After the rebirth, I became the top class again

The performance of the people on the stage continued amidst applause.

"Sometimes up, sometimes down."

"Hope creates a heaven forus, Despair makes a hell forus."

"..."

As time passed, the students in the auditorium gradually became confused during the unfinished poem recitation. Why are they still reciting poems and not singing?

When Wen Song continued to read after finishing the first section, not only the students but also the instructors began to whisper to each other.

What happened to this student?The playlist clearly says rap?

As a rap instructor, joker Wang frowned and looked at the information in his hand, which was very disturbing, but since the word "original" was marked at the end of this program, he decided to continue watching it. After all, few artists nowadays will take the initiative to study rap. Skill.

But the more you listen to the joker king's frown, the tighter you are singing!

Finally, Wen Song finished "reading" completely on the stage, no, he finished reciting an English poem.

"Hi everyone, I'm Wen Song, I hope you like my performance, thank you."

Everyone: ...what did you perform?

Wei Linxi: "What?"

Qiao Xinren: "..." I couldn't understand it, but I was greatly shocked.

Mi Tian: "Oh, this is not for fun."

Gu Xian: "Respect."

The silent person on the far side frowned slightly, and his gaze on the people on the stage became obscure.

The four mentors were also left speechless by the sudden end. Who would have thought that he really only read a poem from the beginning to the end and it ended?

"Well, this," Zhang Ji, who was tired, was forced to take on the task of alleviating the atmosphere. He murmured twice and asked a question, "Is your performance over?"

Wen Song nodded calmly on the stage: "Yes, Mr. Zhang."

There were all kinds of shocked and confused voices from the audience, but Wen Song still had a decent smile on his face.

In fact, Wen Song was about to cry, thinking that he was being ashamed in front of so many beauties, he wanted to live on another planet.

It's just that he has been thinking silently in his heart, as long as he is thick-skinned, he will not be embarrassed. He has already seen a happy life beckoning to him...

In fact, Wen Song planned to sing a song casually, but he encountered the most embarrassing thing since he was born, that is - he has no money...

To perform songs on the show, you need to buy copyright fees, and Wen Song was surprised by his balance for the first time. Who would have thought that he can't even afford the copyright fee for a song now.

He who has never done any calculations, did a rough calculation and found that his expenses in the past few days after returning to China even caught up with his previous year's expenses.

Although he was born in a wealthy family, he has no bad habits of extravagance and waste, which probably has something to do with his father's education. He has always adhered to the concept of moderate enjoyment and rational consumption, but he has no concept of money under this concept , Anyway, you can't spend it all, as long as you don't waste it, you don't care how much you spend.

But now he no longer has his mother's small treasury. He has bought hot searches and outfits and bought so many sets of electronic equipment, and the money in his card has been depleted unconsciously.

With no money to buy songs, he can only support himself, but that's okay, now not only the audience, but also the tutors should not have a good impression of him, including his favorite tutor Wendy.

Alas, Wen Song secretly sighed, the character design of the rich second generation is really not good.

"Ah, this," Wen Song's answer made the instructor Zhang Ji almost exhausted, as if he had aged ten years in an instant, but he really didn't know how to comment on the recitation of only one poem, and the director also explained that he wanted to give Wen Song more The camera, and then tentatively asked, "Have you prepared any other talent shows? I see that your talent also includes singing and dancing."

"Sorry, teacher," Wen Song said honestly, "I didn't prepare anything else."

Zhang Ji: "..."

A female instructor said: "I see from the information that you should have a foundation in dance, and you can just do a few dance moves."

It was the dance instructor Wendy who spoke. Wen Song, who had received a lot of help from her, showed hesitation on his face, especially when he saw the beautiful and gentle smile on the teacher's face, he couldn't say no.

So Wen Song nodded in the direction of the tutor and said, "Yes, but I have just had two dance classes."

"It's okay." Seeing that he was finally willing to show something else, the instructors naturally did not refuse.

The field control teacher cooperated with a piece of BGM, and the students present continued to look forward to it. They all suspected that this was the effect of the program prepared by the program group, because it was too absurd to perform poetry recitation on the talent show stage, and they dared not even think about it.

I saw the people on the stage took off their large overalls and threw them on the stage. They only wore a long T and overalls and began to move their hands and feet. The usual warm-up movements made the students affirmed that this posture is coming this time Really.

The person on the stage continued to warm up, and then opened his legs slowly to the sound of music. The students guessed that he was trying to do the splits, which is quite a difficult movement for beginners.

I saw that the people on the stage came up with ease and then went down halfway, and then went down a few centimeters tentatively.

"Come on!" The students all cheered him up and encouraged him, and some applauded him, thinking that it shouldn't be a problem for him to strike down.

Unexpectedly, before the applause fell, the person on the stage put away his long legs and stood up, bowed to the audience, and at the same time said a little helplessly: "Thank you teacher, this is the limit of my two classes. "

tutor:"......"

Student: "..."

FF group: "..."

Lu Yige continued to frown, his eyes turned into confusion.

Someone couldn't help laughing, and then several mentors also laughed.They confirmed that this young master just wanted to use the show to gain some fame and pave the way for his next solo debut.

With such a family, he probably doesn't care about the debut spots here.

"Okay," Deng Wendi put away her smile and said, "Thank you Wen Song, I hope you can work hard in the future."

