Daily Life of the Canary Pet Master

Chapter 40

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It was a bjd doll, wearing a miniature silk pajamas, with a slight smile on the corner of its mouth, but its eyes seemed a little cold. It was obviously exaggerated like an anime, but it somehow captured his charm, allowing people who knew him to tell at a glance that it was Ou Renjin.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have let him give me his favorite thing." If he keeps a doll of himself next to him and is seen by others, they will probably misunderstand him as being narcissistic.

Ou Renjin fiddled with the joints of the little man's body, moved it into a sitting position with its hands on its chest, and placed it on his computer screen.

It’s quite interesting. No wonder there are so many weird people who raise babies as sons!

Although it would be a little awkward to look at a face that looked so like his own, he thought for a moment and decided not to put the doll in a more hidden place. He just let it sit on his computer screen, having a place that belonged to him alone.

He was in a good mood, probably because every second his eyes were on the doll, he was reminded that there was someone in this world who truly treasured him.

He is his gift.

When Ou Shaowen and Song Yijiu walked into the recording hall, the scene suddenly became noisy. Nearly half of the people in the magnificent pyramid seats in front of them had already taken their seats. Everyone gave a very exaggerated reaction to their entry, and exclamations rang out one after another.

“Ah, it’s Ou Shaowen!”

“He really came.”

"When the news broke earlier, I thought it was deliberately hyped up by the production team."

"How strong is he? I only know that he is a great runner."

"This girl is so beautiful and has such a great figure. The existence of such people makes ordinary people like us feel inferior!"

"Who is Ou Shaowen?"

"Really, kid, you should go online more often. It's time to catch up on your lessons. You don't even know Ou Shaowen, President Qimeng's boyfriend."

"Oh my god, a company as big as Qimeng really sent someone here?"

Ou Shaowen was bathed in everyone's attention and gazes, and he behaved quite calmly. He lowered his head and asked nonchalantly, "Do you have a preferred seat?"

"What about you? Do you want to sit up there and have a look?"

"think."

"Then let's go up." Song Yijiu didn't care. He had already prepared himself mentally for coming here for the recording. He just thought of himself as coming here to accompany the prince to study.

They bowed slightly all the way to the top floor, and everyone looked up at them as they sat down in the fifth and sixth seats.

"Are we sitting a little too high? Why am I suddenly so nervous?"

“No.” Ou Shaowen said, “When everyone performs their show later, you will be able to see it more clearly if you sit up there.”

"You talk like a spectator. Do you think you're here to watch the show?" Song Yijiu had no intention of responding, but thinking about Ou Shaowen's personality, which was even more taciturn than his, if he didn't take the opportunity to talk more with him while he was still with him, someone he was relatively familiar with, and then everyone was divided into groups in a mess, who knows if he would still take the initiative to fight for the camera.

"The recording time is long, so the stool is soft and more comfortable to sit on."

"Should I praise you for being particularly pragmatic?"

All 101 seats were finally filled, and the founders and mentors came in one by one. Song Yijiu was talking to him in a casual way throughout the whole process. In many cases, Ou Shaowen would have some very cute ideas, but you need to take the initiative to dig them out, and he will slowly reveal his interesting inner thoughts to you.

"Why do they all look surprised by the format? This isn't even the first season, shouldn't they have known this by now?"

“This group danced very well.”

“It seems to be out of tune.”

"I like the one wearing the hat. He dances with a good sense of rhythm and is a joy to watch."

When each group of contestants performed, he would give feedback with his calm face and calm tone.

Then, the contestants who opened their voices one by one and tuned out of the sky began their performance. How far was their tune? It was so far that almost everyone in the audience booed in disgrace.

"How about this group?" Song Yijiu looked at him with an expression of anticipation.

Ou Shaowen thought for a while, as if he couldn't find the right words to evaluate them. Finally, he replied: "If I were them, I wouldn't even have the courage to come here to eat lunch at public expense and watch the performance."

Song Yijiu burst out laughing, and he tried hard to control his expression so as not to appear too gloating.

When he was finally about to succeed, Albert Ou glanced at him lightly and said, “Don’t smile so happily. It’s easy for others to think you’re gloating.”

Song Yijiu couldn't help himself and started to roll back and forth with joy.

Ou Shaowen turned his attention back to the stage and ignored him.

Finally, it was time for them to perform.

Song Yijiu was practicing his voice backstage. He was tense and his voice broke when he sang a high note.

“Don’t be nervous.” Ou Shaowen patted his shoulder comfortingly, looking confident and reliable.

For some reason, Song Yijiu seemed less nervous.

They stood on the stage, and when the music started, Ou Shaowen's look immediately changed. He still had a cold face and no expression, but everyone could see that he was in a completely different state. His eyes were sharp and his whole body exuded a kind of aggressiveness.

His voice was also slightly magnetic, and accompanied by his soft breathing, it seemed particularly charming and attractive.

After all, Song Yijiu had been acting for such a long time, and although he was nervously counting the beats and memorizing the movements the whole time, fearing that he would make any mistakes, his expression showed that he was relaxed and casual. In fact, in one movement where he missed a beat by half, he covered it up by turning half a circle.

