The Idol Group and the Crown

When Huo Jian woke up, the morning light was still hidden in the sea of ​​tidal clouds.

He opened his eyes and looked at the chaotic sky for a while, confused, and moved again for a long time.

He was still sleeping in Pei Ruye's arms.

In fact, according to the recovery of the disease, the separation and cutting of daily life is very necessary, and it is not too difficult.

Huo Jian still can't tell him how he feels.

Love, infatuation, admiration, all kinds of passions that represent the true self.

Only when he was covered with black ribbon, he would mumble for more, and circle the man's neck to extend the time of deep kiss.

But that was not what he and Pei Ru wanted, they both knew.

The young man made a quiet half-turn, sniffing quite animalically.

The teacher is usually a marine perfume, and after receiving the lipstick, it becomes a white rose.

Shampoo, shampoo, and a touch of fragrance on the fingertips.

Therefore, if he sleeps for a while in his arms, he will be baked with a rich fragrance, which is also mixed with the hormones of the two.

Perceiving Huo Jian's movements, Pei Ru also reached out and stroked his cheek, expressing his inquiry in body language.

The latter flicked to indicate that everything was fine.

"Teacher," he knew that Pei Ruye didn't come back at three in the morning, and only whispered an explanation: "I'm going to take the students, see you at noon."

Speaking, I want to get up and get out of bed and change clothes.

Not yet sitting upright, Pei Ruye reached out and circled him into his arms, rubbing each other's cheeks half-dreamly.

The strength is not heavy, but it is enough to press the person completely on the chest.

Huo Jian's heartbeat accelerated at this instant. While feeling the other person's breath and warm skin, he wanted to ask about his thoughts again.

But the man seemed to be asleep.

He dared to kiss the back of his fiance's hand, and he was reluctant to leave.

So I looked at the silhouette of the man for a while in the twilight.

The nose bridge is straight and the neck is slender.

Clavicle, shoulder line, hair tail, knuckles.

Heroic and handsome, almost every inch is precisely stepped on Huo Jian's aesthetic point.

He couldn't tell whether his preference was a natural fit, or whether he was inadvertently attracted to it step by step.

Huo Jian lay on his chest for a while, feeling that it was not early, and kissed his fingertips lightly, rubbing his lips with white rose fragrance.

Then turn over and get out of bed, change the underwear and the tutor coat loosely in front of the floor mirror.

Pei Ruye was completely empty, looking sideways and half awake at his cool white back and waist, watching the arc of his bow when he bowed, and it took a long time to fall asleep again.

It was half past five in the morning.

The cafeteria has just opened, and most of the pastries have not been steamed, so you can only cook a bowl of soba.

But there are many trainees who are already filling their stomachs in a hurry, or walking away with toast buns.

They were quite surprised when they saw Huo Jian, their expression was awe that they hadn't had time to hide.

"Good teacher Huo!"

"Teacher is early."

"You have worked hard--"

Half of the time has passed, and there will be a live performance in four days.

This time 80 to 50 is cruel enough. The teaching assistants of the other groups are so busy that their throats smoke. The pressure of the creative group will only be greater.

Huo Jian brings two groups at the same time, but the situation in the group is completely different.

Group B has been able to reserve almost three minutes of footage for the program group, allowing the audience to enjoy the excitement in a catastrophic state.

There was no progress on the first day, and the leader election was difficult. After the election, we talked and complained, and then we did not have enough time to weep together.

On the second and third days, there was always more confusion than doubt. Even if Huo Jian and the teaching assistant have emphasized many times, there will always be someone in the team who will write half of the horns and modify them. First, they will be overturned in a short period, and then the capital will be negated. .

There are ten people in a team, and four or five abilities are thinking hard. The rest do not know what they should do, and indirectly do a little physical training.

Creation Group A witnessed all this, but entered the rehearsal stage on the third day.

——Being a good boy group, the existence of leaders is extremely important.

Fu is a gentle and sticky character like a rice cake next year. He usually looks like boiled water without any corners. When he really does things, his style is straightforward.

He controlled the time line very deadly, accompanied Bo Huan to write songs, and also controlled the schedule activities of other team members on multiple lines.

The first step is to set the creative order first, the lyrics are set, and the choreography and choreography. As the master controller, he also makes inquiries from three parties and becomes the captain who controls the steering wheel and takes full responsibility.

The second step is to start regular meetings and refinement when the prototype is gradually formed.

Lyrics, dance steps, melody, the three should run perfectly like gears that are cutting shapes.

As a mentor, Huo Jian controls the sense of boundary very well.

He will only give guidance to Group A when necessary, so that children can fully feel and understand what a boy group is.

Single combat and team combat are very different.

But for Group B, Huo Jian did not retain his nature in front of the camera.

He is harsh.

At the end of the first day, when there was no progress in Group B, he went to a meeting.

"Who is the captain?"

A good-looking teenager slowly raised his hand.

"Now what are you mainly doing? Has the core idea of ​​writing songs been fixed?"

