Rebirth: Uranus Superstar

Chapter 23 Semifinals

At this moment, the sky is very dark, and patches of dark clouds seem to be pressed down.

Not long after, thunder roared and rain poured down.

In the sky above [-] meters, a plane flight from the capital to Xiangjiang was passing through Thunder at a high speed.

Ge Qingqi looked worriedly at the lightning and thunder outside the window.

"The weather forecast is not accurate at all!"

The passenger next to him complained, then put on his earphones, took out a magazine from his backpack and read it.

Ge Qingqi smiled, and suddenly narrowed his eyes, looking at the cover of the magazine in the passenger's hand.

She always felt that the characters on the cover looked familiar, so she tilted her head to look again.

Soon, she exclaimed.

"My brother Sen?"

Ge Qingqi was shocked.

On the cover is Han Sen's participation in the latest episode of "Xiangjiang Star". He stands alone on the stage, making people's nose sore.

The passenger next to him noticed Ge Qingqi's expression, looked down at the cover, and said with a smile, "You like Han Sen too?"

"like!"

Ge Qingqi nodded, and said hesitantly, "Can you let me take a look?"

"Take it!"

"Thank you!"

"Fellows, you're welcome."

Ge Qingqi read the magazine carefully as if he had found a treasure.

Gradually, her beautiful eyes became round.

"Brother Sen went to the live broadcast room of Hong Kong Music Radio's big coffee?"

"And sang a song? "Next Year Today"?"

"The CEO of Weilai Entertainment dug me out in public? Brother Sen refused?"

"This this……"

Ge Qingqi was stunned.

How many days have you been away?Is Brother Sen so hot?
She read it carefully.

Soon, I was attracted by the full text reports, and the more I read, the happier I became.

"Brother Sen is really coming out!"

Ge Qingqi was very excited, reading this magazine called "Xiangjiang Yuji", he couldn't put it down for a while.

If these reports are true...

The guilt in Ge Qingqi's heart might be relieved a little.

She always felt that she was the one who killed the Jinghong band. If it wasn't for her, the Jinghong band wouldn't be on the verge of disbanding...

After a long time, Ge Qingqi reluctantly returned the magazine after reading the entire half-page report on Han Sen.

"I also like Han Sen very much. I've been playing his "Years of Friendship" on a loop for the past few days."

The passenger next to him smiled and said: "I always felt that the big show "Music Star" was half dead. I didn't expect this show to have a good singer after so many years. Have you heard the new song?"

He pointed to Han Sen on the cover of the magazine.

Ge Qingqi shook his head.

The passenger sighed: "I didn't hear it either, but it seems to be very good. The boss of a big company personally called to invite Han Sen to join. Can fire, the potential is too great..."

Ge Qingqi opened his mouth, wanting to say that he was one of the members of Jinghong Band, but seeing that the other party didn't recognize him, he knew that he was Sen Ge's only fan and had nothing to do with him.

"Han Sen is indeed worthy of a lot of people's love!"

Ge Qingqi said with a smile.

She thanked the other party again. Seeing that the other party seemed to be talking more and more sideways, and there was a tendency to check the account, she decisively terminated the conversation and turned her gaze out of the window again.

There, the dark clouds seemed to be parting.

A beam of colorful sunlight intersperses among them, as if to bring light to the whole world.

……

Rongcheng City, Sichuan and Chongqing Province.

Zhong Juntao packed a piece of clothing and daily necessities into a suitcase, but there were still a lot of scattered items that could not be put away, so he asked a colleague in the same dormitory for a snakeskin bag, and put everything into a snakeskin bag bag.

Then he picked it up, pushed the suitcase and walked out of the staff dormitory.

"Juntao, do you really want to go?"

Downstairs, several colleagues who just met looked over: "You finally got this youth training opportunity, it's really a pity to give up now."

"It's a pity indeed."

Carrying the snakeskin bag, Zhong Juntao raised his head, looked at them, and suddenly said with a smile: "But there are some things that I must complete, and I will give my brother an explanation."

"Your brother? Is that Han Sen?"

"Friendship can't be eaten!"

"Stop joking, Jun Tao, do you know how many people want this youth training spot? You can't buy it with money!"

"Yeah, you have no way out when you go back to Xiangjiang now. Do you want to be a keyboard player for the rest of your life? If you learn the craft here, then you will have the opportunity to be a five-star chef!"

"That's right, this step of yours is too stupid!"

"Zhong Juntao, have you really made up your mind? Your father even specially asked me to take care of you more. Your sudden departure now will cause him a great blow. After all, he spent a lot of effort to send you in."

The voice in the ear is like a dream.

But Zhong Juntao's expression was as determined as ever, and a simple and honest smile gradually appeared on the face of that Chinese character: "Thank you, I know what to do. The path I chose by myself, I can walk through it on my knees."

Its voice was like a bell, and everyone was speechless.

Zhong Juntao picked up the snakeskin bag again, pushed the suitcase, and gradually walked towards the sunset under the eyes of everyone.

"Brother Sen, wait for me!"

Looking at the back that walks slowly but unwaveringly.

Many colleagues opened their mouths, wanting to say something, but in the end, they just silently watched Zhong Juntao leave.

……

It's raining heavily tonight.

Falling on the wall and the ground, it is like an evening drum and a morning bell.

Han Sen lay on the bed, listening to the sound of rain, and began to think about the future.

in case.

What should I do if I can't be on stage tomorrow?
With the constraints on his body, it is almost impossible to shine in this industry in a short period of time.

Whether it is the film industry or the music industry, it seems that there is no place for them.

Is it necessary to wait silently for five years, wait until the contract is automatically terminated, and then set off?

It would be too late!

The so-called standing at thirty, he doesn't want to wait until he is really 30 years old and still be as poor as he is now.

He thought about selling songs to relieve embarrassment, and thought about writing scripts, hoping to sell them for a good price.

But after all, I was still a little unwilling.

People are selfish, and he is no exception.

Good things, he didn't want to give them to others, at least he didn't want to give them to people who were not relatives or relatives.

He wanted it all.

Because he knows that at this stage, only he can truly respect and perform these works well.

Nobody cares what a nobody writes.

That night, Han Sen had no sleep.

He thought a lot, thought a lot, gradually figured out a general direction, and had a vague guess about the outline of the future.

……

The next day, the sky was clear.

The much-anticipated semi-finals of "Xiangjiang Star" finally arrived.

Spectators began to line up to check tickets.

Backstage.

Director Xu Zongze inspected the scene and gradually walked to the lounge with the nameplate of "Jinghong Band".

He paused, pushed open the door, and there was darkness.

"not coming?"

he asked slightly regretfully.

"I haven't come yet."

The field manager behind said nervously: "But I contacted Han Sen, and he said he will be there soon!"

"Everyone?"

"Everyone!"

Xu Zongze suddenly felt happy.

He was whistling with his hands behind his back, and he felt that his heels were a little floating when he was walking.

(End of this chapter)