Circle fans continue to live [China has hip-hop + idol trainees]

In the bloodthirsty forest of Grote Continent, half-orc tribes live here. They were all light paladins of the temple. They were scratched and bitten in the battle with the dark Warcraft, and thus infected, lost the power of faith and fell for half-orcs.

After the paladin is infected by the Warcraft man, he can no longer use the power of light faith that belongs to the paladin, and the temple refuses to accept the half-orc.

And part of the dark toxin belonging to the monsters is slowly eroding the pure white soul of the half-orcs. Once the half-orcs give up their light belief, they will completely fall into the devil world and become the lowest level of monsters without thinking.

However, there are seven half-orcs who broke through the encirclement when humans slaughtered the bloodthirsty forest in the so-called holy war of light.

They are outcast heroes.

They are aliens struggling desperately.

They are symbols of falling into the abyss, gouging out their flesh and being reborn in the dark, and maintaining their pure whiteness.

To the ancient gods, pray with the most humble identity and return to human beings.

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The black gel pen simply outlines the alienated image of the half-orc. It adopts the animation-like clear sub-camera of American comics, emphasizing the character’s muscle lines and movement movements. With the narration of the second middle school like an online game, it gives people a movie-like intensity. shock.

Ten pages of ultra-short comics, the stories, characters, and plots are all a bit chaotic, but it is the illogical background of the second story that makes people look excited.

What's more, the seven half-orcs in the comics are all based on their Group A, and more or less have their personal characteristics.

For example, a little ghost half-orc with dreadlocks on his head and a flexible figure?

Zisong thought that the expression of images can always leave a deeper impression on people than words, but he couldn't think of a movie with a concept similar to "Orc" for a while, so he had to draw a tragic hero himself. Short comics.

The first time I did this kind of thing, I always felt a little ashamed and a little bit looking forward to it.

"Well, what do you think?" He said weakly.

"I want to go out and fight." Ding Shaoxia don't be impulsive, there are no flower pickers here.

"So passionate, I have the urge to run laps." Li Quanzhe is still a good boy.

"Wow, I'm so handsome as a half-orc. Song'er, please draw me a picture of me alone. I want to frame it on the bedside and read it every day."

After saying that, the little ghost cheered himself up "Yo yo yo", ran around the field, was held down by the boiling Bufan half-orc, and beat him twice on the floor.

{I also asked my idol to draw a picture for you alone. I want to be special every day, but I can’t do it. I need to give you a beating to relieve my anger. }

"I want to dismantle the camera when I see it now!" The senior model Dong Yanlei's fierce face really looked like a half-orc.

Brother Camera (hugging the camera and shivering): The camera is so cute, why did you take it apart?

There is no other reason. The weapons used by ignorant humans in the comics to encircle orcs are very similar to cameras.

This is probably the bad taste of the comic author.

In any case, after reading the seven half-orcs who look like themselves in the comics, the strong sense of substitution made the eyes and state of the seven people completely different from yesterday when the music sounded.

In other words, it is full of aggressiveness.

Orcs in Group B: What happened to Group A?Who messed with them?It looks like it wants to eat people.

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The results of the 24-hour voting rankings were announced, and the trainees took turns entering the recording room to announce their rankings in companies and individuals.

There is only one table in the spacious recording room, on which are the familiar small cardboard notebooks with portraits.

"Please pick up your ranking and announce the results." The director of the interview motioned Zi Song to take the notebook on the table.

"Please turn on your 24-hour voting ranking now."

Zisong opened the book facing the front, but didn't read it.

"Hey, I don't look like a criminal. Hold up the card to take a picture." He raised the cardboard to his chest with both hands, stood upright, and turned it ninety degrees to the side.

Staff: You are the skinniest.

However, this kind of trainee is also the favorite of the directors. They have hot spots, and they are very good at cueing and doing things.

Compared with some boring trainees in the later stage, it is more explosive to worry about how to cut it. For Zisong and some trainees with their own cross talk characteristics, the later stage is worried about how to choose so as not to exceed the duration of the program.

