After the rebirth, I became the top class again

The day before the performance, Lu Yige helped a few people finish the last move, and began to rehearse on stage.

Before the rehearsal, they have to try on the costumes. After trying on the costumes, they also need to take a shot of each person's debut, which will be used in the opening scene of the feature film stage.

It's just that the "One Day" team showed embarrassment when they saw the costumes that belonged to them pushed by the staff.

Huo Dong looked at the pink and tender subway old man looking at the face of his mobile phone: "Isn't this embarrassing me?"

He Yi shook his head: "No, isn't this a mistake?"

Feng Afu's performance was fairly calm, he was only worried about Huo Dong: "Brother Huo is a black man, the clothing team is trying to trick you, right?"

Facing the pink and tender performance costumes, Wen Song was much calmer. After all, he had seen this set of clothes in his previous life, and he was already mentally prepared.

The costumer is very responsible and waits for a few people to try on the clothes. Because of the style, some clothes are too small or too big, so they have prepared needles and threads to adjust at any time.

Wen Song took a look at his short shirt. The size showed that it was one size smaller, but it was a loose style. The thin waist couldn't help but feel envious.

When everyone changed into a matte suit and appeared in the dressing room collectively, the other team members were full of amazement.

"Wow!"

"So tender!"

"The path is so cute!"

Amidst the admiration, several people sat down on the sofa on one side. There were not enough makeup artists, so they had to wait for a while.

The Alphas who were waiting to take the stage immediately surrounded their squad leader.

"Brother, this body suits you very well."

"Oh my god, our first brother, is this our first brother?"

Wen Song tilted his head to look at the person sitting on the edge of the sofa, and happened to have a speechless expression on Shanglu Yige.

He couldn't help laughing, and I have to say that Lu Yige's outfit is really a plus.

Several of them are dressed in pink, but there are still slight differences. For example, Feng Afu wears a pink and white plaid shirt and pink sweater from the student department, and he himself wears a beach-style pink printed short shirt and white knee-length shorts, while Lu Yige It seems that he was favored by the costumer, and he was given a pink suit, a pink jacket with a white shirt and a pink tie, and he became a first love puppy in seconds.

Against the backdrop of pink, that expressionless face became softer and more pleasing to the eye.

The FF teammates left, and several of them also took the number. Wen Song took a seat next to Lu Yige, and couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.

"Sister," Wen Song called to the makeup artist next to Lu Yige, and said with great interest, "Help him draw a cute picture, it's better to put on more blush, it will definitely look good."

He said that Lu Yige's appearance after putting on makeup appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help being a little excited, with a sense of anticipation to explore the contrasting side of the other party.

The person who had just closed his eyes opened his eyelids to look at Wen Song, but didn't speak.

The makeup artist's sister was full of approval for Wen Song: "Our style is cute, look," the makeup artist said, opening her makeup bag, "I have all the sequins ready."

"Wow!" Wen Song's eyes began to glow.

Wen Song's make-up artist broke his startled chin with one hand: "Don't be envious, you have it too, tsk, this skin is really good."

Another sister also sighed: "It's good to be young."

In the sigh of the makeup artist sister, the makeup was finished quickly, and Wen Song couldn't wait to open his eyes, just in time to meet the eyes that opened at the same time in the seat next to him.

"Wow!" Wen Song got up, a little hard to imagine his eyes, "Lu Yige, tell me, is it really you?"

The Lu Yige in front of him made Wen Song feel that this is what an older boy should look like, cute and childish, which is much more pleasing than his usual appearance.

The person next door turned his eyes away and got up from the seat. The boy's superior height made him spit out "nonsense" condescendingly, and then walked out the door with a cold back.

Wen Song stared at the unlovable back and pursed his lips, his nature was hard to change.

After everyone put on their makeup, several people came on stage in cute and sweet outfits, and the rehearsal began.

The difference between the stage and the practice room is too much, there is no reference wall mirror, no non-slip floor, and some are gorgeous lights and a wider venue.

Huo Dong, who was not used to it, forgot his position at the beginning. Fortunately, he quickly adjusted under the worried eyes of his teammates, and smiled sweetly with his hands in his hands accompanied by the music. It is really difficult for him to do this action with such a physique.

At the end of the rehearsal, they received encouragement from the director team, praising them for making great progress.

Everyone cheered, happily discussing what to have for dinner after work.

Wen Song pulled Lu Yige and didn't want him to remove his makeup: "This is a rare opportunity, how about taking a photo?"

The team members have already entered the dressing room, and the two are still arguing at the door.

The light in the corridor seemed to be broken, and it flickered on Lu Yige's pretty makeup.

Lu Yige looked not in high spirits all night, facing Wen Song's entanglement, he slightly pressed the corner of his mouth, showing no emotion, but he didn't break away from Wen Song's hand holding his arm.

"It's really good-looking, trust me." Wen Song assured him again and again, "The kind that can directly increase your followers by 100 million after taking a picture of you on Weibo."

"No need." Lu Yige refused aloud, of course he believed that it looked good, after all he knew Wen Song's eyes best.

He used to be shocked because Wen Song's eyes were always fixed on others, but now that he has become the chosen one, the feeling in his heart is like this flickering light, bittersweet and sour astringent.

He was just in the light of this set of makeup.

"Don't be stingy, brother." Wen Song pouted his mouth slightly, looking very dissatisfied.

