jian said immediately: "I will definitely go."

"Teacher Bo, will you go?"

"I might have to go to Europe again. The things over there haven't been resolved, and the president of the association has to be individual." Bo Ju patted his shoulder: "There will be more opportunities in the future, don't be afraid."

"You go to bed early, see you in class tomorrow."

"OK, good night!"

Waiting for the door to close, Long Ji pushed him to wash off the mask and drew the cat head on the mirror with water: "Huo Jian, can you call me Teacher Long to try?"

Huo Jian obediently shouted: "Mr. Long."

"Why isn't Teacher Bo nice," Long Ji wondered: "Tell Teacher Xiaolong to listen?"

"Teacher Xiaolong."

"Teacher Dalong?"

"Teacher Dalong."

"It's still not right." Long Ji gave up training and was a little depressed: "Bo Jue's name is nice, I lost on the starting line."

Huo Jian whispered: "Your name is pretty good."

Long Sui smiled and touched his head with a smile: "Good."

Most of the boys were a little bit embarrassed when they took classes the next day.

They will not express the emotion ‘I am a man who is going to learn makeup specially’, but when chatting, the voice will be raised several times unconsciously, and the gestures are particularly exaggerated.

Teacher Zhou walked in on time, her cheeks were rosy and shiny, and her complexion looked particularly good.

She was only one meter five or six, petite, and knocked on the rostrum: "It's time for class."

Twenty boys sat down obediently, and some of them started to make jokes with her.

"Makeup class is a very important lesson. Even if I enter Corona in the future, I will accompany you for a long time as the chief makeup consultant," Mr. Zhou said seriously on high heels. I said it."

The boys sparsely raised their notebooks and shook them twice, not very actively.

Teacher Zhou, who looks like a little girl, took a deep breath and said loudly, "Give me a little spirit, makeup is an important lesson!"

She clapped the table and told them the stories of the industry in the past few years, just like the midnight radio program.

In front of it, a female star played a big name and poured coffee on the makeup artist. When she took the stage, the lights turned a dozen lipsticks and changed to Barbie powder. Now the ugly pictures have been mocked by the entire network.

In the hind foot, a male star encountered a half-bucket of water, an old makeup artist. The death eyebrows and death highlights made a face like an overwhelming facelift. Finally, it was forced to fight the law and buy the draft to break the public impression.

"Artists rely on their works to eat and even eat on their faces. You have to understand the stakes," Mr. Zhou said with a serious expression on the table with both hands. "With me studying hard, I will know in the future whether the makeup artist I work with knows how to do it. ——Don’t ruin the painting and rush to remove the makeup to find someone to change it temporarily, you don’t have to come and know it?”

The boys heard hair in their hearts, and at this moment they were sitting precariously: "All listen to the teacher!!!"

"Everything to remember to me, sunscreen moisturizing every day!"

Huo Jian wrote a book's eyebrow shape and eyebrow makeup analysis in get out of class. After class, he also subconsciously looked in the mirror to see his face shape.

He had no reason to think of Mei Shengyao, who hadn't appeared for a long time, and wondered what was going on for a second.

With Mei Shengyao's background and family, this life will probably be surrounded by a carefree path.

Huo Jian often has limited imagination on this kind of problem. Except for people who know such a family can buy many luxury villas, they don’t know what to envy.

In addition to the makeup class, another fixed class has finally begun.

Wei Jie scrolled a group dance on the screen in the rehearsal room, instructing them to finish the dance.

"In the first three days, I practiced myself. On the fourth day, I started practicing group dance, got it?"

He did not explain the term because the video on the large LCD screen already explained the answer.

Nineteen dancers lifted their legs and stepped in a uniform manner with the drumbeat, and the posture of raising their hands and heads was synchronized to an amazing level-just like being slashed by a saber, the cross-section pen until there were no flaws.

There is a yellow-haired trainee next to him who is very familiar with Wei Jie. Mimi asked quietly, "Will Teacher Pei come?"

"Boss Pei," teacher Wei thought for a moment, "I also want to see how he teaches people, now it is impossible."

"After forming a group in the future, both he and Uncle Jiang will be regarded as a special offer by Corona, which can be seen every week."

Everyone had been familiar with each other for several months, and Wei Jie urged a few disciplines without pain, and sat next to them to drink water to watch them grill.

Pa Wu Wu is a test of memory and understanding.

