Chapter 17: 17th

Huo Jian has something to do with him. To be precise, he was picked up once during the interview, and picked up again when sleeping in the parking lot.
So Bi Gong bowed his head respectfully: "Mr. Pei is good."
Huo Jian's other aspects are not good enough, except that he can't make a mistake in the exam.
Even if this is when Aunt Lu and his father sit in the auditorium and watch him dance, neither will affect his performance.
So I danced through the men's team as if I had been doing radio gymnastics before, and everything was perfect except for a stiff smile.
The teachers next to them all nodded secretly, seeing the young man's rapid progress in his eyes. Pei Ru also made a point and turned the file page: "Next."
Huo Jian bowed again and quickly retreated.
The two of them seem to be a little familiar, and they seem to be just strangers.
Several exams ended, and the results came out the same day.
Because of his personal concert abroad, Bo Jue missed the exam directly today.
Long Ji took the third first, and it was a bit lonely.
"Hey, it's boring."
Aya stared at him: "Don't swell, I will tell you."
Long Ji hippie smiled and said: "Teacher aya knocked on my head, I promise not to swell."
"Twelfth place," aya was too lazy to look at him, looking at the list and saying: "... Huo Jian."
Many people who knew him underneath were shocked.
At the beginning, they shook him off a lot, they saw him clumsy and had nothing to learn during class, and they felt that this kid could not even survive the first round.
Who wants to see you in the final now? ?
How can this kid go to the rankings at the same speed as he gets on the Rockets? !
"Congratulations." Aya shook her pen. "You entered the first echelon. Even if you can't enter Corona in the future, you can get a good chance to debut. Come on."
Huo Jianyao thanked, and glanced at his achievements again.
Dancing out of a hundred, taking ninety, a very high probability of being detained is an expression problem.
Perform eighty-five and sing seventy-five.
...It was 20 more than fifty-five points before, and it was still worse.
After the 20 results were reported, the trainees on the field were more or less sad.
Three months passed by, and I was really reluctant to leave.
Bob got up and signaled that the lucky ones who had passed the screening would go out with him, leaving aya to continue the official selection and the new star training program for the knockouts popular science spf.
But those have nothing to do with corona.
It is said to be 20 people, but in fact there are only 18 people in the team.
Mei Shengyao has always been the default third place, and has never appeared before.
Ji Ji only came back last week and spent a day learning the dance they are practicing now. The remaining days are all familiar with the team's positioning and formation.
Huo Jian walked in the middle of the line, and was distracted when crossing the promenade.
He read the selection mechanism several times before the exam.
From 110 screenings to the top 20, everything is based on results, and the winners and losers are determined according to the ranking.
However, when I first entered spf, the rules were very clear. The final twenty-six entered the final candidate with the "comprehensive situation".
If it were not for Xie Lianyun to disclose in advance, he might really think that there are other ways to run the election, or what new ranking mechanism will come out.
Six people, there are four internal quotas, and an impeccable comprehensive ability.
How to fight for the last place?
Bob led the teenagers forward, still formulating the various benefits they will have: "Your qualification potential is very good, will be included as spf this year's seed player, in the future in combination or single..."
The posters in the box are gorgeous, and each artist has a delicate makeup and a proud smile, as if he has long been the darling of fate.
Huo Jian glanced at himself on the glass wall and took a deep breath again.
They were taken to take pictures to sign the contract, and then do physical and plane tests. Four or five assistants carried the file bags and ran before and after, coordinated the staff in several rooms.
The boys took off their shoes and socks and weighed again, and the digital scales broadcast voiceless numbers without emotion, and the volume was turned up to the highest point.
"Ji Ji, height 177, weight 105." The doctor motioned him to go to the side to draw blood: "need to gain muscle, there will be a customized diet plan sent to your mailbox tomorrow, remember to check."
Several people finished the test, and finally it was Huo Jian's turn.
"Height, 178, weight, 97." The doctor was a little puzzled: "Don't I ask the general manager to give you supplements, why are you getting thinner? Are you on a diet?"
Huo Blade shook his head: "No."
The boys next to him collapsed at this moment: "How come he has become thinner!! Is his body amazing?"
The staff is helping to measure the waist and hip circumference of the legs, and quickly report the numbers.
