The Idol Group and the Crown

Huo Jian lowered his eyes for a moment.

He knew that he was only sixteen years old, and he did not have enough judgment on this kind of thing.

But whenever there is a better way, he will not face such a choice today.

In this case, it doesn't make sense to be cautious or not.

The teenager looked up and looked at Pei Ru slowly.

"You seem to be in a bad mood."

"Really." Pei Ru also frowned at him: "I know what you will face in the next few years."

"So I thought about it a few times, and you probably shouldn't have picked you up in the parking lot."

He didn't expect that the boy would be tough and strong to this extent.

——And they will meet here one day.

"Sacrifice." Huo Jian repeated the word again: "Almost everything."

"I am not allowed to give you any advice." Pei Ru also calmly said: "But I will accompany you in the future."

The teenager raised his eyes and smiled.

"That's good too."

He smiled as if Chunhe had melted, his eyebrows were brisk and gentle.

"Teacher Pei, thank you for being sorry for me."

This is the game condition. He accepted it for himself ten years later.

Pei Ru also remained silent for a moment, and told the things he needed to explain according to the process.

Huo Jian thanked again when he got up, and suddenly remembered something.

"Will those five people do this kind of conversation?"

"They." Pei Ru also held his forehead with one hand, and did not continue for a while.

The knuckles of the back of the hand are clear, and the pale blue blood vessels can be seen.

"...I'm used to it."

The Chinese New Year is coming on January 20th. On the 13th, the teachers gathered 19 people together, and everyone found a time to make dumplings.

On the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month, the sugar-melon sticks.

Some cooks boiled the maltose and cut them into short pieces of sugar. Each trainee divided two or three pieces.

This thing was considered a luxury in the old society. After all, ordinary people were poor at that time, and it was difficult to eat meat and sugar.

Now in the hands of young people, it is also a luxury.

Ji Ji and Xie Lianyun control sugar control to doubt their life, and they still have a sense of expression when eating sugar.

Long Ji confuses Chi Ji and Huo Jian with flour. The dumplings made by southerners and northerners are different. They are noisy and happy.

Dumplings prepared egg yolk shrimp stuffing and pork cabbage stuffing, the assistant teacher and several teachers also stayed with them for the Chinese New Year, and persuaded them to relax once a week and eat more.

Huo Jian was clumsy, and he spent half an hour with them to finish the whole pot.

The chef happily took the dumplings and took them to boil, and the others chatted around the table.

"There are still two days to go for the final assessment," MiG took a sip of the vinegar on Kuaizi and turned to look at the rising mist in the soup pot: "How do you feel?"

Bo Jue sat beside his laptop and was busy replying to the mail: "It's okay."

Xie Lianyun held the sugar while catching up the manuscript: "It's true."

Huo Jian thought about it and curiously said: "Will this be the case before the college entrance examination?"

MiG almost smiled and was poked in the face by Kuaizi: "Why did you suddenly go to the college entrance examination?"

"But it's really like that. It's really like when you debut." He said seriously: "That will be the most special day in your life, even more special than marriage and childbirth."

Xie Liyun looked sideways at Huo Jian and guessed what he remembered.

"When you and Koike reach the age of 18, you should still take the test."

Huo Jian stunned: "Not that..."

"I took the exam first and hung there for a while after I got the school register. It will be fine when my career fades out and I can read it slowly." Long Ji stretched out his hand and rubbed his head with Chi Ji, as if comforting his two younger brothers: "Xiao Chi must go Berkeley, Hoho's words..."

In Huo Jian's heart, a wave of longing suddenly appeared, his eyes lit up.

"If I don't have financial pressure," the teenager quickly said: "I want to go to Harvard to study."

Idols have an age limit, as long as they retire, they can regain their freedom, right?

Maybe these will not be missed, just waiting at the end?

Chi Ji made a long bang, and soon cheered up: "Then I will fly to the United States to play with you!"

"This started thinking about studying abroad after retirement," MiG said with a smile on his face: "It's so nice to be young."

"Dumplings are here--" the assistant teacher said loudly: "All come to eat and eat!"

Everyone swarmed up and fooled around together on a winter night, and somehow sang songs in the second half of the meal.

It was January 15 in a flash.

The personal reporting time starts at 12 noon. Most people get up at 6 am to change their clothes and do hairstyles and make-up makeup, and the sound engineer reconfirmed their tracks.

Huo Jian put on a uniform British style costume and raised his head to let the makeup artist dye his eyelashes.

"You look very white in this one." Miss Makeup Artist took two steps back and suddenly said: "Little handsome boy, shall I help you with a mole of tears?"

"Tear mole?"

"Your facial features have a sharp sense and a kind of offensive beauty." The makeup artist explained with a smile: "The sharp edge is too exposed, and sometimes the distance is too far."

