Chapter 50: 50th

Huo Jian's daily life is very stable, and sometimes even Uncle Jiang can cheat, always makes him think that he is a mature artist in his twenties.
It's rare to show a bit of a teenager's mood, but there is a kind of indescribable cuteness.
Pei Ru didn't persuade too much, carrying the car key and going outside: "Put on your jacket and it's windy outside."
"Teacher, where are you going?"
"stadium."
Huo Jian grabbed his coat and chased it, feeling embarrassed: "You don't have to go there deliberately, tomorrow..."
"After two days, you will need to go up to the sky together." Pei Ru also stopped and waited for him to come over: "You have a trip in advance today, and then you will have the bottom of your heart before them."
The teenager froze for a moment, thinking that this was the case.
You can't show any cowardice in front of your teammates.
After class, it was already 9:30 in the evening, and then I drove over to 10 o'clock.
The Shidu Gymnasium is still brightly lit, and cargo trucks come in and out with scaffolding and other steel, and the workers shouted and carried the equipment forward.
When Pei Ru also got out of the car, he hung up his work permit and led Huo Jian into the road.
Along the way, large and small staff stopped to say hello.
They may not know Huo Jian, who just debuted, but when they met the regulars of the concert, they all called Pei all respectfully and respectfully.
Pei Ru also nodded at will and took the teenager to familiarize himself with the distribution of different areas.
"You will sing on this stage later."
The snowflake-shaped three-story revolving stage has not yet been set up, and now looks like a bird nest with weeds on the branches of the park.
"There are a total of six points on the lifting platform, and the ace yellow label area is for guests to get on and off the stage. The host is selected by your group in the cue process."
He clearly only used the choreography for the concert, but he also clearly and transparently dispatched hundreds of people.
Huo Jian followed behind Pei boss like a little assistant, and suddenly his heart was settled.
The main stage and the side stage are still under construction. For safety reasons, they just looked around and went to the elevator entrance on the west side of the stadium.
"This machine will be decorated as a rose cloud, holding you around the field to sing." Pei Ru also stood at the center of the high platform and leaned over and handed him the hand: "Come up and see?"
Huo Jian nodded vigorously and reached out to take advantage of it.
The man's hands are sharp and dry, with some thin cocoons.
At the moment when they stood firm, the staff under the platform raised the intercom dispatching console, and the rocker arm of the mechanical platform roared, lifting them up continuously.
Suddenly, the night breeze speeded past and slapped on the face like an invisible curtain.
Huo Jian clasped the railing with both hands, once again controlling himself to face all fear and tension.
He took a deep breath and stared straight ahead, daring not to look down at all.
The man stood next to him and sent two messages to his subordinates. The laces on his clothes fluttered in the long wind.
"Stand for a while." Pei Ru also said lightly: "The wind is high from the top."
The teenager did not dare to let go of his hand, nor did he dare to imagine how he sat in the cloud and waved to the stage to sing.
He had to find some topics to divert his attention, trying to ignore the inexplicable sense of panic.
"Do other artists often perform at high altitudes like this?"
"Well, but they are basically single, and it will be much more difficult."
Pei Ru also seemed to just hang out on the street, relaxing by the railing.
"Feng Jin only left himself with a two-pedal pedal at that time, and flew three rounds around the field with one hand on the support rod." He tuned out the video of his mobile phone to show him: "Some people from abroad also sit on a high-altitude swing and play Sing on the guitar."
In the video, tens of thousands of people looked up and shouted, a singer in the night sky shook like a star, and a streamer robe was like a fairy.
"There was fear of heights before Feng Jin, and finally I forced myself to pass that level."
"During the rehearsal, her psychologist and health doctor were on standby, and everyone was nervous."
Huo Jian recovered, and his knuckles clenched again.
He was inexplicably reluctant to lose, even his predecessors.
"Look down." Pei Ru also calmly said: "Everyone will look at you."