Others stared blankly, and the captain of Team B was stiff.

Huo Jian didn't say much. He reached for an A4 paper and re-listed the time zone and daily schedule.

"All the time you have wasted today needs to be made up from the free space tomorrow."

"If you don't make up, you will be more burdened by the work plan behind you, and you can only bear the responsibility."

Some people in Group B were still looking at the excellent players in Group A during the meeting. At this time, they couldn't help but interjected: "But we won't."

"Yes, Mr. Huo, we don't write songs, seven days is not enough..."

"It’s so hard to write the lyrics. The captain said today that he doesn’t know what to do."

"Is nobody taught?"

"Yes, but..."

But it's so complicated that I don't want to learn at all.

Can't I just sing someone else's writing directly? I shouldn't have come to this group at the beginning!

Huo Jian's lips were silent for a few seconds.

"Today's course has been completed, and the process is very clear."

"What you lack now is not ability but attitude."

"Among the ten people, how many do you know what you should do?"

None of them raised their hands.

Huo Jian frowned and looked around, his eyes fell on the captain again.

"This is your dereliction of duty."

The teenager didn’t dare to stare at him, and he self-explained in embarrassment: "They are not willing to be captains, and I can’t help it..."

Others are also guilty and dare not say anything.

Huo Jian's eyes are slightly cold, knowing that these people are difficult to accomplish.

Unwilling to pay, unwilling to endure hardship, and unwilling to take responsibility.

It doesn't make sense to talk more.

The second when the camera caught his cold face, the sound of another person's inquiry suddenly came from outside the painting.

"Mr. Huo, we want to ask you about your soundtrack-"

Shi Jianian appeared not far away, and handed coffee pudding to Huo Jian in front of everyone in Group B.

The gray-blue eyes blinked with a smile.

"Could you please work more hours?"

In this way, he not only resolved the rigid atmosphere here, but also successfully abducted the teacher to his group to help.

As the cameramen walked away, the members of Group B collapsed on the table in frustration.

"What now?"

"I do not know……"

"Shall we change the captain? Does anyone want to come?"

"..."

Once Group A passed through the running-in phase, it absorbed the knowledge as quickly as a sponge.

Bo Huan's basic skills are solid, and Han Yang is also a compulsory student in the composition department. Both of them have small classes every evening to make up for their teammates, and many boys in other dorms come to listen.

Both Shi Jianian and Chen Yuanqing had a good dance foundation. On the first day, they arranged the entire dance for four minutes, and then tried to make adjustments.

Even the red deer who couldn't help at all ran before and after running, as the logistics department provided coffee stationery and check the timetable, and also helped to borrow several musical instruments.

Huo Jian passed over again and entered the working state of teaching while playing the piano. He spoke deeper and focused on the core.

A group of teenagers dazzled by the book while holding the notebook, and wished to use the camera to watch the video three times and review the video.

Although Huo Jian has played the piano many times in previous performances, he is more attractive when playing live performances.

There were a few groups of students in the classrooms upstairs and downstairs. When I heard that Huo Shen was on the 20th floor again today, I rushed over and listened to him sing.

——A group of 17- or 18-year-old boys lay in groups at the door of the window, watching this legendary character seeing a longing and intoxication.

While sneaking on the fish, someone suddenly saw something, and hula ran away as soon as he pulled his companion.

More people didn't have time to run, and Pei Ruye and Mei Heng, who were walking, came into contact.

"Mr. Huo is very handsome." Pei Ru also smiled lightly: "Be careful to fall into the window."

The boy nodded stutteringly. It was too late to run at this moment: "We just want to, learn to learn..."

"Oh?" Mei Heng glanced at his watch: "Is this ready to turn my class?"

"No-teacher, I really didn't climb the wall-you listen to me explain -"

There was harmony in the classroom, and no one paid attention to the excitement outside the window.

Huo Jian concentrates on playing piano lectures, and occasionally draws a few paragraphs of the lyrics they wrote, explaining how to modify and optimize.

As soon as he played the piano, he was a little bit crafty taught by Bo Jue.

Unlike an artist in this impetuous era, he is more like a gentle and rigorous teacher.

Several students lacked concentration, and after a while they looked at Huo Jian unconsciously, like a moth attracted by light.

The teacher is so good.

How can he do anything? ? Dancing or writing songs is strong, the throat texture is as clear as it is with its own natural tuner!

Mei Heng stood by the window for a while, then glanced at Pei Ruye.

The latter is still staring at Huo Jian surrounded by the students, and it's no shame to be stared at by a friend.

"Huo Jian is born to be a top-level artist."

He looked at the thin figure and his tone was unconsciously gentle.

"Dependency is strong, work is stable, ability is strong, and self-requirement is high."

"More importantly, the natural spotlight."

Can attract the lens, attract the eyes, attract the attention of the entire world.

Mei Heng leaned against the window and listened to that piece of singing, reaching for the old friend's shoulder.

"You're about to fall."

Pei Ru also smiled with help.

"Has fallen long ago."