It is also an unfamiliar dance. The teacher helps to split the explanation and the trainees themselves will have very different effects.

The deeper you understand the popular dance steps, the faster the speed of picking at this time-there are more material libraries in your brain, and it is not difficult to learn to see what dances are arranged in a random order.

They danced to the TV again, pausing playback over and over again, and playback paused.

"One two three four, two two three four--"

The original hundreds of people were reduced to more than one hundred people, and more than one hundred people ended up with only nineteen people here, all of whom are already highly qualified players.

This dance studio belongs to them and can be practiced all day and night. Every day from 2 pm to 6:30 p.m.

By the time the first hour had passed, more than half of the trainees had already taken the same steps and were able to jump towards the TV.

By the time the third hour had passed, more than a dozen trainees had begun to close their eyes to remember the formation changes and their personal positions.

It is said to be a group dance, in fact, for the sake of viewing, a single dance and a double show are still inserted.

The dance position was bound to the dormitory, Huo Jian continued to dance with Long Ji in a double dance, and it was quite handy at this time.

Long Ji has been learning these basics since he was a child. Huo Jian has always been able to strengthen his ability to control muscles after listening to it. After listening to it several times, he can basically get a rough effect.

On the third day of the next day, no one remembered the changes in gestures and gestures, and everyone danced with all their heart and soul, as if they entered military training silently and silently.

"Three two three four, four two three four--"

Nineteen pairs of feet circled and stepped at the same time, their hands suddenly spread like bird wings.

How does it feel to dance 50 times and 80 times in a row?

What is the feeling of buckling the details of the buckle in the mirror with the eighteen from morning to night, and letting bgm circulate 300 times and 700 times in the ear?

Huo Jian also felt that these dances were full of power and beauty. When he jumped to the fourth day, he heard a prelude and he felt a kind of physiological boredom. When he went to bed at night, his arm and leg muscles jumped suddenly.

He and Long Li merged into the crowd, mobilizing all the muscle memories and dancing with the crowd, using the mobile phone to save the process video, and finding out his movements section by section and the people's follow up is not enough.

"Five two three four, six two three four--"

Ninety times, one hundred and ten times.

Slow down to speed up the movement to catch up with the beat, fast to control the rhythm and force it to slow down.

Immediately afterwards, I joined the singing session. When dancing in the mirror, not only did I watch my limbs, but facial expression management had to be online at all times.

The sound is difficult to maintain stability, and the physical strength is gradually not enough to support.

"Seven two three four, come again--"

When they suddenly stopped at a fixed point, their lungs would relax violently, and the oxygen would suddenly take shape, pouring into it like a knife, and the scraped sternum was painful.

The dance room no longer turns on the heating, and the windows and doors are open on winter nights.

The final screening method was posted on the notice board on Thursday morning.

On January 15th, they will conduct group reports and single reports, and the judges and agents will make a choice on the spot.

In less than twenty days, everything will have a final result.

-2-

The collective report is the group dance of the sword just now. It is six minutes long. Each person can open his own voice, and the other time is a chorus.

The single reporting time requires three days to find the class registration, the time is optional, the shortest two minutes and the longest ten minutes, according to the order of the last test results in reverse order.

Once the notice was posted, everyone's mobile phone also received a corresponding notification message.

Huo Jian finished reading it quickly and sat back at the table to formulate a strategy.

It's the same as analyzing the question stem to find out the question person when doing the math competition question.

He can intuitively judge that his temptation in front of Uncle Jiang is right.

Spf is that the company is not a welfare organization, and will not support trainees in vain.

Corona lacks a captain and an ace like him.

Huo Jian is quite ignorant when it comes to traveling, but he has an animal instinct to judge the situation.

Corona is indeed a situation that pushes Mei Shengyao.

His age is too young. If he practiced for a few years to debut, he might just be in the card-changing period.

Pushing him to the center c position at this time is not necessarily the right choice.

Huo Jian has stayed here for nearly half a year, and he can't compare the individual ability with others-most of the competitors who have practiced hip-hop piano since he was a child. There are two pianos with ten levels next door alone, which is nothing new.

He wanted to stay here, he had to do ace, only ace.

The pen tip splits the date on the white paper, so that the work efficiency of the last twenty days is pushed to the highest point.

A single person can report up to ten minutes, and no one minute can be wasted. Use all your energy to compete for the remaining opportunity.