The teenager closed his eyes and paused for a few seconds before finally bowing his eyes and opening his eyes.
They stood at a height of thirty meters, everything in the stadium was small and clear.
In the distance, the lights interlace and smear like a psychedelic fog. In the distance, the night scene of the city is like a star trail in the dark, all running forward.
The gusty wind screamed again, Huo Jian slowly released his hand and stepped away from the support.
Pei Ru also raised a hand in vain for him to stabilize the center of gravity at any time, with a smile in his eyes: "Are you afraid?"
"Don't be afraid." The boy's eyes glowed: "It's good here."
"It's addictive to stay in a high place for a long time." Pei Ruye nodded: "Commonly come later."
"Teacher," Huo Jian turned to look at him, and finally found the feeling of being flat on the ground: "You will also watch me sing under the stage?
"Yes." Pei Ru also looked at the position of the infield guest seat, and was free to blow against the railing.
"I'm there and I will always see everything ending."
When Huo Jian went back, he felt more at ease.
He passed all the elevators around the field, and he also remembered the emergency passage clearly.
The lights of the city appeared in his sleep, and he was at the highest point of the floating sky, reaching for the stars.
The teenagers walked through the nine dances, and finally recovered from the state of feeding animals to cook and being watched by fans every day.
The concert is expected to have an hour and forty minutes. In addition to the twelve songs on the album, there are solo shows with four guests and six members.
Corona has only released one album at present, and the works will accumulate more and more in the future, and it may not be possible to sing in two and a half hours.
Before leaving, Huo Jian sent the current version of the flow chart to each of them and sat in the co-pilot position to explain the situation: "Uncle Jiang is still talking about fireworks with the manufacturer. Boss Pei went on a business trip abroad. We go through the process."
When they are familiar with the venue, the closed training will begin to increase in intensity. In the first half of the month, there will be a group of six people dancing and solo programs. In the second half of the month, they will go to a larger dance studio to train with the dance group. .
"Today is going to heaven?" Xie Liyun is in a good mood: "Bo Jue still nervous?"
Bo Qiuwo was silent in the corner.
"Wait for Xiaobo to stand in the middle," Huo Ren comforted: "We will jump first if we fall."
"Is there a seat belt?"
"Yes, it will hold the waist."
"Isn't it enough to fix the waist?" Bo Jue whispered to his knees: "If you can't do it, you have to put it on..."
When they stood on the high platform again, everyone surrounded Bo Qiu at the center, beckoning the staff to slow down when they took off.
Mei Shengyao was curiously looking to the left and right next to the railing, and Chi Ji also had a bit of a panic, dare not look down with a white face.
The platform continues to lift upwards, and then it expands clockwise.
"Ahhhhhh—"
"Slow down slowly!!"
Several people screamed subconsciously, and then clenched the armrest and dared not move.
"It's too tall!" Xie Liyun suddenly felt his legs soft when he looked down. "This sings a ghost song, and it's all wavy..."
Long Jishun helped Bo Ju to hold his long hair: "Stand firmly, the more you shake, the more afraid you will be."
Bo Jue tightly clasped the railing tightly and stuck his hand on Huo Blade's left wrist in shock. "Captain? Are you not afraid of the captain? You don't need to help?"
"Fortunately." Huo Jian sincerely said: "In fact, the sky is pretty good."
"The captain is so suffocated." Mei Sheng also began to panic when he reached the highest point. He grabbed the railing with one hand and hugged Huo Blade's right arm with one hand: "Let me lean again!"
Then a gust of wind blew, and the platform shook slightly.
Everyone: "Ah, don't shake it!!!"
The staff greeted from the intercom: "It's down, maybe a little bit faster."
The crowd hugged tightly: "Help, slow down, don't work--"
When I came down again, Bo Ju and Chi Ji held each other on the bench next to each other for ten minutes.
"It's too difficult." Bo Jue murmured: "I'm too difficult."
