Dad, please let me push alone!

She took out her pajamas from the closet, as if she was going to take a shower, and blocked the camera in the dormitory reasonably. Then she walked into the bathroom and looked at the man in the mirror whose smile disappeared and whose eyes were empty.

Why so close?

Why didn't you refuse?

Again, again, again.

Uncontrollable jealousy, unreasonable possessiveness, unspeakable sourness, unprecedented anger, and even... an almost irrepressible desire to destroy.

——It is useful to see Chu Yuanqing.

At least, the taste for the stage was immediately overwhelmed by more intense emotions.

Can not.

It can't go on like this.

Even if Xiao Shu's method can disperse this possessiveness.

But if you don't come up with a reasonable method that doesn't violate the principles before that, and try to open the distance between Xiaoqing and the others, your stage will be stained with dark impurities sooner or later.

No, still no.

Calm, calm, calm.

After Kirimi Yayoi finished reciting, she looked at herself in the mirror. She turned her head slightly, made a gun gesture with her palm, slowly raised it, and pointed it at her heart in the mirror.

Until now, under normal circumstances, the perfect interpretation would only be presented on the stage. Now it is like a surging tsunami, flowing and activated on its own, and even entering another subtle "flow" with the injection of a lot of emotions.

There was pitch black lingering at the bottom of her pupils, and her pink lips fluttered.

Immediately, there was a bang!

An illusory roar echoed in his ears.

The empty palm seemed to be holding a firearm, simulating the whole process of the firing pin hitting the bullet, causing the gunpowder to explode, generating a huge driving force, and sending out the yellow-orange bullet.

Crash, clatter.

In the phantom that only Yayoi Kirami can see, there is an unsightly hole in her chest, the heart has been passed through indifferently by a bullet, and the blood flower is blooming gorgeously like a rose, allowing the irritating gunpowder smoke and bloody smell to slowly linger in the nasal cavity. Burning coking.

So far, the severe pain has successfully wiped out the redundant emotions.

The bewilderment in his heart was crushed by virtual bullets in an outrageous form, and he forcibly relied on self-suggestion to calm down the boiling emotions.

"I haven't used it for a long time, and I'm a little rusty."

Kirimi Yayoi murmured.

She had been like this in the past. Before she really got on the stage, when she was bullied by her teammates, when she was exploited by unscrupulous companies, when she made mistakes on the stage, when she was so unwilling that she wanted to die, when she wanted to give up more than once, but she couldn't. When you give yourself permission to give up…

Perfect interpretation will be the biggest help.

Rather, it was not called perfect deduction at that time, but the embryonic form of perfect deduction.

If it weren't for this kind of distorted self-hypnosis, the technical foundation was laid bit by bit, and the perfect deductive method that can be forced to lead to "flow" on the stage would not exist at all.

But the more she got to the back, the tougher her id was, and even the time when she was forced to graduate could be constrained to only use it once a month on average.

And now, someone has forced out this morbid self-correction method.

Yayoi Kirimi brushed away the folds of the fabric on her chest, she approached the mirror expressionlessly, stretched out her hand to correct the muscles around her lips, and practiced smiling as usual, showing a perfect arc that had been honed over time.

in an instant,

The charm of this smile is like the mist blooming, giving people the beauty of early spring, and showing the warmth enough to melt ice and snow.

——I want to be the perfect idol.

——Want to reap sincere friendship.

The former has a rough road to harvest.

This has always been a matter of course in her mind.

But it turns out that even the process of gaining friendship is the same as the thorns you have to go through to become an idol. Is it so painful?

Yes.

Since it is something as precious as a treasure, if you want to obtain it, you must pay the due price.

As is the throne of idols, so is true friendship.

She was too naive, and she thought wrong from the beginning, so that she was afraid of the jealousy and possessiveness in her heart, and stupidly trapped herself in a strange circle of thinking, entangled in boring impurities.

But what kind of impurity is desire itself?