"Children, let me tell you, you must not be on a diet now, don't make your body collapse and have nothing at all." The doctor said seriously: "Sleep should keep up with it. Do you have to take supplements?"
When the blood draw was over, his friends had gone to the dressing room, and there was no one at the door.
Bob stopped him: "You are tomorrow's batch, today the makeup artist and photographer are a bit too busy."
Huo Jian nodded obediently and asked, "Are you going to follow the old class schedule tomorrow?"
bob waved his hand and said: "There are no timetables for this month. You can choose courses freely without scoring."
"The New Year or so will have the final result, you come on." He patted Huo Jian's shoulder.
"What is the screening reference?" Huo Jian asked subconsciously.
"This, in fact, my level is not enough, this matter is really unclear," bob scratched his head. "Listen to Teacher Wei, they said the final meeting will be decided?"
"Oh, right," he urged, "Since this week, Uncle Jiang will meet with you every week. Never be late."
Huo Rendao said thank you, turned around and walked back.
It didn't take long for the corner to go, and the jingle sound of mobile games came from the stairs.
Huo Jian has a familiar hunch and speeds up to walk over.
Pei Ru also looked up at him, and his nod was a greeting.
Huo Jian bowed: "Good teacher."
"Well." The man seemed to be waiting for someone, standing lazily by the railing, and his long legs were clean and neat.
The teenager walked a few steps forward and backed away.
He seldom took the initiative to approach others, but at this moment he still stretched his breath and spoke low.
"Mr. Pei, I would like to ask you a question."
"What is the final test?"
He lowered his head, knowing that this question might not be answered, and was already prepared to apologize.
Pei Ru did not immediately answer, and was still playing the game.
He didn't let him go, the teenager kept his head down, motionless.
After six minutes passed, Pei Ru also received his mobile phone and asked, "What is corona receiving?"
"idol."
"What is an idol?"
Huo Jian's expression was blank for a moment.
he does not know.
He had no idea what an idol was.
It is the singer who sings and sings.
Singing and dancing performances kneaded together, many seem to be only called stars, meaning very famous entertainers.
...What exactly is an idol?
The abolition of the scoring system is most likely because Corona wants more than just people with absolutely outstanding capabilities.
Spf Riguang is a talented assistant teacher with countless talents for singing and dancing, but none of them can be idols.
……why?
Huo Jian raised his head, his voice was dry: "I'm sorry, I didn't study enough."
Pei Ruye's eyes became milder.
"There is a month left. You can think about it."
"You still lack a beam of light."
Huo Jian sat in the unmanned classroom for more than half an hour, and did not return to the dormitory until bedtime.
Xie Lianyun had just removed her makeup and was playing psp while wearing a mask.
Huo Jian has been with him for a month, and has unconsciously regarded him as his brother and friend. He stood by the bed for a long time, and finally he didn't speak.
Xie Lianyun unveiled his mask to watch him: "Play chess with me?"
Huo Jian nodded and took out the chess.
They are used to playing this when they think about things. Sometimes they seem to get the idea when they go down. Xie Lianyun rushed to write songs even if the pieces were too late. The efficiency is quite fast.
Xie Lianyun played chess very well. The queen rushed out with the soldiers to kill the Quartet. The king was frankly exposed, and occasionally helped to eat children.
Huo Jian said for a long time: "There will be no classes since tomorrow."
"Well," Xie Lianyun breathed a sigh of relief: "At this time, it is a waste of time to compile sick leave every day."
The clock ticked.
Huo Jian pushed the bishop three squares: "General."
"You won." Xie Lianyun generously conceded and took the staff to start writing the inspiration that burst out just now: "Don't think about it yet?"
"Well, but I can't ask you." Huo Jian lowered his head to tidy up the chessboard: "I feel that this matter must rely on me a little to understand."
He put the things in place, turned his hand to find the word search on the phone, and confirmed its literal meaning again.
"Originally refers to a statue made of mud and wood that is worshipped by religious or superstitious people. 』
Huo Jian lowered his eyes and felt that he was too far away from the word idol.
Even if he stayed in spf until now, the positioning of himself in his heart is just an ordinary person who learns to sing and dance.
He doesn't think he will have fans and admirers.
Pei Ruye's words sounded again in his mind, clear and short.
"You still have a beam of light."
No idol is not surrounded by light.