The last high note was sung easily by Ou Shaowen, accompanied by an acrobatic somersault.

At the end of the performance and the final position of the dance, Ou Shaowen looked straight at the camera with a dark and deep look in his eyes.

The ninety-nine young men sitting in the front began to exclaim in amazement again, whispering in amazement: "Wow, this look!"

Only he himself knows who he wants to see through the camera now.

You said you hoped I could stay in the final ten, and you said you expected me to show a different side of myself.

There are very few things I can do for you, but once you ask me for something, I will never let you down.

After the performance, they stood together and bowed to the judges. The teachers seemed very satisfied, praised them a few words, and gave them time to introduce themselves.

Song Yijiu imitated the voices of many famous singers in a medley, which was a very effective personal skill.

Ou Shaowen didn't think he had anything else to show. In terms of singing and dancing, he had already demonstrated his best abilities in the previous show. So, when the teachers asked him about it, he thought for a moment and replied, "Why don't I show you my memory? I have a very good memory. For example..."

He looked up at the ninety-nine young men sitting on the pyramid and said, "I can remember the name of each of them."

Everyone began to subconsciously cover the name tags on their clothes, although from Ou Shaowen's angle he couldn't see the names on the bottom of their clothes at all.

"Oh, really?"

"So confident?"

The instructors were really interested.

Some clever students were already waving at him from above, holding down their name tags and shouting at him, "Me, me, me, what's my name?"

Ou Shaowen picked up the microphone in his hand, "One-day trainee—Zhang Houyue."

Zhang Houyue stretched her mouth into an O shape and exclaimed very politely: "This is too amazing."

The founder became interested, stood up, turned around and randomly asked a few people questions, and he answered them without hesitation.

When they returned to their seats, even Song Yijiu couldn't help but ask, "How come I didn't know about your photographic memory?"

"Maybe I didn't find a chance to show off."

Song Yijiu didn't know why, but he always felt that the way he answered questions seriously was particularly funny, so he started laughing again, causing Ou Shaowen to couldn't help but look at him, as if wondering why he liked to laugh so much today.

Ou Renjin returned home, took a shower, then lay leisurely on the bed and started watching this show.

He originally wanted to click on the 8 o'clock program when it was just released, but after thinking about it, he held back. At this moment, he felt like he was waiting for the audience to discover a treasure that originally belonged to him, and was looking forward to everyone's comments. He was more concerned and nervous than when others criticized him.

He waited for several hours and clicked on the show amidst the already dense barrage of comments.

When Ou Shaowen appeared in the camera, that lingering emotion that was usually invisible suddenly emerged, and he began to realize that he really missed him a little.

The first episode of the show gave Ou Shaowen a lot of shots. On weekdays, when he was around you, he often had no sense of presence, especially when he was quiet and didn't actively disturb you, it seemed that you would ignore him if you were not careful.

So he was always a little worried about how he would look when he was on the show, and whether he would be able to adapt to this entertainment industry that he was pushed into.

So far, it seems that he has adapted well and performed outstandingly.

In the comments for the previous shots, some people were laughing and praising Ou Shaowen for being interesting, some were sarcastic and mocking the relationship between him and Ou Shaowen, and there were also many people who thought his interaction with Song Yijiu was very cute and joked about how they were trying to pair up.

After they went on stage, the comments that sang a different tune were instantly drowned out, and everyone began to appreciate the stage seriously. The entire commentary was filled with praise.

“Oh my god, Ou Shaowen has long arms and legs, and his strength is comfortable. He looks so beautiful when he dances.”

"I originally thought that the Fifth Concubine was planning to use the power of the boss to create a useless vase character, but it turns out that she is actually a real talent. It's really surprising."

"Can you please stop calling her Fifth Aunt? President Ou has spoken."

"I'm dead, Ou! Shao! Wen! I'm completely dead."

By the time Ou Shaowen casually read out the names of so many young people one by one, a new round of screen swiping began.

"Fuck, one critical hit after another, I can't take it anymore, my friends, I'm going to become a fan!"

"I can do this. I can do this very well."

"Oh my god, this is too Su, who can resist this? No wonder Mr. Ou fell for him."

"Is there anything Ou Shaowen can't do? He sings well, dances well, is an excellent athlete, and has such an excellent memory."

"I have a feeling that he will soon become the new dream lover of thousands of girls."

"Break up with Ou Renjin as soon as possible. I won't be your fan until you break up with me."

Ou Renjin used his excellent reading speed to read the entire barrage of comments at a glance. His worries completely subsided. He knew that he would no longer have any doubts about Ou Shaowen's future performance.

Sure enough, dancing in front of him is different from dancing on the stage. His handsomeness has soared several levels, and even his eyes look unfamiliar.

"That's amazing, Ou Shaowen." He laughed softly and felt that in the next few years, Qimeng might have another cash cow.

He really has good taste, doesn't he

He fast-forwarded the scenes without Ou Shaowen. After watching them, he dragged the screen back to the beginning and captured the comment that asked him to break up with Ou Renjin as soon as possible, and that he would stop following her until they broke up.

I sent a reply on Weibo: Then you just wait and see.