After the rebirth, I became the top class again

Wen Song was still complacent about his wink expressiveness, but in a blink of an eye he was pushed in front of Mi Tian by the young man's strong force.

"This one," Lu Yige said in a tone that could not be refused to Mi Tian, ​​"focus on teaching." After speaking, he turned and left the practice room.

His strides were so big and hasty that no one could notice his fidgety fisted hands. Whether it was the sweaty palms or the slightly raised veins, they all revealed the flustered and confused mood of the young man.

Wen Song, who was under intensive care, showed a helpless and embarrassed smile at Mi Tian, ​​and complained aloud: "He doesn't teach me."

Mi Tian, ​​who had long been used to his captain's temperament, comforted him: "It's okay, I must teach better than him."

Facts have proved that Mi Tian is indeed much cuter than Lu Yige.

On the eve of the first performance, the entire base was shrouded in a tense atmosphere.

The sound of music in the practice room is non-stop all day long, and rows of windows are lit until late at night or even early in the morning. Sweat is accompanied by tears, and tension is accompanied by anxiety. No one wants to shrink back.

Among them, the "One Day" group is the most enviable, but also the most worrying.

After many days of rehearsing over and over again, their stage finally didn't look so bad, but that's all.

After all, it is a grass-roots team, and it is not as fast as those who have practiced for many years. Their common wish now is not to forget the movements and words to complete the stage smoothly.

After another instructor-guided class, the "One Day" group fell into an extremely depressed atmosphere.

As the stage of the first public performance approached, there were still some people who didn't remember the movements, and the positioning was even more messy.

The dragging members fell into great self-blame.

At this critical juncture, Lu Yige was called by the program team to record other things. Although Lu Yige said before leaving, there was no need to worry, but how could they not be in a hurry.

Among them, He Yi, who has a dance foundation and usually dances the best, is already facing collapse.

"I don't know what's going on. I practiced well underneath, but every time I lose the chain at a critical moment." He Yi said as he wiped away a few tears from the corners of his eyes, but he couldn't wipe them off one by one.

The crowd quickly gathered around him to comfort him, and Feng Afu patted He Yi on the shoulder and handed him a tissue: "It's a good thing to find problems before going on stage, so that we can overcome them one by one, so that we don't have to be in a hurry on stage."

He Yi cried even harder: "But I have been like this since I was a child." He wiped away his tears, "Really, every time an important stage is messed up by me, I know I am not suitable to be an artist, but I really I like it so much, I like it so much, I just don't want to give up..."

In the tutor class, He Yi kept forgetting his movements and even reversed his direction. This is indeed not his normal level. Everyone knows why he refused to be the C position.

Affected by He Yi's crying, the others also began to wipe away their tears.

Unable to see it any longer, Wen Song sat on the floor and said to He Yi face to face: "I understand your psychological pressure, try not to take this stage too seriously, we are just completing a performance now, on stage and off stage It doesn't make a difference."

Wen Song didn't expect that he would become a member of the comforting team, but He Yi's crying made him very unbearable. He shouldn't have accused them of disrespecting the stage that time, but they cared too much about the stage.

"The worst result is a mistake in the official performance, and the whole group will be ashamed together," Feng Afu continued, wiping the corner of his eyes, "but let me say first, as long as I am with you, I am not afraid of being ashamed."

Huo Dong nodded at the side: "I'm not afraid, anyway, I have rough skin and thick flesh."

"Me too, I just sang broken notes." Wang Hongyu is one of those people who demand money to dance and sing to death. He laughed at himself, "but I can finish this song, and I admire myself."

Wen Song, who was still thinking about how to paddle reasonably before the instructor's class, fell silent.

"I'm so sorry for Xiaolu. He taught us so seriously, but I'm still so bad."

"Actually, I'm not afraid of embarrassment, I'm just afraid of dragging Xiaolu down, I'm afraid of being chased and scolded by his fans." Feng Afu cried with real emotion, as if he had seen the scene of being chased and killed by fans after leaving the island.

Wen Song stood up and said: "Everyone, crying can't solve the problem. Let's pick out the movements we are not familiar with and give each other some ideas. It's like He will forget the movements when he is nervous, so we sacrifice some neatness. , he can be a quarter of an eight beat slower than others, and with the hints from his teammates, it will be much better."

He Yi's crying stopped. It was the first time he had heard of this method. The team's performances always took neatness as the first goal, and he never thought that it could be like this.

"That's right," Feng Afu said in surprise, "No matter how well you practice, you can't guarantee [-]% neatness, I think it can!"

Wen Song nodded and patted He Yi on the shoulder: "Believe in yourself, and trust us too."

"I think," He Yi raised his head, wiped away his tears, his eyes regained light, "I can try."

"Come on, let's do it again!"

"Fuck him!"

After one round of practice, He Yi laughed through his tears: "Okay, I seem to be really good at it."

"Great!"

"I made a wrong move just now, brothers do it again."

"Ah Fu," Wen Song couldn't help instructing again, "If you can't remember the beat, just memorize the figure. For example, what you walked in the third quarter is actually an isosceles triangle." Wen Song said and gestured to him.

"I'll go," Feng Afu suddenly realized, "I'm stupid, I just want to remember who is behind and who is ahead."

The following "One Day" group was like a bloodbath. After the group practice and the individual practice, they checked each other's moves and gave ideas. It's over.

When Lu Yige left, he saw them looking downcast, and wanted to come back to comfort them, but he didn't expect their recovery ability to be so strong.