Don’t rap, it’s totally impossible to manage your expressions.
Huo Jian sat next to them and handed them hot water: "Go slowly."
"Thanks to the fact that a few of you are standing next to you," Bo Jue whispered: "Tell me to go shopping around alone, and I have to perform a faint."
"Now the venue has not been fully installed, try again when Yun and the crown are installed." Long Ji handed him the comb of the horns: "Come on."
Ji Ji lowered his head and sighed, "Seniors are too powerful...how did they do it?"
Mei Shengyao has slowed down this time, his eyes bright: "I want to try again!"
After they were familiar with the site scheduling, they returned to the 17th floor again.
The days seem to be back to the year when I was a trainee. I practiced dancing in the morning and songs in the evening, and had to prepare my solo program.
Time began to pass by quickly.
Corona exploded this year, and guests at the concert chose to have both seniors and younger generations.
After comprehensive consideration of spf, Feng Jin and Qi Lin were selected as the predecessors to come to the show, picking a female group and a rock band to intersperse the performance.
On the one hand, it is indeed drainage and mutual assistance, on the other hand, it is also to give them six sufficient time to rest, drink water and change clothes.
A large number of teams went to the 16th floor of Block g to gather, and temporarily borrowed boss Pei's venue to communicate with them.
Huo Jie led the itinerary to prepare to go upstairs, and saw four or five dressmakers pushing the hanger into the elevator.
The freight elevator is full of stuff and still moving things. They can only borrow the passenger elevator used by entertainers.
Qi Lin stood at the elevator door and waved his hand when he saw him: "I haven't seen you for a long time."
"You have grown taller." Huo Jian smiled: "Sorry, I guess it will take a while."
Qi Lin tilted his head holding the incubator and looked at him: "Does Huo eat elbows, my mother just stewed."
Huo Jianhou later realized that he had habitually blocked this taste, and then suddenly he recovered, and the thick fragrance of his elbow began to jump into his brain.
He swallowed hard: "No, thank you."
He hasn't touched oiliness in a year and a half.
Qi Lin responded with a pity: "I had to control the oil and salt before the concert. I forgot."
Huo Jian suddenly felt that the time became extremely long.
Waiting for this gap in the elevator, he even began to tell what was in the stew elbow.
Rock candy, cloves, star anise, cinnamon...
The elevator clanged open, and three other costumers rushed over with the full car boots: "Wait!"
Qi Lin held the stew elbow and let go, waving amicably: "You go first, I'm not in a hurry."
Huo Jian just left a god, did not squeeze in.
This means he needs to continue to stop for five minutes.
The elbows are still hot and fragrant enough to make people irrational.
"Hey, my agent is always staring at me not to eat," Qi Lin stroked the lunchbox like pets: "You can control sugar, even if salt can be controlled casually..."
Huo Jian began to consider whether he should climb the stairs.
Climbing the stairs is good, exercise is still clear of desire.
The sixteenth floor is not high.
Why is there something in this elbow so fragrant? ?
The third elevator went downstairs, and three more designers pushed the jewelry box and bowed to them with regrets: "Can you..."
"Can be." Qi Lin smiled and said: "You go first."
When the elevator door closed, the boy remembered that his elbow was getting cold, opened the lid and smelled it.
Huo Jian felt that his brain was deep fried by sesame oil, and turned and walked to the safe passage: "I'll go up first."
Uncle Jiang just hurried over, and the elevator to the door opened in response: "Where are you going, why haven't you got upstairs yet?"
Huo Jian walked into the elevator with them in a halt.
Qi Lin waved and said hello: "Uncle Jiang!"
"Hey, did your mother give you another elbow?" Uncle Jiang lifted the lid and looked inside: "Has half of the chicken still marinated?"
"There's nothing to do in the second half of the year. You can eat more." Qi Lin handed him a quick son: "Uncle Jiang will try a piece?"
"Then I'm welcome-just try one."
