[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Everyone in the practice room is ready to face the assessment.

Song Zechen was the first to go up and sing a self-composed rap and vocal. The young man bowed his head and plucked the strings of the guitar. It was just a plain watercolor painting.

After successfully going through the voice change period, his voice condition became more stable, and his vocal range was wider than before.

The timbre is cool and gentle, and it is easy to grasp all kinds of songs.Between youth and youth, elegant and lazy.

The company's positioning of him can be seen in a certain direction from the gradually increasing frequency of vocal music lessons. The high-level executives have been hesitant about his image. After all, he has learned rap for so many years, and he can definitely show it.But with such a good voice, it's a pity not to sing vocals.

Song Zechen felt that it didn't matter, it was good to sing quietly while standing, maybe it would be even better if he could sit down.Although he likes to dance, but only limited to dancing, other times he really doesn't want to move at all.

So he also devoted a lot of effort in the vocal music class. It can only be said that laziness is the primary productive force.

As expected, it ended smoothly.

Kim Nam Joon and Min Yoon Ki's rap, Jung Ho Seok's dance, and Kim Tae Joon's vocal all played their own strengths, and other aspects were also flawless.

After the performance, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and finally lived up to the hard training these days.

Park Jimin nervously stepped forward and stood in front of the crowd, trying to restrain his trembling body, not daring to make eye contact with the teacher, and staring at the floor trying to see through it.

"Hi everyone, I'm Park Jimin, the song I'm going to bring today is..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Song Zechen was a little worried.

He has pushed himself too hard these days, and he always seems to have gone too far, instead of being in his usual state.

His voice is not in the right state. From the moment he opened his mouth, he could feel the tightness of his vocal cords. At the beginning, he could cover it up with skills, and the continuous high pitch became more and more difficult.

At the highest point, the throat suddenly split.

The sound broke.

Song Zechen's heart thumped, he clenched his fists tightly, and his nails were deeply embedded.

Turning around, I saw the vocal teacher shook his head slightly, Fang Shihe was expressionless, and the other trainees gloated in their eye contact with tacit understanding.

Park Jimin came down dejectedly, unable to see the expression on his face.Everyone didn't dare to make too much movement, Jin Nanjun squeezed the back of his neck to express his comfort.

"What should I do? I'm a little nervous." Tian Zhengguo moved behind Song Zechen and whispered to his ear.

"Don't be afraid, just do it as usual."

Tian Zhengguo prepared two items, and after successfully singing the song, he began to dance the dance that he and his teacher co-arranged.

But Park Jimin's performance just now has been playing in a loop in his mind for no reason.

With a backflip, he fell directly to the ground. Tian Zhengguo was stunned for a moment, and immediately got up, biting his lip and continuing to complete the movement.

I am done.

His mind was completely blank, only fear and these three characters remained, he was in a daze, relying on his body's instinctive memory to complete the rest.

Song Zechen closed his eyes, no longer interested in observing other people's reactions.

Tian Zhengguo pursed his lips, walked to him with a pale face, and was immediately grasped by him.The two of them were pushing each other hard, like the last driftwood of a drowning person, their arms even began to tremble slightly, the pain was completely incapable of being felt.

Song Zechen didn't know what the people behind were performing, and all the performances were completed in a flash.

"Okay, the assessment is over. I know your own performance. I won't say more. I don't know what you usually learn." The vocal music teacher glanced around at the bowed trainees in front of him, and commented coldly .

"Song Zechen will come to my office later." Fang Shihe left without commenting.

The crowd dispersed in twos and threes, and other people in the dormitory looked at Song Zechen with worried eyes.

"It's okay." Song Zechen let go of Tian Zhengguo's hand, looked him in the eyes and said again, "It's okay, it will be okay."

"Go back and rest first." After all, everyone's complexion is not very good-looking.

"What do you think of these children, Kim Tae-joo, Park Jimin, and Tian Zhengguo?" After entering the door, Fang Shihe sat on a chair and motioned for Song Zechen to sit down as well, straight to the point.

"Where does uncle want me to say it?"

"You know it."

"Jungkook's voice, Jimin hyung's dance, and Taehyung hyung's expressiveness are all recognized by everyone."

"Tian Zhengguo is still cautious, Park Jimin is still not adapting to Korean dance enough, and Kim Taejun's character is easy to make mistakes in front of the camera." Fang Shihyuk threw the question back to Song Zechen.

