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"Really?" The vocal teacher's voice was obviously raised, quite surprised, "This is the first time I've heard you speak in such a low voice. You have to understand, this is not a small sum, you have to prepare first Hundreds of thousands. Also, you have to be prepared to shine, the decoration cost is not a small amount."

The boy's footsteps stopped for a moment. He knew that custom-made microphones for singers are very expensive, but he didn't expect it to be so expensive.But he immediately started walking again, walking towards the vice president of the support club he had established, and junior high school students and high school students, they also wanted to fight for that person's chance to stay on stage.

"I have the money. My mother left me a lot of money." The young man didn't want to lie to others. He hadn't worked yet, and he had never even tried part-time jobs in Dalian, nor had he ever earned a penny.

"Your mother's money?" the vocal teacher asked, "Is this how you spend your mother's money at will, letting you spend a lot of money?"

"She gave it to me, and it's mine." The teenager never mentioned his mother like this. "You know, after she left, I hated her very much."

The vocal teacher stopped talking.He could understand the resentment, but he didn't want to hear it.

"Other people have mothers, and I did too, but she suddenly didn't want me. I couldn't understand her suicide when I was a child. I just thought she just didn't want me." The boy said with a smile, "Later, when I grew up, I A person who gradually does not hate, who is not even afraid of death... certainly is not afraid of living. It must be too uncomfortable for her to live. Since it is so uncomfortable, the pain can stop... I don't blame her. She has not been gone for a long time, that When people come, she can be regarded as my mother...don't worry about me, maybe somewhere...she is also reluctant to part with me."

"So I'm willing to spend money for him. He just asks you to find a professional earphone. I want to give him the best. It's as simple as that. As long as you can find the equipment, I can give you any amount of money." The boy exhaled Take a long breath, as if spending the money is as easy as McDonald's.In fact, the ten years that the man was with his father were really not happy, and he bullied him a lot.

"I thought you wouldn't be able to say anything good in your life." The vocal music teacher smiled, and it was indeed that person's son. The stupidity of being desperate for love and flying moths to a flame is the same.

The boy immediately wanted to piss someone off, so he put away his fangs and swallowed the swear words back. "Then will you help?"

"I can only say, try my best." The vocal teacher said, "Professional microphones are all made to order in advance, and it is too late to make them now. If you can't find them, don't blame me."

"Okay, I must blame you if you can't find me when the time comes." The boy seized the opportunity to tease him a little, "Also, don't say that I asked you to help. He is a professional singer, so he must know this How much does it cost, when the time comes, you can say... You gave it away, you gave it away for free, otherwise he will nag me again for wasting money."

"Why, you have a bad temper, are you still afraid that he will nag you?" the vocal music teacher asked, and he guessed correctly, the child's emotions were all controlled by that person.

The young man smiled vigorously. "He is my wife, why am I not afraid of him nagging me? I am willing to be afraid of my wife."

"Okay, hang up, I don't want to hear that you two are in love." The vocal teacher said, and the two chatted for a few more words before hanging up.The young man regained his composure, and walked back to his seat with the McDonald's tray in his hand. The vice president of junior high school students just put down the phone and covered the paper.

"How old are you?" The boy pushed the McDonald's over to him, "Brother, I invite you to eat."

"I'm not hungry." The junior high school student looked stubborn.

"Eat as long as you want, why is there so much nonsense, and we have to discuss how to vote after eating." The young man didn't intend to give up, the man worked so hard to get to his current position, he couldn't give up.The old bastard ruined it with his own hands. He has to find a way to fix it, and he can't let the man live in silence for the rest of his life.

That person was born to belong to the stage, he had to go back, and I had to let him go back.Even if there is only a junior high school student and a high school student behind this support club, we must grasp any glimmer of hope.

The junior high school student didn't say any more, but put away his chemistry paper first.Then he took out a clean plastic bag from his schoolbag, put the McDonald's set meal in front of him, and stuffed it into the schoolbag.Then he took out another plastic bag from his schoolbag, which contained meat buns.

"I brought my own food." He looked at the boy, "Tell me, how can we keep him on stage?"

The young man was confused by his series of operations. He told him to eat, but if he didn't eat, he insisted on taking it back.Come to McDonald's to do your homework and bring your own meat buns?It seems that this kid really has no money.

"How old are you? Why are you already learning chemistry?" The boy became a little curious.

The junior high school student took a bite of the meat buns. The buns were obviously homemade. They were very big, the size of a fist, with thin skin and lots of meat. "My parents found a famous teacher for me and asked me to start learning early. The teacher lived in the place where I met you last time, so the chemistry paper I wrote was a sophomore in high school. I am 13 years old."

"Okay, find a famous teacher..." The boy thought about it, no, if that famous teacher lived in the place where they first met, it would be the same neighborhood as their grandparents, and the money for one class would definitely be enough to eat McDonald's for a month up.

"Your family is quite willing to invest in your education." The boy said.

"Well, my brother said that as long as I can pass the exam, he can afford me no matter which university." The junior high school student said, "But the voting... I think we are doomed."

The boy took a bite of the burger with the same serious expression.Indeed, no matter in terms of manpower or financial resources, male fans are no match for small artist fan groups.

"Then there is only one way." The boy raised his head and took a sip of his drink, "He is a contestant with a lot of topics, and there are many controversies. The program team will not let him go so easily. I guess... there may be a resurrection match .”

"Repechage match?" The junior high school student didn't understand, "What do you mean?"

"After being eliminated in this round, according to everyone's voice, one person will be resurrected from the eliminated players. I have seen this trick a lot."