"Thank you, teacher." Wen Songsong heaved a sigh of relief and let him go.

If you continue to force him, he will probably sing about two tigers.

The next few instructors made a relatively fair comment on this playful performance in turn, and then put Wen Song in Class F with extreme fairness.

Looking at the freshly released class F card on his body, Wen Song still felt that it was quite fresh. After all, he was first evaluated in class B in his previous life, and then he went all the way to debut.

When he returned to his seat, he was immediately admired from all sides.

"Brother, you are so brave."

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​reciting poems hahahaha."

"I thought you could chop it down, but I was applauding so hard."

Wen Song, who seemed to have experienced social death, but not completely social death, propped his forehead and looked ashamed to see others: "I invite you to dinner today, I hope everyone can automatically delete that memory."

There was another laugh around me.

"That meal is not enough."

"That won't be ten meals hahahahaha."

"Ten meals of sea fishing on the island." Wen Song said.

"Good! Deal!"

"Wow! Boss is awesome!"

The performance continued, Wen Song, who was in a relaxed suit, didn't want to do anything now, he just wanted to go back and lie down and wait for the outlying islands, but according to the procedure, he had to participate in a performance before he was eliminated for the first time.

Anyway, Wen Song had already planned to paddle the whole way, so it didn't matter.

It was already late at night when the first stage ended, and it was recorded that the physically and mentally exhausted students went to dinner in twos and threes. Wen Song, who was not too hungry after eating snacks, decided not to eat in order to get rid of Li Sining by his side, and went back to sleep.

After washing, Wen Song changed into comfortable pajamas, moved his hands and feet after sitting all day, and prepared to stretch his muscles.

This is a little habit of his. Even when there is no notice, he will stretch his muscles and bones every day, or practice dancing for an hour. To be honest, watching the stage today made him feel a little itchy, and he wants to dance a little bit.

Wen Song propped one leg on the window sill, looked at the moonlight outside the window and sighed, now he just had to bear it.

Feeling dissatisfied, he lowered his legs on the floor in front of the bed again. The legs that could only be lowered halfway on the stage now easily formed a straight line. This is his true strength.

But, now he has become a joke, thinking about it now, he can't wait to find a place to sneak in.

He was moaning and trying to lose his memory when there was a knock on the door of the room.

"Who is it?" No one answered.

Wen Song got up tiredly and moved to the door to open it, then met the tall figure at the door.

He took a step back subconsciously, raised his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

Lu Yige looked away from Wen Song's bare feet, and raised his right hand to signal: "Your clothes."

"Oh!" Wen Song was stunned, he didn't even realize that his coat had been left on the stage.

The person in front of him was still wearing make-up, apparently he had just come back to deliver clothes, he stretched out his hand in a daze: "Thank you, I completely forgot."

Lu Yige let go, and his eyes continued to linger on Wen Song.

He should have just finished taking a shower, and there is still some moisture in his hair, probably because he is sleepy. At this moment, the tails of his long and narrow eyes are drooping slightly, and he yawns slightly with his mouth slightly open. He seems to always be this lazy. Comfortable look.

Both this face and the lazy temperament on his body are clearly the same as the one in memory, but today's stage is quite different from the one in memory, why?

The jacket in his hand was quite heavy. Wen Song thought of the many snacks left in his pocket, so he reached out and took out a few and handed them to the person in front of him: "Hey, I still have to give a thank you gift."

Looking at the colorful snacks, the person in front of him hesitated for a moment, then spread his hands.

Wen Song put the snacks in his palm, staring blankly at the palm that was one size bigger than himself.

To be honest, his first impression of Lu Yige was not good. Although he was still a junior high school student, he had a sense of maturity that did not match his age, and his expressionless face always made him feel inexplicably oppressed.

Sure enough, he still doesn't like children, especially children with weird personalities.

"Then I'll go to bed first, good night." Wen Song couldn't wait to close the door.

A hand suddenly stretched out to support the door, and Wen Song's movement of closing the door was interrupted.

"Wait a minute." The person holding the door said.

"Ah?" Wen Song raised his head while supporting the door frame, and met Shang Lu's eyes with make-up at a close distance. His breathing was stagnant. Is it true that the eyelashes are so unnatural?He also smelled the perfume on the other party's body, which was mixed with the thick aroma of ebony, and the inexplicable sense of oppression was even heavier.

Wen Song couldn't help swallowing, and the Adam's apple in his neck slid nervously.

"You..." Lu Yige lowered his body and got closer, staring into Wen Song's eyes, trying to figure out what.

"What's the matter?" Wen Song asked patiently on the face, but he was crazily complaining in his heart, he had to get so close to each other, what's wrong with this child.

Seeing the eyelids of the person in front of him flutter like cicada wings, Lu Yige finally said: "Dinner is here, do you want to have something together?"

Lu Yige saw the relieved appearance of the person in front of him.

Wen Song: "...No, I'm not hungry, thank you." After speaking, he tried hard to close the door, but he still didn't push it.

Wen Song let go of his strength, and his voice was helpless: "You still have..."

Before finishing a sentence, Wen Song blurted out "Fuck".

The person in front of him lost his balance because of his strength, and rushed over.

There was a dull sound when the door slammed against the wall, followed by a friendly meeting between the two people's foreheads.

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