Chapter 152: Chapter 152

The first round of knockout is 120-80, and the number of people is screened according to the score ranking.
After that, the 80 people who survived will be arranged again in the sky and underground, and will compete for survival again according to the live results of the second round of performances.
Considering the status of different trainees, although the theme song of the program "Wu Zhi Wu" was uniformly evaluated in the first issue, you can freely sign up to choose whether to participate in the on-site assessment of the instructor.
Trainees who are not familiar with the stage have the time to adapt to the buffer, and those who are good at expressing themselves can fight for more shots.
Five places are naturally robbed as soon as they are open. Many people scolded Fang Cheng while robbing.
Originally a peaceful and friendly Buddha draft, this guy made people nervous! !
Since the official start of the class, students of different classes will show completely different ability levels.
The instructors work once a week, and the classes are selectively taught according to schedule. In fact, most of them have assistant teachers.
But as long as the camera is there, the teenagers will have to do everything they can.
They began to realize the weight of the word idol.
Words and deeds, expression management, and a sense of being monitored all the time.
...If you are used to the camera and keep smiling so tired, what will you need to live to get the crown in the future?
Will this day really exist?
No male team ever won the crown in China.
Since A was born out of the sky, and repeatedly wrote their own indestructible myth, more and more people have a clearer and more attractive desire.
Even if it is only a distant dream, it seems that it can ignite the dull life silently.
Bo Huan learned a long time from the dance teacher a few years ago. Although his flexibility is still fair, he still has a hard time learning.
Most of the students in the upper class have a strong understanding ability, and they can gradually remember the movement after jumping a few times with the teacher. The atmosphere in the practice room is not bad.
Sometimes I was practicing, and the handsome young men who walked outside the window in the distance were talking and laughing to buy water and rest together.
"It's the of the word group..." Some trainees sighed softly: "I heard that three or four people will jump after watching it once, and you can follow the teacher's action details on the third pass-these are all Who is it?"
Thin ring wiped the sweat on his forehead silently, trying to turn his attention back to body memory.
The students in the Tianzi group do not need to be too hard. At the end of the first day, most of the dance can be fully remembered. From the second day on, the rhythm and singing and dancing are practiced simultaneously.
But the students in the two groups in the underground are all lit with lights all night, and they want to sleep in the practice room.
There are also trainees who immediately dreamed of seeing an expert like a cloud and shattered them. They just waited for elimination all day long and gave up their unrealistic red dreams.
Without putting together so many people with disparate abilities but upholding the same goal, some people will always lie down and dream.
Generally speaking, the teaching assistants all leave work at 8 o'clock in the evening, and the practice rooms are closed one by one at 12 o'clock in the evening. It is not recommended or allowed to practice overnight.
At ten o'clock in the evening, the trainees of the Shangzi group also finished one after another, leaving only three or four people with too weak foundation.
Seeing that the roommate was here, Bo Huan stopped to rest and leaned in and handed over a mango candy: "Are you all right?"
The baby-faced boy looked pale: "Too...too difficult...huh..."
"You look so small, are you still in high school?"
"No, my junior year."
"Eh--"
Han Yang can twist into a twist on the dance mat. Even dancing this kind of dance can not be synchronized with hands and feet. From the morning to the afternoon, crying and practicing, wandering in various fantasies.
Although he knew that he had a way to go back, but he came, he still had to do his best.
Parental tutoring is quite strict, and grandparents will certainly watch in front of the TV.
We must strive for our strength, not counsel!
The last assistant teacher also said hello and left, the lights of the corridor went out one after another, and the dance studio turned into an island unconsciously.
They remembered the movements of the TV screen and the mirror one by one, first jumped the slow version of 0.5 times the speed, and gradually connected each action in series.
In the end, Bo Huan was faster than he remembered. In the second half, he gradually got better and could jump out the theme dance in rhythm.
The local character group and the lower character group also came off one after another. The teenagers wiped their necks and foreheads with towels and left the scene in groups of jokes.
When the music stopped again, a sound suddenly came from behind them.
"Are you still moving?"
Bo Huan turned around and found that Gu Shaochu was standing at the door, and the long figure cast a long shadow.
It was the tennis champion of the Department of Chemistry at that time.
"Hi," he laughed, "I remember you."
Han Yang hurriedly greeted and continued to dance awkwardly with the video.
"I'm here to accompany you." Gu Shaochu took a sip of tea and set the thermos aside: "This dance is narrative, and it was written by Mr. Huo at first glance."
"Narrative?" Han Yang finally participated in the topic: "What do you mean?"
"From the first action," Gu Shaochu stood in front of them, raising the hem of the camel windbreaker: "Salute to the audience, raise your hand to kiss the stars, and then start to show yourself."
"In the third quarter, I was hit by an external force first, crossed my arms to block, and took three steps back."
"Then immediately turn around and meet the left and right sides."
The explanation of the youth is not fast, and the dance steps are accompanied by explanations that are almost textbook-like standards.
Suddenly Han Yang started to learn, gradually being able to keep up with his speed.
Bo Huan learned almost the same thing, and was a little curious.
"Why do you think it was Mr. Huo's dance?"
"I can dance the dance of A," Gu Shaochu calmly said: "The entertainment project of physical training in the provincial team used to dance this."
