Chapter 7 "Trust Me You'll Come to the End"

With only a few days left for the Chinese New Year, it rained rarely, and some ice particles were entrained in the water droplets, which cracked the car windows.

The highway to the north was full of rain, the cold gray road was like a silent sea, and a car passing by occasionally in front was like a speeding whale, splitting the sea.

Sui Yi closed his eyes as usual, and the propaganda sitting in the front row was reporting to Ji Zhen about the first episode of the show.

"I've seen Xiaoyi's." Ji Zhen didn't look up, looking at other news on her phone.

The propaganda was stunned for a moment and whispered, "It's just regular propaganda."

"What about hot searches?" Ji Zhen asked directly.

"There is a shape." The propaganda turned back with a guilty conscience, "The brand helped push it."

Ji Zhen glanced at her and said, "This is the power of the gold master's father, what does it have to do with you?"

The voice was very cold, and the propaganda pursed his lips and did not speak, waiting to be scolded.

"It's okay." Sui Yi opened her eyes, leaned against the back of the chair, and said in a light tone: "If there's nothing good, don't push it."

Propaganda glanced at Suiyi nervously, and then quickly explained: "There are still a lot of points to watch, but Sui boss said that he didn't want to push it, so he didn't communicate and publish the manuscript."

"Really?" Ji Zhen was surprised and turned to look at Suiyi: "What's the point of view, show me." The last sentence was for publicity, but she still looked at Suiyi.

The propaganda dug out the document from the mobile phone and sent it to her, feeling the subtle atmosphere in the car with trepidation.

The driver didn't seem to hear their conversation, and he drove the car steadily ahead, turned the steering wheel and drove out of the overhead.

Ji Zhen watched for a few minutes, frowned dissatisfiedly, and said, "What are these topics? Why are there so many such white banquets? What about Xiaoyi's?"

"...This was brought over by the program team." The propaganda's voice was tense, and the answer was irrelevant.

"This kind of topic is really nothing to talk about." Ji Zhen put down her phone and got a little angry after thinking about it for a while, "What's going on with Chen Xiaolong? Can you watch this show if it goes on like this? The publicity is also messed up... What kind of monster is it? Dare to come out."

Sui Yi's face did not change, she tilted her head out of the car window, and looked at the somewhat desolate buildings in the distance.

"Hey, that's not right!" Ji Zhen thought of something again, "Why didn't the first episode of the content that Xiaoyi interacted with with you? Was it cut?"

The propaganda who just turned around immediately bounced from his seat and turned back and said, "I was there when I first watched the film, but the show was cut in the end. Xiaoyi played well in the first episode, and his popularity was also very good. Everyone rushed to join his group, and the director specifically said that he wanted to weaken the relationship between him and the boss, so that no one would black him."

Ji Zhen thought for a while, then nodded reluctantly in agreement.

The phone in the pocket of the down jacket vibrated, and Sui Yi opened the zipper and took it out to take a look. The propaganda in the front row sent him a message: "Sui Boss, the task is completed, am I right?" Several screenshots of the document scribbled with a red graffiti pen, some with Bai Yan's name, some with Yi Shengqing's name, followed by a few screenshots without the TV station logo.

Sui Yi lowered her eyes and looked at the screenshot for a while, then raised her head and asked, "Hey, what's your name?"

Forgetting how long he stayed in the small conference room, Bai Yan only remembered that he ate three lunch boxes with the same side dishes, and the rest finally Yi Shengqing said to him impatiently: "Bai Yan, can you do it? How can Sui Yi like it? You rubbish?"

Bai Yan opened his mouth to explain, but felt like his throat was stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't make any sound.

He turned his head to the side and saw Sui Yi standing by the door with his arms crossed, looking at him with a sarcastic expression: "Yes, how can you be a waste?"

The stuffed cotton seemed to have turned into tiny needles, which hurt like boiling blood in the throat.

"Brother Bai!" Yi Shengqing's tone changed, and it reached his ears from far to near, "Brother Bai, wake up, are you alright?"

Bai Yan opened his eyes and sat up from the ground dripping with sweat. The whiteboard in the small conference room read Yi Shengqing's advice for him alone. The surroundings were quiet, only the two of them.

"I'm sorry, I fell asleep." Bai Yan realized that he had had a very absurd dream, smiled reluctantly, and apologized to Yi Shengqing.

There was no camera in the small conference room, Yi Shengqing's face was still very anxious, and he lowered his voice and asked him: "Brother Bai, your face is very bad, do you want to take a break? Do you have a fever?" After speaking, he reached out to probe him 's forehead.

