I walk the career line in dog blood

In this way, An Yinong and others are considered to be joining the program "I'm Really a Star".

The 'staff' of "I'm Really a Star" released the news, saying that the next issue has been confirmed, and it will be these few guests.Then a few fuzzy silhouettes were thrown out, which could be regarded as a warm-up in advance.

"Does the third one look like Lai Qing? No way, his acting skills are already trending. Wouldn't it be a crime to go to this show?"

"The upstairs is talking nonsense, how can it be like our kiss? Don't touch porcelain, who wants to be on this kind of garbage net?"

"Garbage network variety? Can it be more garbage than your master? Walking 50?" The fans of the variety show quit, and directly threw a melon-related post about Lai Qing. Misinterpretation of policy.

When this group of people was eating melons and fighting, some people made good use of various "find original image" tools to find the original image and confirm the identity of the guests.

Lai Qing, the captain of the new men's group, has turned into an actor.Tao Ran, a member of the popular boy band, has turned into an actor.Jin Zhe, a member of a returning boy group, has turned into an actor.Ke Yinong, an amateur singer in an amateur singing competition, is said to have had a bad voice.

"Hey, I finally know why there are so many bad dramas recently. Is the film and television industry a shelter?"

"The guests in this episode seem to be artists who have already made their official debuts and have been popular for at least a while." Some netizens also wondered, "Why are they so hard to think about it?"

"What can't you think about it? Is this variety show difficult? Is it a test of intelligence or athletic ability? Or is it a test of courage?" The fans of the prospective guests didn't quite understand.

A huge number of fans flocked to the variety show's official website, they were very curious about what game their brother was going to face (this time, coincidentally, they were all male artists).

"I'm really a star? What a strange name, let's take a look first."

Fans opened previous videos: 1 minute passed, 2 minutes passed, 3 minutes passed...

"Fuck, who picked this up for my brother?! Can this show be on?!" The fans were stunned after watching it. They are not blind, so they can't see that this variety show is aimed at artists?

Admittedly, there's nothing explosive about this show, but isn't that explosive enough for the stars to show their true unscripted looks?How many 'real' celebrities can meet people? !

"Ah! Who wants to see the real world, I just like their characters, can't they?"

There are too many people talking about it, and many passers-by have discovered this treasured program, and it has been widely circulated, and it has become a hot search. Next door is the news that the program group of "I Do My Show" has changed its star mentor.

"Hey! My family, I discovered Huadian." The sharp-eyed netizen stacked the two variety shows and found an intersection—'Ke Yinong'.

This artist, who has not been heard of for more than a year, was kicked out of "I Do My Show" on the front foot, and then kicked into "I'm Really a Star" on the back?

"I heard that his contract is about to expire this year, so he found it useless, and burned the remaining value? Terrible capitalists, they really have to refine oil to light lamps."

"Sure, didn't you see that Zhang Ruojun from the same company was also replaced? Zhang Ruojun is now the first brother of Starlight Entertainment, Ke Yinong, and has been abandoned by the company long ago."

Netizens vowed, as if they were there, witnessing the scene of Ke Yinong crying bitterly after being abandoned.

I watched "I Do My Show" next door, hey, isn't this a topic delivered to your door?Immediately make a fuss.

"We gave up on Mr. Ke because he no longer has the ability to sing, nor is he a professional singer, so he can't guide our students."

"To be a celebrity mentor, firstly, you must have strength, and secondly, you must have the ability to lead the team. Unfortunately, Mr. Ke does not have these. Therefore, our program team can only express our regret for not being able to cooperate this time, and look forward to Ke Mr. recovered.

"Our program team will not forget our original intention and reject incompetent artists. We will do our own show, and we will see you tonight."

Fuck, the netizens are stunned. This means that Ke Yinong is completely useless and has no ability. Does that mean?

Good guy, I also put up an advertisement by the way.

Needless to say, there are really people who are curious to see this commotion.

Although netizens watched the first episode and only saw the talent show of 'Prosperous Beauty', fans couldn't help but blow it up.

