Chapter 8: number 8

Huo Jian has learned a lot from Teacher Zhong these days.
The appraisal song is the same song, and it happens to be Mei Heng's "Jiangbei" he has heard.
The same song can be sung to different people, and the gap can actually be very large-from the biting transition, to the subtle processing of the transfer and ending, it can be heard after a comparison that this person has not been trained.
He listened to Teacher Zhong's explanation and changed a little bit, getting closer and closer to the standard singing method, but today was suddenly warned by such a warning, but rather a bit dazed.
"It's not that you don't sing well, you have no emotions." Teacher Zhong said: "You have made rapid progress in skills and ventilation, but you have no emotions."
"This song is about the parting between lovers. The tune is long and the emotions are complicated. You need to understand the emotions to sing the emotions."
The man glanced at him and thought for a while: "But you are still young, it doesn't look like a child with a premature love, it's normal if you can't sing."
Teacher Zhong's class atmosphere has always been very relaxed, and a student raised his hand next to him and asked, "Teacher, did you sing a bad love song before you fell in love!"
The audience laughed.
The teacher knocked on the table very seriously, clearing his throat and said: "This has not experienced some things, really can only pursue skills."
He waved, beckoning Huo Jian to sit down.
"You have little experience, and it's normal if you don't understand. There is no story in my heart."
Huo Jian frowned and bowed silently, stepping down.
"Mr. Zhong, Mr. Zhong, we are going on leave to have a relationship and come back!"
"Ha ha ha ha wait for a young lady to fall in love first!"
"It's not necessary to be in love." Teacher Zhong still wondered how to explain this to them: "At least it must be heart-wrenching."
"Because of your heart, you can start to understand."
Huo Jian hasn't touched any peers for the time being. He has been studying attentively for the past ten years, and he doesn't care about what women in the class look like.
But I will be very excited when I see the notice of bank card balance changes.
As soon as the assessment was over in July, the nutritional allowance was also paid when the results were sent out, no more than just one thousand five.
This is the first time he has received a salary, which is worth the new water of his mother's previous month.
Huo Jian looked at the phone for a long time, and just happened to be on holiday that day, trotting all the way to the hospital.
The boy jumped rope for two hours regularly every day, and his physical strength increased a lot unconsciously. When he ran to the hospital, he sweated a lot, but his breathing was stable.
He squeezed his mobile phone and went straight to the inpatient department. Many nurses saw him and said hello.
"Huo Huo is coming?"
"Which school did the little champion go to~"
Huo Jian hurriedly greeted them and ran to the door of bed 14 in a corner, wiped away sweat and knocked on the door and went in.
Aunt Lu grew up watching him. Although the two were not related by blood, they were deeply tied.
Aunt Lu and his mother are close friends, from helping his mother to divorce lawsuits, giving away his mother, and then going to the parent meeting and paying tuition fees again and again, is his last loved one in this world.
But such a good person suffered from uremia a year ago and now lives on oxygen and dialysis.
Dr. Hu just happened to have a routine check next to him and saw that Huo Jian came and nodded: "Your Aunt Lu's signs are very stable recently, don't worry too much."
Aunt Lu was pale, and she leaned on the pillow to speak softly.
She covered her hands and didn't want to show him the pinholes and bruises.
"Huo Huo is coming?"
Huo Jian hit the water, cleaned her bedside table and hospital bed, and cleaned the ward again carefully, letting in the bright sunlight.
The woman has some guilt: "Your scholarship should not be given to..."
"Aunt Lu," Huo Jian stopped and said, "Even if you don't agree, I will pay for the medical expenses."
"I got my salary, one thousand five." He straightened his waist and raised a smile on his face: "The teacher said that I have made great progress and hope to enter the group."
He actually has no confidence, but still wants to make Aunt Lu feel at ease.
Aunt Lu summoned him to sit beside him, reaching for his face and touching his face.
"What your mom misses most...is you."
"Don't spend money when you earn money, don't let your dad know, you must take care of yourself."
The teenager sat with her for a while, thanked several doctors and nurses, and trot all the way back to the company.
As soon as I finished the exam in the morning, I scored in the evening.
Although I am currently entering an entertainment company, the exam is very similar to that when I was in junior high school, but more often in a small room.
The trainees sat in a stepped classroom, five teachers sat in the first row, and the results began to be displayed on the screen.
"The first place, Long Ji, the total major and elective courses total 560, and Long Ji scored 540."
"Bo Jue tied for first place, scoring 540."
Trainees applauded and turned their heads to find their place in the crowd.
The two tall boys looked at each other and smiled and continued to look at the screen.
Today is 140 to 110, as long as you enter the top 110, you can stay and continue studying.
A little bit later, more and more people began to pray silently with their hands together.
"Sixty-two, Huo Jian." Teacher Aya hesitated when reading this, but still read it out: "Both elective courses are full marks, very good."
"Teacher, what is his elective?" someone in the crowd asked.
