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Chapter 15 "Good Luck"
Chapter 15 "Good Luck"
There are many things in this world that can reflect a person's bad mood, slow response, sloppy and sluggish.
When the restless players in the room were in a situation similar to the white banquet, the executive director had already begun to consider a large number of applications for a psychiatrist to the base.
However, the sight in front of him also proved that the mobile phones in this dormitory have not been collected.
"Classmates, get moving!" The executive director drummed, "We will gather in the hall in ten minutes and record in groups!"
Bai Yan came out of the bathroom with a bird's nest head on, and happened to bump into Yi Shengqing, whose expression was a little hollow.
"Brother Bai." Yi Shengqing nodded to him with a washbasin. This action seemed to have become his habitual action, but Bai Yan felt a little uncomfortable about it.
"Don't bow to me all the time." Bai Yan said directly, his attitude and tone were not in line with the temperament of this show.
Yi Shengqing froze in place, opened his mouth and said nothing.
Machines have been set up in the studio, and young and not-young staff members are doing their jobs in silence. The silence fills the room dozens of meters high, making the surroundings empty.
Gudong hid in the corner with the computer in his arms, and glanced around. Most of the contestants had prayer-like expressions on their faces, and a few were as dumb as Bai Yan. Overall, these sixty people stuffed the studio even more deadly.
For some unknown reason, the executive director did not choose to announce the new competition format, but only told everyone that the new competition began after sighing.
"The way of grouping this time is..." The executive director took a deep breath, "drawing lots."
Many people in the spotlight showed expressions of incomprehension, but more people standing behind the machine expressed sympathy for the planning. After removing all voting rankings, drawing lots is the only way to solve the smooth recording.
A large number of folded printing paper slips were stuffed into the cardboard box, and the contestants gathered around the executive director in a disorderly manner.
Bai Yan immediately opened the note in his hand, and the spotlight shone brightly on the words.
He watched calmly for a while, and let the camera move around in front of him. The staff in charge of the behind-the-scenes footage stared at the monitor for half a minute, making sure that he couldn't capture any fluctuations in Bai Yan before talking to the walkie-talkie. He said: "Change someone."
The piece of paper in his hand was very light. Just like this time, he stared blankly for a while, and was hugged by Go Sijia from behind his neck: "Brother Bai!"
"What!" Bai Yan was startled, and subconsciously grasped the paper in his hand.
"Let's change!" Gosega suppressed her voice to please him, "Let's change."
"..." Bai Yan glanced at him and said nothing.
"I don't want to go to rap! The pervert cd!" Gosga unfolded the half-crusted paper, "You don't want to go to the vocal group either!"
The camera slowly moved back, facing him and Gosga, Bai Yan looked at the paper in his hand and paused.
"Look at CD's evaluation of you so well, follow the teacher to criticize you every day, you can change it with me, isn't it the best of both worlds?" Gosega loosened his neck and showed a pitiful expression.
Bai Yan looked at the note in his hand for a while, then pouted, but said nothing.
"Change it! Change it!" Gosjia felt the dawn of victory, and clenched Bai Yan's forearm with both hands.
The door of the studio, which was hung with a blackout cloth, was pushed open, and a camera was carried backwards and walked inside. Gosegae, his eyes stopped for two seconds on the same swastika posture, and then walked towards the center of the studio.
"Don't change!" Bai Yan had a guilty conscience that his cheating was discovered, and turned his head to reject him.
When Sui Yi strode in, it blew away the dullness that had not been ventilated in the studio for a long time, like the blaze of fire in the yellow light, bringing new and bright hope to people.
The silence of the whole room was dispelled, and the players seemed to see signs of fame again, and slowly cooperated, and followed the executive director to his place.
Thirty minutes later, the three mentors were still standing like cashiers, and the players in front of them stepped forward to sign in one by one and took away their notebooks.
Bai Yan didn't look up when he walked in front of Sui Yi, as if he was a customer eager to pay, his hands spread out.
Sui Yi raised one eyebrow indistinctly, then put the flow book and lyrics book in his hand, and couldn't help asking, "How did you choose the vocal music."
Bai Yan raised his head and confirmed his singing talent again from Sui Yi's words: "It was drawn by lot."
The tone was very flat, and the expected vocal instructor felt a trace of disgust.