She tapped the end of his left eye with an eyeliner and motioned the teenager to look in the mirror.

"With this mole, the neutralization is just right."

Huo Jian stared at himself in the mirror for several seconds.

Moles of tears are enchanted, like camouflage protection.

He relaxed somehow.

"Thank you."

Nineteen trainees sat in sequence, three examiners appeared in order, and other teaching assistants and teachers also attended, quietly accompany them to the end.

"From July to the present, it's really not easy." Aya is still the host, looking at the empty assessment hall with emotion: "You are selected from tens of thousands of people ---- By."

"Regardless of the final result today, I hope you will try your best not to leave any regrets for yourself."

The group report is a group dance.

There are two or three trainees who are so nervous that when they sing at half a mic, they have obvious walking sounds.

The teachers scored page-by-page without expression, and their eyes recognized everyone's hole cards like rays.

This is followed by a personal report.

The report came backwards from the 19th.

On the 19th, I chose to sing and dance. After the solo on the 18th, I started to become a magic. On the 17th, I also recite a thought draft.

When it was Huo Jian's turn to take the stage, everyone clearly raised his spirit and looked at him together in silence.

In the past five months, the rumors about the child have gone wild.

Every month can be called the ranking increase rate of the sky, and it seems that the terrible self-control of never resting.

At two o'clock in the morning, there were sounds for practicing the piano, as well as a skipping rope that could not be beaten.

To this point today, no one is a fool.

They knew what the teenager could do to win, and they knew what he could hope for.

"Good teachers, I am the 12th Huo Blade."

The teenager bowed deeply, remembering to look at the lens in the center.

"Today, my report time is ten minutes and it is divided into three parts."

"Piano solo, sing and dance performance, guitar sing."

When this sentence came down, not only did a few teachers narrow their eyes, but also some people started to commotion.

They knew that the child's learning ability was terrifying, but he never expected that he could reach this level in just six months.

And the arrangement of the program is also very ambitious-the piano is not placed in the middle as a buffer, but instead it is connected to the guitar and sang after the sing.

Huo Jian sat next to the grand piano, raised his fingers to touch the keys, and relaxed his expression and breathing.

Haydn's "First Sonata in G Major".

The sound of the piano jumped at first, like a white deer roaming the forest.

After a sudden pause and stress, the pace became more and more light and detailed.

The teenager has a relaxed posture, and his breathing and body ups and downs are very professional.

The **** of the left and right hands began to increase in difficulty, intermittently testing the rapid movement of the brain's nerves to different fingers.

The steady state of his wrist is not like a beginner at all.

It can't be too stiff, too much force will make the piano sound high and rough.

Nor can it be too loose, the notes will become idle and weak.

There is a degree of slack, smooth and smooth, and even the strength of the fingertips seems to have been precisely calculated.

Playing piano is not just about mastering musical instruments.

This reflects the player's sense of music, rhythm, and even his compatibility with the art itself.

Huo Jian has achieved the level of watertightness, which has exceeded everyone's imagination.

Uncle Jiang was listening quietly with sunglasses, and there was no difference between sitting and talking.

In the second row, a teacher couldn't help but quietly asked MiG: "You taught? Learn so fast?"

MiG shook his head: "How can I have this skill?"

Chi Ji listened to the piano sounds and raised his mouth slightly, smiling with pride.

The five-level difficulty repertoire was played perfectly. He got up and walked to the stage, and his sight briefly met Pei Ru.

Hot rhythm jazz sounded in the audience, the classical atmosphere of the previous second was disturbed and disrupted.

Quickly drumming and flashing, the teenager raised his hands and started to dance alone.

At the same time still singing in Kaimai.

He breathed in and out with ease, and he had a strong sense of explosiveness.

Even more amazing are these eyes.

Like a blade, like a white wolf, like everything in this world with a sharp edge.

A little mole of tears, but still wanting to say something, is coaxing everyone to relax their vigilance and being tempted.

Pei Ru also sat on the right hand side of Uncle Jiang, and he laughed silently for a while.

It seemed to be a compromise to him in the end.

At the end of the dance, the guitar was handed over.

The audience is already boiling.

Seven or eight trainees said that they had no room for comparison, and they didn't pay much attention when applauding.

——This is too strong, can anyone achieve this degree? !

Who else is more qualified to enter corona? !

On the stability of the typhoon, on his comprehensive ability and growth rate, no one here can be his opponent!

Huo Jian was still sweating thinly on his forehead and neck, but his breath had been leveled and controlled.

He adjusted the position of the capo, and said to the microphone: "The song below is composed and composed by me."

There was an uproar in the audience, and some people's mouths soon became o-shaped.

——Is there a special hand here? !

——Dude, how did you come here in the past six months? ! !

Are we really under the same teacher in the same company! ! !