Their female coach is simply a star chaser, and her eyes were crying like swollen peach that day.
At twelve in the evening, the staff called again.
"Then I'll go back first." Bo Huan said goodbye to Han Yang with a smile: "You also come back to rest early."
"Well, thank you for staying with me for so long," Han Yang bowed seriously: "It's all hard work, I will consolidate for a while."
Gu Shaochu raised his hand to help thin ring put the long ponytail on the shoulder side, and he already knew him a lot.
"I will send you back."
Bo Huan looked at him with a smile: "Aren't we living diagonally across the door?"
Pearl Hotel, at 7:30 on Sunday night.
Huo Jian adjusted the bow tie again in the car, and his tail finger shivered a little when getting out of the car.
"Stand next to me." Pei Ru also opened the door for him: "Keep calm when you see Han Qu."
"Hurry and be patient." Huo Jian closed his eyes and said: "I know, you don't have to worry."
He lived there for a while, and felt he could bear it.
The separation time gradually increased to seven hours, and the complicated affairs occasionally made the two forget the soul-marking connection.
Pei Ruye spent most of the day going to the company to deal with affairs, or meeting in different urban areas.
But as long as you can have lunch and dinner together, even for a short period of ten minutes, Huo Ren will be relieved as if taking medicine on time.
Sometimes Huo Jian may even have naive thoughts.
The pain will never go away.
This way you can see the teacher every day and get along with him for a while.
Unconsciously, he gradually found himself from a life once occupied by work.
And true feelings that have been denied and suppressed many times.
Now when he returns to the city, Huo Jian will think about A's experience when he sees everything, and he is repeatedly reminded of that default and a missing corner.
If Koike is still around, everyone is probably on a tour abroad now. Maybe they will be traveling for a whole year, and then call the curtain to say goodbye and happily embark on a different life.
When getting off, Pei Ru also took Huo Ren's hand again with the help of the dead corner of his body.
"I am." He whispered: "Relax."
Huo Jian nodded quickly, squeezed unconsciously for a moment, and then let go and turned his smile to the countless flashes.
Tonight is the scene of the "CITIZENS" annual charity dinner and a fixed time for celebrities to gather.
The organizer is "CITIZENS" and the now popular media, Han Qu is also likely to come here to shake the market.
After the red carpet was over, the guests entered the reception area one after another, holding a goblet to talk with the person beside them.
Mei Heng was absent tonight and only hurriedly sent a text message with the person in charge.
Huo Jian meets him again because of "The Choice of God Blessing". Because of Mei Shengyao, he once blamed himself for not knowing how to apologize.
But Mr. Mei always calm and gentle, but took the initiative to embrace and comfort him.
"Yaoyao has been recovering," he sighed unconsciously. "Although the blow is indeed too great, the doctor is also worried about his mental state, but... it will always get better."
"Blade, you have an independent life, don't take all the responsibility on yourself."
The word independence was a vague concept two years ago.
Huo Jian recalled all the past, calmly communicating with a group of people who came over to greet and condolences.
Before saying a word, there was a lot of noise from the distance.
A few reporters pulled their legs and rushed for a wild shot, and could still hear the sigh of female guests.
Huo Jian raised his head when he heard the sound, but he was stunned.
At this moment, Mei Shengyao, who was in red and white, just looked over.
After two years of absence, Mei Sheng was so thin that his cheekbones were somewhat obvious, and his pale lips did not have much blood.
But he dyed a fiery red-haired hair and hit three earrings in his right ear.
He stood staring blankly, some lips moved rashly, and quickly ran across the sea of ​​people towards Huo Jian in the next second.
Huo Jian subconsciously greeted the past, but his heart was once again clenched by guilt and pain.
The young man almost slammed into his arms, holding him tightly in front of all the lenses and eyes, even clenching his fingers to the point where the joints were distinct.
"Brother." He shivered: "Brother Blade..."
Pei Ru also quickly blocked the media to the side, motioning Huo Jian to take him to the corner outside the hall.
Huo Jian gripped Mei Shengyao's wrist and took him away from the camera, holding him tight again in the dark corner of no one.
"Yaoyao," he realized that his brother was trying to restrain his emotions, groping and touching the other person's cheek: "It's okay to cry, it's okay, there is no lens here..."
Mei Shengyao buried his face all over Huo Jian's shoulder at this moment, crying so hard that the whole body was shaking.
Huo Jian continued to help him wipe his cheeks, letting the sleeves of the suit wet a corner.
"I'm not good," Huo Jian whispered: "Yaoya, I have never dared to see you."
If it wasn’t the first time the whole team separated, nothing happened,
If it’s not that they insisted that nothing happened all year,
If it’s not that the Chinese New Year is coming, finally record another program and take a break...
He will never relax until Chi Ji is left alone on the 17th floor.
Nor will it make A a nightmare for six people.
Huo Jian doesn't know how to comfort and protect this youngest brother at this moment. He gets up and wants to find a cup of warm water or a chair first.
One second before he realized he was about to let go, Mei Shengyao tightened his arms again.
"Brother," the young man leaned his ear close to him, and his voice was hoarse after all his emotions were released: "Chi Chi is here with me."
"Today he finally...finger moved."