Huo Jian closed his eyes and waited on the 16th floor to test how long he could hold his breath.
After controlling salt for more than half a month, it is not so difficult to survive.
Everyone on the 16th floor was changing clothes lively, and saw the captain walked in with a blank expression, smiling and saying hello to him: "How can the captain go on for so long?"
It was only then that the costumers realized that the little handsome boy was his own client, and he panicked and paid him not.
"It's okay." Huo Jian smiled reluctantly: "I'm a little hypoglycemic, it's not related to the incident just now."
At this time, the whole place was full of mobile hangers. The costumers rolled their tape measures to try on their coats and changed clothes. Jiang Shu looked at him with a cigarette in his mouth, just like a large dress-up game scene.
"This fur looks good. Let's have a set."
"The coat flashes, and a set comes."
"Uncle, how hot is it in mid-August and you don't know..."
"Also." Uncle Jiang twisted his head and instructed: "The fur is thinner, and you still need the white fox fur."
Huo Jian wears whatever he sends to the company. At this moment, he goes to the dance room next door to practice dancing. He doesn't plan to pick a fish for the afternoon.
There was a new entertainer packing up in the dance room, and when he saw him, he respectfully called his predecessors.
Huo Jian made a move, wondering: "What are you tying on your arms and legs?"
"Sandbags." The small artist scratched his head and smiled: "Dancing is not light enough when dancing, and it will feel much better after being tied up."
"sandbag?"
Huo Jian had never heard of such a training method before. After receiving the props they handed over, he tried to tie a few to himself.
Suddenly there was a sense of falling weight on the limbs, and the movement became slower when dancing.
"It's good to get used to it." The little artist laughed: "Now I'm used to weight, and I can control my muscles very well after I dance."
"This set will be sent to Brother Huo, let's go~"
Huo Jian subconsciously said: "I'll buy it myself, don't have to give it away."
"It's okay, seniors cheer!"
Huo Jian tried to dance with the sandbags for half an hour, and when he was done, he unleashed and danced again.
It really works.
He vaguely felt that he had found a trick and retied his limbs to continue training.
I already knew that I started to bear weight last year. Do I have to tie two when I run...Is it just an additional strength training?
Bgm put it in half, and Pei Ruye and Wei Jie successively pushed open the door and walked in.
"So the group of amv—"
Wei Jie said that he suddenly stopped halfway, and coughed quickly when he saw the sandbag on Huo Jian's body.
Huo Jian thought he was gesturing to say hello to them, and stopped and bowed: "Good teacher."
Pei Ruye also had a smile on his face before entering the door, squeezing his lips and not speaking when his eyes fell on him.
Wei Jie immediately withdrew outside the door: "I still have a courier that I didn't take! You go to class first!"
Finishing the job is just like throwing a girl off just like being afraid of being swept off by the tail of a typhoon.
Huo Jian blinked blankly, then looked at Pei Ruye: "I continue?"
The man came over without a word, with no expression on his face.
"I bought it myself?"
"No, it was sent by a friend."
"Which friend?"
"...Isn't that important?"
Pei Ru also sneered suddenly.
He didn't talk nonsense to him, he reached out and began to remove the sandbags on his arm, with a lot of force.
Huo Jian wanted to hide subconsciously, but he couldn't move because of his shoulders.
His shoulders were sorely pressed, but he dared not hide or hiss.
The teenager realized that the other party was angry.
"……teacher?"
"How long has it been worn?" The man said indifferently: "Don't ask me before making a decision?"
He threw four sandbags into the trash can with his hand, and at this moment the whole person became cold and alienated.
"It's only starting this afternoon," Huo Ren said helplessly: "What to do to throw things."
Hearing that this afternoon, Pei Ruye's eyebrows stretched a little, and he continued to confirm the muscles of his arms and calves.
"Stupid." He sighed when he got up: "I don't know if it's calculated."
