Chapter 25 "I'm Satisfied"

The raised stage is made to look like a forest, and the irregular background wall is covered with real leaves, hovering around the supporting structure of the stage.

Bai Yan stood in the center, wearing a fluffy off-white sweater. His hair was placed naturally. It looked clean and fluffy under the light. The axis position cuts into the stage, and then stops firmly on Bai Yan's face.

The lights were hot, and he was lost for a moment, and there was a buzzing sound in his head, like the sound of a strong wind.

The spotlight creates the effect of virtual petals in the air, and the small white dots float slowly in the air. Bai Yan suddenly remembered what Sui Yi said, so he obediently looked in the direction of the spotlight, the extremely bright white light like To lead to another world, he squeezed the hand holding the microphone twice regularly, and then sang the opening according to the technique Sui Yi said.

With his own voice and constant accompaniment in his ears, Bai Yan felt his nose was sore, and then closed his eyes.

When the accompaniment ended, the audience was silent for a while before applause broke out. Bai Yan turned his head and found Sui Yi's position in the halo.

Sui Yi looked at him from a distance, with no expression on his face, his eyes were heavy.

Bai Yan was a little uneasy in his heart, and followed the directions in his ears to the center of the stage. A white cotton wool used as an atmosphere prop fell in front of him. He reached out and grabbed the thing in front of him, and then heard Sui Yi's voice.

"I'm very satisfied." Sui Yi answered the host's question.

"I heard that mentor Sui also participated in this song. Can you share an interesting story?" The host looked at Suiyi and put another microphone into Bai Yan's hand.

Bai Yan was stunned for a while, grabbing the two microphones and standing there.

"Actually, I didn't have high expectations for the vocal group at the beginning." Sui Yi said, "But everyone worked hard and performed beyond my imagination."

The host smiled and asked another tutor, "Where's Miss Anne?"

"It's really great!" Jane Anne's eyes showed surprise, "My expectations have been lifted!"

"Leader!" The rap instructor, who was several years younger than Bai Yan, asked, "How do you understand this theme?"

Bai Yan looked at him with an expression like he wasn't ready.

"I'm very curious, the performance of this song and lyrics is really beyond my imagination." The rap instructor smiled unconvincingly: "I want to ask you to write a song for me, briefly explain how you understand this theme ?"

The players in the same group looked at each other nervously, like students who were caught copying their homework.

Sui Yi's chin was tense, and her face was sinking like water. Bai Yan glanced at him, and some words in her heart were looming.

He pondered for a while, handed the extra microphone in his hand to the person next to him, and said word by word: "The students in our group are all individual players, and many of them do not have a company, and have not even contacted their families."

The expressions of the people on the tutor's seat paused, and the rap tutor was also stunned, as if he had received an answer to an irrelevant question.

"We are like a group of grass without roots gathered here. There is an old song how to say it, called Pingju? Because of this song, we gather here like weeds hugging together, wanting to take root, so we just With this song." Bai Yan's heart was very complicated, and he kept secretly recalling the sour lines written by Gu Dong, and changed it several times to the present answer.

There was applause one after another in the unlit auditorium, and the young girl hoarsely shouted the name of another little boy in the same group.

No one cares about the process of creating this song, let alone the processing of lyrics and music that most audiences can't understand. The performance was pushed to the climax of the entire show within half an hour, followed by deafening cheers. In a trance, there was a brief blank in his expression, and he heard the focus of the audience thank him.

"Mr. Sui Yi has helped us a lot, and we will always remember this cooperation in our hearts." Bai Yan seemed to be a different person, calm and sincere.

Bai Yan hasn't called his name for several years, and he hasn't even heard a follow-up teacher.

The excessive decency in this sentence made him finally realize that the past few years have passed. Bai Yan is no longer as stupid as a student. He has learned to decorate and package, and knows how to win more for himself when he has the opportunity. Interests.

Sui Yi feels like a lucky audience member who is redeeming the prize. While scratching out a big prize, he is also disappointed after realizing his wish, although what he can do for Bai Yan and what Bai Yan has done is already the best at the moment. .

"What about the tutor, what else do you want to say?" The host received a prompt from the director in his ears.