"Fang PDnim." Song Zechen leaned forward slightly and changed his address.

"I've been in the company for so many years, you know my temper, I never act emotionally."

"Jungkook's talent is rare, and I can't find a few in the whole company; Jimin's modern dance foundation is more dazzling than anyone else; Taejo's camera sense is born, this is the biggest idol as an idol. advantage, and the fact that he has such a large social circle means that his personality has never been a problem for him."

Song Zechen knew that every sentence of the speech at this time was very important, and Fang Shihe's vacillating attitude could be determined by one sentence at any time.Fang Shihyuk's list has never been limited to those in their dormitory, except for Jin Nanjun, Min Yunqi, and Zheng Haoxi who are guaranteed because of their respective specialties, the rest of the list has been floating.

"The progress of the three of them is a big step visible to the naked eye. Letting potential stocks realize their value is a sure-fire business."

In terms of business, bighit's profits in the past few years are not objective.Fang Shihe's ambitious girl group launch is not a big splash, and he can only maintain a state of not losing money. The launch of the new boy group is definitely his last chance.But the performance of these few people today undoubtedly added weight to the balance of other competitors.

"The most important thing about a team is the group soul. This is not only for the audience to pay for, but also determines how far a team can go. You know the tacit understanding between the few of us who have been together for so long. The debut time in the debut plan has already It's almost here, and it will only be embarrassing to add people temporarily. I believe that there is no existence more suitable for each other than us."

Song Zechen felt impatient with this situation that was out of his control, but had a faint ambition to challenge.

"You've blown yourself up first." Fang Shihe smiled and took a sip of water.

Song Zechen felt that Fang Shihe's attitude was different from when he first came in. There was no need to continue the conversation seriously, and he raised his usual smiling face again: "After all, only those who are confident can sell themselves."

"All right, all right, I'll chat with you casually, you're so serious."

"I read a book some time ago, which told me to be sincere."

"It's nothing, go back and hand in an assignment tomorrow."

"Yes."

After exiting the room, Song Zechen still maintained the curvature of the corners of his mouth just now, and the temperature in his eyes cooled down slowly, forming a thin layer of ice.

Fingers brushed over the dead leaves that had fallen from the windowsill.

got windy.

"Brother Jimin, what do you want to eat, I'll bring it for you when I go out, and ask other people in the dormitory by the way."

"Are you going out? About when will you be back." Park Jimin's voice on the phone was muffled, and he could hear that he had just cried.

"Well, let's go tonight." Song Zechen pretended not to know, and while chatting with him in a relaxed tone, he stopped a taxi and got in.

Standing still at the destination, pushing open the door, Song Zechen walked to the backyard with ease, where the fragrance was floating and the trees were verdant.

After tidying up his collar, he bowed to the person who was tending the flowers and plants: "Grandpa."

The old man ignored him, and continued squatting and messing with the soil, concentrating on what was in front of him.

Song Zechen didn't make a sound, only maintaining a respectful posture.

After a while, the old man finally finished tossing slowly, washed his hands and walked towards him.

"Come here, some time ago someone gave me some good tea, you are lucky."

Kneeling in front of the wooden table, Song Zechen stared down at the patterns on the celadon.

The old man took a spoonful of tea: "You are in a bad mood today, so I won't let you make it, so as not to ruin my tea."

Song Zechen chewed a piece of tea, and the astringent bitterness overflowed from the tip of his tongue: "Nothing can be hidden from you."

"Young people should not always be like this, no matter how well they hide, they will be seen out."

"After all, there are only a few people who can tell. What's more..." Song Zechen poured boiling water into the teapot, saying vaguely, "What's more, this will make me feel that the world still needs me."

The steaming mist blurred his brows and eyes, softening the leaking sharpness.

The back is straight, the eyebrows and eyes are lingering, and the fingers are white and slender. They are printed with porcelain and become an ink painting.

Song Zechen stared at the unrolled tea leaves, tossed up and down, experienced several ups and downs.The hot air circled around the bowl, rising gracefully and blooming a flower.

His heart settled down strangely.

"Grandpa, I need your help with something."

Song Zechen raised his eyes and looked directly at this weather-beaten old man who was introverted and deep, with deep wrinkles, but bright and soft eyes.

"It's about our company."