"Thank you for all your friends and teachers for the arrangement, reverb, harmony, soundtrack, etc." Huo Jian looked at the countless fierce eyes in the field and bowed deeply again.

"The name of this song is "Wrong Meeting"."

He believed in picking the strings, and became a gentle and restrained boy from dancing to dancing.

Breathe gently and speak gently.

"Do you remember... that gray pigeon."

At the first opening, even Mr. Zhong, who was in charge of teaching vocal music on Uncle Jiang's left, suddenly changed his look.

He remembered clearly that the boy was like a robot when singing for three or four months.

The technique is simple, no matter the breathing method or the details of the bite, all can be put into place in about a week.

I just have no emotion.

——But today, Huo Jian is simply a completely different person.

Zhong Fengyu is a veteran lecturer. Because there are too many students to take care of, he can't break these things up with him from an academic perspective.

I don't know which expert directly taught him this fairly simple and crude technique, at least at this time and here it is completely useful.

The trick is called narrative.

The song sung itself is very storytelling, half of the lyrics have a picture sense and half a sense of confession.

This is equivalent to constantly narrowing the distance between Huo Jian and the audience, and also pulling Huo Jian into the drama quickly, entering his role in a second.

——Then use the full emotion of that character to conquer everyone.

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

The last two sentences are intertwined with string sounds, like a sigh that is difficult to put down.

Xie Lianyun sat at a high place, concentrating on watching his plucking and singing, knuckles unconsciously patting him.

The performance is great.

The piano and bass were helped by Bo Yuelong, and the mix brought himself to cut and modify it repeatedly until two o'clock in the morning.

All musical sounds are resonating and overflowing, and are conveyed to everyone's heart by full feelings.

Without any flaws, it is really terrible.

When the last tail drifted away, the time was exactly ten minutes.

Huo Jian got up and put on his guitar and said seriously: "Thank you teachers and classmates for your care. My report performance is over."

He walked down the stage in response to the applause, and his heart was calm and peaceful.

Something has finally been merged and accepted, and is living with him.

-2-

The result is probably on the 16th.

On the 16th, Huo Jian was restoring sleep, from 8 o'clock in the evening to 10 o'clock in the morning, like drinking more fragments.

He was stuck in the quilt like sinking into the deep sea, his breathing became faint and faint.

When I was sleeping, I didn't have any dreams, and even the subconscious mind was trapped to death and was sleeping fast.

Long Ji finished eating casual meals at ten o'clock in the evening and came back to touch his snoring pulse. Bo Ju came over in the evening and came to the door twice in the morning and almost called the team doctor.

"Isn't this the last day on the road that fell into the quicksand river?" Long Ji was almost stopped by the child who was pinched by the child, and was stopped by Xie Lian's eyes. "They are growing up, what's wrong."

"I understand the truth," Bo Jue frowned. "He has been sleeping for almost 14 hours."

It took Huo Jian a few moments before moving his fingers like a vegetative man. His limbs were all numb with the root of his tongue.

"Wake up?" Long Ji sat on the bed and poked his face: "Is there a little dragon girl in the Liusha River?"

Huo Renfan was sitting on the edge of the bed, his voice dumb.

"what time is it?"

"Ten o'clock in the morning." Xie Lianyun said in a long voice: "You have slept in class."

Huo Jian jumped out of the bed and rushed towards the door. Xie Lianyun caught it and threw it back into the quilt.

"This is really stupid." Yun Brother coolly said: "Today on the 16th, no class."

Huo Jian's hair slept into wool curls, and said in a daze: "Is the result out?"

"Not yet. You have a video interview at two o'clock in the afternoon. Wash your face quickly."

This interview is not a joke. It seems that someone from the company headquarters has arranged. The twenty trainees, including Mei Shengyao, are said to have to be recorded again. Some people are responsible for recording and interviewing.

Huo Jian remembered yesterday's performance on the way to make-up, and originally thought it was a tenure, and then there was a little bit of frustration.

He thought about sitting on the makeup bench for an hour, almost poked into his eyes by mascara.

"It's almost ready." The male make-up artist is like coaxing a child: "Hair spraying water for your hair, wait."

Huo Jian blinked at the mirror, trying to make a mole of tears with an eyeliner.

"Yeah, it's pretty smelly," the male make-up artist smiled. "It's okay, put your face on."

He didn't want to look good, but for some vague security.

The interview room is not too big. There are lighting panels at all three corners, and a pure blue background is set beside the sofa.

At the front is Chi Ji, who can vaguely hear English conversation.

Huo Jian leaned against the sofa and waited to fall asleep again. When he was half asleep and half awake, Chi Ji handed a lemon-flavored lollipop: "Long wait."

The young lady who was responsible for the interview was very friendly and remembered to prompt him to answer questions by looking at the camera.

Huo Jian participated in this kind of interview for the first time, and was more cautious in answering questions about himself.