Bai Yan dodged without revealing a trace, and only said, "It's okay, maybe I didn't sleep well yesterday."

"Then, are you still practicing?" Yi Shengqing hesitated for a few seconds before asking.

Bai Yan paused for a while and said, "Let's practice, there's nothing else to do."

For the first performance, Yi Shengqing chose a lyrical song without hesitation. The tutor's first assessment will be the day after tomorrow. Bai Yan, as the only person in the vocal music group who has not received serious vocal training, is being overwhelmed by the winner. Yi Shengqing bet in the small conference room to make up the class.

"Brother Bai, your voice is actually quite good." Yi Shengqing didn't wear makeup, and commented on Bai Yan like a pretentious child, "It should be better soon, or you should rest first."

Bai Yan smiled helplessly and didn't answer him.

Yi Shengqing's expression seemed to be very tangled. He sat down on the lazy sofa beside the small conference room and said to himself, "Oh, mine, I shouldn't have chosen this song."

Bai Yan glanced at him, rested his head on his hand and played the song that Yi Shengqing had chosen. It was a bitter love song that Sui Yi had two years ago with a style that was very different from his own. Shan, it is a popular song, and Yi Shengqing probably chose this song for this reason.

However, Bai Yan has his own insurmountable problems. First of all, he is indeed tone-deaf, but when he asked him to sign the contract, Asi assured him that he did not need to be able to sing to participate in the show. Secondly, he did not like Sui Yi's voice.

Most of the players in the vocal group were half a round younger than him and Suiyi. Most of the comments on Suiyi's voice were a bit of admiration, with some words that Bai Yan couldn't understand, saying that he was very su and gu and not greasy. He was a person. Love it when you stop.

Bai Yan felt that he might not be a human being. Whether it was now or the voice of Sui Yi in the recording studio two years ago, it made him feel uneasy, anxious and panic.

Yi Shengqing put the ballpoint pen behind his ear, scratched his head and looked at the printing paper with the lyrics printed on it, and finally showed a stunned expression: "Brother Bai, otherwise you can just sing the chorus and add two chantings?"

Bai Yan couldn't help showing a speechless expression, and imagined the narration planned by Yi Shengqing for a while, wondering if it would be the same as the screenwriter's sour script.

On the eve of the performance, Sui Yi, like a passing staff member, walked around in the practice room to meet the instructor's review. The executive director called four cameras into the room, shot enough material at one time, and then let it go with a good attitude. Follow Yi.

Bai Yan's single looped Suiyi's songs for three days, and he felt in a trance that the person in front of him was his own hallucination. It wasn't until finally Yi Shengqing came over to call him out of class that he regained his senses.

"Brother Bai, it's time to eat." A boy unexpectedly stood beside Yi Shengqing, Bai Yan felt familiar, and should also be a contestant in the vocal group.

"Brother Bai, are we together?" The boy next to Yi Shengqing asked him in a familiar tone.

Bai Yan stood up and followed them out.

From the backstage of the studio to the cafeteria, there is a not-so-long walkway, and there are flower baskets sent by fans on the side. The head is a basket of smoky-grey eustoma that occupies a large corner of the wall, and a handwritten letter is placed on the top. Card: Xiaoyi Xiaoyi, win the first place.

"You!" The boy next to him bumped Yi Shengqing with his shoulder, smiling until he couldn't see his eyes.

Yi Shengqing also bumped into him, and was shy for a while, before he took two steps and shouted as if he had discovered a new world: "Brother Bai! Brother Bai!"

Bai Yan looked up: "What's wrong?"

"Look at your flower basket." Yi Shengqing pulled him in front of a large cluster of white peonies as if offering a treasure, "For Bai Yan."

Bai Yan was stunned for a while, and looked at the card on the flower bush. It was a printed greeting. It seemed a little dull in a playful greeting card. After reading it for a while, it seemed to give people a little strength.

"Do you have a cell phone?" Bai Yan stood there and watched for a while, then turned to ask Yi Shengqing.

Yi Shengqing paused as if unexpected, but the boy next to him took out the mobile phone in his pocket without hesitation: "Brother Bai, remember to return it to me when you use it, I have this one left."

Bai Yan nodded to express his gratitude, and took the mobile phone to the corner to make a call.

"Hello?" Yuan Yuan's uncertain voice came from the other end of the receiver, "Which one?"

"Me." Bai Yan lowered his voice.

Yuan Yuan screamed, with obvious excitement: "Have you got your phone?"

"Borrowed." Bai Yan looked at the greeting card through the peony adorned with Huang Ying, "Did you send me a flower basket?"