There is only one quota.

only one.

Don't expect luck, don't imagine that fate will care for yourself.

To win with strength, win everyone's heart.

Huo Jian suddenly withdrew his pen, breaking the tip of the pencil.

Not enough, performing singing, dancing and singing is not enough-because other people will definitely do the same thing.

He wants to come up with more chips.

If you write a song, you will complete the arrangement of the lyrics...

Fifteen days is enough for Xie Lianyun to write three complete commercial works, enough for others to finish three group dances.

He needed to write a song himself, wrote the lyrics in three days, changed the arrangement in five days, and recorded the harmony accompaniment in ten days.

This is almost impossible.

Huo Jian stopped breathing for two seconds, ran out without any hesitation in grabbing the door card, and the elevator ran straight upstairs without waiting.

He wants to gamble.

He has to gamble.

The teenager's brain was once again activated in full chunks, and split and reorganized all the popular music he had heard like analytical formula theorem chemical balance.

He started to repeat the song list that he had sorted in advance with headphones, and the ballpoint pen wrote quickly and clearly on the scratch paper.

Music has a routine.

The most popular is 4536251.

f-g-em-am-dm-g-c, this set of chords can almost be called a universal formula for composition.

On this basis, you need to write chorus, write different passages, and make a complete song.

Huo Jian hastily prepared the time schedule for the last two weeks. From Monday to Friday, he will practice dancing every day from 10am to 4pm, and he will belong to him at other times.

He quickly pressed the pen cap twice, suddenly thinking of the skill Ji Ji taught him.

Music is a kind of talk.

The scenes in the Shidu Grand Theater floated and circulated in front of his eyes, and countless actors performed sorrows and joys in his brain, and the feeling of empathy reappeared.

Huo Jian reached out his hand subconsciously as if he had grasped something, and began to write a story for the song.

There are stories first, then emotions, and then find his story.

He still doesn't understand deep love deeply, and it's hard to get into the drama when imitating the tenderness between lovers.

But can understand the suppressed love.

Whether it is "Awakening of Spring", "Demon and Music" or "Rock Mozart", the suppressed love can bring him into the plot and give him a deep enough touch.

This kind of love may be everything you love for yourself, for lovers, for yourself.

Restrained, restrained, and then undercurrent surging.

This is Huo Jian's first story.

The young student fell in love with the slim model who was feeding the white pigeons in the park square. He exchanged text messages with her in earnest and confessed love.

Models are used to traveling around Vanity Fair, and a necklace is enough for his tuition for two years. She has a taste of this relationship, and Quan Dang should experience something new.

He likes her old age and style, like her explicit and indifferent.

No money, no garage, the students are just ordinary students, clumsy and uninteresting to the point that even he himself is anxious.

She occasionally complained about her work while they were eating, shaking the glass and murmuring to go to Xueguo.

And he filled her with spirits, cautiously afraid of saying the wrong thing.

All emotions are closed and suppressed as if they were swallowed sighs.

The two met by the fountain pool, and parted ways at the same place.

I love you before the beginning of the story, and I didn't say it until the end.

"Do you remember the gray pigeon."

The teenager closed his eyes, gradually substituted himself into the perspective of the broken lover, and played and sang for him.

The slender and powerful ten fingers covered the electronic keyboard, and the story slowly unfolded.

"It landed on the ferris wheel, watching the stars in the wind."

The chords are like railroad tracks groping for **** patchwork, carrying the sound of music on and off.

"The diamond necklace landed on the bedside table, and no one will get it back."

"You look like that pigeon."

"My eyes are beautiful, my neck is long, I just don't remember who I am anymore."

As the passage turned, bass and string music flowed in together.

The young man's voice was hoarse and depressed, as if he could not bear the tears that would not fall.

"You are on the top of the cloud, I am in the dust."

"It's all wrong to rub your shoulders."

He entered this state for the first time, like experiencing it personally, while adjusting the lyrics with the phrase, as if it were a creator who was away from the outside.

The wording must be precise and the feelings must be clear and profound.

Huo Jian was wearing the arranger and wearing headphones, and the sheet music paper was scattered all over the table. Ten hands were too busy.

The time value of each note should strive to fit in place, and the start and turn of the four passages should also be linked seamlessly.

His world has entered a completely black and white state, the sound of footsteps and conversation in the distance is completely isolated, and everything is left to the creation.