Fortunately, the problem is to talk about things like living habits, learning hobbies, etc., without deliberately making things difficult for him.

"Our routine session is to invite you to chat with yourself ten years later." The host smiled and said: "Relax and talk about anything."

"Self after ten years?" Huo Jian looked at her and then to the camera, failing to organize the language for a while.

How is this a bit like writing a temporary composition.

He adjusted his sitting position towards the camera and couldn't help laughing.

"I'm a little nervous, cough."

"Hello me ten years later." He tried to relax himself as much as possible: "You are twenty-six years old at this time."

"Twenty-six years old...should be still in the golden age of idols, not until the end."

"I am still waiting for the result now, and I don't know if I can join corona."

The teenager took a deep breath: "If I enter, I hope that Corona will shine like a real crown ten years later, and will never fade."

"I also hope that the feelings of the six of us will always be very good. When I watch this video again ten years later, I am drinking with a smile." Huo Jian smiled a little embarrassed: "Although I have not contacted the sixth person , But he must also be very good."

The host said softly: "Ji Ji said the same thing just now."

"Hahaha, can this be revealed?" Huo Jian smiled: "I knew Koike liked us."

I also like each of you.

"Any thoughts about yourself other than the expectations of the combination."

"How to say, I hope I can maintain the habit of reading and studying in ten years, and don't become a boring adult."

"If you encounter difficulties in the future, do you have anything to say to him?" the host asked.

Huo Jian didn't expect that he had to worry about himself in advance ten years later. He glanced left and right, borrowed pen and paper to write four words, and presented it in front of the camera.

"Eight Winds Don't Move"

He wrote Liu Shu, his strokes were balanced and thin, and he was sharp and sharp.

The word is like a person, the whole body is scattered with sharp edges.

"Prosperity, decline, ruin, reputation."

"Weigh, sneer, bitter, happy."

The teenager looked directly at the camera, his voice somber and powerful.

Even the pupil eyes are full of vitality.

"Four shuns and four reversals, the eight winds stay still."

"Huo Jian, don't forget your heart."

When the shooting was over, the host also took out a small book and smiled and asked him to sign it as a souvenir.

"You will be red in the future, this small book may be the limited collector's edition." She half-jokingly said: "Come on, handsome boy!"

Huo Jian nodded his thanks and returned to the dormitory along the afternoon sun.

The results of the trainees are coming out one after another.

Although most of the dozen people could not be selected, they were noticed by other agents during the training, and they were early invited to discuss the new signing plan.

This is actually quite a good choice, and may be more suitable for their different characteristics.

A part of them received the elimination text message that evening, and started a new training plan according to the previously signed contract, preparing to continue their savings and cultivation, waiting for the next opportunity to come.

The two-storey dormitory building was in chaos again. Chi Ji Xie Lianyun changed their rooms again in response to the request, looking for headphone pad tuner everywhere.

This time, Bo Jue really gave up his packing and asked two assistants to help him organize the newly purchased five Russian matryoshka and a succulent potted plant on a window sill.

Long Jia leaned against the door and said: "Master Bo Xiao really loves to buy things."

"I'll say it again." Bo Jue said with a blank expression: "It's not that I bought too much, but the dormitory on this floor is too small."

"Are you going to move to another building?" Huo Jian helped push the box and rescued a ceramic rabbit that fell off the table.

"Go to the 17th floor." Bo Jue wink at him: "The whole floor will be ours by then, not bad."

Huo Jian can't see how powerful this is for the time being.

He waited from the 16th to the 20th, and indeed waited until the New Year.

Long Ji followed him for three days. On the last day, he was called back to eat New Year's Eve by his family's serialized call, and he almost took him to the Dragon's house.

Huo Jian went to the hospital with Aunt Lu for the afternoon on the day of the New Year, and bought many fruits for the doctors and nurses.

When he returned to the company, he saw the familiar figure standing at the door.

A bunch of keys is still in his hand.

"...Mr. Pei?"

Huo Jian thought he was wrong, and he was not sure when he called him out.

"I just wanted to call you." Pei Ru also wore a silver-blue trench coat, and her new hairstyle is a popular c-type hot curl that is popular in the United States.

"The first thing is that we have settled the loan sharks of your family, and even if your father borrows money in the future, you will not need any legal responsibility."

The teenager's brain buzzed with this sentence, even wishing him to repeat it again.

"This is not a surprise."

"If spf can't even handle this kind of trivial matter, I don't need to be confused in the industry."

Pei Ru also approached Huo Jian, and at this moment the silhouette changed back to a 19-year-old boy.

"The second thing is... open your hands."

Huo Jian reached out his right hand subconsciously, and his palm just caught a golden key.

"In the future, corona will be your new home."

He smiled, his voice warm and relaxed.

"Happy New Year, little classmate."