"Oh, that..." Yuan Yuan stopped at the other end of the phone for a while, and said honestly, "It was given to you by another sister of the support club."

"Thank her and tell her not to waste money." Bai Yan roughly counted the number of flowers, feeling a little distressed.

"This sister is very rich, it's okay!" Yuan Yuan felt no guilt at all. "She has a child, so it's not convenient for her to come to see you at the scene, so let me come to see you on behalf of everyone."

Bai Yan didn't quite believe it: "You come to see me?"

"Yes, I'm at the scene." Yuan Yuan's tone was very natural, and he could hear the noise around him if he listened carefully.

"Aren't you going to work?" Bai Yan was shocked, "Have you asked for leave?"

"Yeah, the first sister said that she would pay me to come to see you. She said that this might be your only stage. She put the knife on my neck and let me see you." Yuan Yuan said as a matter of course.

Bai Yan asked, "Who is the first sister?"

"It's the sister who gave you the flower basket. It cost you more than 20,000 to vote for you on the first stage." Yuan Yuan explained.

"..." Bai Yan was even more shocked, "Don't be like this, you tell her to stop spending money."

Yuan Yuan disagreed: "Why, you have a lot of fans now, one or two hundred."

"Anyway, help me convey it." Bai Yan emphasized with a headache, "Don't waste your money."

"But brother, what blessings did the first sister write to you, let me see, she didn't tell me." Yuan Yuan couldn't help but ask again.

Bai Yan was quiet for a while, looking at the flower basket like a helpless child, and finally pretended to say lightly: "Guess."

At eight o'clock, Yuan Yuan still saw the cards on the crowded white peonies on the big screen that was preheating the carousel. A few very fine prints formed a statement that was incompatible with the atmosphere of the scene: I believe I, you will come to the end.

"Why is Bai Yan's family so domineering?" said the girl who hid the black card a few steps away.

Someone responded to her: "Is this a mother's fan? The tone is not mother."

"Who knows." The girl adjusted the position of her palm, facing the stage.

Yuan Yuan tilted her head and stared at the big screen for a long time, trying to analyze why the client wrote such a brazen blessing, but before she could come up with a clue, the phone in her butt pocket vibrated a dozen times in succession. .

Yuan Yuan opened the screen with one hand and saw a set of work pictures that Bai Yan had completed. In the pictures, Bai Yan was wearing a gray silk long-sleeved shirt. The makeup and distribution were as detailed as the first stage. It should be a stylist from The first episode summed up the experience.

The photos are from the downstairs of the dormitory, the bus, and the entrance to the backstage of the studio. It can be seen that they were taken with great care, and each photo was taken from an attractive angle.

[Just pick a nickname: you make a logo and post it on Weibo. ]

[Yuanyuan: Sister, are you there? ]

[Come up with a nickname: The picture you bought, hurry up, there are two hot search topics, take the picture and rub it. ]

[Yuanyuan: Good. ]

[Any nickname: I have something to do later, remember to forward any new content, and I will contact you later. ]

[Yuanyuan: OK. ]

Yuan Yuan watched the conversation between the other party and herself like Party A and Party B, and some strange feelings rose in her heart. It was not until the phone screen and the lights in the auditorium were completely dimmed that she came back to look at the stage.

The three mentors came to the stage and chatted with the host for a while not sincerely, and then a group of people walked forward from the other side of the backstage. At the back of the stage, Wu Yangyang sat in three or four rows, and the players' seats were not turned on. , Yuan Yuan squinted and searched for a long time, but did not see Bai Yan.

The host was explaining the criteria for the previous theme song assessment, and sold off the final assessment results. The big screen suddenly cut into the tidbits of the theme song practice. Dozens of boys with dark circles were either sweating profusely or Out of breath, he gestured repeatedly in front of the mirror in a grey tracksuit.

Bai Yan, who was limping, suddenly appeared in the camera, and then a line of words appeared next to it: Practice for 20 hours a day.

The soundtrack of the tidbit is that the drum beat is obviously burning towards pure music, and a powerful drum beat is struck along with this line of words.

The second line of words jumped out: The first attempt to sing and dance.

"The first diligent contestant, Bai Yan." The host Wu Yue's voice and the third line of words jumped out almost at the same time, "Congratulations Xiaobai, please come to the center of the stage."

Yuan Yuan saw a tall figure walking out from the dark crowd in the back row. Bai Yan's face was a little dazed. He walked to the center of the stage with the host's voice. applause.

The three tutors on the tutor's seat had different expressions, and they all clapped. Yuan Yuan looked at the legendary college classmate Bai Yan who was sitting in the middle and applauded expressionlessly, and his eyelids twitched a few times.

Good night