Chapter 187: 187th

It's not like dancing in thin rings once or twice.
Frankly speaking, he is not from the class, nor does he have a trainee background. Indeed, he is not as skilled and proficient as the competitors of the same period.
But the only thing is that most boys present can't reach it.
Thin Ring knows many of her and beautiful places, and is not hesitant to show it.
It is now 2018, but the word still seems to be inconvenient for public discussion in the eyes of the public.
Thin Ring tried almost everything from the preliminary selection to the final.
He would swing his hips and bit his lip to the camera, sing the girl's sweet voice unscrupulously, his long hair and narrow waist with a boyish look, seeming unrestrained and unruly.
Once the stage is over, he will laugh calmly and calmly, and will not deliberately flatter anyone.
This has caused a lot of controversy since the program was broadcast.
As soon as there are more players, the pink and black wars will never end, and the fierce and fierce tears will basically happen every day.
Many fans claim that their brother is the opponent of Bo Huan, attacking him without knowing shame, deliberately imitating Chi Ji sucking the blood of the dead, and performing an explicit performance completely corrupts his brother's face.
Bo Huan usually got his cell phone and called his brother. He cared about whether Bo Jue had time to eat or take medicine. It was too late to listen to those people whispering.
A really courageous reporter held the microphone in the past and threw out all these bombs during the routine interview.
The teenager blinked, confirming her remarks: "Using to get up?"
"……Correct."
"Performance is too explicit, is not conducive to young people's cognitive construction?"
"……Yes."
When Bo Huan repeats it, the reporter's voice is lower, and he seems to realize how offended he is.
"I don't understand," said the teenager, holding the microphone in a calm tone: "If a song and dance will teach bad children, what is the meaning of the existence of school and parents?"
"This--"
"Are you asking this question, are you suggesting that all of us players should dance in burqa and should delete all stage works on love?"
Reporters seldom encounter such sharp remarks that the artist will accept, nor have they been questioned in this way. For a while, they were a little flustered: "I haven't said such words."
"Since expressing emotions, implicit and straightforward are all artists' freedom," Bo Huan said with a smile: "Sexy is not a crime."
As soon as the interview was broadcast, many fans instantly reminisced about A.
They vaguely felt that Bo Huan said that these were all justifications for Ji Ji invisible, and even felt that Bo Huan has become like this now, which in itself is a rebellion against the status quo.
In front of the big and small storms, this interview briefly stayed on the hot search for a while, and did not cause much disturbance.
Fans continue to clamor, but fans still secretly worry.
Later, one game after another, the teenager still behaves himself, and people gradually get used to it.
At first, I thought, how dare this player sing and dance like this, has he been stimulated?
Later, he gradually lost his singularity, and he became dull after much discussion.
Bo Jue now sees his younger brother dancing in a bathtub dance, covering his face purely because of the instinct to avoid blood.
It would be a little embarrassing for both brothers and sisters to debut as artists.
My elder brother was previously assigned a long list of CPs in the forum. He has a long series with Humanities Man Feifei in AO3. The sung love songs and the interaction of fans can be seen by casually searching for a few words.
When the younger brother debuted, he was questioned, praised and obsessed, even if his brother was in school with a face-to-face lesson.
The music drifted, and the teenager on the screen continued to dance on tiptoe.
Bo Jue symbolically covered his face for a while, and finally was jammed by Mei Sheng. Most of the oranges were caught in one hand, and he ate slowly and finished watching the stage.
For a long time he was fascinated and said: "I still practice less."
"Indeed," Chi Ji regretted: "The waist is not soft enough and the ligaments are not fully pulled apart."
Fortunately, the performance is very strong, the sense of drama is good, so that the audience can pay more attention to the environment itself.
Mei Sheng quietly looked sideways at Bo Jiu.
The latter was furious: "Look at me! Xie Lianyun was more stiff than me!"
Seven or eight people finished the performance one by one, and before Fu’s turn to play next year, the audience was already somewhat aesthetically exhausted.
But dozens of rice cake sisters in the front row waited for several hours, and then at that moment they screamed with a sign, fearing that their brother could not see their support and cheer.
Fu walked slowly in the dark next year, sitting in front of Preyer's piano.
He does not plan to dance in the final.
There are enough people dancing. He needs something else to let everyone see and let everyone remember this short five minutes.
This song was selected by SPF, and the lyrics come from Lin Zhizhi, a talented woman in the industry, and he repeatedly revised the composition melody and polished it a little bit until now.
Ten fingers with distinct bones landed on the ebony keys, and the whole scene calmed down.
The moment the clear and smooth piano sounded, he looked at the camera.
A pair of eyes like fire and deep sea.
"When knocking on the door, Chenhui was disturbed."
"Mint and Laurel, turned back and forth in the atmosphere."
"The bright lights are like staggered star tracks,"
"Reluctant to be a coma, playing fate is a life experience."
Many people looked at the screen involuntarily, forgetting his outstanding appearance and forgetting the expensive and gorgeous piano in this second, and controlled to look at those eyes.
Fu always looks at the camera next year, occasionally lowering his eyebrows and smiling. While playing the melody, he uses his eyes and voice to talk to everyone.
The singing did not deliberately use skills, and the sound of the piano was neat and clean, as if to reduce the subtraction to the extreme, giving the audience the most concise and direct expression.
"Both good and evil can be born in the dust, and love and respect can help to heal fatigue."