"Thanks to Ah Song, Ah Song's brain is so easy to use, he helped us come up with a lot of good ideas."

He nodded: "Yes, I thought my dizziness was gone, thank you, Song!" He said excitedly and gave Wen Song a hug.

"You're welcome," Wen Song patted He Yi's shoulder with a smile, "I made a mistake."

Looking at Wen Song's smile, he was in a trance for a moment, and his eyes became firm again. No matter what, his desire to return Wen Song to the top remained unchanged.

"Then, I wish everyone a successful performance," Lu Yige said while stretching out a fist, "Come on."

Huo Dong reached out to touch him: "Come on!"

Feng Afu also raised his hand: "Come on!"

He Yi burst into tears: "Come on!"

Wang Hongyu: "Come on!"

Ankang: "Come on."

Wen Song smiled and stretched out his hand: "Come on." Junior high school student.

This is not the first time Wen Song has participated in the draft, but it is the first time he has felt the existence of such a thing as "group soul".

His first audition experience seemed to be smooth sailing. He was lucky to be assigned a good partner every time he performed. They were all confident and full of strength. The daily training was relaxed and comfortable. Make yourself more prominent on stage.They are full of hard work and study, but rarely mention fear.

Afterwards, he made his debut successfully. Because his family background was exposed and scandals were frequently released, he moved out of the staff dormitory in order not to implicate the team, and rarely participated in the interaction. The daily intersection is to complete the cooperation stage, and there is nothing else.

This feeling of all the people's hearts twisting together and rushing forward made him feel both novel and troubled at the same time.

He was just a person who tried everything possible to get off the island, but he was twisted together with a group of them who wanted to rush forward. He was like a sparrow that had strayed into a flock of geese, completely lost his direction.

After washing up at night, Wen Song lay on the bed with rare insomnia.

Suffering from insomnia, he took out his secret phone to browse Weibo, and suddenly found that the entry of Idol 101 was high on the trending searches.

Only after he clicked in did he realize that the show had been aired ahead of schedule!

It was originally planned that the broadcast should start after the end of the first public stage, but it was brought forward due to program adjustments.

The program will be updated twice a week, and the first stage has just aired at the beginning. It is expected that Wen Song's poem recitation will not be broadcast until next week.

However, the program team cut his clip into the trailer, and now all kinds of ridicule, abuse and watching are under the entry.

Not only that, the program team also cut the scene of Wen Song eating snacks into the feature film, and Wen Song's hatred value was fuller all of a sudden.

——What kind of idol is this quality?Wouldn't it be nice to be a young master at home?

——I beg everyone wants to enter the entertainment circle, do you really think it is so easy to enter?

——Speechless, Wen Song, if you really recite poems, then I wish you xxxxx

——I'm so bored, can you stop sending him!

......

It's okay, okay, Wen Song felt great comfort when he saw these words.He checked his real-time online ranking again, and it was 87. He heaved a sigh of relief and nodded in satisfaction. According to this trend, he will be able to retire after the first stage broadcast.

So, he sat up. Does this mean that it doesn't matter if he performed a little better on stage?

The swinging balance went up and down in Wen Song's heart. Originally, the standard he set for himself was to work hard without lowering the average strength of the whole group, and it would be about the same to show one-third of the strength, but now , his hatred is full, and the audience may also anger his team members because of him.

There was a war between heaven and man in his mind, he got out of bed and turned around, stretched out his hand, counted and analyzed the pros and cons, turned dizzy, then went to the bathroom to wash his face and continue thinking.

He has only one goal, and that is not to debut again.

However, even if he reaches the finals, he can still not make his debut, right?

And he only completed the first performance, even if his performance was a little bit outstanding, the ones who benefited the most should be his crew members.

He will only stay for more than half a month at most, and it is certainly impossible to make it to the finals.

right?

Wen Song took another look at his ranking, and the more he thought about it, the more reasonable he felt.

He decided, and he allowed himself another third of his normal performance.

Finally figured it out, he turned around until his mouth was dry, and took his little yellow duck water cup and went downstairs to fetch water.

The dim night light was on downstairs, and the sound of splashing water was very clear in the quiet living room. As soon as Wen Song connected it, he heard a reproachful voice behind him: "Staying up again?"

Wen Song turned around and said in a slightly puzzled voice, "Aren't you asleep?"

Under the dim light, Lu Yige could clearly see the person next to the drinking fountain. A trace of embarrassment and panic flashed across his face, but it was quickly covered up. He approached with a glass: "I thought it was Wei Linxi, he always stays up late to play game."

Even though he was still a child, but he always took care of the others like an old father, Wen Song couldn't help but find it funny, he turned to make room for him, and explained aloud: "I'm just insomnia," he said again, "Then you What are you doing again?"

Lu Yige pressed the button to receive the water, and replied with a slightly tired face: "I've been reciting books for a while, and I'm just getting ready for bed."

Wen Song wanted to applaud him, but seeing that he was drinking cold water, he said, "Don't move."

Lu Yige paused and looked at him suspiciously.

Wen Song held his cup with one hand and brought his own cup over, and poured steaming hot water into the transparent glass from the "mouth" of the little yellow duck, the porcelain yellow collided with the transparent cup wall and made a crisp sound , especially pleasant in the silent night.

After pouring more than half of the glass in one breath, Wen Song patted the young man's straight shoulder and said, "Don't take advantage of your youth to disrespect your body, drink more hot water, good night young man."

After the health-preserving old man finished speaking, he went upstairs barefoot, leaving the young man stunned, his mind full of little yellow ducks shouting good night.

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