The Idol Group and the Crown

Xie Lianyun is an arranging genius. He spends almost twenty-four hours a day in twenty-four hours a day.

According to this predecessor, the inspiration is a bixch running around, never catching the same one without catching it while drifting past.

So Xie Lianyun's desks and beds are in daily mess like ruins. A dozen books and CDs are piled together like a building block, and snacks and milk tea are on the table for 24 hours.

"Thanks to my bad stomach, otherwise I don't know what virtue to be fat." Xie Lianyun wiped his glasses halfway, suddenly turned his head and said: "What about my mobile phone?"

"You put it in the bathroom." Huo Jian took it out and gave it to him.

Xie Lianyun took the phone and said thank you. After thinking about it, he was at a loss and said, "Where did I throw my card?"

"On the shelf."

"What about contact lenses?"

"windowsill."

"Ho Blade."

"what?"

"Have you never forgotten?" Xie Rianyun looked at him: "I had this feeling before. It is impossible to learn so fast with poor memory."

Huo Jian hesitated for a few seconds, and intuitively believed that this person could be trusted.

"Well, this is my only advantage."

"That's it." Xie Lianyun wanted to say down, knocking on the dormitory door three times.

"Who?"

There is no sound outside.

Huo Jian walked over and opened the door, and came in two middle-aged men with smiles on their faces.

"Xie Xie, Xie Tiancai, discuss it again?"

Xie Lian snapped the computer closed and took a text message with his phone: "Go out."

"Hey, hey, don't be so unforgiving." The two men closed the door together and said in good words: "We also really want to work with you, you see the funds and publicity are absolutely in place, you write two songs for our artists Will it succeed? Any style will do, love romance songs will do!"

Xie Lianyun continued to play psp around the headphones, just as the two did not exist.

He was quite horizontal, and the two next to him were not only angry but also continued to laugh: "Our artist needs to practice again to sing, but if you can write two or three songs at will, will you sell us two?"

"Sell what?" Someone at the door said coldly: "How did you two get in?"

The two middle-aged men stood up in a panic. They didn't care about Xie Lianyun at this moment. They opened the door and nodded to the sound: "Ginger, Lord Jiang..."

Huo Jian remembered that this uncle was the old-fashioned agent who came in to pick people during the meeting.

Jiang Shuju looked at them condescendingly and closed the door again.

Xie Lianyun continued to play with psp, and he didn't care about the pleading apology outside the door.

"I'm a little curious," Huo Jian squatted down to clean up his shoes, and asked casually, "You and Bojue... Why are you here?"

Long Ji did not say for a while, he and Bo Jue should have already reserved seats for a long time, and there was no need for assessment.

When Xie Lianyun talked to him, Leng Bingbing's attitude changed again, and he changed from an arrogant arranger back to an ordinary teenager.

"Ah, it was Uncle Jiang who drove us here." He skewed on his headphones and half of his ears came out to hear Huo Jian's voice: "He said he wanted to develop familiarity with future teammates in advance, and help him see if there is any. suitable person."

Huo Jian made a move, back to the laces of the new string of shoes he had washed.

Xie Lianyun waited a few seconds, took off the headset and said, "Do you want to go up?"

Huo Jian put down his hand and turned to look at him, still very calm: "Think."

He looked directly at him and asked, "Do you think I have a chance?"

Xie Lianyun stared at him for a few seconds and continued to turn his head to play the snake.

"Protect your face, and continue to learn."

Huo Jian stood up holding the shoes, and said thank you very seriously.

He is now completely used to his days at the training base.

Practice dancing in the morning, playing in the daytime, and playing the piano in the evening.

There are crumpled second-hand high school textbooks in the library, and there are several missing high school and high school two, but it does not affect his understanding.

Huo Jian spends more time understanding the two things of dancing and singing.

Dance teaching videos have detailed decomposition actions, and many things need to repeatedly exercise physical memory.

But after practicing for a long time, there will be an illusion that the time is slower-

Two movements in one second can't be taken care of during the first practice, but after many repetitions, it seems that the body can control the flow rate of time and even complete four steps in one second.

He was studying the dance of the men's group with great enthusiasm, splitting and reorganizing all the movements before going to bed, and went through the details in his brain over and over again.

The rapid progress made Teacher Wei feel surprised. After class, he also specially took him to stretch out and do relaxation exercises.

"You are an artist, you must be careful and careful in line management." Wei Jie pressed his back and led Huo blade to relax his leg muscles: "Thinness is on the one hand, the calf line should be slender and beautiful, and practiced. You ruined your tendon, you know."

Huo Jian endured the pain with pain, and nodded for a while: "It will stretch later."

"The skipping rope should also be stretched, and the knuckles should be used to push the lines of the limbs at night," Wei Jie taught: "Your skeleton has not been opened, you must be more careful-have you seen the mask every day in the next few classes?"

Huo Jian pulled the ligaments violently and shrank back in pain.

"Come and come again." Teacher Wei knocked his head: "Don't pull it early, do you know it hurts at this time?"

Dance class is still a good breakthrough point, it is expected that the grades will not be worse.

