Tian Tuan aspirations [entertainment circle]

"Okay! Let me pack my luggage, but you two are sitting here lazily!" A Miao raised her head, and noticed that her two brothers were facing away from her, their heads were next to each other, and they didn't know what they were looking at.

His voice attracted Jiji, and the two little ones hurriedly put down the half-packed suitcases in their hands, ran over, passed Wu Hua's shoulder, and saw the photo frame they were holding in their hands.

"It's little Guo Wei!" A Miao yelled, pointing at the child in the corner.

"Well, it's that little brat." Viggo said with a smile.

Seeing Vigo's independent, strong, and timely comfort to his teammates, no one would have thought that he was a timid and autistic child six years ago.

At that time, Vigo was still called Guo Wei, and he was the least conspicuous in the crowd.

The first time I attracted everyone's attention was because I was abused by the substitute teacher at the time.

To this day, Viggo still remembers verbatim what he was scolded.

"You can't sing well, you can't dance well, you're pretty ordinary-looking, and you're timid and cowardly. What else do you want to dream of being a star? Get wiser and drop out of school early, and get out of here."

"Hahahaha!" Accompanied by the insults, there were harsh ridicules from the surrounding students.

Xiao Guowei's eyes were red, and he hid himself deeper. In the second half of the class, he kept giving up on himself and thought: drop out of school, there will be no results.

Just after class, he didn't wait in line to call his mother to communicate about dropping out of school.

The most dazzling classmate in the same period, who will be praised in every class, came to him.

"Don't pay attention to those words, you are actually very good." Wu Hua took his hand and said with a smile, "Try to be brave, come on."

A Miao next to him was very fast, and without authorization lifted Guo Wei's bangs that covered most of his face.

Guo Wei was confused by his actions, and for a moment he forgot to dodge, so he couldn't dodge like that, and several people saw him crying.

"Yo, you're so handsome, you're not ordinary." A Miao whistled.

"Brother..." Jiji, who is only 11 years old and a little shorter than everyone else, leaned over, tugged at his sleeve and said, "I want to get my hair cut, can you come with me?"

That day, Guo Wei took Jiji to cut his hair, and changed himself a new hairstyle by the way.

When he got back to school, recess was over and he didn't call his mother about dropping out.

Later, Guo Wei changed his stage name to 'Vigo', forcing himself to gradually integrate into the group and interact with more people.He also signed up for the school's newly established rap class to create a new line of acting for himself.

A few years later, he became the only graduate of the rap class, and his ability to improvise rap was even inferior to the teacher.

Looking back on the past, Vigo muttered in a low voice, "That's why I said, it's not me who persisted."

"What?" Haw couldn't understand, and asked with a confused face.

Vigo skillfully changed the subject, "It's nothing. You still have to send your hands later, right? Hurry up and pack it up, don't delay the flight."

"Ah! It's too late!" Haw glanced at the wristwatch he had put in front of him, and abruptly took over. Moreover, the dormitory was in chaos again.

Finally packed their luggage, the poor tool man Wu Hua was carrying big bags and small bags in his hands, and a big schoolbag on his back, looking miserable.

"Brother Xiaohua, can you hold on?" Haw asked worriedly.

"It's okay." Wu Hua said with difficulty, "How many times have I reminded you, don't buy these messy things."

"Hee hee, it won't happen in the future." Ah Miao muttered with the attitude of 'I dare you next time', "Anyway, you won't be able to scold me in the future."

"An Sanshui?" Wu Hua heard it on the tips of her ears, and she gritted her teeth and said, "You haven't even taken off yet, and your wings are hardened. I can't control you anymore, can I?"

"I was wrong, I was wrong!" A Miao slid and knelt while rushing out.

Just running out of the dormitory, the suitcase inadvertently hit a person's foot.

He quickly corrected his attitude and apologized to the other party, "I'm sorry...is it you?"

The person Ah Miao ran into was none other than Jock, a classmate who couldn't bear the temptation and stayed in country P to make his debut. Behind him was his new teammate and manager.

In order to adapt to the local market, he even changed his stage name to English.

The two sides met on a narrow road, and were a little embarrassed for a while, not knowing what to say to start.

Instead, the manager on the opposite side jumped out first, looked at the luggage in their hands mockingly, and said in a contemptuous tone, "Are you going to go back? What a bunch of ignorant white-eyed wolves."

Coincidentally, this agent was the teacher who scolded Viggo for almost quitting school.

"What a good platform and resources the company has provided you. You all don't know how to cherish them, and you have to go back to a small corner to develop. Do you really think you can open up wasteland? Don't bury yourself in the wasteland, and then run back to let the company Take you in."

As the manager said, he walked around behind Jock, holding his shoulders as if he was showing off a commodity, showing off to several people.

"Look at the obedient child, he has now become the C of the new group, and the debut song and stage design are all done by the master. Before long, he will be the next popular idol. And you..." The manager looked at Wu Hua said bluntly, "No matter how good your grades are, when you are on stage, you can only dance with real idols."

He spoke very meanly, without mercy at all, attacking his weaknesses with every word and every word.

However, these children in front of them are no longer the brats who were allowed to be insulted and dared not cry loudly.

After hearing this high-spirited talk, Vigo laughed shamelessly, "A small place in a corner? You really feel overwhelmed with yourself. Do you need to compare with a map? Which side is the small place?"

"That's right!" Ah Miao jumped out unconvinced, "Our random province is larger than your entire country!"

The manager beeped unconvinced, "So what if the area is big?"

"It can't be done." Wu Hua said in a firm tone, word by word, "But we have the biggest stage, the largest audience, and everything is the best."

