After the crematorium of the bosses, I am the only beauty in the top class

Chapter 18
Extra training is of course a bad idea, but it can increase your exposure, why not do it?
Individual trainees do have an advantage over team players who can't get in the conversation.

When she wants to stand up, then go directly to it.

"OK." Lu Juanshu gestured to the teacher next to the stage, and the accompaniment started playing immediately.

This song is her winning track.

It is specially used in this kind of time when her first test is not good enough, and she must have one that can show her strengths.

The most taboo thing about this kind of show that chooses idols is the assembly line.What the audience hates the most is the puppet trainees who are pushed to the front of the stage by the capital because of the short practice time.

They have no strength, no dreams, are nothing, and can't say anything.

Good-looking ones will be called vases, and ugly ones will often suffer more bad reviews.

Others spray them just to get familiar with them, but people who really have dreams don't have the chance to stand on stage.

But even if they can be familiar, more people are forgotten, buried, hidden in the crowd like star dust, and they can't get anything.

Contrary to the face-swiping behavior that the audience hates, they are truly outstanding independent creators.

This kind of people fully embodies the involution of the industry.

Their strength is much higher than what is required by domestic entertainment. They only need to be beautiful, able to sing and dance, and they also have the qualities of an independent musician.

The audience loves to read Shuangwen's scripts, loves to create gods, and creates an omnipotent god in their imagination.

In this way, they will be in it and their blood will boil.

This time, what Lu Juanshu is going to take is God's script.

As for whether the god will be destroyed after the creation of the god, that is not within the scope of Lu Juanshu's consideration.

She needs a springboard, and she doesn't need to leave a name in history.

Lu Juanshu stood in front of the stage, smiling.

The second the music started, she restrained her smile.

The sound around the stage was turned on, and the sounds of zither and pipa came from all directions.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, the tiger roars and the monkeys cry, and people go to the empty building.Afterimages skipped, hurried footsteps, everything was silent.

The knife was unsheathed, and the sound of blood gushing was heard along with the woman's long voice.

"Three-foot sword..."

The pretty girl on the stage, who was as fragrant as a flower, became a knight in the next second.

She is as light as a flying swallow, walking on the rubble, her steps are fast, and her human form is hidden under the dome.

The moonlit night is dotted with stars, so silent.

The next second, the lights flickered suddenly, and a young girl walked towards the light.

She had a smile in her eyes, raised her brows lightly, stroked her sword, and her figure was like a knife made of willow leaves, dancing in the light.

The girls in the auditorium burst into exclamations.

"So handsome!"

"It's so cool!"

Not only the group of girls, but also several people in the instructor's seat were attracted attention.

"What a novel opening." The dance instructor Fang Ping touched his chin, "Vocal is also very attractive."

"Yes, this is different from her voice just now. It's too low, and the vocal range is also very wide."

Ling Xiaoyu lowered his eyelashes slightly, raised the pencil in his hand and gently circled the word "Su Juan" a few times.

But in the middle of the journey, the movement of drawing a circle froze.

He noticed that his eyes turned to Shen Qing who was next to him.

The man with mid-length hair and a deep appearance like a western vampire looked at him with warning eyes.

Obviously, Shen Qing noticed Ling Xiaoyu's actions, and also noticed that Ling Xiaoyu treated Su Juan unusually.

Ling Xiaoyu twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, and put the list back on the table.

The shallow traces around the word Su Juan did not disappear.

Shen Qing had doubts in his heart.

(End of this chapter)