The male god put me on the hot search again [Rebirth]

In the middle of the night, He Yuhuan was lying on the bed, so excited that he was about to take off, and couldn't fall asleep at all.

Pei Mingxuan actually called him by his nickname!Pei Mingxuan still remembered him!

There was a bang from the lower berth, but He Yuhuan didn't notice it at all, and was immersed in the joy of being recognized by the male god.

"In the middle of the night, what's the fun?" Wei Xiao stood by the bed, rubbing his painful head.

He Yuhuan chuckled: "It's nothing, you rolled out of bed again?"

"I'm going to the bathroom, are you going?"

"No." He Yuhuan replied absent-mindedly.

Wei Xiao went out to the bathroom, and when he came back, he saw He Yuhuan still giggling, lying on his bedside, and teased, "You're not thinking about Teacher Pei, are you?"

"How do you know?" He Yuhuan blurted out.

"When Teacher Pei appeared today, your eyes seemed to be taken away by him, as if you met the lover of your dreams." Wei Xiao bumped He Yuhuan's elbow, "You don't mean you like him, do you?"

"Don't talk nonsense." He Yuhuan hastily denied, "I am worshiping my seniors and idols!"

It's one thing to think, it's another to be known.

With Pei Mingxuan's reputation in the show business circle, being liked by a young trainee of the same sex is definitely not a good thing, and He Yuhuan doesn't want to cause trouble for him.

He Yuhuan didn't sleep well all night, and he didn't fall asleep until dawn, and woke up within two hours. He was still full of energy, and went to the practice room early.

Somebody took away yesterday's ponytail, so He Yuhuan ran outside, searched for a long time, then brought a handful over, and placed it in front of where Pei Mingxuan was sitting yesterday.

After another hour, the team members arrived one after another. He Yuhuan had already practiced his voice for a while, his voice was fully opened, and he was doing planks to train his breath and his abdominal muscles.

The 11 people had already discussed yesterday, although most of them sang and danced, they still decided to add dances that could add points, and the part of the song was also changed according to He Yuhuan's suggestion. Most people had difficulty with high notes, so they lowered the key of the song as a whole. Maintaining the lowest pitch is exactly the bottom line of the Part player.

The choreography hadn't come out yet, so everyone could only stand in a circle and practice singing. He Yuhuan corrected the way of vocalization one by one, but getting used to it didn't happen overnight. In order to practice quickly, the last eleven people all sat on the plank.

When Pei Mingxuan and Ni Fei came in, they saw eleven people supporting themselves in a circle, like a flower painted on the ground, eleven of whose heads were pistils and their bodies were petals.

"Old..." Xiao Kai was the first to notice the person coming, and sat up on the ground, rubbing his sore belly, "Hello, teacher..."

Eleven people stood up one after another and lined up again.

Pei Mingxuan sat down and glanced at the little matza. The color of the stool changed, obviously not the one from yesterday.

"The accompaniment has been changed." The vocal instructor turned on the music, "Sing along first."

The music started, and everyone sang according to the parts. In the morning, they opened up their voices and practiced breathing. They were in a much better state than yesterday, but the overall situation was still terrible. Two of them couldn't keep up with the rhythm, and three of them were out of tune. The most serious problem was Big white voice, with a slightly higher pitch, there is a sense of crisis that cannot be broken.

"Chen Jiren, why didn't you sing this high note?" Ni Fei asked.

After the redesign, two high-pitched sections were set, the higher section was sung by He Yuhuan, and the other section was sung by Chen Jiren with a better voice.

"Teacher, I..." Chen Jiren hesitated, "There are too many high notes, will it be too showy and destroy the sense of plainness of this song?"

"Are you not sure how to sing?" Ni Fei hit the nail on the head.

If this paragraph is deleted and only He Yuhuan's paragraph is left, it lacks progression and looks abrupt, and it is indeed a bit like a show off.

"Let Yuhuan sing both verses."

After Pei Mingxuan finished speaking, the other team members looked at each other in blank dismay. These two verses were undoubtedly the highlight of this stage, and if He Yuhuan sang them all, it was like sending the best of this stage to him.

Pei Mingxuan ignored everyone's suspicious expressions, and calmly analyzed: "His timbre is very suitable for this song. The high notes are ethereal and not floating, which can add a lot of points to the stage."

Everyone wants to have an outstanding performance. Although they are teammates now, the ranking still depends on their personal performance. On the competitive stage, there is no reason for backward compatibility. The ability is in front of them, and the other players have to obey.

Ni Fei guided the contestants one by one to improve everyone's singing style. Eleven out of ten couldn't do it. She couldn't do it all. Five senses, find the beat for a few contestants who have a bad sense of rhythm, and leave the rest to He Yuhuan who can't even sing correctly, and he simply teaches them one by one.

The practice room next door is finishing a round of practice, and during the break time, they visit the door, one by one poking their heads to peek at the door.Yu Jinghong, the most promising lead singer on the Chu stage, put on a harmless smile and asked in confusion, "Why are there three vocal instructors here?"

The other contestants laughed loudly: "Hua Ping and He Yuhuan teach people to sing, this group is over."

Pei Mingxuan turned his head, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, but the corners of his eyes were flat, and tapped the ground with a gentleman's stick: "It seems that your opponent has no certainty of winning, so you have come to spy on the enemy."

This hat really lowered people's professional level a lot, and the contestants at the door disappeared in a flash.