"Introduction to spoken English and music theory." aya said: "There are basically no candidates in this class. He learned with the batch of trainees to be debuted. It is very powerful."
"Lying trough--"
"It turns out that some people really learn this class?!"
Huo Jian breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he could stay here for another month's salary.
Thirty people were eliminated that night, and 110 people were shuffled into classes a and b. Courses and dormitories were also redistributed.
When Huo Jian walked into the dormitory with his luggage, he was recognized: "Ah, you are the kid who goes to practice piano every day!"
The trainees here are generally seventeen or eighty years old, not many like him.
Huo Jian nodded and looked at several other people in the dormitory.
There was already one lying on his upper bunk. The man was wearing silver-rimmed glasses and concentrated on playing psp.
The one next to him was pressing his legs against the mirror, and the other was talking to him, who had never seen him.
"You got a perfect score for this elective course, so amazing," the roommate smiled and said: "If you really entered corona, it would be considered a successful star chase?"
Chasing... who?
Huo Jianzheng wanted to ask him what he meant. Another roommate next to him waved his hand: "Tomorrow is Mr. Pei taking a dance class, you still don't practice!"
"Practice, come here!"
Huo Jian put the good things and glanced at his upper bunk again.
The man snapped on the psp while wearing headphones. Ten minutes later, he didn't mean to get up, like an ordinary high school student.
The second day of the class was unsurprising. The students in the new class were put on the sidelines by Pei Ruye and continued to skip rope. There was no sign of telling them to dance.
The teaching assistant is also used to this battle, and he is extremely proficient in jumping ropes: "The standard is 4,000 per hour. I watched myself jump. I was tired and remembered to relax after sitting down!"
Pei Ru is also playing with his mobile phone, waving a symbolic greeting to them.
Fifty-five people spread out in the practice room and began to take the new skipping rope.
Huo Jian has been practicing for a month, and has gradually found the knack and breathing rhythm.
He deliberately slowed himself down and observed the speed of others in the corner.
Because the grouping is completely disrupted and rearranged, Long Ji Bojue and several of his roommates are in class b.
The two tied for the first both ended the practice in 45 minutes. After signing a name with the teaching assistant, they went out to take a shower, which was considered to be the early get out of class.
Huo Jian jumped only 2,000 in 45 minutes, still watching the strength of others.
One after another, several people carried the skipping rope to find the assistant's signature, and they all looked at the face-to-face.
His physical strength was decreasing, and his breathing began to be disordered.
Not far away, a familiar figure suddenly stopped, pushed down the silver-rimmed glasses, and walked over. After registering the name, he took out a silver psp from his coat and walked out while playing.
Huo Jian finally saw him.
Swan, thin, Danfeng eyes narrowed up.
He always feels that this person is different from others.
I haven't waited two hours for the dance class to finish, and the performance class classroom is basically full.
The teacher was actually that cold beauty assistant aya.
As soon as she walked in, the boys' eyes followed, and the chatter stopped neatly.
"This month's practice and assessment repertoire are "Hua Huo Zhong"," she turned on the computer and tuned out the mv to play synchronously: "The dance steps are decomposed and studied after class, if you don't understand, you can ask the teaching assistants during working hours to ask, don't Teacher Pei."
Huo Jian nodded silently.
Teacher Pei is estimated to come to play mobile phones professionally.
"The dance steps of "Hua Huo Zhong" are actually very simple, and the composition of the lyrics is also catchy. More is to test the performance ability of the performer." She spurred her lips and raised her eyebrows: "There are a few people in this mv dance. Grilled."
Among the forty-five trainees, there were only ten people raising their hands sparsely.
Some people shook their heads: "This piece is too simple, there is no need to learn."
"You come up," she said with a smile: "Jump one for me."
Everyone banged and clapped, and pushed the trainee out with a push.
The big boy didn't daze, he followed the mv and jumped decently. Before the end, he threw an electric eye, which caused the audience to whistle and whimper.
"Failed." The assistant teacher waved his hand: "Go on, don't take it out in the future."
When she saw that the trainee was already sitting back, she ordered Huo Rendao in the first row: "You come up, be a teaching aid."
Huo Jian blinked and stood at the position of her finger very obediently.
aya did not play the accompaniment, and put his hand on his shoulder.
"What I want to say is all written in the shadow of fireworks."
She slipped in front of him, her eyes soft.
"I saw you crying yesterday, and I don't know how to hug you."
"The incoherent words are mixed, and I just want to give you the fireworks."
She danced around him, her hoarse voice and the change of her fingertips with a feeling of being in love.
"Want to tell you--"
Huo Jian breathed a sigh of relief, subconsciously making his expression more natural.
"my thought--"
She Yingying raised the tone, and when she raised her head, her blond hair spread like a waterfall, and her voice was sweet and green, as if she was confessing at the scene.
"Please see my heart."
Huo Jian gave a sharp cough without looking away, pretending that he had not been touched.
"Children," Long Ji under the stage followed the bottle of mineral water: "You blushed."