What's wrong with me promoting my girlfriend as a diva?

The trainees were discussing the song selection in full swing.

Huang Yushu had nothing to do, so she simply put down the microphone and wandered over from team to team.

She seemed to be listening carefully to the discussions between the players of each team, but in fact, from her stop-and-go steps, it can be seen that she finally walked towards the direction of Qiao Sheng's team.

"No, Brother Sheng, I don't want to play a monk!"

"What's wrong with a monk? Think about it. You use your energy to your whole body, then shout "Amitabha", and all the enemies around you will be shocked to death. How cool!"

"That won't work either. If you play a monk, you can't get married. No, no. Brother Sheng, you haven't said what you want to play yet."

"Me? I'm so handsome, of course I'm a villain. I have a Sky Frost Fist in my left hand, a Flame Knife in my right hand, and I can kick out a Shadowless Kick with my legs..."

"No, Brother Sheng, I think I should play the villain. Your villain role sounds very attractive. When the teacher adds special effects in the later stage, won't you be so handsome?"

"Zhou Cong, I found that you have an advantage."

"What?"

"You are ugly, but you have beautiful ideas."

Zhou Cong: . . . . . . .

As soon as Huang Yushu approached Qiao Sheng and his group, he heard Zhou Cong arguing with Qiao Sheng, and from what they were saying, it seemed like they were going to do some martial arts content?

"Qin Sheng, from the looks of you, have you already discussed it?" Huang Yushu couldn't help asking.

"Yes, it's already decided." Qiao Sheng replied with a smile.

"So which song did you choose?"

Huang Yushu was a little curious. Other groups hadn't even decided whether to sing and dance or sing, but they had already discussed it?

"We didn't choose any songs. We just decided to continue to do original works." Qiao Sheng said with a smile.

Original works again!

Huang Yushu was a little surprised, but soon relieved, and asked curiously: "What monks and villains you just discussed, are they related to this performance?"

Qiao Sheng shrugged and said, "That's not the case. Zhou Cong just told me that he has a martial arts dream and said that when he has the opportunity in the future, he must act in a martial arts TV series."

"We are discussing what roles we can play in the play." Zhou Cong interrupted.

"What about your original songs? What kind of songs are you going to sing? Lyrical or singing and dancing?"

Huang Yushu stood there, looking like she was going to get to the bottom of it.

Qiao Sheng shook his head: "We just decided to sing original songs, but we haven't thought about the content yet. The program team didn't stipulate that we should discuss it now, right?"

Huang Yushu shook his head and said: "That's not the case, but you have to hurry up, after all, the original stage involves a lot of things."

"Okay, we got it."

After that, both of them fell silent.

Qiao Sheng's meaning was very simple, that is, I have already agreed, you can go, right?

After a few minutes, Qiao Sheng turned his head and saw the pair of long legs wrapped in tight jeans still standing next to him, so he could only helplessly say to others:

"Okay, for this original stage, tell us your ideas."

Zhou Cong looked at Huang Yushu, then at Qiao Sheng, and said with a turn of his eyes: "Brother Sheng, we listen to you!"

Qiao Sheng smiled at Zhou Cong, thinking that you are smart enough, and he looked at others again.

"Brother Sheng, I'll listen to you too."

"Brother Sheng, you have the final say."

"Me too."

. . . . . . .

A circle of people all gave the same answer.

Qiao Sheng spread his hands to Huang Yushu, turned his head and said: "Zhou Cong, continue, where were you just now?"

"What did you mean by where were you just now?" Zhou Cong was confused.

"You play the monk and I play the villain!"

"Oh oh. Just now you said that I should play the villain..."

"You're talking nonsense, I didn't say that."

. . . . . . .

Huang Yushu stayed for a while and found that the style of the whole team was like this. She knew that she would not hear anything substantial if she stayed.

She was so angry that she stamped her feet and left.

"Brother Sheng, Huang Yushu is gone, we can start the discussion."

Zhou Cong saw Huang Yushu walking away and reminded Qiao Sheng who was still talking.

Qiao Sheng looked at him unhappily and said, "What do you mean we can start discussing? Haven't we been discussing all the time?"

Zhou Cong was speechless.

The recording of the program ended quickly, but the trainees were not in a hurry to go back and were still discussing fiercely.

The people in Qiao Sheng's team were the most relaxed and were the first to leave.

Anyway, the original stage and the songs were all done by Qiao Sheng, all kinds of

He will also design the stage layout according to the songs, so other team members don't have to worry about it.

They only need to do one thing well.

Lie down and wait for victory.

. . . . . . .

This time, after the groups were divided, the program team customized the courses for the trainees and began to teach according to the groups, instead of the original ABC grading.

Zhou Cong thought that Qiao Sheng was really just joking with him yesterday, so he discussed the monk villain for so long.

When he saw Qiao Sheng coming in with a wooden fish in his hand during class the next afternoon, he felt a little numb.

"Brother Sheng, are you serious? Do you really want me to shave my head and become a monk?"

"No, how can it be possible! Even if I want to, your fans don't agree."

Qiao Sheng smiled as he answered, and the wooden fish in his hand kept knocking.

"Then what do you want to do with a wooden fish in your hand?"

"Oh, this, I knock it and look for some inspiration."

Zhou Cong was very skeptical about Qiao Sheng's answer.

During class, he would look back at Qiao Sheng from time to time, fearing that Qiao Sheng would put down the wooden fish in his hand, take out a razor from his pocket, and give him a bald head.

Zhou Cong's suspicion lasted until the evening.

When Qiao Sheng took out the lyrics and began to divide them into sections for everyone, Zhou Cong was immediately furious when he saw the lyrics for his part.

"Brother Sheng! Look, you said you didn't ask me to be a monk, look at your lyrics!"

Qiao Sheng looked at the lyrics Zhou Cong pointed at and smiled, "I want to say it's a coincidence, do you believe it?"

Zhou Cong looked at Qiao Sheng's eyes, with only two words in his eyes.

Don't believe it!

Seeing his expression, Qiao Sheng laughed and promised: "It's really a coincidence. So, I promise you, if I shave your hair, I will shave my head too, and they can testify."

"Brother Sheng, if you can put down the wooden fish, it may be more convincing."

"No, I use this wooden fish to find inspiration for myself, don't be so sensitive."

After Qiao Sheng's repeated assurances, Zhou Cong finally believed it a little.

In fact, Qiao Sheng had already finished the lyrics and music of the whole song, but he still had some ideas about the stage design.

He was still thinking about what kind of stage he would present in the end, so he suddenly had the idea to ask the program team to play the wooden fish.

In the next few days, he sat there and played the wooden fish whenever he had time, and his posture and movements became more and more skilled.

The small wooden fish gave him a little taste of musical instruments.