Even if the temporary teammates can't keep up with the beat and formation, as long as they do their own points, they can get the corresponding scores.

Huo Jian has been completely focused on his own affairs in the past few months. He rarely makes friends and chats, and nods with them.

Although it is not integrated into the dance group, according to the screening rules, it is expected that the results will continue to improve.

He always feels that there is something reserved in the dance class, and more is actually evaluating their endurance and self-control.

Singing is really daunting.

In Huo Jiandu’s elementary school class, there were classmates shouting and singing karaoke on weekends. In junior high school, the New Year’s party and the Mid-Autumn Festival party also often have people singing on stage.

He has good ears and can hear walking and running. He has never made a mistake in this regard.

"No." Teacher Zhong shook his head. "Still not feeling."

Singing in the bar at that time, the teacher under the stage said so.

Now that mid-September is over, Teacher Zhong repeats this point again, and Huo Jian feels that he is under a knife.

——What kind of feelings do you want? ?

——Why is the trainee next to him singing higher than him? ?

Huo Jian rarely showed his thoughts on his expression, and Teacher Zhong laughed all the way to the end: "You are a robot singing completely, Huo classmates. Isn't singing this just following the rhythm and copying the text, do you understand?"

Huo Jian has been studying for so many years and has hardly ever said anything.

This time really planted.

"...I still don't understand."

Teacher Zhong called him to the office on the ninth floor, turned on the computer and called out several audio and video materials for him, and patiently followed the instructions: "So mobilize your inner emotions, treat your love, don’t give up, express all your emotions Come out-got it this time?"

Huo Jian tried to sing it again.

"...Forget it, go back to rest first." Teacher Zhong handed him a handful of information: "This helped me, I will look back and then teach you something."

Huo Jian lowered his head and said dully: "I didn't understand it, the teacher worked hard."

Teacher Zhong also didn't come up with a breath at this time, and for a long time he said: "You are very accurate in singing, and you can enter the top 20 without going out of tune or out of tune."

"But you can't be an idol if you sing without feelings. There is no future even if you debut."

He patted the boy's shoulder: "Ms. Zhong's ability is limited, maybe it can't be taught more specifically, please understand it."

Huo Jian bowed and hugged the document, and walked out to the elevator door for a few seconds.

The ghost messenger walked to the fourth recording studio.

The door was still open, and there was the picking of the guitar.

Huo Jian lightened his footsteps and stood in the corner listening quietly.

The familiar voice flowed out again, making him smile unconsciously in his eyes.

"...Oh,i'mgonnabewounded

I might get hurt

i'mgonnabeyourwound"

I will be your wound

The strumming speed of the guitar is not too slow or slow, and a singing voice like a distant voice came, and I heard a kind of unreal feeling.

The other party seems to be singing or telling, each word can be conveyed to the listener's heart.

Obviously this is a live practice, but the ventilation is so stable that there is no sense of existence at all, as if the ups and downs are all in one go.

"I'mgonnabruiseyou

I might hurt you

you'regonnabemybruise..."

You will be my bruise...

Huo Jian doesn't know how to split his no emotion, but he can fully understand every inch of emotion in his singing.

Clear and plain, gentle and deep, even the fading of the ending can make him hear fascinating.

He was separated from the man by the wall, but he could understand the emotions and characters he explained, as if sailors hiding by the reef listening to the singing of the sea monster.

When the song stopped, the person beside the wall suddenly laughed.

"Come in and sit down for a while?"

Huo Jian froze for a moment, twisting his head like a raccoon whose tail was caught trying to run.

"Don't go," the teenager looked at him: "Come and have a snack with me?"

The teenager had a delicate and gentle face, and shoulder and fine hair were carefully treated, and he smiled a little shyly.

Because he lived abroad all the year round, he spoke with some English accents, but he could hardly correct it.

"You called Huo Jian, right? I heard thank you for mentioning you."

Huo Jian didn't expect that the person who sang was such a beautiful and beautiful peer, and it was a little nervous at the moment.

He seemed to know who this person was.

...British accent, good singing, and no second person in this training base.

"Did I bother you?"

"No," the teenager motioned him to come around the corner and sit: "My name is Ji Ji, and I will train with you in two days."

Huo Jian found that the fourth studio was opposite his bedroom. The silver-blue guitar was placed next to it, with a waxy luster.

"There was an epidemic in Britain a few days ago, and Jiang Shufei asked me to observe here for a few days. In fact, it was not a big deal." Chi Ji pointed his finger at the afternoon tea snack on the table: "Come a piece?"

Huo Blade said thanks and took a small piece to eat slowly.

Tiramisu is dense and meticulous, and the sweetness slowly melts away on the tongue, with a strange warmth.

"You sing very well." He whispered: "It is the best song I have ever heard."

Chi Ji handed him a cup of tea with a smile, curiously: "What are you holding?"

"Vocal lesson work," Huo Jian showed him the copied manuscript, and was still a bit cautious while holding the teacup.

Ji Ji took one and read the song list from beginning to end.

"I'm not very familiar with Chinese songs," he asked curiously: "Is it convenient for you to sing a song for me to listen to?"