The binocular field of view is divided into five pieces. In the middle is the three tracks on the screen that are staggered and overlapped. The score on the lower right is the lower left manuscript. On the upper side are the split techniques and induction points previously written.

Like an on-site exam, like being repeatedly extracted from the soul.

Time is like a cold current in the deep sea holding him, and light and shadow sadly welcome the change of music. String sounds are tangled in ears, singing the dull thoughts of young people.

"It's a mistake, I should say sorry."

He took a deep breath and changed course, continuing to smile for another.

"Do you remember the gray pigeon."

"It's flying very far, far away, I can no longer see..."

Suddenly someone knocked on the table twice, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"Child." MiG smiled at him on the table and said, "Look at you staying here for a day, have you eaten dinner?"

It was the teacher who taught him piano and sing before.

Huo Jian didn't care about calling the teacher, he wrote the last piece of lyrics he just thought on the manuscript paper, then he stood up and looked at him.

"Mr. Mi, why are you here?"

"Do you know what time it is?"

He was in the composition room at eleven o'clock. Looking up at the time now, it was already half past two in the morning.

"Okay, let's get active first." MiG handed him the smoked chicken and avocado sandwich, accompanied by a bottle of freshly squeezed juice: "Will you not even eat lunch?"

Huo Jian was a little embarrassed to take it, and said thank you hastily.

"It was Koike who asked me to give it to you. He came over to see you in the afternoon and left when you were busy." MiG sat down and explained naturally: "I just happened to help my friend by this side. Song, one night in and out is quite curious about what you are writing-can you show me?"

Huo Jian nodded quickly, and finally felt hungry when he opened the carton.

He did not have any reservations, and told him a little bit about his general ideas and creative process.

A bite of smoked chicken makes people feel that their energy is constantly recovering, and the avocado puree has a faint aroma of honey.

MiG read the sheet music and read the lyrics twice.

Then turned to look at him: "For the first time?"

Huo Jian nodded, still feeling ashamed.

MiG asked again: "You wrote it today?"

Huo Jian continued to nod.

"Yeah kid-you didn't disappoint me. I pushed you with Uncle Jiang at first." MiG smiled and patted his shoulder, generously said: "Today is too late, you will hold the USB stick at six tomorrow afternoon Go to the office with the manuscript paper, and I will help you change it."

The boy was almost choked by almonds: "Did you push it internally?"

"Well, right." MiG smiled and said: "Did the little champion guess?"

Huo Jie wiped his mouth hurriedly, stooping and bowing: "Thank you, Teacher Mi, I can't believe it."

"I didn't know if the other teachers pushed it, but I pushed it with Uncle Jiang two months ago." MiG admired his tenacity and toughness, and he didn't mind helping icing on the cake: "I watched you learn to play piano before. The progress is very fast. Teacher Wei said that you are still learning guitar recently, right?"

Huo Jian is completely in a daze being smashed by pie after pie: "Wei... Teacher Wei?"

Teacher Wei who teaches dancing? !

"His nephew is also in the qualifier this time, but he is already thinking about other ways out." The young man smiled beautifully and was quite optimistic about the anonymous student: "I told you last time that the teachers are very gossip , I usually talk about the students I bring with me."

"Child, you sleep well at night, don't worry too much."

"Come on."

Huo Jian was still ignorant when he returned to the dormitory.

Teacher MiG will take the initiative to help me change the composition.

Teacher Wei also mentioned me to other teachers.

It turns out that Uncle Jiang was the first to interview me for a reason...

When opening the door and entering, Long Ji was wearing a nightgown while practicing the b-box against the water bottle.

"It's so late to come back today." He waved the bottle away. "I just washed the bathroom. It might be a bit slippery on the floor. Be careful."

Huo Jie responded obediently, put things forward.

After a few steps, I suddenly retreated back.

"Brother Long," he said straightly: "Mig. Mig. He praised me for making great progress in playing the piano."

Long Ji blinked.

Huo Jian is like his own brother in front of him at this moment: "Brother, they praise me."

Being able to be praised and encouraged by such a top teacher, he was already super happy. Although he tried hard to keep calm at this time, there was a little pride on his face.

"It should have been praised, not who you praised." Long Ji smiled dumbly: "Go take a shower."

-3-

After coming out of class the next day, Huo Jian took the manuscript to the MiG office.

