Lin Ye's group is "Typhoon Eye" group A, and the practice room is in class A.
On the morning of the day after the end of the grouping, the six people in the group met in the classroom to determine the task assignment for each person in the group.
There is no doubt that Jiang Lian is the C position. Among the remaining five people, there are still four competing for the position. Someone suggested that Jiang Lian should also be the captain. Lin Ye and the others had no objection, but Jiang Lian bluntly said it was inappropriate.
The candidate for the captain can only be shelved first, and the remaining five candidates are running for the lead singer and lead dancer. Both Wen Mian and Qi Xu wanted the position of lead singer, so they sang high notes on the spot.
After everyone's discussion, the lead singer set a relatively more stable temperature. The rest of the main dancer was assigned to Yan Changfei in charge of dance, and the rap part was assigned to Cheng Chi in charge of rap.
During the whole process, Lin Ye remained silent. He knew that he was the one with the lowest rating among the six people, and no lead singer, lead dancer could fall on his head. Just take this opportunity to slowly remember the names and faces of the other four people.
Except for Jiang Lian, he was not very familiar with the five people. At this moment, he slowly recalled that he had seen three of the four of them.
Wen Mian was the one who taught him how to trick fans into tears on the night of the phone recording. The other party was still in Class D with him during the initial rating, and he was promoted from Class D to Class A after the second rating. Cheng Chi and Qi Suan were the ones who pushed him onto Jiang Lian's lap last night when they were fighting in their seats.
Yan Changfei was left. Although Lin Ye didn't know him, he had heard this name from his roommates. During the three days before the theme song was rated, Yan Changfei was always the last trainee to leave the classroom.
This is the case every day, and nothing can be shaken.
If the instructor wants to determine the center position based on the level of diligence and the length of practice, then Yan Changfei must be at the top of the list.
He withdrew his thoughts and heard the other four discussing the candidate for the captain. Yan Changfei suggested that the captain choose from the remaining Lin Ye and Qi Xu, Cheng Chi and Wen Mian nodded in agreement.
Jiang Lian said abruptly: "Our group doesn't need people who come to fish in troubled waters. The team leader will be the person who practiced the shortest time during the theme song learning period. To urge other people and also to urge myself not to be lazy during training."
Everyone paused after hearing the words, and then turned their attention to Lin Ye and the grade C attached to his waist.
Lin Ye hesitated a little, but still couldn't help but defend herself against the scorching gazes of the people in front of her: "I'm just the lowest level, not the shortest practice time."
Jiang Lian was noncommittal about this, and only said in a low voice: "You will know after doing the math."
The final calculation results were within everyone's expectations. Yan Changfei's practice time is the longest, while Lin Ye's practice time is the shortest. What's even more exaggerated is that Yan Changfei's practice time is the value of Lin Ye's practice time doubled.
Wen Mian teased him and said, "Diligence is indeed inseparable from success."
Lin Ye was speechless, but couldn't explain anything.
Jiang Lian threw the captain's badge into his arms, "If the others have no objections, the captain will appoint him."
Wen Mian nodded, "I have no objection. It's just that in order to make our captain grow better, I want to make a suggestion."
Lin Ye looked at him when he heard the words, and a bad premonition vaguely appeared in his heart.
Sure enough, he heard the other party say: "I suggest that every morning in the future, the captain will wake us up."
Lin Ye had a headache, and when she turned her head, she saw the other three raised their hands in approval. Unwilling to give up, he turned his gaze to Jiang Lian, but seeing the latter raised his eyebrows slightly, he agreed, "That's a good suggestion."
Lin Ye immediately regretted entering Jianglian's group.
The difficulty of learning the song "Eye of the Typhoon" mostly focused on the dance moves. After watching the teaching version, several people unanimously decided to learn the song part first.
Everyone else's singing and dancing skills are not bad, but Lin Ye's singing skills are below average, and his progress in learning songs lags behind everyone else. He got up, walked to the wall and sat down, chewing slowly on the lyrics book by himself.
The members of group B on the opposite side were also practicing singing, and several different voices, ups and downs, drilled into his ears, which made him unable to fully concentrate his attention.
Distraught by those voices, Lin Ye leaned her head up against the wall, spread the lyrics book in her hand and covered her face, blocking her sight from the outside world.
The mood gradually calmed down in the dark, and Lin Ye memorized the lyrics that he had read many times before.
The window above his head was pushed open from the outside, and someone reached out and took the lyrics book away from his face.
The light suddenly leaked into the line of sight, Lin Ye couldn't help squinting his eyes.