Thumbling up to add drama to himself, Zisong knew enough was enough, and turned the jammed paper around.

The marker pen wrote a moderate "1".

"Wow, really... Surprise, thank you all the producers." He bowed seriously, then turned around and jumped up happily.

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This good mood lasted until I went to rehearsal.

After washing his hands, he tidied up the bangs he had specially made this morning in front of the mirror.

As soon as he turned around and walked to the door, a man with his head down and his hat also pressed down rushed straight in.

Zisong didn't have time to dodge, the two collided, and the brim of the other's hat hit Zisong's nose.

"Aw..." Zisong covered his nose and squatted down, the soreness spread from his nasal cavity to his eye sockets.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Zisong! My God, are you alright, brother, take a look." A familiar voice sounded above his head, and his usually lazy tone was slightly anxious at this moment.

Lin Yanjun also squatted down, ignoring his forehead that was aching from the reaction force of the impact, anxiously checking Zisong's situation.

When the two collided just now, the force could not be underestimated.

"Come on, show me if you're hurt?" Lin Yanjun supported Zisong's chin with one hand to lift the other's face, and removed his hand covering his nose with the other.

There was a horizontal red mark on the bridge of the nose, and the eye sockets were also red, with physiological tears flowing out from the pain.

It's okay, it's okay, no crash, no nosebleed.Otherwise, if Zisong's beautiful face was a little scarred, he would have to blame himself to death.

"Hiss, it's a good thing I'm the real thing, all natural and unprocessed, or you'll have to pay for my nose if you bump it crooked." Zisong complained while breathing in pain.

"Brother was wrong, Song'er, please forgive me." Lin Yanjun was so distressed, he gently rubbed the bridge of nose for Zisong: "It's all right, the bridge of the nose is still very straight, perfect."

Sniffing, feeling less pain, Zisong stood up, stomped on his numb feet, and ran to the sink to see if he was disfigured.

"By the way, Brother Yanjun, why did you come in with black air? I was so scared that I didn't even have time to escape." There was only a small red mark, which probably disappeared in a while, Zisong didn't care, and asked Lin Yanjun instead :

"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

Lin Yanjun was silent when he heard the words, and when he thought of his 24-hour voting ranking, he felt very depressed.

Since he entered the show, he rated A, dropped to C after the performance, re-evaluated and dropped to D after the theme song vcr was recorded, and the online ranking is not very good.Time and time again, it kept hitting his self-confidence, not to mention that his teammates were disappointed, and he began to doubt himself.

In the company, his appearance is outstanding, and his singing, dancing and rap have been recognized by his teachers. He never slackens himself and is a key trainee.

Why here, everything is so different from what I expected?

In the early stage of the show, the company will not do anything for you alone, and you have to fight for all the shots by yourself.

If you can't show the company the value of investment in the future, you will definitely be abandoned.

Once there is no camera, any strength, any sense of variety, are all empty talk, let alone debut.

If he returns to the company as a trainee, his debut will be far away.

Don't dare to think about it anymore, let's fight, Lin Yanjun, we must fight for a debut position.

"What's wrong, brother? Brother, don't scare me, can't I stop asking?"

Seeing Lin Yanjun's darkening face, Zisong was startled.

Lin Yanjun exhaled slowly, suppressed the bitter feeling in his mouth, and showed his exclusive cynical smile:

"I'm fine, don't worry."

"Come on, you are even more worrying."

Zisong didn't believe it, even though Lin Yanjun's smile looked the same as usual.

But Zisong just felt that he was in a bad mood, very bad.

"Then, I'm very unhappy, can Song'er give me a hug?"

The corners of the mouth are raised with malicious intentions, the appearance of Japanese bad boys can always make people love and hate.

Although a bit suspicious, but Lin Yanjun is a good brother, Zisong still firmly believes in this point.

"Will it be okay if you hug it?"

"Ah."

"Then you hug."

The author has something to say:

1. Let’s take a look at Ode to Confucius, a big hit in comics.

2. Dachang's toilet is a place where stories happen every day.

3. I just got stuck here on purpose, hahahaha Lin Xiaoju hasn't hugged her yet.