It didn't take long for the news of the program team of "I Do My Show" to "do the show seriously, be responsible to all the team members, and not be afraid of public opinion" to become a hot search again.

"Bah! Bitch! Wow!" The system kicked the phone off the table with a 'bang'.

"..." An Yinong, "my cell phone."

He picked up the phone, and the protective film was broken by the system, but fortunately it did not hinder the use.

"It's almost time."

At this moment, An Yinong had a different look - a fisherman's hat, a shoulder-length wig, and sunglasses, especially like a pervert who would follow little girls.

"Mobile stereo, foldable microphone stand, foldable stool, guitar." He checked the equipment to be taken out one by one.

"What are you doing?" the system was curious.

An Yinong had memories in his eyes: "Before the official debut, I often went to the streets with my teacher to try out new songs. Face to face, the feedback given by the listeners was direct and real, and the teacher would modify the score based on these feedbacks."

"Huh?" The system didn't understand.

"Now I need some real feedback to see how the public accepts this type of sound. And try my own level to see if I can eat music."

Before the system could react, An Yinong picked it up and put it on the hat: "Hold on firmly, or you will fall off. I will take you to the busiest street. There is everything there. What would you like to eat?"

"I won't fall." The system snorted arrogantly, and then became happy again in the next second, "I want to eat Spike potatoes, the longest one, super spicy!"

An Yinong pulled up the mobile stereo and walked out of the room. A folding stool was hung on the stereo, and a bag with guitars was carried on his back.He glanced back at the room and closed the door with a 'snap'.

They spent two yuan to take the bus, and they arrived at their destination in ten minutes.

This is a very lively pedestrian street in the city, and it is also an Internet celebrity street.It's centrally located, lined with clothing stores, fancy restaurants, and other date-friendly spots.

It was night now, and those who went shopping, dated, had dinner, and took pictures all came out of their holes, and the streets were full of people.And An Yinong was standing at a corner of the street.

He had originally set his sights on another place, which was a small square where young couples and grandparents and grandchildren who strolled to digest food gathered, and there were no square dancers to steal the limelight.It's a pity that there were already several colleagues there when he went.

Those people are here looking for opportunities.

There are many entertainment companies nearby, and there are often scouts here, so men and women with dreams will sing here, hoping that their Maxima will be caught by Bole.

Of course, this is not an easy task. Today's headhunters are more willing to pay attention to those young people with good looks.

So street performers can only settle for the next best thing, hoping to earn some income through singing to maintain their lives.It's just that the local residents are well-informed and are not easily attracted by these street performers.

An Yinong put the mobile stereo on (he had already charged it before going out), set up the microphone, and connected the amplifier on the guitar.

The system sat on the stereo, gnawed on a spiked potato sprinkled with spices, and watched the host go up and down.It 'shields' both itself and the potato so no one else can see it.

"You said it so mysteriously, it turned out to be a street performance."

"Don't underestimate street singing, it's a touchstone." An Yinong adjusted the speakers, "The extraordinary charm of a singer exists not only in the refined records, but also on the stage. I have never seen a singer's live performance. It’s not really knowing the singer.”

"It's as true as it is." The system doesn't believe it. It thinks that the host is caused by the singer's feelings, which can be translated as 'hypocritical'.

If he was willing to rely on me, he would have won by now, just like the previous hosts.The system thought.

After studying hard for more than ten years, the system mall only uses more than a hundred points.With a mermaid voice and a king-level singing voice, the host can become the best singer, but he just has to practice by himself and go to the streets to sing.

"Find it yourself."

"He's here to sing again. You're young, what's wrong with you?" The security guards from an unknown store nearby gathered together, holding a thermos in their hands, with sharp eyes.

"It's better than those begging with hands and feet, at least it's labor in exchange for money."

"That's not a problem. Drought and flood are irreversible. If my son is a street performer, I'll give him a discounted leg. It's embarrassing."

Pedestrians came and went at the intersection, and some people looked at An Yinong curiously, but none of them stopped.The system licked the small wooden stick, feeling that the host's opening was hanging.

This location is not good, the people who pass by are either going home or going in for supper. Could it be that the host's song is more attractive than home and food?