A familiar voice came from above the head: "Lin Ye, are you being lazy again?"
Lin Ye raised her eyes and saw Xia Dongchan was lying on the windowsill looking at herself with a lyrics book in one hand.
Raising his hand to take the lyrics book, he said, "I'm memorizing the lyrics, why are you here?"
Xia Dongchan tilted her head, "Then you continue, I'm just here to take a look."
As expected, Lin Ye didn't look at him again. After closing his eyes, he put the lyrics book back on his face.
Xia Dongchan didn't leave, and after a while, she put down her hand and lifted the lyrics book on his face.
While frowning, Lin Ye grabbed the opponent's hand and held it in his palm, biting the accent and emphasizing what he said just now: "I'm reciting the lyrics."
But I heard the owner of the hand ask lightly: "Are you going to memorize the lyrics in your dream?"
Lin Ye's eyelids trembled, and the lyrics book slanted down from his face. When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was holding Jiang Lian's hand tightly in his palm.
Jiang Lian's eyes followed him and landed on the hand he was holding, "Let go."
Lin Ye hurriedly let go, picked up the lyrics book that fell on the floor beside her, without looking at him, "I thought it was Xia Dongchan."
Jiang Lian didn't ask any more questions, just asked him: "Can you sing?"
Lin Ye was taken aback, and subconsciously replied: "I can sing."
Jiang Lian said, "Sing it for me once."
Lin Ye opened the lyrics book in his hand, and sang the part he was assigned to the lyrics.
Jiang Lian's expression didn't change much, "Do you know where your biggest problem is?"
Lin Ye thought for a while, and reproduced what Jiang Lian said in the small classroom that night: "I can't sing high notes."
Jiang Lian shook his head, and his fingertips landed on the high-pitched part of the lyrics, "These lines have been allocated to Wen Fang, so the high-pitched note is not your biggest problem right now."
"Your breath isn't good, Lin Ye." Jiang Lian frowned, without showing any affection in his words, "I chose you to join my team, not for you to hold back."
Lin Ye fell silent upon hearing this.
Jiang Lian glanced at him, "You sit against the wall."
Lin Ye obeyed.
"Back straight," Jiang Lian raised his hand to touch behind him, "his waist and back against the wall."
Lin Ye instantly straightened her back, her back and waist were pressed tightly against the wall, and then she looked up at him.
Jiang Lian knelt down on one knee beside him, and put his palms down on his stomach through the class uniform, "Start now, inhale first, and then exhale slowly. During the whole process, your waist and back should be close to the wall." , the belly should be bulging outwards, not deflated inwards."
Lin Ye didn't say a word, but followed suit one by one. Inhale first, then exhale slowly. After doing this kind of action several times, he raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Lian, who always looked calm, as if asking.
Jiang Lian didn't speak, but rolled up his class uniform, and directly pressed his warm palm on his stomach.
Lin Ye couldn't help trembling slightly in her waist, she didn't hold her breath, her stomach deflated.
Jiang Lian put down his hands, "Remember this feeling, and do it every day from now on."
Lin Ye nodded absent-mindedly. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of other trainees walking back and forth, reaching out to put down her clothes.
Jiang Lian tidied his clothes first, then raised his lips and said, "So you have abdominal muscles."
Upon hearing this, Lin Ye responded unceremoniously: "Don't you have any?"
Jiang Lian asked indifferently: "Do I have one, do you really want to know?"
Lin Ye patted the ashes on his knees, put his hands on the ground and wanted to stand up, "Forget it, I don't really want to know—"
Before he finished speaking, the other party grabbed his wrist and pulled him down. He bent his knees and knelt in front of Jiang Lian.
Jiang Lian's expression remained unchanged, but he held Lin Ye's hand and slipped under his clothes.
Lin Ye maintained his kneeling posture leaning forward, with one hand resting on the floor and the other on Jiang Lian's hard abdomen. He heard the other party speak slowly, in a casual tone: "Have you counted them all? I How many abs do you have?"
Lin Ye's face burned.
But Wen Mian's slightly hesitant voice sounded: "...what are you doing?"
Lin Ye turned her head suddenly, and clearly saw the dumbfounded look on the other party's face.
The next second, Jiang Lian let him go and stood up, "I'm teaching him how to practice breathing. He can't, I'll show him." He paused slightly, looked at Lin Ye, "You can now Yet?"
After a brief silence, Lin Ye raised his eyes slowly and said, "I will."
The author has something to say: Small theater, Wen Mian: I suspect that you are engaged in pornography, but I have no evidence.