The agent scoffed at his statement, "Audience? Do you really think that the number of people can determine the market?"

"Whether you can decide or not is not up to you, nor is it up to me. Let time make the decision." Wu Hua looked at him neither humble nor overbearing, with gentle strength all over her body, "The only thing we can do now is to do our best Do what you can, run all the way to your dreams.”

"So," Kid Haw got angry, frowned and glared at him angrily, "Even if you use despicable means to detain our captain here for a year, the result will still not change!"

"Stop talking nonsense with him, let's go, we still have to catch a plane." Vigo waved his hands to greet his two younger brothers.When passing by Jock, he said in a low voice, "Congratulations, I hope you will always stand in position C with peace of mind, and then—"

He paused, didn't say any more, followed the other people and left without looking back.

Jock couldn't help shivering, as if when he decided to stay, he made the wrong move of the most important move in his life.

The manager was still cursing and cursing them to be unknown for the rest of their lives.

However, the teenagers who have been facing the sun all the way, don't bother to pay attention to him at all.

Haw's figurine was too troublesome to mail, and it took more than an hour to pack it.

The four hurried to the airport, and there was not much time left before boarding the plane, so they didn't have time to say goodbye.

Wu Hua could only take advantage of the last few minutes to hug her brothers one by one.

"Haha, you can act like a baby in front of everyone from now on, you don't have to always pretend to be a cool guy. We watched you grow up, why haven't you seen it before?"

"Got it! Don't talk!" The cool brother who was demolished chirped, covering his flushed face with all his strength.

"Amiao, I can't stare at you from now on, you have to learn to be sensible and think about the consequences before doing things." Wu Hua stroked his hair like a careless old woman, "You are too impulsive gone."

Ah Miao said happily, "Don't worry Brother Xiaohua, I will be cautious in my words and deeds, and I will not be mischievous until you come back!"

"...What you said made me want to beat you up early." Wu Hua pushed A Miao away in disgust.

He came before Vigo, who seemed the most reliable, but actually made him the most worried.

"You are already great, do everything according to your ability, don't push yourself too hard."

"Understood," Vigo couldn't help complaining, "You are just like my mother."

"..." Wu Hua's expression gradually froze, and she asked in a low voice, "Are you going to force me to see you off with violence?"

"Hahahaha, Brother Hua, calm down!"

"We're going to catch a plane, brother, come back early!"

"Goodbye~"

The three teenagers waved to Wu Hua and embarked on an unknown journey with their luggage.

In fact, although the manager's words were not pleasant, he was right in one point.

This time a few people returned to China to develop, the essence is tantamount to opening up wasteland.

Compared with the mature idol economy in country P, and the almost universal fan market.

The current domestic entertainment industry can't even give them the most basic debut stage, let alone the follow-up idol system operation.

In the existing entertainment industry, there is no concept of 'idol'. The group groups that debuted in the past were all in the form of bands or pure singing, relying on CD and tape sources to promote, and even the Internet communication is not too developed.

According to the survey, less than 50% of households own computers.On the market, mobile phones that can connect to the Internet account for less than [-]%, and those that can watch videos online are even rarer.

Such a harsh environment is extremely unfavorable for singing and dancing groups that rely on visual effects and need a big stage.

Before returning to China, several people had already imagined that the initial stage must be difficult.

But they didn't expect that the reality was more difficult than imagined.

"It's been a week, a whole week!"

In the small and damp rental house, Jiji squatted in front of a pile of eaten instant noodle boxes with his face in his hands, and complained unbearably, "Don't talk about work, we don't even have a chance to practice dancing!"

"It's normal. We haven't debuted yet, and we don't have any fame at all. Which platform will provide performance opportunities?" Vigo sat cross-legged by the bed, playing with the old laptop he bought from the second-hand market, without looking up replied, "Even if it's a part-time job, people only need to be a backup dancer."

"What about the practice room?" Ah Miao asked quickly, "I can live in the basement and eat instant noodles all the time, but there must be a practice room, right?"

Haw: "Yes, without daily training, I can't maintain the standard of debut."

Vigo: "I've been looking for a practice room, but there are too few professional practice rooms in China. The few that meet the standards...the rent is very expensive. If we eat instant noodles for a year, we may not be able to save a month's rent. "

"It's so expensive..." Ah Miao stretched out and pulled the hamster pillow over and hugged her tightly, feeling a little desperate.

Seeing that his brother was so sad, Viggo quickly comforted him, "Don't be too pessimistic. I went out to look for a job today, and by the way, I walked around and found a big empty house. Let's chip in to buy a big mirror, which can barely be used as a practice Room use."

"Okay~" A Miao cheered up quickly, and asked excitedly, "Are there speakers and a metronome?"

Viggo: "...No."

Haw lowered the bar, "Can the speaker be bought, can it be powered?"

Viggo: "...can't."

Can use a fart!A Miao and Jiji were wilted again.

"At least the place is spacious enough. As for the other parts, let's think about it..." Before Vigo could finish speaking, the beep from the old computer interrupted him.

Vigo quickly swiped the computer twice, and found that he had responded to his previous post.

Post subject: Asking for rent practice room QAQ

My two teammates and I are singing and dancing trainees, and we need a professional-level practice room to maintain our daily training.The budget is very low, very low, is there any suitable one you can recommend to me?

Bo xixixi replied: Landlord, is there a free practice room?

The author has something to say: Later, after the big F group became popular, the netizens who dug graves built tens of thousands of floors for them, and each floor was "Vigo, you still sent QAQ back then, hahahaha, you laughed so hard!" '

Thank you everyone!