If Wen Song is more like the young master of a rich family, except what outsiders see, only those who are familiar with him will know that he actually likes to act like a baby.

Of course, in order to maintain his image, he would not easily use it.

Lu Yige, who suddenly received this honor, breathed wildly and his eyelids trembled slightly.

The makeup on Wen Song's face is no worse than that of Lu Yige. Lu Yige really wants him to look in the mirror. Doing this kind of action with such makeup is simply a foul.

Just as his heart softened and he wanted to speak out, the staff on one side interrupted the two of them.

"Wen Song, Producer Huang is looking for you."

Wen Songhuang's arm movement stopped, and he replied in a daze, "Okay, thank you."

After responding, a trace of disgust flashed across his face, he raised his head and sighed at Lu Yige again: "Fortunately, I'll tell you after the first meeting." After speaking, he waved to him, "I'm going, you Talk to them."

The light was still flickering, and the light and shadow on Lu Yige's face intertwined. Something flashed in his mind, and the next moment he took a step, following Wen Song's footsteps.

Producer Huang's office is on the left side of the base's twin buildings, and Wen Song had to go through a long corridor in the past.

The producer is called Huang Xinjian. Wen Song doesn't have a good impression of him. He looks wretched and greasy. The few times we met, I was also disgusted by his sticky eyes.

When we met again, Huang Xinjian's smile still made Wen Song extremely uncomfortable, but it was probably because of Wen Song's current status that he restrained himself, and generally speaking, he was respectful.

"Young Master Wen, I heard from the staff a few days ago..."

Wen Song interrupted him and said: "If those things are still the same, then my attitude will not change, Mr. Huang, you will not violate the contract and disregard the wishes of the students, right?"

"You told me about the contract?" Huang Xinjian sneered, and threw out the student information in his hand, "Obviously I have five years of practice experience in Miga in Korea, but I can only recite a poem on the first stage, and even now I pretend to spread words that I can't make my debut. So whether it was Wen Shao who deceived us in the first place, or violated the requirement of 'active participation' in the contract, we might as well talk about it in detail."

Wen Song: "..." Nima, he actually forgot that when he signed up, he attached his own detailed information, which naturally included his experience in Korea and his real strength.

"This is not playing tricks," Wen Song struggled. "My family disagrees. This is force majeure and does not violate the contract."

"Then what about you hiding your strength?" Huang Xinjian's eyes were narrowed into a smile, the thin forehead hair and protruding beer belly made the shrewdness in his eyes compromised, only greasy, "I don't know what made you change Thoughts, or simply regret, we don't force you to fulfill the contract, but we hope you can cooperate and help the show attract some traffic, isn't that too much?"

Wen Song saw once again the ability of this circle to eat people without spit out bones: "Mr. Huang, do you think I'm the kind of person who can be manipulated by others?"

"Our goal is mutual benefit. As long as Wen Shao is willing to cooperate, you can gain a lot of traffic even if you don't debut. This is obviously a once-and-for-all thing." Huang Xinjian continued, "We understand your desire to come and have fun, but you don't want to come here. Don't look down on this little traffic, if you want to gain a firm foothold in the circle, this first step is very crucial, so tomorrow's Yigong, I hope you can understand how to do it."

Wen Song closed his eyes, he felt a little physically sick when he heard this kind of statement now.

The reason why he lost confidence in this circle and desperately wanted to stay away from it was inseparable from a group of people like them.

These people are keen to play with public opinion in the palm of their hands, and they always only have the word profit in their eyes. They admire traffic almost to the point of madness, and they can do everything for traffic.

After being in the circle for several years, he was really tired of watching all kinds of twists and turns, and the ugliness of the human heart was vividly displayed in all aspects here.

He doesn't want to watch it, and he doesn't want to learn it.

Wen Song was really not in the mood to play Tai Chi with him, and said bluntly: "Then why don't I cooperate? If you have this kind of thought, why not review the film carefully, cut the film well, let everyone's dreams be seen, and push out all the outstanding students , which is the most useful."

When he thinks that so many people's dreams are attached to such a person whose interests are paramount, he feels a deep sense of powerlessness, but he is not a god, and he cannot protect himself now.

Huang Xinjian smiled, his expression was full of mockery of Wen Song's words: "Young Master Wen, you are still too young to talk about spiritual dreams without material foundation. There are so many people, why do others see you? It must be because you are topical."

"I'm not the only one who is topical." Wen Song didn't want to talk for a moment, he just felt irritated after hearing this, "You can find someone else, this is my answer."

"Hey, Young Master Wen..."

Wen Song kept going out the door step by step, breathing the fresh air in the corridor, he felt much calmer.After all, his current confidence is all given by his family, and those who have no background may be assigned to the script of offering sacrifices to heaven at the beginning.

He thought of a fat young man in their class who was scolded because of his figure, and was kicked off by the program crew when the audience scolded enough and became popular, but in fact, he sang very well.

Perhaps, Wen Song stopped hesitantly, should he agree?

He turned to the bathroom and flushed his face, trying to wake himself up with cold water. He didn't come to be a savior, his purpose was only to change his own life.

"Only this one." Wen Song raised his eyes to look at himself in the mirror, stroked his forehead and walked out the door, but stopped when he saw a person appearing at the corner.

It's Li Sining.

The distance between the two was only half a corridor, but this time Li Sining did not see Wen Song, but stared nervously at the closed door, which Wen Song had just slammed shut.