Sui Yi put one hand on the microphone, and after a while of silence, she said, "I hope you will continue to work hard."

The background sound of the atmosphere sounded loudly, the host signaled everyone to turn back, the audience voting had ended, and the scorer showed that Bai Yan was the first in the group.

The little boy standing next door turned around and hugged Bai Yan, congratulating him sincerely.

Bai Yan smiled reluctantly, raised his hand and patted the other's back.

The vocal group started, and the follow-up shows all walked towards the warm route, which successfully deceived the tears of a large audience.

Gudong sat in the corner wearing his work card, pouted his lips disdainfully, sneered at the players outside the Baiyan group, and devoted himself to writing gossip posts.

She started venting casually, and heard the host begin to announce the results.

Bai Yan, as the number one vote in the three vocal groups, became the first player to advance to the top 35.

Gu Dong's fingers stuck, and looked up at the stage through the sound gap. Bai Yan's expression was docile and blank, as if she was understanding the final result. Her nose was suddenly a little sore, and she lowered her head and looked at the screen with red eyes. Text.

In her revelations document, Bai Yan is a helpless weed. He came here with the future in mind. He is a little brother who is very patient with outsourced screenwriters. He is very liked by several mentors. There is no other hobby in the practice room, and finally achieved better vocal performance through diligent practice.

In addition to the results, Gu Dong pressed the delete button a few times to remove the part where Bai Yan's strength had soared.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and she glanced up at the entire waiting area with her head raised. Most of the players sitting in the chairs were as tired as her, and like Bai Yan, they had not improved for two months.

The miracle packaged by the lights and editing did not exist, Gu Dong turned his head and saw Sui Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, and applauded slowly calmly.

The stage lights dimmed, leaving only a small light leading to the backstage.

She suddenly felt bored, pressed the delete button tightly, and emptied the draft that had just been typed.

When Asi received the news, the evening rush hour had passed, and Yuan Yuan shouted happily on the phone: "It's 35!"

"Ah? Ah! It's pretty good!" Asi was stunned for a while before she said.

"What's the matter with you?" Yuan Yuan hid behind the sign at the exit of the theater and asked a little puzzled, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No." Asi looked uninterested.

"Then why are you so mourning?" Yuan Yuan didn't quite understand, "Bai might make it to the finals, so you won't have to worry about running in the future!"

Asi laughed a little awkwardly, and hurriedly hung up the phone without saying anything.

Yuan Yuan was so excited by the result of Bai Yan's game that she almost forgot the entry time.

Fans who were temporarily rested lined up to show their bracelets to the staff and entered the factory one by one.

While waiting, everyone tacitly kept silent, as if their strength could only be used recklessly during the recording.

Yuan Yuan touched Bai Yan's fan area and carefully took out his phone from his padded jacket pocket.

[Yuanyuan: Sister! You know it! White has advanced! ]

[Any nickname: Hmm]

The opposite is still as calm as ever, as if there is an expected confidence.

[Yuanyuan: Sister! I haven't posted a picture recently! What should I do? ]

In the other group, there is a few propaganda for Bai Yan, and they send out intensive materials and drafts one after another for more than ten hours a day, like a robot without temper.

[Any nickname: just let them post it. ]

[Yuanyuan: All right. ]

The instructor seat suddenly turned on the lights, and the cool light beam hit the faces of several instructors.

Yuan Yuan looked over curiously, and Sui Yi sat back first, holding a mobile phone and playing with it with a cold expression.

The stylist next to him held up a puff half the size of his face and slowly touched up his makeup.

The phone vibrated, Yuan Yuan subconsciously looked down at the phone.

[Just pick a nickname: If you are more free, you can go and see his cp super chat and send something. ]

[Yuanyuan: What? ]

According to his keywords, Yuan Yuan found more than a dozen Weibo super words with white characters or banquet characters.

Most of the top copy is strange, but she still read it patiently.

The most popular topic was a topic called Yibai. Yuan Yuan's eyelids twitched a few times, and he clicked into the homepage unnecessarily, and saw a composite photo on the top.

Bai Yan is not very happy now, and the right side is exactly the same as the person in the middle of the tutor's seat.