As long as we compare friendship with the debut spot, we can realize that this is an egoistic battle.

and so……

It’s normal to do whatever it takes within reason, right?

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Qiu!

Not long after Chu Yuanqing walked out of the dormitory, she bent over and sneezed cutely. She frowned in confusion, rubbed her upturned nose, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

has a problem!

Although it is comparable to the way of sincerity, and the intuition of predicting the future has been cut off, but through the rich experience accumulated in the past, she knows that Murphy's law is extremely effective in her body.

So, there must be something bad about to happen!

Chu Yuanqing became serious and thought hard.

If you think about it carefully, you have to rule out interpersonal problems first, then you have to rule out the possibility of an explosion in popularity, and finally... there is only the second rating that is close at hand, and the performance stage that follows!

When the girl read this, she felt a little guilty, and began to wonder if she had underestimated the idol and the stage. As a result, the current preparations were not enough, and some accidents might still happen, which would hinder these children.

do not care!If it really doesn't work, please ask Charlotte to go up and ask Tong Tiandai to help her!

Chu Yuanqing patted his face, stopped thinking about it, and walked quickly towards the practice room.

There is not much time left. If you want to perform normally on stage, you must at least be familiar with the breathing method and "candy" before, otherwise the basic singing and dancing will be difficult to pass.

And just when this person came to the C-level practice room, the audience who continued to pay attention to the developments here were all shocked:

"???"

"I'm so anxious, I'm so anxious, I'm so anxious, what happened?!"

"My soul of gossip is about to burn dry! Can Sherlock Holmes and Leeuwenhoek replay it?"

"Little Sakura is obviously here to find Qing Bao, and the dormitory door happens to be open. She will stay there for a long time before leaving. There are only two possibilities. One is that there is no one inside and she is waiting out of politeness; the other is that there is someone inside , and performed an operation that shocked her!"

"Sihasha, did Qing Bao put the Great Demon King in the corner????"

"Young wife Gong, correct, to the point, high-end yet elegant???."

Although all monsters and monsters will be clearly seen under the sharp eyes of the crowd, the resolution and viewing angle of the players' personal channels are very much like the surveillance footage in the security room.

Whether it is Kirimi Yayoi’s fleeting micro-expression, the white peach mud color lipstick on Chu Yuanqing’s lips, or the wetness of Xie Qingxuan’s hair when she walked out, it is difficult to see clearly from the scene that is far away and then close. .

This kind of operation can only be said to be an act of deliberate stoppage by the "Flash Dance" official in order to ensure the number of viewers on the second rating stage, and even the leading quality of the sideshow.

But the audience still eats this way, cursing and watching with joy.

After all... something is better than nothing, where are the other talent shows live?And where is there a live broadcast that can divide 168 sub-channels and give the audience luxury treatment for free experience?

"Flash Dance" gave too many details. If it was replaced by a normal talent show, the melon with such a huge amount of information would not be able to spread on the Internet without a few internal personnel's brain supplement transcription. Even if it did, it would be spread in a small range , may not be fidelity yet.

As for now, although we haven't got a glimpse of the whole picture, it is better than reality, and it has left enough room for imagination for several CP groups.

Various CP super chat sites and small groups of grain-producing wives are already gearing up. Presumably, fan fiction involving the husband's former criminal, Rip NTR, and Bai Xue's distortion will soon come out.

At the same time, the second evaluation of B-level players also officially kicked off.

And as expected by many viewers, even the first-A players who stand at the top of the pyramid among trainees and have accepted the most advanced black technology idol cultivation method, their overall performance is a complete failure, and the B-level players who are slightly below are not needed. Say more.

Dance strength, expression management, breath rhythm, physical strength distribution, lyrics and singing.

These are the basics that need to be paid attention to when singing and dancing on stage, and then can be extended to the detailed processing of some movements, the transmission of eyes and smiles, the enhancement and creation of atmosphere, and the expressiveness and appeal of the stage.

It is worth mentioning that even the big devil who amazed the audience at the beginning, the performance on the field is actually only limited to the so-called basics, and has not been extended to the later stage.