"The free soul is buried in the ground, and it seems to be overflowing in the arms."
The sound of the piano paused for a moment, and it seemed to sigh with a slight sigh.
"I held out my hand, you... are still here."
At this moment, many people suddenly seemed to have a picture in their minds, as if they were brought into the play inexplicably.
They seem to have known this young man for many years, and have even experienced something with him.
They could understand his unique introvertedness, as well as the eye-catching sharpness every time.
They remember him, he is a blunt and sharp contradiction, he is Fu next year.
Lyrics and melody trails change moods, but the performance is full-range wheat playing, sometimes Fu slows down next year to extend the aftertones, and only looks at the distance as if lost.
Even if there is no expression at this moment, many people seem to hear something.
When the last sound of the piano came to an abrupt halt, the scene did not cheer abnormally. Many people still stayed in the complex emotions given by Fu next year, and they will not be able to come out at one and a half.
It was not until Xie Lianyun and Huo Jian came out again to confirm the number of votes that the audience woke up and hurriedly made up for the vote.
I really want to say shocking impact, this performance is not comparable to the gorgeous visual effects of the carnival, nor the classic stunning of Chen Yuanqing.
It just made people feel like they saw a white shark wagging past in the deep stream and couldn't forget it at a glance.
The melody takes heart, the voice is low, and there are several speechless eyes, which have locked many feelings.
Huo Jian didn't watch Fu's performance next year because he was facing Taiwan with Xie Liyun.
The audience seemed to react dull when he played again, making him inexplicable for this trainee.
Choosing this kind of show in the finals... is really too dangerous, not conducive to canvassing.
In a blink of an eye, ten trainees finished their performances, and the two group dances were also performed back and forth. The professional jury began to train one after another.
Tenth place, ninth place.
The two players bowed hurriedly. Although they were unwilling, they could only say goodbye to everyone with a strong smile.
Broadcasting the votes backwards several times, invisible to everyone's breath.
The teenagers stood in a row, and for the first time in their lives, they felt their heartbeat burned by fame and fortune.
"Eighth place, red deer."
Before the words fell, the delicate and thin boys were surprised, smiling heartily and happy.
"Thank you all...really very thankful...I didn't expect that I could get to this point at all," Red Deer rubbed his eyes quickly, trying to calm himself down: "When I first came in, I thought I didn't have two rounds. It will be eliminated and it will take me to the final. Thank you so much. I want to cry a little bit..."
Many passers-by shouted his name loudly, and even felt sorry for the teenager at this moment.
He is diligent and conscientious, and has been taking care of many people in the group silently, and he is only two steps away from his debut spot.
Huo Jian opened his arms and hugged him hard, watching the boy bow away.
SPF executives are ready to sign a single contract with this child, which is also a very good destination.
Xie Lianyun nodded slightly and continued to broadcast the ranking.
"Seventh place, Fang Chengran."
Fang Chengran looked ‘sure enough’, walked out of the queue and waved goodbye to his teammate fans.
Huo Jian smiled and said: "How do you feel?"
"You have to take an exam," Fang Cheng said honestly. "This year's job is not easy to find."
Fans immediately raised the poster and shouted: "Fang Chengran you are acting!"
"Fang Chengran don't play back to act!!!!!!"
"Fang Chengran!!! Look at others Qi Lin!!!"
Someone who was one step away from his debut wondered: "Aren't you black powder? Am I so bad at singing?"
"Regardless of!!"
"It's black powder!!!"
"Sixth place," Huo Jian paused for a few seconds, his eyes raised with a smile: "Han Yang."
The fans in the first row raised their hands at the speed of light.
"The rich young masters who don't want to be small painters are not good love beans! 』
Han Yang had been hanging in his own heart, and after seeing Fang Chengcheng come off, he finally stood firm.
He has a poor dance foundation, and his height is remedied by socks, and he has become a stalk. He lives on this throat.
"Thank you." He bowed: "I'm drawing, I'm drawing, I'm definitely not a pigeon tomorrow."
The audience laughed together and began to urge him to release the album.
Fifth place, Chen Yuanqing.
Fourth place, thin ring.
Third place, Zhu Xizhi.
When Zhu Xizhi bowed and thanked, the scream almost overturned the ceiling.
Little Snow Leopard is the third, doesn't it mean-
Shi Jianian and Fu looked at each other next year, and suddenly they both laughed.
"How are you feeling now?" Xie Liyun asked.
"It's not nervous." Shi Jianian helped Fu to straighten the collar next year, and his voice was soft: "Harmony is enough in the regiment, who doesn't matter."
When he reached out, Fu did not hide next year, but instead leaned his neck slightly, allowing his teammates to help adjust the angle of the ornaments.
When the mixed-race teenager looks sideways, the jaw line and the nose bridge are all exposed, and the sense of exoticism is unparalleled.
He smiled and exchanged eyes with Fu next year in front of the camera, and returned to his original position.
Not to mention that the screams on the scene were instantly ignited, and there was a lot of noise in the forum.
"What kind of an attacker is this! Dare to openly tease your friends in the finals? Wouldn't it be too much!!!"
"More than one year SZD!!! Let me take another bite!!!"
"Brother's blue-grey eyes are so beautiful-I shed tears to the keyboard tonight -"
"First place." Huo Jian unfolded the envelope and took a deep breath unconsciously.
When he saw the name clearly, his smile bloomed as if to embrace himself once in time and space.
"First place, Fu next year."