Pei Mingxuan stayed in the practice room for a whole day, and even ate meals with the players. Now he was driving one leg calmly, watching He Yuhuan squatting in the corner, fumbling for things in his pocket.

He Yuhuan took out a pack of throat lozenges and distributed them to his teammates.

"I need this so much!" Xiao Kai stuffed throat lozenges into his mouth, and his voice felt much better after practicing for a day. "Brother Huan, you are too considerate."

"Relax your throat, or your throat will be hoarse before the performance." He Yuhuan swallowed a candy himself, "If your throat is uncomfortable, practice your breathing, and don't sing with your voice for too long."

"Yuhuan." Pei Mingxuan waved.

He Yuhuan ran over and touched his earlobe subconsciously, it wasn't very hot, it should be not too red: "Teacher."

"I want it too." Pei Mingxuan pointed at the lozenges with his eyes.

"This is spicy, wait for me." He Yuhuan said, ran to the corner again, changed a box of strawberry flavored ones from his pocket, trotted back, and poured one into Pei Mingxuan's palm.

Pei Mingxuan smiled with sugar in his mouth, and raised his head: "Thank you Yuhuan."

The scent of strawberry swept over the tip of his nose, and He Yuhuan's ears felt a little hot: "Then, I'm going to practice singing."

This group's background was particularly poor. Ni Fei went to the other three vocal groups, and the other groups had no major problems, so she came back at night.

The eleven contestants sang to the music twice, but Ni Fei still shook her head: "One week is too short, and it is impossible to make a quick progress for vocal music. He Yuhuan, there are a few parts that are not stable and too empty. You can help the harmony." You should first practice singing with harmony, and when you see how much you can improve, you can reduce the harmony."

The contestants all looked dignified, and Ni Fei sighed. Most of the team are amateurs aged [-] or [-], and their ability to withstand pressure is definitely not strong. Being too strict may backfire.

"Don't be too burdened." She patted Chen Jiren's shoulder nearby, "You all try your best, and don't think too much about the final effect. There will be post-production sound corrections during the broadcast."

Pei Mingxuan smiled without saying a word.

He is an actor, and he sings on stage with full mic. It's ridiculous that this group of people compete in singing and dancing, but they have to rely on post-production tuning.

At around eight o'clock, the dance instructor Yin Tenghai came and played a newly choreographed dance. It was not long and only took up the last third of the song. There were no difficult moves. A group of people watched it twice. Yin Tenghai counted the beats and taught the movements.

After all, dancing is not the focus of this group. After teaching it a few times, he left a video and went to the dance group.

After one o'clock in the morning, eleven people stumbled and followed the movement, all of them yawned, and returned to the dormitory, but He Yuhuan didn't leave, went to wash his face, and continued to practice in front of the video.

Dancing is not his strong point, but thanks to his past life, he spent most of his time practicing silently, which is not bad, but it is far behind those competitors who are strong in dancing.

The movements of modern dance seem simple, but they are not done well, not only is it not aesthetically pleasing, but even like a great dancer, He Yuhuan looks at the mirror and examines every movement and expression of himself.

The other two instructors left when Yin Tenghai came, and he was the only one in the huge practice room, making dance moves that were chasing but helpless, and seemed lonely amidst the sudden sound of music in the silent night.

It was past four o'clock in the morning, He Yuhuan wiped the sweat off his face with a towel, and was about to go back to take a shower and go to bed. He just zipped up the pocket, when the door clicked open.

"Still practicing?"

Pei Mingxuan leaned against the door frame and looked at him.

"Teacher..." He Yuhuan was surprised, "Why are you still here?"

"Can't sleep, just walk around casually, I didn't expect you to be still practicing." Pei Mingxuan was wearing a casual light gray sweater suit, leaning on a gentleman's stick that didn't fit in with the clothes, with a faint smile on his lips.

The mentors' dormitory was arranged next to the players' dormitory building. Pei Mingxuan was in a light sleep, half asleep and half awake, and heard a player passing by the window say that he came over to have a look when he saw He Yuhuan was still practicing.

Pei Mingxuan looked at the slightly faded pocket in He Yuhuan's hand: "Are you ready to go?"

He Yuhuan nodded.

With the music turned off, the practice room was surprisingly quiet, and he could almost hear his own heartbeat speeding up.

"Come here." Pei Mingxuan pursed his lips slightly, with a hint of a smile still in his eyes, "As a tutor, I want to test your vocal level again and sing it for me again."

He Yuhuan obediently walked across to Pei Mingxuan.

The doors of the practice room were double-opened, one of which was locked, and the width of the other door frame was a bit narrow. The two were locked in the door frame facing each other, with a distance of less than half a meter.Pei Mingxuan was taller than He Yuhuan, and He Yuhuan didn't dare to look directly at people. He lowered his eyes slightly and saw a section of the neck that exposed the collar of the sweater. It could be called a perfect muscle line, which made his heart beat faster.

He Yuhuan closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and sang: "The stars are shining, and I am so small that I am staggering all the way.

The nebula is like an illusion, it is the other shore that I thought of but couldn't reach..."

Suddenly there was a warm touch from the lower abdomen, and He Yuhuan's stagnant breath dissipated in an instant, and his voice disappeared.

Opening his eyes, he saw Pei Mingxuan's big hand firmly pressing on his lower abdomen, and gently kneading it...