The junior high school student frowned, but his expression was too immature and he didn't feel serious at all. "If this is the case, I think he will definitely be resurrected. How about this, I will write a template for the announcement in the next few days, and post this on the official account first, calling for everyone to pay more attention to the program. And..." The voice continued Hanging, the phone on his desk rang again, and he picked it up, "Hey, brother, where are you?"

The two chatted again, and the boy concentrated on cooking.

"Yes, I asked the master to install your house. I don't like your house being unsafe... I will install this house later. First seal up your house, yes, seal it up." The junior high school student said, and then stopped. After a while, "Well, I'll go back right away, brother, don't cook at noon, I brought you a McDonald's."

The hamburger that the teenager just put into his mouth, he almost couldn't swallow it.All right brat, take what you bought and feed it back to your family.

"Are you short of money?" When he hung up the phone, the boy asked again.Although I am usually not a good person and have no virtue, I still have the kindness to throw out a few hundred yuan.

"I'm not short, I've already started to help my classmates with their homework to make money." The junior high school student put his mobile phone into his schoolbag, and accidentally exposed several bags of women's supplies inside.The young man blushed when he saw it, obviously he was the older one, but the younger one opposite him was expressionless.

I am very unfamiliar with that thing, like some kind of ambiguous endorsement, I feel like I'm peeping at a girl at a glance.

"Why did you buy that?" the boy asked.

The junior high school student had already put away his schoolbag, and suddenly lowered his head. "Bought for my family, if I don't buy it, my family will buy bulk to save money... Can you get me a ticket? If I have the chance, I want to see him sing once. He is My idol, I just want to see him serious about his career, but don't let any romance happen again."

"This is what you call...the mentality of a career fan. Either way, if he wants to fall in love, he will fall in love. Maybe he has already met his destined other half? But you, let your brother know that you can't kill you? Spend so much money I found a famous teacher for you, but in the end you chased stars and wrote love letters, and you wanted to go to see the scene. Don’t write to him in the future, study hard, and you don’t need love letters.” The boy took the big bag of French fries that he didn’t touch Pushed over with the pineapple pie, "Take it away, take it home to eat, don't say I asked you out and didn't treat you. I will try my best to get you a ticket for the venue, but don't delay your study."

The junior high school student thought for a while, took out the plastic bag, and put the untouched food into the schoolbag.

It was still early, and the two of them discussed some details. Neither of them had a fan club, and they all learned it from other artist fan clubs.After the junior high school student answered another call, the two left McDonald's, one walked home, and the other prepared to take a taxi back to the hotel.

This place is relatively remote, and there are old residential areas nearby, so few taxis are willing to come here.The teenager had to go out with his schoolbag, and it might be easier to wait for the car at the intersection in front of him.When he returned to the hotel, the man was still asleep, wrapped in many layers of quilts, and he was not afraid of suffocation.

He climbed onto the bed, dug the man out, shook him, reminded him to eat on time and get fat seriously.

Two days later, when it was time for the vocal music class, the man and other advanced contestants rushed to the recording studio on time, ready to receive professional guidance from the five instructors.

"Brother, where is your assistant?" Xiao Huangmao came over with the lyrics book.

"He..." The man is really embarrassed to say that he has gone to class, "He has something to do, so he can't leave. Anyway, today is teaching singing, and I don't need any assistants. Besides, I have nothing to do."

"You have a really good temper. Nowadays, many people in the industry are not famous, and they have a lot of ostentation, with two or three assistants around." Xiao Huangmao looked at the lyrics book in his hand, "Have you chosen the song yet? "

The man shook his head. He didn't know what he was waiting for. Anyway, he felt that the song was still waiting for him somewhere.It's just that I don't have the resources in my hands now, and I don't have the connections. It's too difficult to get that song back.

"Have you chosen?" He asked the little yellow hair.

"I've chosen, and I'm ready to sing." Xiao Huangmao looked at it very openly, "Anyway, I, the fans will definitely not be able to compare with the opponents, and the PK competition will definitely not win. Why don't we come to an amazing ending song for this competition, At least the memory is high, the audience can remember me. As long as I am remembered by a small number of people, I will not lose this time. Brother, please rest first, I will go in, and accept the tempering of the instructor."

The man beckoned to him, which meant that he had to hurry.In fact, to participate in the competition, you should put your mind at ease. You can't play the rules of the game. At least you have the courage to take the stage.This step, I have already taken it.

But he also thought, if this time is the end of his competition, he should also sing an amazing song to give himself a perfect explanation.

When he was bored, he turned on his phone to see what the support club was doing.He likes to communicate with fans very much, and often leaves a message below to chat with everyone.The official account has been very active in the past few days, teaching everyone to follow the requirements of the program group to post on Weibo and discuss topics, all of which are unfamiliar to men, and obviously, his fans are not familiar either.

Looking at everyone's clumsy operations, and the tireless tutorials on the official account, all this is so cute in the eyes of men, and behind every retweet is a fresh life.Everyone has never met each other, and they know themselves only by singing, and use this seemingly useless method to cheer themselves up.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the program crew, these people are just the data they want to harvest, and they are the chips in the balance of a pk match, but in the hearts of men, they are all people who find resonance in their singing.

At this time, the outer door of the recording studio opened and several people entered.The man raised his eyes slightly, just in time to see the little artist walking towards him, and extended his hand very politely in front of him, ready to shake hands.

"What a coincidence, you're fighting me this time." The little artist said, "If you think you're hot on the topic, you'd better save yourself."

The man didn't straighten up at all, and slowly stretched out his right hand, but instead of holding him, he pushed his hand away with an arrogant gesture.

"I don't want to talk to you, please go away."

The author has something to say:

Big star: The support club is so powerful, there must be a mature adult behind it.

President & Vice President: Eat McDonald's together.