"How could it be?" Huo Jian thought he didn't know the purpose of these things, and explained: "I tried it. After getting used to the weight and then undoing and dancing, the body will become well controlled--"
Pei Ruye had already gotten upset, and seeing him earnestly counting money for others, he could not train him with a straight face.
He paced the dance studio for several laps and took a deep breath: "Huo Ren."
Huo blade whispered: "In."
"You'd better tell the truth." Pei Ru also turned to look at him straightly: "Knee and waist injuries are both irreversible."
"Knee injury?" Huo Jian realized that something was wrong: "When they gave it to me, they didn't say..."
"You are hardworking and hard to learn. It's not a secret in the company at all." Pei Ru also said coldly: "Some people are also courageous and dare to be wild in my place."
"Sandbags are quick shortcuts," he squatted down to sit against the wall and looked at Huo Jiandao. "It can be tied to the lower leg and the ankle joint. The effect is really good."
"Your calf will be forced to bear extra weight, and your knees and waist will accelerate strain."
The knee joint must spend more effort to control such a lower leg, and the waist will become flexible and natural for a while, but after the sandbag is removed, it will begin to bite back.
"Even if it's just a few months of practice, no one can share the pain for you when it rains and the inflammation is repeated."
It is painful at the slightest and heart-drenching at the worst. It is several times more serious than the lumbar problems of ordinary office workers-and the time will continue to grow uncontrollably.
"You're afraid of pain like this now, really falling down and wanting to suffer for a lifetime?"
Huo Jian subconsciously denied: "I am not afraid of pain."
Pei Ru also frowned and looked at him: "You say it again?"
Huo Jian feels whether this person has become an elaborate x-ray scanner. Anything can be seen.
"I haven't told anyone," he refuted not much: "How did you see it?"
"It's very simple." Pei Ru also said lightly: "I use a normal force to draw bamboo swords, others will shrink and hide."
"Only you will gritt your teeth."
It hurts, but it hurts for a moment. Although it can't hide, it will disappear soon.
Huo Jian is extremely sensitive and long-lasting to any pain.
Even if he accidentally hit the corner of the table, he had to endure for twenty or thirty seconds to feel completely.
The teenager stood still for a few seconds, lowering his head and saying, "Teacher, don't be angry."
"I will believe you in the future."
He instinctively didn't want to talk about his weakness again, nor did he want the other party to give himself any preferential treatment that was different from others because of this.
Pei Ruye talked to him all the time, and kicked a trash can when he got up.
"Which people gave you?"
"They don't necessarily mean to harm me," Huo Jian frowned. "I just found a dance studio by myself. I should have changed clothes with others..."
The man raised his eyes and stared at him for a few seconds, lifting his legs accurately and kicking the trash can to the corner.
The latter grunted for half a circle, smashing into two.
The sandbags were stained with dirt and rolled apart, falling on the wooden floor like dark scars.
"Listen." Pei Ru also turned around again, keeping a calm tone throughout his face when facing him: "In the past two days, the line from the 10th floor to the 20th floor was overhauled, the camera was suspended, and the people on and off the elevator had goods to help block their faces. ."
"There have been too many miscellaneous people in Block G these days, and I know that on the 16th floor I loaned Corona to choose concert clothes. I also know that you are used to let others choose styles and find a place to practice dancing nearby."
"Except for Wei Jie and several other teachers, the staff below the senior level only knew that I was an ordinary teacher, and they could not control any of my whereabouts."
Anyone who encounters a confused teacher, or uses more of their quick successes, may turn a blind eye to these sandbags and even encourage others to train like Huo Jian.
The company will not care about the physical condition of the artists in the middle and late stages. Moreover, back injuries and leg injuries are common in the industry, and no one will think about this matter.
"Huo Jian, Uncle Jiang reminded you of those ten, don't forget any of your words."
When Pei Ru also said this sentence, there was a subtle regret in his tone.
"Too many people want to pull you out of the altar, even if you have just debuted for half a year."
"...And at no cost."