Yuan Yuan fell into hesitation, picked a very popular two-person picture and transferred it to the chat box.

The blogger who made the picture is called Gudong Gudong Hey, he is also the creator of Yibai Chaohua.

[Yuanyuan: This? ]

After Yuan Yuan forwarded this news, she raised her head numbly.

Sui Yi was more than ten meters away from her, her makeup was white and almost transparent, she looked at the phone in front of her with no expression, touched the screen with her fingertips, and then smiled without any trace.

"Everyone, put away your mobile phones! It's on!" The man recruiting the audience spoke non-standard Mandarin and hurriedly maintained the order.

[Any nickname: you can look at this. ]

Yuan Yuan put her finger on the screen, hesitating and not knowing what to say.

[Any nickname: How about you look at this person? ]

[Yuanyuan: Huh? ]

When he looked up again, the lights in the auditorium had all been turned off. Yuan Yuan hid the phone back in his pocket and looked nervously at the stage.

A man without makeup stood on the stage near the auditorium, and there was a sudden commotion around. Yuan Yuan asked the fans in front of him curiously: "Who is this?"

"Chen Xiaolong!" The fans' expressions were very excited.

"Who is he?" Yuan Yuan was puzzled.

"...Director." The other party looked at her speechlessly, "Are you a passerby?"

Yuan Yuan was stunned, and the other party thought his question was funny, so he laughed to himself.

Someone whispered, swearing a few swear words.

Chen Xiaolong's expression was very complicated, as if he was doing some self-reflection, he announced the new competition system in a solemn tone.

Removed the part of online voting, removed the brand sponsorship list, and returned to the most original form of competition, with live audiences and mentors voting.

"In addition, the instructor also has the privilege of an only card once in each round." Chen Xiaolong continued: "In the schedule of 60-35 and 35-20, an only card can be issued to any player. , this player will also enter the next round of competition."

Although there were rumors and rumors early on, the chief director's solemn announcement brought a very strong sense of oppression.

Yuan Yuan clearly heard a curse from the girl behind her, and then whispered, "Chen Xiaolong, give me my money back."

In the dim environment, the expressions of fans were faintly angry, and Yuan Yuan felt inexplicable anxiety in the middle of it.

"It's sloppy, I finally know why Suiyi wants to be a mentor." A fan's conversation was uploaded on the side.

"Did he talk about this earlier and want to come in Baoyi Shengqing?" Another person said softly.

"Can this shit show still be done? If Chen Gou doesn't want to do it, let me come." The fans said with hatred.

"Suiyi is really this year..." The fan with his hair tied into a small ball muttered to himself.

Sister Zhan, who was secretly filming with a black card on the side, turned her head and glared at Xiao Wanzi: "What's wrong with Suiyi to get you to talk about it here? Who are you? Which family are you from?"

Yuan Yuan was panicked by the noise, and took a few steps forward to get closer to the stage, away from the atmosphere of the storm behind him.

Sui Yi, who was in the center of the whirlpool, sat calmly in her seat, as if she couldn't hear his voice at all.

The host's tone was subtly inviting Sui Yi to use the only card privilege, as if stirring the normal atmosphere.

Yuan Yuan followed the audience to watch him, and the air seemed to freeze.

Sui Yi's expression was very light, and she could hardly see her emotions. She pulled the microphone in her ear and said, "I'll give it to Xiaoyi."

"Grass, what is he doing!" The girl behind him was wearing Yi Shengqing's support uniform, holding his slogan in her hand: "How hateful!"

Yuan Yuan was confused by the discussions around him, and looked at the crowd in the huge recording hall as if he couldn't understand.

There are cameras and atmosphere lights, and countless fans for Starlight, who have infinitely good people in their eyes, and in addition to this, there are infinitely bad, infinitely risky, infinitely uncertain futures.

She was suddenly a little worried about Bai Yan, and looked at his head to capture his figure, but the waiting area was full of darkness, and she couldn't see anything.

Yuan Yuan withdrew his gaze, remembering that he had done a lot of casual things for Bai Yan, and it was from someone outside the ocean who had nothing to do with him, and he felt a little emotional unconsciously.

I want to thank her well when go back, Yuan Yuan thought.