The reason why Xie Qingxuan's ability is overwhelming.

First, in a virtual projection that can be called an emergency situation, ensuring that all basic things are not made wrong is already a victory.

The second is that she detaches herself by sitting in meditation, presenting the most perfect basic interpretation, with a flowing, smooth and free aesthetic feeling.

The rest of the first A contestants, Ji Shuzhu's professional counterparts, can compete with her [-]-[-].

In other words, what determines the player's rating is actually how much singing and dancing they can do on stage.

Unfortunately……

"It sucks."

"Can they really dance?"

"Although I know that the pressure is great, I don't forget to open my voice, right?"

"Suddenly it brings out the excellence of the first person A in front."

"There's nothing I can do about it. It's because Sakura and Zhuyu are in front that they appear to be too crooked. If the Demon King came on stage behind Sakura, he would be judged and thrown off the altar."

Because of the huge fan base, malicious and mocking comments are endless.

But compared to this, there is more understanding and regret.

Everyone knows that there are many things that cannot be changed by hard work.

Even if you know the tricks of the second rating in advance, this kind of stage adaptability that requires accumulation of experience to grow, [-]% of the competition is the talent of the idol, and the rest is about the hard training in the audience.

Chen Yining may be an exception.

But this is the result of the capital and hard work behind it, and it happens to meet occasions where it can be applied, which is a personal opportunity that is difficult to replicate.

Furthermore, who can deny that she has no idol talent?

There are a total of 26 B-level players. As 70 minutes passed, many highly anticipated players also failed cruelly:

"Luo Chan is so miserable, she fell to level C."

"Cry to death, so does the sister I pushed!"

"According to this trend, how many Class A and B classes will be left in the end?"

"Pure cultivation of Gu is a yes."

And soon, Tang Liuli also appeared as a member of the B class.

The audience's expectations for her performance are basically negative.

Tang Liuli was indeed a talented child star who shocked the entertainment industry in the past, but regardless of whether her professional ability has deteriorated after so many years, it is easy to cause outsiders to criticize her if she straddles the field of singing and dancing that has nothing to do with acting.

Not to mention, her B-level practice room is broadcast live almost every day, and passers-by and fans have a clear understanding of her level. Even with her vocal advantages, she is only average in B-level.

To everyone's surprise,

When this seemingly gloomy and socially phobic beautiful sister actually stood on the stage and faced the virtual projection that was difficult to distinguish between true and false, she seemed to turn a blind eye to it.

With a well-regulated dance as the background, she used the emotional voice and skills as the output port, and interpreted the theme of "candy" in another ingenious way, and became the first winner in the B-level. The next A-rated players!

Tang Liuli looked down at those illusory lights and shadows. Her talent can recognize emotions, chew emotions, and use emotions. The gates carefully designed by Weaving Dream Rabbit are nothing more than boring blindfolds, and they have no effect on blocking the way.

The girl's emerald eyes were dark, and the mole at the corner of her eyes was attractive. She turned off the headset and whispered softly:

"Dead things without emotions cannot bloom at all."

Say it.

Tang Liuli dragged her trembling calf expressionlessly, and forced herself to kneel and roll on the ground in social fear. In the eyes of outsiders, she left the stage slowly with a sassy back that looked like a master, showing victory attitude of the recipient.

It wasn't until she entered the waiting room of the stage that she suddenly rushed into the bathroom, retched in front of the mirror and almost passed out, shivering like a quail. Fortunately, there was no camera in it, otherwise the bullet screen would be full of hahaha. paper tiger.

But for Tang Liuli, who is really fighting against mental illness and fighting against the nightmare of fear, this funny behavior can actually bring out a certain kind of morbid stubbornness.

time flies.

It took Tang Liuli half an hour to regain her composure. She forced herself to stand up, looked at herself in the mirror who was pale, gloomy and gloomy, but her eyes were shining brighter, and whispered like a dream:

"If you can't even overcome this level, I can't help you, right?"