"Good luck." Sui Yi's fingers were still on the lyrics book, and she smiled like a teacher.
Bai Yan felt his heart beat violently.
Sui Yi's voice had discernible fatigue, but there seemed to be indescribable ease.
"Good luck." The contestant standing behind Bai Yan repeated, looking at Sui Yi admiringly.
Bai Yan pulled out the book with some force and went around to the back of the team.
His stature is not outstanding, and half of the back of his head flickered in the crowd. Sui Yi glanced at it a few times, lowered his head and took the book handed by the staff.
Gosga took the rap lyrics and walked to the white banquet with a wad of paper with a frown.
"Good back." Go Sijia muttered to himself, and hugged Bai Yan with open arms.
The aroma of hairspray and cosmetics entered his nose, and Bai Yan frowned.
The staff in the studio began to change memory cards, and the instructors and players sat around each other.
When taking a break in the middle, Sui Yi was hugged out just like when she came in.
Bai Yan felt a little tired, leaning on the decorative shelf in the corner, Sui Yi's back was always upright in his corner.
"Brother Bai." Go Sijia came over again and stared at the notebook in Bai Yan's hand: "Look at your question?"
The cover is the logo of the vocal group and the program. Bai Yan turned over and saw the topic selection of the group. The planning seemed to favor plants, and divided the vocal group into three themes, flowers, grass and wood.
There was a blank space below the theme, and Gosga was stunned for a while, then turned to ask him, "Why don't you have lyrics?"
The rap group's script is a blockbuster word, while the vocal group only has a blank space.
Bai Yan looked at the things in his hand in confusion until someone patted him on the shoulder.
The executive director looked relieved, and pointed to the side door of the studio: "The vocal group is recording, and you're the only one missing!"
Bai Yan forced himself to crawl out of his wanderings and followed people out.
The chaotic and noisy discussion gradually faded away, and the executive director lowered his voice: "Fortunately, follow the instructor to remind me, otherwise no one will be there."
Bai Yan hummed vaguely, and his footsteps were a little chaotic for a while.
Twenty people from the vocal group occupied the largest practice room, and Sui Yi sat cross-legged on the ground like everyone else.
The heating was sufficient, Sui Yi took off her jacket and only wore a black T-shirt to record.
Xiao Chen huddled in the corner with his jacket and thermos cup in his arms, his phone vibrating constantly.
The nickname of the new account was very casual, showing that it was a girl. The publicity team that was recruited temporarily set up a chat group and continuously sent real-time announcements to the group.
Judging from her short career experience, these few staff serving Bai Yan are very professional, both the photos and the words are just right, and the movements are quick and the words are very few, which is not the same as the common, flattering propaganda .
Another girl who was pulled into the group is said to be the manager of the Baiyan Support Club, and she will be reminded before releasing the announcement out of courtesy.
But she is always very polite, except for the good ones, she will only answer: I don't understand very well, you can decide.
Xiao Chen even suspected that the other party was an automatic reply machine, until she took the initiative to send a screenshot of Weibo to the group.
The link is that the program team is recruiting audiences for the second performance. The number of votes on the day of the performance will determine where the top 35 places go.
"Should the support club sign up?" Yuan Yuan asked in the group.
The chat group named Xiaobai Only was silent for two minutes before the members in charge of content production broke the silence.
"Yuanyuan, post the link in the group."
"We're all going to sign up."
Xiao Chen curled his lips in disgust, and was about to type something nonsense when the lights in the practice room suddenly turned on two degrees.
The executive director brought Bai Yan in, and several machines were turned on together, making an inaudible beeping sound.
Sui Yi looked up at Bai Yan, then lowered her head again, showing some very focused expressions, listening to the players next to her.
Several reality show screenwriters sat huddled in the corner with blank expressions on their faces.
Gu Dong suddenly realized that Bai Yan was absent from the first 20 minutes of recording, so Sui Yi called to stop.
No more pitching, writing hundreds of pages of line suggestions on the laptop is meaningless. She has created new documents for other players, and Gudong suddenly realizes that his enthusiasm for Bai Yan has been extinguished.
Bai Yan is her low threshold and absolutely cost-effective investment. The only thing she spends is time and energy.
According to her understanding, without the influence of Yi Shengqing's popularity, Bai Yan's name would quickly disappear from the Internet.
"Let's start." The executive director made a gesture, then sat behind the monitor.
