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

Magic City, Jue Century Entertainment Co., Ltd.

"Songbao, tell me, what do you think?"

The president, Kong Ziyun, sat on the main seat, with a relaxed expression as if he was not worried at all.

"I told you not to call me Song Bao."

"Tch, being an idol, becoming a coward, I'm not wrong."

Zi Song curled his lips, but did not refute.

Seeing that the two of them were still bickering, Sisi was obviously not worried about this incident.

For a big family, big wind and big waves are coming, and they don't need to use any tricks for such a small matter.

Facts, evidence, they have it all.

"Zi Song, I have already contacted the New England Conservatory of Music, and they expressed their willingness to show you the withdrawal application you submitted at that time, and your tutor from the Vocal Music Performance College helped you type the certificate."

Sisi thinks that although this problem is small, if Zisong wants to develop into CCTV programs in the future, this "style problem" must be cleaned up.

Zisong nodded, "The teacher of Zhongyin also asked me for my opinion before, and the students of our major want to jointly publish an article to vent their anger on me."

He doesn't go to school often, and he doesn't even recognize all his major classmates.But the teacher and classmates chose to stand behind him at the first time.

What Zisong didn't know was that many people in the school were his fans.

His excellent professional ability in the show is the best sign of the school. In the new school year, I don't know how many little fans want to be his juniors.

"OK, that would be even better, it seems that you haven't blinded our mother's long-sleeved and good at dancing genes."

If the CEO doesn't kiss his younger brother for a day, he will feel uncomfortable all over.

"I asked for leave not for this matter, here, my new song, two days, I have to finish filming the MV, this is the concept plan."

He took out the score and planning book from his backpack, and sent them to Sisi and the music director who hadn't spoken.

Zisong leaned lazily against the back of the chair, tapping on the armrest with his fingers.

There is a strong and evil light hidden in the eyes, just looking at you lightly makes one's spine tingle.

There is something different about him.

thinking.

If it was a well-behaved puppet cat before it grew up, it is now a young cheetah with shiny fur and sharp claws.

Like a half-drawn sword, ready to show its sharpness.

"This, isn't it..."

Sisi hesitated when she saw the lyrics.

"It's crazy, isn't it? Sister Sisi, I don't want to pretend anymore."

"It's okay, it's good. Idols don't just have to be obedient babies. Our company's first artist must have a different style."

On the contrary, Kong Ziyun likes this unruly style very much, she is most annoyed by selling miserably and waiting for fans to feel sorry for her.

"Okay, that's it." Sisi decided to take a gamble, and with Zisong's ability, the odds of winning were great.

"The director, in two days, I want to see the sound source and MV."

"No problem, leave it to me, Sisi."

The music director was obsessed with the proposal, and gave Sisi an "OK" without even raising his head.

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"Oh, the first day Songsong was away, I missed him."

In the practice room, Justin said while sitting on the floor shaking his legs.

"You can shut up."

Zhu Zhengting kicked Justin lightly.

"Ugh……"

It is all false to say that he is not worried, Zhu Zhengting loves Zisong just like his younger brother.

But the company has sent a message, telling them to keep a good distance recently, so as not to get burned.

In this circle, it is always involuntary.

Zhu Zhengting breathed a sigh of relief when Zisong asked for leave to return to the company and was not there.

If Zisong was here, he didn't know how to treat him.

Songsong will be very sad if he becomes indifferent all of a sudden.

{sorry. }

Zhu Zhengting restrained his emotions, raised his foot and kicked Justin who was already paralyzed on the floor again.

"Get up and keep practicing."

"Ah, is there no one to save the poor rich man?"

Cai Xukun: I didn't hear it.

Wang Ziyi: Kun Kun didn't hear me, and neither did I.

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"brrrrra"

Zisong was practicing dancing when he heard the phone ring.

This is the only sound Zisong taught Chen Linong to rap with his tongue, and Zisong made it into a WeChat notification tone.

"have you eaten"

Chen Linong didn't ask him if he was okay, Zisong didn't need such useless and pitiful care.

“[cover face and cry] [cover face and cry] I forgot”

"[angry] [angry]"

"Nongnong~[poor]"

"Go and eat quickly, don't skip rice, don't just eat snacks"

"[Well-behaved, reserved] I know, old lady Zi Nongnong"

Lock the screen and put away the phone.

Keep up with the music.

Zi Song defaulted on the sixth day of an event.

Hot searches on Weibo:

Tenor teachers and students support Confucius Song

Confucius Ode to New England Conservatory of Music Dropout

Confucian Ode Transcript

……

That morning, everyone who opened Weibo and other news platforms could see the news.

Jue Century’s official blog released Zisong’s application for withdrawal from the New England Conservatory of Music and the proof of his tutor.

Zisong dropped out of school voluntarily, and he has already completed enough professional credits, only missing the graduation report performance in the last semester.

In order to return to China and become a trainee, he gave up his chance to graduate.

Netizens felt sorry for him, and some scolded him for not being clear about it. If you don't want to be a good musician, you have to be an artist.

In response, Zisong just replied to the comment:

For the things I have learned, it doesn't matter to me whether I have this diploma or not.

Netizens: Talented and self-willed!

As for the Central Conservatory of Music, his major is composition.

The tutor posted his report card for the academic year, and the results of all A's made people speechless.

The tutor's comment at the end of the term is: excellent in character and learning, with extraordinary talent, but it doesn't appear often, and teachers and classmates miss it very much.

Also a very naughty instructor.

At this time, Zisong had finished filming the MV for the new song and rushed back to Dachang.

"Come back, Zisong."

"Song, it's good to be back."

"I miss you, Zisong."

"The interview will be re-shooted later, don't run away, Song—"

Zisong was walking on the road with a trolley case, and the trainees and staff who passed by all greeted loudly, and some brothers rushed up to beat their chests.

Sincerely or not, thank you.

From a distance, I saw a person sitting downstairs in the dormitory.

When he got closer, he saw that it was Bu Fan.

"Zi Song..."

Bu Fan was really afraid that Zisong would not come back after he left. He heard from Chen Linong that he was coming back today, so Bu Fan had been waiting here early.

After waiting for three hours, the haunted figure finally appeared.

"Da Fanzi, are you here...waiting for me?"

"I'm home."

Bu Fan lowered his head and looked at Zisong seriously.

{I lost weight, it must have been very hard during this time. }

What the hell is that look, Bu Fanfan? !Where can I lose weight in just two days? !

"Well, Dafan, can you help me carry the box? But this time, don't fight and run away."

In fact, there was nothing in the box at all, and Zisong was completely resistant.

It's just that I really like Bu Fan like this.

I like Bufan very much.

Bu Fan felt that Zisong seemed to be different after he came back.

He couldn't say it, but he always felt that it was more seductive.

"Let's go, go back to the dormitory, Song Song, you can't do this, a man needs to be strong and powerful, why can't you even carry such a light box, you're too weak..."

"My name is Yushu Linfeng."

"Ouch...you just blow it..."

Near noon, the sun is strong.

If you spread your heart out at this moment, you will be burned.

The author has something to say:

Miss Kong: Cowardly!

Bu Fanfan: Weak chicken!

Zisong: I'm really a (Japanese) husky...no, I can't

Bu Fanfan (raising eyebrows): Smack, isn't it clear at a glance who is attacking and who is suffering?