The single room is close to fifty square meters. It contains not only a piano but also a blackboard, a row of bookshelves full of music and foreign instruments, and a picture beside it.

Originally, it was to help him revise the manuscript.

When MiG watched the gossip every day, he looked at all the kind young people who were kind and kind. He changed his face in a second during class, and even the gas field was completely reversed.

"Why do you want to drop b here? Do you have an opinion on drop b or yourself?"

"Transliteration is transliteration, and it's transliteration. When writing love songs, you can't cut the phrases and cut them so shredded. This is not a salad!"

"Hiss what you wrote-how did you get the full score of the music theory class? Boeing will not mess up with the subordinate chords. Have you ever heard the class?"

Huo Jian raised his hand against the spit star: "Teacher, what is Boeing."

MiG was furious: "Go and copy the music theory book a hundred times!"

"Teacher, there is really nothing written in the textbook issued by the company." Huo Jian blinked: "I can recite every page."

He happened to take the book with him, and he turned it out and took it out: "Look at it?"

MiG was also at the beginning of the lecture, took a closer look at the book, and found that they were still "Introduction to Basic Knowledge".

The young man slammed the book and sat back on the sofa chair to irrigate.

Huo Jian's expression of a well-behaved child stood beside him, remembering to remind him: "Teacher, drink it slowly, it is bad for your health."

"That's it." MiG was also a little embarrassed at the moment: "You learned this foundation of music theory, and it's too shallow."

"Students from the Zhenger Bajing Conservatory of Music have music grades to pass."

He wiped his hands with a tissue and got up and went to the bookcase to find an unopened textbook.

There are six characters of ‘Shidu Conservatory of Music’ across the head, and the title of the book is in the middle.

"National General Textbook for Social Art Level Examination-Basic Music Examination Course (Level 1 and Level 2)".

"Although this also writes the word "basic", it is also the basis of professional level." MiG said rightly: "I can't understand and ask me, according to your IQ, it should be fine."

Huo Jian took the calligraphy and thanked him, and was pulled to continue the class.

"Today I really want to talk to you about the difference between the main triad and the subordinate chord. Take out the notebook--"

It was 9:30 in class on Friday, and I went straight back to the sound-recording room to play and change to the computer. I fumbled and recorded a demo in the middle of the night.

When I woke up to Saturday, I just had time from 7:30 to 9:30 in the morning. I would change clothes and rehearse and dance later, and then take a car to the performance stage of Qingxi Road.

Huo Jian and Xie Lianyun lived for two months. They already knew the schedule of the former roommate. When he went to the door at eight o'clock, he brought him an incubator for breakfast. Osmanthus rice wine dumplings with a bowl of fried noodles and peas Cucumber sticks can not put coriander.

Chi Ji opened the door sleepily, his voice softly: "Huo Huo is here?"

Huo Jian raised the bag in his right hand: "Bring you the buckwheat dragonfish sandwich, drink some soy milk?"

"Woo, you are the best--"

There were no curtains in the dormitory, and it was dim everywhere, and the keyboard knocking could be heard faintly.

Xie Lianyun was wearing a bear pajamas to catch up on the manuscript, and he was all about killing me.

Huo Jian put breakfast in his hand, did not want to trouble him, said good morning and was ready to leave.

"Wait." Xie Lianyun still stared at the screen, half of his ears exposed: "What did you bring?"

"Jamjang noodle rice wine dumplings."

"Uncle Jiang said to control the intake of carbon water."

"So the noodles are soba."

"Uncle Jiang wants me to control sugar."

"So I added two spoons for you."

"Why did I add two spoons," Xie Lianyun pushed the keyboard and turned his head to eat Beierxiang: "I have something to do with me so early?"

Huo Jian confessed that before and after, someone stayed for two seconds.

Then, pushing the silver-rimmed glasses, the voice was cold: "You said you wrote a song?"

"Yes, the day before yesterday."

"Done writing today?"

"...So show it to you."

Xie Lianyun turned his head to look at Ji Ji: "Koike, have you heard that?"

"This buddy learned composition with me more than a month ago, and now I can write a song in two days."

Ji Ji nodded while holding hot soy milk: "But he is awesome, I believe him."

Huo Jian said seriously: "If you are busy, I'm not in a hurry--"

"U disk for me." Xie Lianyun reached out his face expressionlessly: "Have you brought the score."

"Bring a copy and scan a copy in the USB drive."