A screenwriter stood out in the corner to help control the scene, grabbing a few flow sheets that had just been printed out and had not yet been bound.
"Follow the tutor, which one should we choose first?" the girl asked cautiously.
Sui Yi glanced at the thing in her hand and asked in surprise, "Is this the original theme?"
"correct."
Sui Yi was ashamed unprepared and said, "It's a bit difficult, I thought it would be in the next round."
The screenwriter laughed a little embarrassedly and just wanted to rush to record: "Then which theme shall we start with first?"
Sui Yi didn't show discomfort to this blunt interruption, just shrugged, lowered her head and turned the lyrics book to the second page.
Bai Yan looked at him across two people. The outline of Sui Yi's nose bridge and brow bone was very obvious, and it looked eye-catching under the makeup.
Sui Yi's sense of boundless instability in the past two months has suddenly disappeared, and when recording the show, there is only a relaxed slack left, and Bai Yan has a dull sense of what has really happened in the past few days.
"Let's start with grass, I like grass and trees very much." Sui Yi raised her head and gave the photographer an expression, "Why does it seem to be singing again."
"I like it too." The nearest player agreed.
"It's my favorite song!" Another contestant shouted, and there were applause and cheers.
After a long while, Bai Yan raised his head restrainedly and looked at Suiyi who was flawless in front of the camera, and then a strange and subtle emotion emerged.
"Which classmate wants to choose grass?" The screenwriter's tone rose.
An unhealthy and thin hand raised from the outermost circle, Bai Yan raised his eyes, and said in a low tone, "Me."
With Yi's relaxed expression changing somewhat, his Adam's apple rolled, but he didn't say anything.
"Xiao Bai?" The screenwriter was surprised. "Are you going to choose grass?"
"Yeah." Bai Yan couldn't explain his motives in his mind, but nodded calmly.
The screenwriter didn't see Sui Yi speak for a while, so he turned his head to look at Bai Yan: "Why did you choose this theme?"
"I just feel...I..." Bai Yan was unprepared, so he could only talk nonsense, "Like a grass?"
Someone in the practice room laughed, and Bai Yan's face seemed to be lit.
Sui Yi looked at him quietly from the opposite side, the expression on his face disappeared.
"Do you feel like you're wandering?" The vocal group unexpectedly didn't have any popular players, and Bai Yan, the only topical person, started his usual mind wandering again. The screenwriter gave him a headache.
"I have read your information before." Sui Yi said suddenly.
All eyes turned to the center of the practice room.
"The reason for your competition is to repay the mortgage." Suiyi's tone was like a very careful and persuasive teacher: "Since you have already bought a house, why do you still feel like you are wandering?"
Bai Yan didn't expect that the tutor would also see the registration form, and the feeling of suffocation and helplessness came up.
After a long time, Bai Yan said vaguely, "It's okay."
The screenwriter gave up on himself and wanted to end the uninteresting selection, so he put a microphone in Bai Yan's hand.
"Xiao Bai, choose inversely, sing a paragraph first, and confirm with the instructor whether it is suitable." The screenwriter stared intently at the schedule in his hand.
Bai Yan took over the microphone and suddenly remembered Sui Yi's evaluation in the last performance. He forgot whether his voice really sounded like a rusted gear when he sang to the end, and he was not sure if the other players in the same group despised him in their hearts. .
But he remembered that Sui Yi, who was sitting in the middle of the tutor's seat, gave a bad review.
Nervous mixed with a subtle mood, Bai Yan subconsciously clenched the microphone, lowered his head and glanced at the floor.
Sui Yi maintained a posture, her eyes were heavy.
When Bai Yan panics, there are many small movements, such as pressing twice while holding the microphone, and then wrapping his fingers tightly.
For example, when he is impatient, he will not speak, but will only lower his eyes and patrol the ground with his eyes.
Sui Yi was only freed from the anxiety of posing as a fan of Bai Yan a few hours ago, and her eyes seemed to be sharper now.
Bai Yan hadn't shown his vivid appearance for a long time, and he was lost for a moment.
Sui Yi remembered that the first time Bai Yan stood in front of him, the counselor picked up the classroom microphone and handed it to Bai Yan, then smiled expectantly.
Bai Yan squeezed the microphone twice before saying softly, "Hello everyone."
Thanks, good night