Looking at the little potato in his hand, the system felt: no.

The speaker under the buttocks suddenly vibrated, and the potato in the system's hand almost fell to the ground.Hearing only a few plucked strings with fingertips, passers-by couldn't help but stop and look back curiously.

An Yinong had already sat down, holding the guitar in his hand, and was flicking the fingers with his right hand to test the sound.The hand shape of his right hand is not very particular, but his playing posture is very casual and free.

It's a very intuitive body language, as if to say, I know the instrument in my hand so I can freely use it to show all the effects I want.

Simply put, it is self-confidence.Even if you haven't heard the complete song, you will feel that this person is not an ordinary person.

A few passers-by stopped to watch the performer humming an unknown tune, plucking the strings with their right hands alternately, quickly and clearly.

He began to sing, in a foreign language he didn't understand, with a steady rhythm and a simple and relaxed tune, matched with a hoarse and lazy voice, stretching like a cat sleeping soundly on the sofa in the afternoon.

"What a wonderful voice, it's the same as smoked beef, but it sounds good." A chef was attracted by the voice and stopped.

"Let's go, what are you looking at?" Seeing that the chef would not leave, the person in front urged.

"Wait a minute, I'll leave in a while."

The system took the potatoes and forgot to eat them: Strange, it was not the first time he heard the host sing, but the host who sang in the street had a special magical power.

The system couldn't tell what it was, but it sounded so good that people wanted to stop and listen carefully.

An Yinong lowered his head, immersed in his own world.

There are frequent variations in the guitar playing, and his songs are free-spirited, as if the cat went for a walk in the garden, rolled on the grass, and turned to chase passing squirrels.

"What song is this? It sounds so good." More people followed the voice.

The hoarse voice on the street sang songs with changing tunes, and the superb guitar playing skills did not overwhelm the guests. One person and one instrument made this ordinary night extraordinary.

More and more people stopped, the girls lifted their skirts lightly, the boys walked slowly, and even the grandparents who thought they didn't understand young people's fashion couldn't help but bring their grandchildren over.

The couple holding hands on the road stopped, they were rushing to watch a movie, but they were not in a hurry now.The boy held the mutton skewers in his hand, chewing on them without taste.

"Why don't we listen for a while?" He had a whim.

"Okay, but what about the movie?"

"Change to the next game." The couple directly reached a consensus, and they squeezed to the front of the line.

On the opposite side of the street corner, a glamorous woman in a red dress was going to the cafe upstairs, but she had already walked halfway, but stopped and walked back, following the singing all the way to the street entrance.

He even did something that his normal self would never do—squeeze into the crowd, all the way to the front.

On a street corner sat a busker holding a guitar.

He wears a wide fisherman's hat, his face hangs slightly, and his hair blocks his view, but he is so comfortable holding the guitar and humming.It seems to say: I can sing how I want, I can play how I want, and I can sing and play very well.

Pedestrians often see street performers here, but no matter what they sing, they don't have this kind of casual absolute confidence.

'I can control my music', this singer has that signal.

When the foreign tune, which was less than 4 minutes long, was sung, there was a tidy applause from the small street corner, and a circle of people surrounded An Yinong in front of him.

"I think this young man sings pretty well, why isn't he on TV?"

"You can only be on TV if you sing well?"

"What song is this, why can't I find it?" Someone in the crowd asked.

"This is an original song, and you are the first to hear it." An Yinong said.

"Eh?" Potato crumbs fell from the system's mouth: what the hell?original?

Passers-by were also very surprised, and everyone discovered that he did not deliberately sing in a hoarse way, but his own voice was a bit hoarse.However, this kind of slightly hoarse graininess really fits the song just now, it is a perfect match.

"What a special voice."

"Excuse me, what's the name of the song you sang?" A fashionable woman in a maroon dress stepped out of the crowd. She was beautiful, but she looked serious with her brows furrowed.

"Is this your original work? Can you still create?" The system also jumped on the sound system.

An Yinong glanced across the system and landed on the lady: "Guess what it's called?"