Xie Lianyun transferred the file out two or three times and listened to the demo he recorded while sucking noodles.

"...Do you think it's okay." Huo Jian wasn't very confident at the moment: "I did repair the details yesterday, but I didn't find much feeling."

Xie Lianyun didn't speak, turned on the lamp and read the score back and forth twice.

"Someone changed it?" He picked a pencil and circled two passages: "The technique here is obviously not for you, it is a veteran at first glance."

"Well, Teacher MiG gave me a make up class yesterday."

"Are you going to sing this at the reporting performance?"

"Not just singing this."

Xie Lianyun picked up a red pen and buried it in his head to correct it.

You can really see the aura and ideas. It is not that Shinma is brought to you by the rein, and the homework has been done well.

If I study for two more years in the future, I should be able to make an album with myself.

Xie Lianyun wrote quickly, thinking about the speed of catching up completely.

He deleted the extra notes while marking the scores in the blank space, and at the same time he could continue to talk with Huo Jian.

"If you want a complete performance on the 15th, you have to finish the mix."

"Piano string music alone is not enough, there must be bass, otherwise some emotions can not be pushed up."

Huo Jian was also a little bit embarrassed at the moment: "I am going to do it with computer software and I am still watching the tutorial."

Xie Lianyun stretched out his hand and wrote four modified reference notes, glancing at him in his busy schedule: "A thin halter top half philharmonic orchestra, you tell me you want to use computer simulation?"

"Beth finds Long Ji and calls Xiao Chi in harmony. His voice is crisp and can help you reconcile."

Chi Ji nodded happily: "I'm coming!"

Huo Jian stared: "Trouble you..."

"No trouble." Xie Lianyun coolly said: "It's really troublesome not to pull you into the regiment and put the straw bag in as a teammate."

At night, I went to Qingxi Road again, and the four of them just sat in two rows.

Bo Jujue only came back to participate in the spf's New Year's Eve meeting on the 31st, but received a text message from Xie Lianyun early in the morning, and the response was quite cheerful.

Then a transoceanic phone call came and trained Huo Jian to cover his face and face: "Is it still his turn to tell Xie Lianyun to tell me! You are my student and I will definitely help you, OK!"

Huo Jian counseled: "I don't want to cause you trouble."

When he finished speaking, he sneezed.

Bo Juyu's anger didn't disappear: "This sneeze is from me!"

"Long Ji pulled me every day and stretched my legs. I helped him. He didn't welcome you, but he was also kind. It's silly to live with him!"

Long Ji, who was listening next to him, immediately grabbed the landline microphone and hanged up after two or three sentences before he continued spraying. He looked at Huo Jian with a terrified look.

"This swan... I heard that I like nagging people." Big Brother murmured along his chest: "We still don't mess with it."

As soon as a few of them got out of the car, Teacher Lu rushed over with the program list.

"Longji-Longji, you guys and so on, hit the show!"

The company next door brought two groups of artists temporarily, and one of them just picked up the "Blazing Time" selected by the Dragon Blades this week.

"Why is it also a friendly company? It's not good to see if they win or lose with them," Mr. Lu hurriedly said: "Will you do anything else? I have a look at the alternative program list. I can avoid it. Avoid it if you open it, and you can’t avoid jumping next week.”

Huo Jian looked at two lines before and after, looking for one: "I will "This Wolf"."

Xie Lianyun raised his hand: "I can come here."

"What about you, Xiaolong?"

Most of Long Ji’s tunes were unheard of, and suddenly he was happy: “Lollipopluxury? Isn’t this a new song from the United States?”

"Yeah, just now, a lot of dance studios are practicing this song," Ms. Lu is not afraid that their four will be able to reorganize and reorganize. The pen has circled two songs: "Will Koike?"

"Yes," Chi Ji nodded obediently: "Teacher, please register."

Teacher Lu said a few thanks, and rushed to the preparatory group to rearrange the order.

Leave them four and walk slowly at the end of the team.

"Speaking of which," Long Ji looked down at the delicate and slender Chi Ji: "When you can dance but you are dancing, are you sure?"

The lyrics of the song are all yellow, and they are full of hints from the beginning.

Chi Ji didn't speak yet, Xie Liyun smiled instead.

"Long Ji, you have never seen him on stage."

Koike looked at it, and it was indeed a pure and well-behaved 16-year-old.

But as soon as he danced, he was completely the embodiment of humanity.